spencers-goodgirl

[spencers-goodgirl]

Can you maybe write something where the reader meets spencer in prison and when they get out, they meet up and they have really rough and kinky sex like you can literally go as dirty and kinky as you want

Four Feet Apart

🎉150 follower celebration! Day 6

Spencer x fem reader

Content/Trigger Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral female receiving, anal play, blindfold/sensory play, and handcuff/restraint use, protected penetrative sex, mentions of murder, prison

The beginning is a little angst, little fluff, plenty of smut!

“Alright inmates, listen up! There’s been some budget cuts. For the time being, the old west wing building will be taken by overflow from the women’s prison.”

The guard’s voice was overtaken by wolf whistles and hollers.

“That’s enough! Now you will not share a building with them. You will not see them during meals. However the courtyards do share a fence. If you are caught harassing them in any way, you will be punished accordingly!”

The announcement had caught the attention of just about every inmate, except one. Spencer Reid had bigger problems to worry about than women. He didn’t get them outside of prison, so why should he worry about them on the inside. He needed to worry about how to stay safe, stay alive until his name was cleared. That is, until he met you.

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I sat on the bleachers, popping some bubble gum as I searched for some worthwhile eye candy. The sun was a bit hot so I shrugged my button down off my shoulders, opting to tie it around my waist, leaving me in a white tank. This of course leads to many wondering eyes and a few whistles from the men’s side of the fence. I’m not even sure what i’m looking for, but none of the men giving me the time of day have it. I finally notice a slender man sitting on the men’s bleachers, just a few feet away from the fence on his side. I scoot up , slipping my fingers through the women’s chain-link side. Of course I could never touch any of them, with each side having about four feet between their respective fences. But there were no rules against looking or talking even.

“Hey. Think too hard and you’re gonna mess up that pretty face of yours.”

He looks up a bit startled, but his posture changes once his gaze lands on me. He almost looks shy, which seems in direct contrast to his rugged look. But once I look in his eyes, I see depth and warmth and kindness that belongs far away from this place, and it hurts me for a moment, to think of what will happen to him here.

“I don’t bite. The name is Y/L/N. Got in for killing my ex husband. How about you?”

He blinked, speechless at first.

“Doc- I’m uh, Spencer Reid. They think I killed someone too…”

“Well, didn’t you?”

He shook his head. Based on the look in his eyes, I want to believe him I really do.

“Did you know that incarceration of women has been growing at twice the rate of men’s incarceration?”

“Now how in the world would you know that?”

He simply shrugged.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Just looked like you could use some company is all.”

He looked like he wanted to respond, he really did. But before he got the chance, the women were called back inside.

I give a quick salute. “Nice meetin ya Spencer Reid. See ya when I see ya.”

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The next time I saw him he looked different. Scared, fragile, and a bit bloodied up.

“Hey- what uh- I mean, are you okay?”

He refused to look up or give much of an answer. But he was sitting in the same spot, close enough for us to have another conversation so I have to believe he wanted to talk again.

“I’m guessing you’re relatively new. It happened to me too ya know. Especially when I wouldn’t just go along with everything they asked.”

That drew his attention, and I could see tears in his eyes.

“You can’t let them see they get to you, that you’re scared. I learned that long before I got here though. That’s why I killed him ya know- he hurt me and I couldn’t just take it anymore. Police wouldn’t listen. I just wanted it to stop.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I shrugged it off. I’m paying my time but I’m safer in here than I ever felt with him.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

Now he has my attention. I nod, trying not to seem too excited to be sharing schoolyard secrets with the handsome stranger.

“I uh, was in the FBI. I was framed by a, well you can almost call her an arch nemesis of sorts.” He laughed to himself. It was a warm sort of laugh that filled me with butterflies. “I was just trying to get medicine for my mom. She has Alzheimer’s and schizophrenia. She was getting worse and I-“ his words are quickly cut off by the sounds of sniffles.

“Why are you telling me this?” I don’t mean it to be rude, but I had to know.

“I guess you could say I’m good at reading people and- you’re not a bad person. I trust you.”

In that moment, our eyes met again, but something new was there. Desire? Lust? Caring? Who knows. But that was the start of something. Of daily meetings, and quiet longing.

Day after day we would sit by our fences, sharing stories of our lives before prison. I learned that he was kind, hard-working, and actually quite funny. Spencer Reid was the best company I’d had in years, and not just within the prison walls.

He also told me about the rough time of it he was having on his own side. I gave him pointers where I could. How to get in with the right people, how to avoid the wrong ones, and how to get himself safe when necessary.

At one point, the politics on his side did endanger his life, and that’s when we came up with the plan together. A plan that would help take down the very man targeting him while getting Spencer somewhere safe for now. This meant I wouldn’t see him while he was in solitary, but we both knew it was necessary.

We never spoke about exactly what it was we wanted but- it was there. We devoured one another with our eyes. Biting and licking lips, drawn out breaths, and lingering gazes. We knew.

I watched him change overtime. His hair and beard grew yes, but so did this darkness in his eyes. The soft, Bambi-eyed boy was seemingly gone, replaced by a man who needed to hurt someone, anyone. And oh was I ready to let him hurt me.

I waited by the fence each day for his return, but it never came. I finally decided to ask around until I heard something that thrilled me but also left a huge gaping hole in me.

“He left.”

I couldn’t be happier for him. Had they cleared his name? From the sound of it, federal agents, friends of his had come to retrieve him. I could only hope that he was safe and happy.

Then one day I received a letter.

Dear Y/N,

I miss you. Just you. You made my time there worthwhile, worth missing. There’s so much more I wanted to say to you, and a letter just won’t do it justice. I have a feeling you’ll be out on parole sooner than you think. Come find me when you can. I’ll be in D.C..

Counting the days,

Spencer

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Parole? I had at least another year before that could even be a consideration. But I started counting too, which didn’t last long. Imagine my surprise when I got out on parole only two weeks after receiving the letter.

Did he- no he couldn’t, could he? Spencer had been gone for months. Clearly he had cleared his name, thank goodness. I knew I needed to see him as soon as possible.

I couldn’t leave the state, but luckily I didn’t need to. With what little I had, I made my way to D.C.. I figured I’d start out at the return address on the envelope, the one I clung to like my life depended on it.

With a bag slung over my shoulder, I raised my hand with the letter to hesitantly knock on the door, completely unsure of what to expect on the other side.

My mouth fell open at the sight before me. Spencer Reid in a cardigan, a tie? I had never seen him outside the prison. He looked so put together. And all I could think about was how much I wanted to tear him apart. I did my best to suppress my lust in hopes of a civil and normal greeting.

I don’t know what I expected. Tears, hugs maybe? We stood there staring at each other for who knows how long before I finally spoke. I’d had a well rehearsed speech in my head. One I’d had two whole weeks to work on since he sent the letter. But that all went out the window the second I saw his face again.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Who was I kidding? We could see it in eachother’s eyes, the same desire from before, but stronger somehow. Maybe because it was quite literally within reach. Months of daydreaming about what it would feel like to touch him, kiss him, get absolutely railed by him.

The man I had met initially was so gentle, timid. I watched him change in that prison. I had initially imagined ruining him, breaking him for my own pleasure. By the time he left I wanted something completely different. I wanted him to do the breaking. I wanted him to use me for his own personal pleasure. And he knew it.

He grabbed my face to pull me in for an all consuming kiss that quite literally took my breath away. I had to pull back, gasping for air before I could get any words out.

“Missed you too.” I smiled.

“Can we take this to my bedroom?” The words came out rushed, as though he might die if he couldn’t have me in that very moment.

I give an enthusiastic nod. A small squeal and uncharacteristic giggle leaves my lips as he scoops me up in his arms, whisking me away to his bedroom.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he pants, frantically removing his clothes. “Can you get undressed and lay down on your stomach for me?”

I follow his orders without question. He leans down by my ear and asks one question. “Safe word?”

“Cherry blossom.”

“Anything off limits?”

I don’t even have to think. “No, I trust you.”

Next thing I know I feel soft silk over my eyes as he ties a blindfold in place. This allows me to focus on the sounds of whatever else he is preparing. I hear a distinctly familiar jingle of metal, which is confirmed as it touches the skin of my wrists. Handcuffs. I wiggle my hips in delight, which earns me a playful spank.

“Like what you see?”

“I definitely can’t complain.” I can almost hear his smirk.

His fingers dig into my hips before pulling them up in the air. I feel cold air hit my core immediately.

“Fucking beautiful.”

Without any warning I feel a finger coated in cool lubricant coating my other opening.

“Try and relax for me, beautiful.” His fingers run through some of my hair, dragging across the skin of my back and I feel my muscles immediately follow his command. I attempt to mentally and physically prepare for whatever could be coming next.

I feel him work in what feels to be a decent sized anal plug. I’ve tried them before but only by myself. I’m already enjoying the added stimulation. My hips jolt when he suddenly brings his head down to lick up through my slit and I can’t help but yell.

“Fuck!”

“Mmm you like that, dirty girl? You’re quite literally dripping for me.”

He says it so calmly, I can hardly wrap my head around how smooth he’s being.

“Yes sir, please!” I beg.

“Please what, hmmm? What do you need?”

“Need you to eat my pussy please sir!”

Damn I sound absolutely pathetic. To think I ever considered myself a feminist. So much for my leg up on domineering men. Here I am willingly let one take me, have me anyway he wants. And that’s just the way I want it too. For Spencer Reid, I would be anything he needed.

“Good girl.” The two words have me writhing in pleasure with the combined sensation of his tongue back on the place I need it most. He sucks and laps at me like I'm his favorite dessert . He reads my body like a book, every movement and moan. He knows just what I need, when to let up, when to push harder. It’s unfair just how talented his mouth is.

And then, I’m coming undone on that beautiful mouth of his. Too bad I can’t see it. But oh it’s all I can imagine as waves of pleasure wreck my body and he’s running his fingers down my back, squeezing my ass as he gets in his final victory licks.

There’s a distinct sound of a condom wrapper, and I appreciate the consideration. I feel him sit on the bed next to me, against the headboard perhaps?

“Come sit on my lap.” His voice is dark and commanding, and my body is already responding with a fresh dose of arousal.

“But I can’t see sir.”

“No excuses. Come sit on my lap or you won’t get to come again.”

Not only can I not see, but my hands are still handcuffed behind my back. Not to mention my knees are weak from my most recent orgasm. This oughta be interesting. I try to scoot on my knees towards where I had heard his voice, only to lose my balance once I bump into his legs. I fall face first into his lap. Not the worst position to be in. I hear a soft, dark chuckle above me.

“Poor pathetic thing, are you already too weak? Can you handle another one?”

I swear, I never knew I was into degradation and humiliation. I don’t even know if I truly am, it's just something about him, about Spencer, that turns me on with everything he does.

“Yes sir, please! Please I can handle it! Let me try!”

I feel his fingers grasp my jaw, pulling my face up till I’m sitting on my knees again. I can feel his breath on my face and I wish I could just lean in and feel his lips on mine. My wish is granted for just a second. I feel his plush lips brush against mine, but they’re gone just as quick.

“Pretty thing. Let me help you, hmm.”

His long fingers wrap around my hips and guide me till I’m sitting in his lap, one leg on either side.

“Do you think you can ride me without your hands for balance?

“Yes sir!” I nod with an embarrassing eagerness.

“Show me, baby.”

I raise up and with his guidance again, lower myself until he’s making sure my other hole is filled as well.

Each bounce against his lap is adding pressure against the plug, combined with the bump of his cock against my cervix. With no sight, I’m so in tune with every sensation, especially the way his fingers feel roaming every inch of my body. He’s pinch my nipples, grabbing my ass, tugging at my hair. I may have been the one begging but he was clearly just as desperate.

When he decided he needs more, Spencer grabs my hips and starts thrusting up into me at a completely

ridiculous pace.

“You look so pretty bouncing on my cock. See for yourself, little girl.”

Before I have time to realize what he means, his beautiful fingers are ripping the silk away from my eyes, only to be met with absolutely heavenly eyes. They’re golden, warm, filled with lust but also something kinder. They devour my body like I’m his goddess. I absolutely love watching him enjoy the view. He licks his lips hungrily as he watches my breasts bounce and the way he looks sliding in and out of me.

Spencer pulls me in so he can leave a trail of kisses along my shoulders and neck. I love the way my face feels buried in his soft curls, he smells of lavender shampoo and it’s intoxicating. When he pulls back he’s got a knowing smirk on his face.

“What?”

In seemingly one move, I’m off his lap, on my back, with my hands pinned over my head.

“But the hand cuffs? How did you-“

Instead of answering he silenced me with an all consuming kiss. We’re biting, sucking, moaning, on one another like animals in heat. I can’t help but feel sorry for his poor neighbors.

He keeps my hands pinned above my head while realigning himself ready to pick back up where he left off. Before I can even register what’s happening he’s pounding into me like it’s his fucking job.

“You feel that? You feel how perfectly I fill you up? So pretty with my cock in you. Fuck- you take it so well!”

Words are gone from my mind. I’m left with moans, tears, and one name. Spencer.

“Spencer!”

He lets go of my arms and they instinctively wrap around his neck as I use my legs around his hips bringing him close.

“I’ve got you pretty girl. I’m here. Be a good little thing and come for me. Come on.”

I’m wrecked, shaking and moaning, unsure if I’ll ever be able to stop. He’s right there with me, filling me up in the best way. The pleasure is intensified by the extra pressure from the plug. I cling to him for dear life as I ride off my high, enjoying the way he looks above me. He’s angelic with the light sheen of sweat causing his skin to glisten in the low lighting, the natural sparkle of his eyes, the way his curls fall in his face, the pretty pink lips softly parted as he pants.

He’s dominant but also so soft and kind with me. It's clear tonight he cared about my pleasure just as much as his own. Maybe I don’t ever have to let him go. Maybe we can just stay here, twisted up in one another, blissfully unaware of all our troubles and the world around us.

I’m embarrassed at how much I whine as he gets off of me and slips away into the bathroom. I don’t know why I was surprised when he returns with a warm washcloth and lotion. He’s cleaning me up, tending to my wrists and any other spots sore from friction, and removing the plug. All the while he’s littering my skin with gentle kisses, all along my back and shoulders, my hips, my chest, my face. I’ve never been so pampered.

“Are you okay?” His voice is sweet and smooth like honey, leaving me tingling in the wake of its sweetness.

“Never better.” I leave kisses across his knuckles and he gives me that look again, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

After some convincing, I get up to use the bathroom, returning to a very sweet looking boy waiting for me under the covers, looking up with puppy dog eyes. I see the man I first met in the courtyard months ago. The one that stole my heart. I slip into the spot next to him, and we tangle back together, skin against skin. It’s so warm, soft, inviting and I think I’ll stay forever.

[spencers-goodgirl]

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Pt. 2 | S.R.)

Summary: See Part 1 Request: The team is surprised Spencer & reader are together, when he takes her to a FBI function? Both Spencer and reader act either distant or miffed with team & leave early for sexy times. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Arguing, embarrassment, penetrative sex, hair pulling, biting, rough sex, semi-public sex Word Count: 6.2k

MASTERLIST

I’d always hated that scene in the movies where the protagonist does something slightly strange and suddenly every single person in the room is staring at them. I’d always thought to myself, that’s so dramatic - there’s no way every single person in the room would bother to divert their attention from their own lives for something so small. It was completely unrealistic.

But I had been wrong. I was so, so wrong.

The second that I’d walked into the event, there were dozens of pairs of eyes on me. Of them, I immediately recognized the ones who also happened to frequent the bar I worked at.

It was his team, and they were all looking at me.

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[spencers-goodgirl]

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Pt. 1 | S.R.)

Summary: Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house). Request: The team sets Reid up with a Pollyanna type girl but he’s not feeling it. Instead he likes a bad girl (Austin type) and falls for her, much to the team’s dismay. Now, he’s gotta choose to go with his heart or not. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Angst ❤️ (PG-13, NSFW Pt 2) Content Warning: Mentions of sex, kissing, sexual assault, mild cheating (kissing) Word Count: 5.5k

MASTERLIST

The day I met Spencer Reid had felt like a dream.

I’d just moved to the area, and on my first shift at the bar I’d met a host of interesting characters… Including a team of FBI agents that apparently regularly frequented the bar.

Most of them were personable, if not a bit distracted with each other. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, either. Most people didn’t come to a bar to hang out with the bartender, and the people who did were usually the kind you didn’t want to talk to.

But Spencer was different. Don’t get me wrong — he was always distracted — but he was distracted by me.

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[spencers-goodgirl]

Skinny Dipping

Summary: It doesn't take much to convince Spencer to go skinny dipping with you

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) skinny dipping, public sex, penetrative sex

Word Count: 900

Masterlist

The moon reflected on Spencer's face as the both of you lay beside each other on a blanket in the backyard of Rossi's lake house, enjoying your little vacation. Your boyfriend was busy explaining the meaning behind every star constellation within sight while your mind wandered to things far more exciting. 

Without a warning you got up and walked the few steps to the dock. Spencer sat up and watched you, unsure what you had in mind. When you slowly began shedding the few clothes covering your body, Spencer suddenly jumped up from the blanket.

With a higher pitch than he would have liked he almost yelled, "What… what are you doing?!"

You maintained eye-contact when you dropped your underwear, a smug grin spreading over your cheeks. Spencer let his eyes wander over your exposed skin, mesmerized by the way it seemed to be glowing under the moonlight. 

"Skinny dipping," was all the explanation you offered before jumping into the lake. 

Spencer ran to the edge of the dock to look after you, his eyes following the sound of splashing water. When you emerged to the surface, he sighed with relief. 

“Would you please come out again? I can hardly see you and I don’t want anything to happen to you,“ he pleaded.

“If you want me to get out you will have to come and get me,“ you challenged him while swimming further away. 

Spencer contemplated his options for a second but when you disappeared in the water again, he knew he'd have to get in. Quickly he undressed before jumping in the water after you. It was too dark to be able to see you so he followed the sound of your giggles.

Once he was able to get ahold of your arm, he pulled you closer until he could hold you tightly against his chest. You were close enough to the shore for Spencer to be able to stand in the water, keeping balance while you swang your arms and legs around his body. 

You found his ear, your breath hot against his chilled face, "Isn't that fun?"

"I'm not sure I can agree. What if someone saw us?" 

"It's dark and we are the only ones here," you reminded him. 

You pressed your body flush against his until there was no distance to be found between you. With soft lips you showered his face with little kisses while his hands made contact with your waist under the surface. 

You smiled against his skin right before you pulled back slightly to whisper, “I’m a little surprised you actually took off all your clothes before jumping in."

"You were naked, I wasn't thinking clearly," he chuckled. 

The sensation of your bare skin pressed against his left him in need for more, still vivid was the memory of you moaning out his name when you were together earlier that day. 

With a fervor that knocked the air out of your lungs he kissed you while his hands wandered to the soft flesh of the curve of your backside. The harshness of his grip made you whimper into the kiss, making it obvious how excited you were getting. 

When you felt his growing erection pressed against your core, the whimper quickly turned into a moan. Greedy hands roamed over one another's body, getting impatient to melt into each other fully. Your fingers intertwined with his unruly curls, gently pulling until you got access to his neck. 

You kissed and nipped along his sensitive skin before harshly sucking at his pulse-point.  

"Fuck," he groaned, "I need you."

You pressed your lips on his once more while you reached between your bodies to lead his hardness into your waiting heat. You were ready for him, your body gladly welcoming the intrusion. Your legs tightened around his hips, holding harder onto him while he buried his fingertips into the skin of your backside. 

With tentative motions you began rocking against him, the resistance of the water not allowing any harsh movements. The position was impractical and a little uncomfortable but this moment couldn't have been more perfect anyway. With his hands on your hips he intensified the movements, your bodies grinding against one another slowly but purposefully. 

It didn't take long for the both of you to find relief, every throbbing of his erection being met by your core pulsing around him. Your heated forehead rested against his as both of you tried to even out your breathing. After a few moments you let go of Spencer to swim over to the ladder reaching from the dock into the water. 

Right after getting out, you wrapped yourself in one of the blankets you had taken with you when you decided to watch the stars. Spencer was right behind you, finding his place under the blanket with you as you lay down on the picnic rug. As you held each other close, Spencer shared his warmth with you until the both of you had dried off. 

Your eyes wandered over the night sky, mesmerized by the beauty of it. 

"Isn't it pretty," you breathed. 

Spencer only had eyes for your face but he agreed nonetheless, "The most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

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Inexperienced (S.R.)

Summary: Virgin!Reader has a secret no one expected, least of all Spencer.

Request: The reader is an overtly confident, social butterfly but has a secret… she’s still a virgin in every way, and it really bothers her. She’s also afraid to make the moves on her crush, Spencer, because of her inexperience. A/N: This first half is just about Reader getting her first kiss. Be sure to check my notes at the end to ensure you don’t miss Part 2! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff (for Part 1) Content Warning: Embarrassment, truth or dare (game), playful teasing, confessions, first kiss, kissing Word Count: 3.5k

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I’d always tried to tell the truth. Ever since I was a young girl, I found even the whitest of lies to be a little too guilt inducing to be worth it.

In fact, there had been times I’d even questioned whether my truth was, unbeknownst to me, a lie. Because of that, it had certainly been an odd experience to perform my lie detector test when I first applied for the FBI.

Over the recent years, however, I’d perfected my ability to lie — about most things, anyway.

There had been one exception. A very handsome exception who was sat beside me fiddling with the buttons on his cardigan.

Spencer Reid, my team partner of choice and the love of my life.

He just didn’t know about that second part yet.

But of course, my friends had been very aware of my feelings for the BAU’s boy genius, as well as the fact I was absolutely petrified of him finding out. So, as I sat in the comfort of Emily’s apartment, surrounded by my friends and playing a lighthearted game, I thought I would be safe.

“Truth,” I said with confidence. 

I had been very, very wrong.

“Again?! Really?!” Penelope groaned.

Emily was quick to follow, with her fingers and eyebrows raised, “That is the fourth truths in a row. Seventh—if you include Spencer’s.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a record,” JJ confirmed.

The conversation was bouncing so quickly, with each of them having perfected predicting each other’s next sentence. It was a well-oiled team, after all.

But Spencer broke pattern, butting in between quick quips to ask, “Why are we including mine?”

“I mean, by all means,” I shouted with a smile, “feel free to skip me!”

Penelope saw the easy out she’d given be and obstinately refused.

“No way. Nu-uh. If you’re going to be a party pooper, I’m going to make you pay!”

The rest of the team — including Luke this time but excluding Spencer — let out a harmony of “oooohs” in response to the threat.

“I’m ready,” I dared.

I should’ve known better than to dare.

“Do you think I’m bluffing?” she balked.

I really should’ve known better.

“You tell me, Pen-el-o-pe.”

“Okay, Miss Profiler, fine! Then my truth question to you is…”

I had been so cocky, so sure that Penelope wouldn’t dare take advantage of an innocent crush. But once she’d started, with an ever-escalating pitch until her breath ran out, I knew that I was sorely mistaken.

Penelope had a twinkle in her eye and a sickly-sweet smile on her face as she asked calmly, “Why won’t you tell boy wonder over here how you feel?”

The whole team devolved into chaos within a second. The peanut gallery was loud, but the heartbeat in my ears was even louder.

“Pfft, what?” I scoffed.

I hadn’t meant to look at him. Really, it was the last thing I’d wanted to do. But my brain couldn’t resist following her finger until she pointed directly at the boy to my right.

Spencer looked at me, also. We both stared at each other for a second with confusion and — more notably — embarrassment plastered all over our faces.

I wondered which part of it embarrassed him. I’d hoped it had been the attention, but the quiet voice in my head assured me that it was me that he found embarrassing.

“What? Spencer?” I asked.

As soon as I said his name, I watched one side of his lip twitch into a smile. It made my stomach fully flip, and I looked away as quickly as I could. Of course, that just put my attention back on the group currently laughing at how we were the perfect pair of obvious and oblivious.

“Uh-yeah,” Penelope snickered.

“What are you talking about? We’re friends. He knows that,” I stated so matter-of-factly that it almost sounded fake.

We were friends. I just wanted a little more than… friends.

I turned to the man in question again, but this time, his smile was different. It was lopsided and half-hearted, and it made me feel even worse for putting the spotlight on him.

“Right?” I asked him.

For a second, Spencer looked like he wanted to say something. But then he just cleared his throat.

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “We’re friends.”

Just friends.

JJ, the typical mother of the group, had tried her best not to laugh. However, after four glasses of wine and no intentions of driving home that night, JJ’s lips had gotten loose.

“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?” she slurred in a feigned whisper to the woman beside her.

Emily was less inebriated than the others, it seemed. At least, that seemed to be the simplest answer for why she sighed and waved her hand in an attempt to quiet the group.

“You guys, we better stop or they’re never going to admit it.”

Her attempt failed, however, courtesy of Penelope’s number one fan.

“Yeah, right,” Luke laughed, “I give it a week. Maybe a month.”

Everything was going so fast that it felt like my brain was running in slow motion. I’d been there before. In that loud, suffocating moment where I wanted to say anything to stop the ridicule.

‘These are my friends,’ I reminded myself, ‘they’re just poking fun.’

They were good people. They just didn’t realize that in their banter, they’d stumbled into my greatest insecurity. It wasn’t entirely their fault. I’d never told them.

I’d never told them that the reason I didn’t want to confront my feelings was because it was the first time that I’d really felt like this. For most of my life, I’d convinced myself that the right time was never coming for me.

But then I met Spencer. I met him and it seemed like waiting hadn’t been a mistake, but cosmic design.

I thought Spencer had been like me. I thought it wouldn’t be humiliating to tell him that I’d never actually been kissed, much less…

I thought he was like me. It had only taken one poorly timed joke about his ex-girlfriends before I realized that I had been wrong. It only took one polaroid, one story about the time he sucked face with a serial killer for me to realize that Spencer Reid — bona fide nerd, multiple graduate, scrawny, clueless Spencer Reid — was so far out of my fucking league.

The thought of him learning all of this now, in front of all of our friends, was a little too much to handle. Like the monster in the Tell-Tale Heart, my paranoia grew until I was about ready to confess. The truth was going to come out. I couldn’t lie to him.

My breathing picked up and I felt the wine rising in my throat. No matter how hard I swallowed it, my eyes still started to feel with tears.

‘Not now,’ I begged, ‘Not like this.’

“Dare!” Spencer yelled.

Again, the group descended into chaos. This time, it was quieter. This time, the whispers and snickers were aimed towards the man who’d just done what was least expected of him.

“I-I pick dare,” Spencer repeated, “I’ll go.”

Any relief I’d felt was so, so short lived, though. Because not even a second after he’d finished his sentence, Luke spoke.

“Oh, now you’re brave? Alright, then, white knight, I dare you to kiss her.”

Spencer looked at me, and my eyes shut tightly enough to free a few of the droplets that had gathered on the edge.

I wanted to shout, to say anything at all. But ultimately, it wouldn’t take the pain away. No matter how quickly they began to pick up on the shifted tone, the damage was already done.

Before anyone could say a word to make it any worse – or worse, try to apologize – I’d stood from my seat and bolted out of the room. Just as I turned the corner into the guest bedroom, however, I’d heard a familiar voice calling my name as he followed.

Spencer hadn’t been able to stop me, though.

I shut the door and tried to catch my breath. I tried to shake off the anxiety and shame that had led me to the empty room in the first place.

I wouldn’t be alone for nearly long enough.

Spencer, knowing he was the very last person I’d wanted to see in that moment, only gave me a few seconds of silence before his voice could be heard on the other side of the door.

“Hey, are you alright?”

I stepped away from it like I would be able to hide. When I didn’t answer, though, he became bolder. The doorknob turned slowly, and before I could say no, the light from the hallway was peeking through into the room.

“I’m so sorry—" he started.

“Go away!” I shouted back while frantically wiping tears off my face.

I refused to turn around. I was too scared. Too scared of the pity on his face and my propensity for telling the truth. I was so scared that if I opened my mouth to say anything but a beg for him to leave, I would say something so much harder to forgive.

But his stubbornness was part of the reason why I’d loved him in the first place. I couldn’t fault him for only shutting the door after he’d stepped inside. I couldn’t hate him for reaching out and holding my wrist like it would shatter on impact.

If I could hate him for caring about me, this would be so much easier.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispered. He had nothing to apologize for. Still, I felt how much he’d meant it. I could feel the hesitation and trembling in his thumb as he strokes the underside of my wrist.

He never stopped long enough to count my pulse — not even for the card counting savant. There was nothing nefarious. Nothing stopping me from lying to him if I wanted to.

With my back still to him, he stepped closer. I could hear his regret in shaky breath when he said, “I should’ve told them to stop.”

“No, I’m sorry,” I answered immediately. My treacherous body turned to face him and more. My wrist twisted until it was so easy for him to lace our fingers together.

The words flowed from me so easily as long as I didn’t look him in the eyes.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m not mad at you or anything, I just… I don’t know.”

From my peripherals, I saw how Spencer tilted his head and shoulders down to meet my shrunken figure. Without saying anything, he managed to make me look up at him.

With tears in my eyes and my bottom lip firmly between my teeth, Spencer looked at me and managed to make me feel beautiful.

“If you’re worried about hurting my feelings, I just want you to know that it’s totally okay if you don’t… want to kiss me,” he said.

It almost sounded like a lie.

“I completely understand and I would never want you to do anything that makes you even remotely uncomfortable and—“

“Spencer, that’s not the problem.”

Of all the possible rejections he’d expected, that apparently hadn’t been one of them. The boy genius was caught so off guard that he didn’t even know how to reply. His body relaxed, but his jaw remained tense as he tried to run through what possibilities he had failed to account for.

Coming up short, he was forced to ask the question I’d been dreading.

“So… what is?”

“This is humiliating,” I mumbled mostly to myself.

“Why?” he asked.

I looked into eyes that always made me smile and I felt my heart stop. In fact, time itself seemed to stop. The clocks on the walls got louder and slower, like a countdown to the end of something.

Spencer looked terrified, like he was waiting for something horrible. If the voice in my head was to be believed, I guess he was, in a way.

Something would change if I told him the truth. I couldn’t know what or how, but I knew that nothing would be the same.

But… maybe that wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Maybe… it could be better.

“I didn’t want you to kiss me because I…”

I could have lied to him.

I just didn’t want to.

“I really want you to kiss me,” I said. “Just… not like this.”

Spencer’s hand went slack in mine. In a way, he’d let go without actually letting go. Just a gentle shift of his fingers from desperation to shock.

Spencer didn’t pull away. He mostly just… stood there, with his mouth hung open and his mind working slower than it ever had before. But my mind was racing, and my lips felt inclined to follow the train of thought that was now racing down the tracks.

“I want you to kiss me because you want to kiss me. Not because of a stupid dare.”

“Oh,” he said with a shaky exhale.

That was all he’d given me to work with. In a way, it was a blessing, because it didn’t sound enough like an outright rejection for me to stop my loose lips from continuing to spill the contents of my heart in front of him.

“I just wanted… if you kissed me, I wanted it to be more special than that. I wanted it to mean something.”

Like a light switch had flipped on in his brain, Spencer jolted back to his usual energy. That frantic, curious kid trapped in a man’s body was so quick to figure it out.

“Wait, have you never kissed anyone before?” he theorized.

And yeah, he was right, but he didn’t have to say it.

“Freaking profilers,” I grumbled, pulling my hand away from his to cross my arms firmly against my chest. I turned ever-so-slightly away from him before deciding, “You know what? Never mind, I don’t want you to kiss me anymore.”

A bold lie.

Spencer didn’t believe me nor let me get too far. With both hands on my shoulders, he quickly turned me back to him.

“Wait! Wait, is that why you were embarrassed?”

My lips puckered to stop my heart from letting anything else out. My eyes avoided his, no matter how insistent and inviting he was. I pursed my lips tightly enough together that Spencer could hear the answer in the body language.

And with the sweetest, shyest smile I’ve ever seen, he whispered back, “(Y/n) that’s… that’s really sweet.”

It was just so genuine. I was no good at telling when someone was lying, but I had been very experienced in telling the truth.

I knew he had meant it. I just didn’t know why. But in the spirit of truth telling, I decided to simply ask.

“How is that sweet?”

“You want me to be your first kiss,” he said. With incredulity in every part of his expression, he chuckled, “I’m flattered you think so highly of me.”

“I don’t know why, seeing as no one else was interested,” I grumbled.

Spencer did not appreciate the self-deprecating humor. In fact, he was very quick to disprove its contents.

“I promise you that there have been people that wanted to kiss you,” he assured me. Then, with a brief pause after he realized the web he’d gotten himself stuck in, Spencer gave me his own admission.

 “You’re, uh… you’re looking at one of them.”

In that moment, between our lopsided smiles and white flags, I realized how silly this had all been. I wondered for a brief second how this could have gone so differently, how we had wasted so much time obstinately refusing to admit what we both felt out of fear of losing one another.

But we never would have. Still, as I reached out and embraced him without the heavy weight of that burden on my back, I didn’t regret waiting.

In fact, it almost seemed like that was how it had always been meant to be.

“Thanks, Spencer,” I said into his shirt. “Sorry I was weird.”

He just laughed, holding me even closer than I’d ever thought possible as he promised, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

And I knew that he’d meant it. There wasn’t a lie to be found.

Leaving the room after that had been so easy. The world had changed for us so quickly in a matter of minutes that I’d almost forgotten no one else knew what was going on. But I suppose the disruption had been enough of a punishment for their meddling.

I couldn’t hate them when Spencer’s hand was in mine. I couldn’t fault them at all for giving us that push — no matter how humiliating it had been — because in the end, I had everything I could ever ask for. I had everything I needed.

The rest of the night was like it always was. No one said a word about the way Spencer never let his hand leave me in some way, shape, or form. No one even mentioned the fact that our longing stares had changed to something else.

Everyone just had fun, knowing that they had been right about Mrs. Obvious and Mr. Oblivious.

As the night wound down, I found myself dreading leaving. Not only because Spencer had been the designated driver — and a terrible driver, at that — but because that meant he would have to leave.

When he parked the car in my driveway, I thought of what I could do to prolong the inevitable. I hadn’t been expecting him to be quite as much of the gentleman as he was, but I wasn’t going to complain when he hopped out of the driver’s side and ran over to open my door for me.

The walk to my door was silent and felt like forever. I almost wanted to invite him in, but I knew what his answer would be. It had been late, and a lot had happened. I was sure we both agreed that it was alright to take it slow.

I mean, look how long it had taken to get us there.

Once we arrived at my door, Spencer let go of my hand. He still stayed just as close, though. From mere inches away, he looked down at me with an affection so blatant it made my cheeks burn.

I was about to open my mouth to say goodnight when I decided that I had something better to ask, instead.

“Truth or dare?”

Spencer smiled. He swayed even closer, backing me against the entrance and whispering his answer inches from my lips.

“Dare.”

I knew he could feel the way my breath shook. He could see how my eyelids began fluttering shut before I’d given him his instruction.

That wouldn’t stop me, though.  

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Spencer’s hands touched me first. He cradled my face before pressing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, unsure if I could handle the yearning in his eyes. I didn’t know what to expect, so I just stood patiently, counting the quick beats of my heart, and feeling the warmth of his breath fanning over my lips.

But then, just before I thought he would kiss me, he moved. Spencer tilted my head down and quickly pressed a gentle, chaste kiss against my forehead.

Even that innocent touch lit my body on fire. I opened my eyes, surprised to find that he wasn’t finished yet. I giggled as his kisses continued — one on each cheek before the quickest on the tip of my nose.

I laughed, a sound filled with excitement and my love for that silly boy. Spencer pulled away then, and I almost had the chance to be disappointed.

But then he kissed me. Without any hesitation, no moment of anticipation, he pulled my body forward while simultaneously pushing it back. He kissed me with soft lips and gentle hands.

Eventually, I had the sense to kiss him back. I knew it would be shier and less practiced, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he smiled against my lips once he felt it. He continued his attempts to kiss me until our smiles and laughter were too much to keep it up.

When he stepped back and away then, I felt no disappointment. I felt nothing resembling anything bad, and Spencer seemed equally satisfied.

He still felt the need to explain himself, though. Just in case.

“Not because of the dare,” he said with a shrug and a smile, “Just because I wanted to.”

Then, with the complete lack of grace that I’d loved him for, he stumbled back down the stairs with an awkward wave.

“Goodnight,” he said before I returned it with a promise.

“Until next time.”

I had a feeling we'd have even more fun with that one.

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[spencers-goodgirl]

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐔𝐩

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: While at Rossi's for a dinner party, Spencer has a bit too much to drink and accidentally spills the details about your secret relationship...

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Some sex descriptions, oral, Spencer's a little bit wine drunk but mostly just chatty and giggly, reader is embarrassed, flirting, you can look at Morgan and Penelope as a couple or just flirty friends in this one.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 1k

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! This one was requested by @reidsbookclub! I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy it!!

Rossi had decided that after a string of particularly heavy cases you had all worked on nearly back to back over the last few months, that it was well and truly time for a proper night off. He’d invited you all over to his house for dinner, you’d offered to help him with cooking, being good with cooking yourself, but he refused and told you that you needed to relax.

Which was what led you to sitting next to a partially wine drunk Spencer while rain poured down in torrential sheets outside. Dinner had been and gone and now the evening continued with casual chatter in the living room. But Spencer kept letting Rossi and Derek top up his wine glass a few times, to the point that he was now a bit beyond tipsy and oh so giggly and chatty.

“Oof, no I think my worst experience was with a guy who bragged so much about knowing what he was doing but when it came to it, he had no idea how to please a lady.” Emily said, adding to the current conversation about awkward and embarrassing sexapades. “What about you, Morgan?” JJ moved the conversation across the room to him and he raised a brow, smirking while he thought about what could be the best story to tell. “It better not be about me.” Penelope warned and he grinned over at her. “Oh no, baby girl. You know you’re the best for me.” He winked.

But as Morgan told his story, Spencer was getting lost in his thoughts. He’d had sex before, but nothing compared to the sex he had with you. But no one on the team knew that. They had no idea you’d even kissed before, let alone the secret nights where he fucked you deep into the motel mattress after sneaking to your room on a case, or the times you had a heated makeout session in the back of one of the SUVs or… Well any of it.

But the thought that came to his mind almost made his mouth water. You loved to let him dom you, you loved the way he treated you in bed. He was the perfect mixture of soft and dominating and you would do anything he told you to so long as he called you his good girl.

But his favourite of all things to do to you was work you up and up until you were so sensitive, making you cum on his tongue over and over again until you couldn’t take any more orgasms. It was a thought that almost made him feel even more drunk just imagining it.

“Spence?” “Mm?” Spencer snapped out of his daydream and locked eyes with JJ. “Any embarrassing sex stories, boy wonder?” Penelope asked, almost teasingly. He didn’t even think, the words just poured out from his lips before he even had a chance to consider that it was a secret. He looked right at you, heart eyes and all as he spoke. “I wouldn’t know, but I do know that my good girl loves it when I use my-.” He was quickly interrupted by a sharp jab to the side and he looked over at your shocked face as the realisation dawned upon him. “Oh shit.” He muttered. “Oh my god! You two? You two are dating?!” Penelope gasped. “I knew it! I knew you were a thing!” Emily was all too ecstatic about it with JJ at her side getting excited that you two were in fact together.

You wanted the sofa to swallow you whole when you saw Rossi, Hotch and Morgan passing their bets to each other. “I told you.” Hotch told Rossi in his very I told you so dad tone. Fuck knows how long he’d known this was going on for and you weren’t really sure you wanted to know how he’d guessed.

“Sweetheart I’m so sorry.” Spencer whispered to you. While part of you was absolutely mortified, you were grateful at least that he hadn’t actually said the full act out loud. But maybe a little part of you was a tiny bit turned on by how much you had short circuited him into accidentally blabbing your sex life to everyone. Okay, no, you were very turned on, but you couldn’t deny that you were horribly embarrassed all at the same time. But you thanked yourself at least that it wasn’t like anyone had walked in on you and Spencer doing something in secret, especially on a case when you definitely shouldn’t be fucking.

“So when did this happen?” Penelope asked, sitting forwards in her seat and pointing between you two. “Seven months, thirteen days and,” Spencer paused to look at his watch. “Approximately three hours ago.” He confirmed and you wanted to fully climb behind the sofa and escape. “You’ve been keeping it secret for seven months?” Penelope asked.

“You okay, baby girl?” Spencer asked, leaning in to speak to you quietly. “I don’t know if I was ready for them to know about us.” You sighed softly. “But it’s okay, they seem happy about it at least.” You smiled. “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you later.” Spencer dropped his voice to a whisper, hand coming to rest on your thigh and the dark tone in his voice was enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. “I’ll do anything you want.” He whispered while the others chatted loudly about how surprised some of them were and the rest of them boasting about how they’d always known you’d make a good couple.

“Anything I want?” You asked quietly. “Yeah, baby girl. Anything.” You might have felt embarrassed by Spencer’s slip up, but you knew he’d more than make up for it. You were in for a few nights of anything you asked for… Maybe letting that secret slip wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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[spencers-goodgirl]

Movie Night

Summary: Spencer didn’t know that having a movie night was a synonym for having a make-out session but he sure didn’t mind

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) heavy kissing, grinding, fingering, handjob, protected penetrative sex

Author's Note: I wrote this a standalone but it could also be read as a part two for Safekeeping. 

Word count: 3k

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When I invited Spencer over for a movie night and told him that he could pick what we should watch, I really thought that he had caught onto the playful tone in my voice. We had met at a bar last weekend and ended up making out in public like some hormone-driven teenagers and I haven’t been able to think about anything else all week. I really thought that we would continue that tonight. 

However, when he showed up at my door with a 3-hour long Russian sci-fi movie from the 70s, I realized that he might not have gotten my hint. 

“Don’t worry,” he said when he noticed my raised eyebrows as I held the DVD in my hands, “there are English subtitles. I don’t have to do whisper translations.” 

“Having your lips close to my face would sound nice, though,” I snickered while motioning for him to sit down on my couch. His cheeks took on a lovely pink shade at my words. 

After starting the movie I found my place beside him and noticed the scent of his cologne. It instantly brought me back to the moment he stood in front of me in the bar last week when he seemed so confident and strong. Tonight he gave off a very different vibe. Spencer seemed nervous and I found that very endearing. 

Instead of paying attention to the movie, my eyes glanced over at him every now and then while the Russian speaking actors became background noise to my wandering thoughts. We were sitting close enough for me to feel the heat his body radiated but there was still a gap between us. His eyes were glued to the screen but I could sense that his thoughts weren’t solely preoccupied by the movie. 

His fingers were nervously fidgeting against each other as if he had trouble keeping them in place and not letting them wander to the person sitting by his side. His touch would have been welcomed but he kept his composure, not daring to focus on anything other than the screen. I really tried watching the movie with him because he seemed so excited about it. I would have loved to be able to talk about it afterwards, to hear his thoughts and to learn why he liked it so much. 

But any attempts to focus my attention on the TV were futile when I had the most gorgeous man I had ever seen sitting right beside me. So instead, I accepted my fate and let myself get lost in the fantasy of crawling into his lap to show him what my interpretation of a movie night really was. If only I had the courage to actually do it. 

The more I thought about doing what I so desperately craved, the louder my heart was thumping against my ribcage. It was a silly thought but I was convinced that he might have been able to hear my heartbeat if he hadn’t been so focussed on the actors instead. My eyes fell to his hands, still fumbling against each other, and my skin started tingling at the thought of his fingertips brushing over my body. 

I started to wonder whether Spencer was too coy to initiate contact or if he actually only came over to watch this movie with me. Trying to remember who initiated the kiss when we met, I lost myself in the memory of the sensation of his lips against mine. They were soft but demanding at the same time and the way he held my body against his made me feel like I was the only woman on this planet he would ever want to touch. 

The tingling I felt on my skin quickly evolved into a burning sensation only his touch could soothe. My cheeks felt hot when I remembered how he pushed me into a wall when we kissed and my knees started to get weak just like they did then. I wanted to feel like that again. I needed to feel like that again. 

“This part actually foreshadows something very important happening later on,” Spencer’s words brought me back to reality. 

I turned my head to look at him like a doe caught in headlights and I think he may have noticed the cluelessness in my look. Instead of calling me out on it, he smiled at me before looking at the screen once more and said, “But it’s almost impossible to catch on everything when you watch it for the first time.”

Truth be told, after thirty minutes of watching this movie with him I still had no clue what it actually was about. The longer I sat by his side, the more I lost interest in finding out. There were other things I longed to explore and I needed to know if he felt the same way. To test the waters, I shifted my position beside him and moved a little closer until our thighs touched. I noticed how he instantly stopped moving his hands and turned his head to look at me. 

“Is that okay?” I breathed. 

He granted me his beautiful smile. “More than okay.”

That was all I needed to hear to lean against him and nestle into his side. He placed his arm around me and put it on my shoulder to pull me further into his body until my head was resting against his chest. My fingertips found his hand, inviting it to make contact with mine. He didn’t hesitate and intertwined his fingers with mine as if he had been waiting for me to make the first move all along. 

It was comfortable being this close to him and it soothed my yearning for now. His hand around my body descended from my shoulder to my upper arm, gently grazing over my skin until it broke out in goosebumps. We stayed like this for a few moments and I relished the sensation of being close to Spencer. I felt his heartbeat against the side of my face ever so slightly and I thought I could relax and focus on the movie for once. 

That was until I heard the thumping of his heart getting stronger and faster and noticed his fingertips twitching against my skin. He audibly exhaled and I could feel his hot breath against my hair. It was as if he contemplated what to do next as my nearness clearly affected him. That realization gave me enough confidence to take things a little further. 

Shifting my position, I turned my body to be able to face him, a smirk prominent on my face. I expected him to look at me just as shyly as before, but he didn’t. Instead, he was reciprocating my grin as if he had been waiting for me to finally put into action what I had in mind all evening. Only now he was the one getting impatient. 

Before I realized what was happening, his hands were cupping my face and pulled me closer until our lips met. I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself as I lost myself in our kiss. It felt soft but demanding at the same time, a week’s worth of longing for one another finally paying off. His mouth moved over mine as if he was starving for something only I could give him and it was exhilarating. 

One of his hands dropped from my face to make contact with my waist instead, his fingertips gripping my shirt as if they held back from ripping through the fabric. I moved my palm to the nape of his neck, my fingers intertwining with his curls before pulling gently until I got a reaction. Spencer gasped against my lips and it made me thirsty to learn more about each and every one of his responses to my touch. 

The movie playing in the background was long forgotten when I climbed into his lap, straddling him to feel him as close as possible. His body welcomed me as if I was his queen taking a seat on her throne. Both of his hands found their home on my back to hinder me from moving away while it felt like we would melt into one another. 

Spencer was the one who deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing over mine until the need for oxygen became overwhelming. His mouth was still adamant to explore more of me as it wandered over my jaw and down my neck while I gasped for air. When he found my pulse point, he started sucking on the sensitive skin until he elicited a moan from my throat, making him hum in delight. 

I was starting to feel lightheaded at the heat rushing through my body, the burning sensation between my legs almost becoming unbearable. I needed to feel him even closer, so I shifted my position in his lap until there was no distance to be found between our bodies. When I felt the extent of his desire pressing against my thigh, a gasp fell from my lips. He seemed irritated at my reaction and pulled back, apparently misinterpreting my excitement for shock. 

“I, uhm, I’m sorry. Just… ignore that,” he muttered. 

But how could I ever do that? My mouth found his ear, my lips grazing over his skin before whispering, “What if I don’t want to ignore it?” 

Before he could respond, I rolled my hips against his, grinding my core against where he was straining hard against the fabric of his pants. He instantly threw his head back and groaned, “Fuck!” at my movements. 

My lips wandered along his neck, kissing and biting his skin while rocking against him. I felt his throat vibrating as moans fell from his lips, clearly enjoying what I was doing. It wasn’t until I felt his hands harshly grabbing my hips to move with me that I realized how close I had brought myself to my own breaking point. 

I found his ear once more, gently biting his earlobe before breathing, “You feel so good, Spencer. I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

His cheeks had taken on a crimson red shade now and he looked at me with dilated pupils and a hunger in his eyes. He found my lips in a hasty kiss as I ground against him and realized that I was seeking my own pleasure more than trying to tease him. My ministrations seemed to turn him on regardless. 

A familiar tension was building in my loins and begged to be released. My mind was clouded but I still hesitated to allow myself to fall over the edge before he had even touched me where I wanted to feel him the most. As my thighs started quivering, I knew that Spencer must have noticed my current state. 

He broke our kiss to look at me instead. We locked eyes and I felt like I might lose my mind at the way he stared at me. He looked at me like I was a goddess worth worshipping, his eyes wide and filled with wonder. As if what was happening was some epiphany he needed to witness, he didn’t dare avert his sight from my face. 

I slowed down my movements before it got too much. 

“Spencer, I’m…”

His grip on me tightened, almost bruising my skin underneath my clothes and he started bucking his hips upwards to meet my motion. 

“Please don’t stop,” he pleaded, “You look so pretty like this.” 

It was then that I knew that I would never be able to refuse Spencer anything he begged for. My lips found his once more but our kiss was interrupted by the sighs and moans escaping me. I ground my core against his length almost erratically, the fabric of my panties soaked by now. 

When Spencer answered the sounds of my pleasure with his own groans, I came undone right in his lap. Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I panted against his skin as I trembled on top of him. His hands wandered over my back in soothing patterns, helping me find my way back to reality. He placed a gentle kiss on the side of my face and whispered, “You’re amazing,” into my hair. 

Before I could get embarrassed about what had just happened, I felt his hardness twitch against my core while he groaned, “God, I want you so bad.”

Leaning back, I smirked at him and snickered, “Then take me.” 

It took him a second to understand the meaning of my words but once he did, he motioned for me to get off his lap and show him my bedroom. I expected him to be more hurried after what just went down between us, but he took his time to peel me out of every layer of my clothes. It was as if he wanted to imprint the sight of each patch of revealed skin into his mind, taking in the sight of me until I stood bare in front of him. 

His fingertips ghosted over my skin, making me break out in chills wherever he dared to touch me. Leaning into a gentle kiss, he mumbled against my lips, “You’re incredibly beautiful.”

My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them in the same unhurried way he had undressed me. He moved with me, helping me rid him of his clothes and giving me time to admire him. I was curious to explore every patch of skin that was revealed and kissed along his chest, shoulders and arms as I pushed the fabric of his shirt aside. 

Whenever we locked eyes, he softly smiled at me, clearly enjoying the attention I was giving to him. When his shirt joined the pile of my clothes on the floor, my hands started unbuckling his belt before making quick work of the buttons of his pants.

"Getting impatient now?" Spencer chuckled.

And the truth was that I was getting impatient, so I just nodded and giggled as I pushed his pants down. His lips were on mine once the both of us were nude, ungracefully falling onto the mattress together to continue what we started on the couch. Curious hands wandered over exposed body parts, caressing one another while our lips and tongues moved in perfect synchronicity.

When his palm glided down my stomach, I parted my legs to make room for him. He didn't waste any time letting his fingers glide through slick folds, exploring me until he was certain where his touch was needed the most. Carefully he dipped one of his digits into my waiting heat, working it against my tightness until my sighs and whimpers interrupted our kiss. 

He added a second finger and I could only guess what it would feel like to be filled with all he had to offer. One of my hands found his erection, eager to make him feel good as well. His skin felt hot and velvety against my fingertips and when I let my thumb glide over his leaking tip Spencer groaned and threw his head back. Wrapping my fingers around him, I moved my hand slowly up and down until his whole body started quivering. 

"If you want to… there are condoms in my nightstand," I whispered.

When he grasped what I was suggesting, his hand left my core and he reached for the drawer beside my bed. With the small foil in his hand, he kneeled between my legs and let his eyes roam over my body. The sight of him like that was almost too much for me to handle and I knew that I would certainly lose my mind if I wouldn't feel him soon. 

"Please, Spencer. I need you."

I thought that he might tease me for being impatient again, but he didn't. He suddenly seemed just as needy as I was, quickly putting on the condom before leaning over me. I reached between our bodies to guide him to my entrance, tilting my hips to help him glide into me. Spencer groaned at the sensation of stretching me open and I joined him with my own sounds of pleasure. 

With a scrunched up face and eyes filled with lust he breathed, "Fuck, you feel so good!"

With a steady rhythm he started to push into me while his lips refused to leave mine, only separating for split seconds to gasp for air. My arms around his neck brought him closer to me, making it impossible for me to tell apart where my body ended and his began. Our bodies merged and were keen on guiding one another into the sensation of pure bliss. 

I really tried to prolong this feeling of being one with him but with everything that had happened before this moment, it was impossible not to lose myself way too quickly. I could tell that he felt the same way, relief clearly visible in his look when he noticed that I was just as close as he was. When I started to pulsate around him, I felt him twitching inside me as well. 

With a few erratic thrusts he helped the both of us to ride out our highs before collapsing into my arms. After evening out his breathing, he disappeared in the bathroom for a moment before joining me in bed once more. There was no need to speak words, we just enjoyed each other's nearness with entangled limbs and lips still hungry for more kisses. 

When Spencer started to drift off to sleep, I needed to get up to get a glass of water. I noticed that we never turned off the TV and smiled to myself when I reached for the remote. Maybe next time we would make it to the end of the movie but I sure wouldn't mind if we didn't.

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Small Gestures - Part 3

Summary: When you and Spencer share a room, you wonder over how inevitable the actions of the next hours are.

A/N: I feel like this is super long and I know for a fact it’s super self-indulgent. Not to spoil what we all knew was coming but this is also 18+. Let me know what you think!

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“So, uh-“ Spencer’s voice cut off prematurely as the door swung open to reveal the small room the two of you were about to share. Clearing his throat, voice cracking with dryness as he spoke once more, he ducked his head. “This is it.”

Your eyes darted frenetically between his downcast gaze and the cosy room before you. “Nice,” you said stupidly. Silence stretched between you, your single word seeming to cement the tension in the air rather than dispelling it as you had hoped. Realising that one of you needed to take the leap and actually step into the room, you squared your shoulders and took that step forward. It felt as though you were hurling yourself into the sun considering the way the heat burned through you as he stepped in behind you and clicked the door closed.

Steeling yourself, you dropped your bag and turned to face him. As much as you had planned to say something witty and charming, something that would fully break the tension between the two of you, the moment your eyes met his you realised any attempt would be fruitless. The last few days of playful teasing had created a heat between you that wasn’t going to dissipate with a few well selected words.

You had a feeling that there was only one way the tension between you would be relieved.

Eyes darting around, clearly looking for something to distract his suddenly fidgeting hands, he saw your discarded bag and rushed forward. Hefting it into his hands, he bundled past you and towards the bed closest to the window.

Dropping your bag beside the neatly made bed, he nodded his head once to himself before turning back to you. “You – uh – you can take this bed.” He explained, only a light stutter tarring the words.

Casting a gaze over the bed and the space around it, you raised an eyebrow with a realisation. The bed was perfectly made, the other bed seeming messy in comparison, and the bedside table held a stack of three heavy hardbacks that Morgan would never look twice at, let alone read. “This is your bed?”

He looked from the bed to you and back again, seeming to realise what it sounded like he was implying. “Oh – um,” his features scrunched and he looked as though he were thinking very hard about something. “It’s just this bed is the furthest from the door so in the case of an intruder you would be the second target giving you ample time to escape or call for help or-or…” he stuttered and stalled entirely as you approached him.

Grasping the wrist of the hand that was half raised in some kind of gesture, you looked down to his hands even as your thumb swiped over his wrist. “You expecting an intruder?”

His hand turned under yours, palm flipping up to allow his fingers grip your palm. Unlike yours, his eyes did not shift up to meet yours, they remained fixed on your hand in his. “It’s just a precaution.” He still refused to look up at you, second hand coming up to nervously straighten the cuff of your shirt sleeve. “The electrical locking system of most hotels is actually much less secure than their more classical analogue counterpart. Picking a barrel lock requires much more skill than-“He paused when you slipped your hand free and moved towards the door before he powered through the hesitation. “Than – um – digital locks becau-“ He completely stalled as you gripped the table beside the door and hefted it over the door. “What are you doing?”

Grinning at him as you finished placing the table, you snatched a dusty glass vase from the sideboard. “Learnt this trick from Emily,” you told him, balancing the vase on the very edge of the table, “if someone comes in the vase will fall and smash, waking us both up.”

He mirrored your bright smile with a particularly subdued one of his own. “It’s doubtful the vase would smash, the carpeted floor would provide enough of a cushion to keep it in tact.”

“Right,” you muttered in response, wondering how you could shift this conversation away from the hypothetical intruder the two of you were supposedly going to face. Inspiration struck you quickly and a devilish smile twisted your lips; “hey Reid?”

The glint in your eye clearly sent alarm bells ringing through his head if the bobbing of his adam’s apple were any indication.

“Yeah?” He asked, hoarsely.

Slowly, you sidled back towards him. “What d’you reckon Morgan did to his back?”

Brown eyes narrowed on you, gaze flicking between both your eyes as he tried to calculate where you were going with this. You couldn’t blame him for his confusion, you were taking a very roundabout route to your destination but you were hoping it would prove worthwhile.

“I’m not sure,” Spencer told you plainly. You briefly wondered if he housed the same suspicions as you concerning Morgan’s sudden inability to share a room.

Reaching him once more, you watched the way he quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and smiled up at him. The movement was casual enough that you could dismiss it but the way he subtly rocked back and forth on his heels told you that the motion was more a nervous one.

“You could’ve helped him with that, couldn’t you, doc?”

And then, he fell right into your trap.

“I’m not actually a medical doctor,” he told you, as if you didn’t know. “Although, if the problem is muscular rather than skeletal he would probably require a good masseuse.” You couldn’t help but smile as he led the conversation right where you had hoped he would.

“One of your PHDs isn’t in massage then?”

Apprehension overtook him. “Ah – no.”

You shrugged, undoing his tie with nimble fingers and pulling it free. As you pulled the fabric from him it pulled him ever so slightly closer to you and he hardly made an effort to prevent the motion. You could feel his staggered breath spill warmth over your lips and you fumbled slightly with his tie as you worked up the courage for your next move.

“Well, I could teach you?” Your suggestion was met with a gaze that swept over your figure and neither of you paid much attention to where you threw his tie.

The hoarseness of his voice caused a dryness of your own throat, anticipation tasting sweet in your mouth. “You don’t have to do that.”

Shrugging, left hand smoothing over his chest where the tie had been, you gave a response. “You tried to teach me to speed read a few days ago,” you heavily emphasised the word tried, earning a laugh from the man before you, “consider this payback?”

Lips darting out to wet his lips, he nodded softly.

Beaming in response, your plan falling into place so perfectly around you, you patted his chest pointedly. “Sit down, doc.”

Nervousness practically poured from him but he followed your instruction; perching on the edge of the bed so precariously you were surprised he didn’t fall off.

Spencer’s gaze followed your movement until you disappeared behind him, at which point his hands clenched together in his lap. You clambered onto the bed behind him, your own more subtle nerves making the movement clumsier than you would have liked, and knelt behind him.

The tense set of his shoulders was the opposite effect that you had been hoping to have. Beneath the first touch of your hands they somehow stiffened even more. Lightly working your thumbs into the surprisingly substantial knots of his upper back, you leaned forward to murmur close to his ear. “Spencer, relax.”

He let out an extended breath that shook with a mix of laughter and something more promising. The laughter did soften his shoulders beneath your ministrations. “What?” You questioned softly.

Beginning to melt into you, his head fell back just enough for you to watch his eyes fall closed. “You just-“ he cut himself off as he hummed with satisfaction; the noise sending your tongue sweeping over your lips. “You don’t use my name that often.”

He didn’t seem to notice how much he had just given away; the possibilities that pooled in your mind at the power he had unknowingly just handed you. You gave no verbal reply but your hands became more insistent in their attempt at drawing more hums of pleasure from him.

“Does that feel good?” You asked lowly, raising on your knees slightly to gain a height advantage.

Almost unconsciously, his head fell back farther: resting against you now and you smiled down at his closed eyes. “Yeah,” he told you, the word becoming breathy almost immediately, before he mumbled out more confirmation “feels good.”

In all the time you had known him, you had never seen him so unrestrained, so relaxed. You almost didn’t want to ruin it by pushing this further but when his now blown eyes opened to find you, you changed your mind. The gaze that had found you, however briefly, was filled with a dark promise you had never expected to find.

You let one hand trail upwards from the back of his neck, fingers working through his hair and nails lightly scratching his scalp. The noise of satisfaction that one simple action pulled from him bolstered your confidence enough to let your other hand slip softly down his chest.

As you undid his second top button, letting your fingertips tease the skin of his chest, you gave an obvious excuse for your actions. “Massages are more effective without a shirt in the way,” he swallowed thickly at your words, “do you mind?”

To begin with, he shook his head that he didn’t mind, eyes squeezing shut. But, as you undid the next button and let your entire hand slip beneath his shirt, his hands stopped you.

Pausing immediately, you looked questioningly down to him. His fingers were flexing where they held your wrist, eyes squeezing shut before opening to settle on you with scrunched eyebrows. All clear signs of hesitation.

You were making your desire for him more than obvious at this point, you supposed that some of your actions over the previous days could be explained away with enough mental gymnastics, but with your hand under his shirt it was impossible to ignore. So, what was making him hesitate so much?

After a moment apparently warring with himself, he gave your wrist a final squeeze and forced some words out. “The best way to learn a new skill is…” he looked down at your wrist caught in his hand briefly before daring to meet your eye once more, “practice.”

Now, that was promising. Realising that, for his sake, you were going to have to give up some of your control of this situation - you pulled your hands back. Unable to completely retract from him without attempting to send his thoughts into a spiral, you leaned close to his ear one last time.

“Where do you want me?”

He remained for a brief pause, shifting in his seat while his eyes darted back and forth over the thoughts in his head. Eventually, he stood and you almost pouted at the cool air he left behind.

Sitting back on your heels, leaving your palms resting on your knees, you blinked innocently up at him. Considering the way his eyes widened at the sight of you kneeling before him, it was a wonder you kept a victorious smirk from breaking your show of faux innocence.

Recovering himself, Spencer vaguely gestured for you to turn around. Following instruction without daring to tease him further, you turned and shuffled backwards until your back was flush to the edge of the bed.

Now that you couldn’t see him, anticipation killed you. He didn’t move to you immediately but you could hear him shifting behind you. Without seeing his face you couldn’t tell whether he was purposefully dragging this out to make you squirm or if his nerves were getting the better of him.

The anticipation made your skin tingle and when he finally touched you you felt as though you might explode. Immediately, you sank into his touch with a contented sigh. This small sound he pulled from you seemed to bolster his confidence and his hands became firmer.

You weren’t sure if he genuinely was just a quick study, although that wouldn’t surprise you, or if he had lied about not knowing how to do this. His hands, that you had been so drawn to for the last few days, genuinely seemed magic. Your shoulders dropped and your back relaxed as he worked your muscles perfectly, the warmth of his hands pushing comfort into you. You practically melted beneath him.

You let out a mewl of contentment that stalled his hands, sending them gripping you with an urgency that he couldn’t hope to hide. The breath he heaved out ruffled your hair and you suddenly realised how close he had become to you.

Daring to lean back slightly, trusting him to not let you fall, you sighed as his hands began to move once more. As much as you were enjoying melting beneath his ministrations, you were hoping he would dare to push this further.

Impatience picked at you however, your body unwilling to wait now that you knew how well his hands could work you, and you took action. Nerves did try to halt you; what you were about to do would either push this interaction to where you really wanted it to go or would stop it entirely.

Throwing caution to the wind, reassuring yourself with the memories of how he had looked at you earlier, you tilted your head back. Head resting against him, you let your eyes fall shut and hoped he was looking down at your expression.

Biting your lip you let a muffled moan slip free. The noise wasn’t a complete lie, you did feel incredible right now, but it was a definite exaggeration. Then, using the weapon he had so carelessly given you earlier, you let a few breathy words escape you. “Oh, Spencer, that feels so good.”

What sounded like a high whine got caught in his throat but instead of falling into you like you had hoped he would, he fell away from you. It took you a moment to right yourself, considering how heavily you had been leaning against him you almost fell off the bed entirely, and by the time you turned to face him he had sat on the bed opposite you.

His elbows rested against his knees as his body fell forward and his hands rubbed harshly against his eyes. Guilt tore through you, he looked so uncomfortable.

Pulling your knees into your chest, you hugged yourself to try and forestall the discomfort now pulling at you. “Sorry,” you told him so quickly the word came out almost unintelligible. “I’m just y’know overstressed and- and like everything else you - you’re really good at that-“

Luckily, he cut off your words before they could devolve even further into rambling insanity. “You-“ he started awkwardly, lips pressed together as he tried to force his words out. “You’ve been flirting with me?” he finished quietly, eyes never quite reaching yours.

Why he phrased that as a question you weren’t sure. Had he not been paying attention the last few days? It was obvious. You didn’t bother denying it; “yeah, I- I have been,” you told him, nodding slowly as you tried to figure out what had gone so wrong.

Finally, he managed to catch your gaze. His eyes weren’t guarded as you had feared, they were still warm and open - never closing to you. “Is it…” Spencer was struggling so much getting these words out that you wished you could just read his mind and save him from the stress. Alas, you could not work out what was happening in that brain of his. “It’s just…” he wrung his hands together. “Are you just curious?” He rushed out eventually, words jumbling together in his rush. “Just for-for a night or do you…”

He really was struggling to force this out but, luckily for him, you had worked out where his meandering words were headed. “Spencer,” you breathed out, his shoulders dropping as he realised he was no longer expected to keep talking. Standing from your spot on the bed, you took a few steps to stand in the space before him. “You wanna date me.”

You didn’t need to ask and so you gave it as a statement. His hesitance and uncertainty now made perfect sense; his attraction to you was more than skin deep and he didn’t want to misread the situation.

He held your gaze, pressed his lips together, and nodded silently.

Finally gaining this confirmation, you smiled brightly down at him. You bounced the last step to him, hands framing his face to keep him looking up at you as you let a gleeful laugh free. At your expression, he finally smiled.

Bending at the hip, you brought your face close to his. Your lips brushed his as you murmured a single word. “Good,” you punctuated the word with your lips, a soft kiss that quickly became more as a large hand gripped you and pulled you closer.

Your noise of surprise was swallowed by his lips as his second hand curled snugly around your waist. His previous nerves and uncertainty had disappeared entirely; replaced with a casual confidence that was evident in the way he pulled you into his lap.

From your new perch straddling the doctor you quickly realised why he had sat bent so awkwardly forwards earlier. Giggling into his kiss, you gave a whine when he responded by pulling his lips away. They didn’t stray far, one hand tugged through your hair to tilt your head back while his lips worked down your neck.

When you had started this venture with Spencer you had expected him to be nervous, almost clumsy, but it seemed that the moment you confirmed your long term interest in him he let go of any anxiety. The way he let his hands roam your figure while he worked on marking your neck thrilled you.

You worked the remainder of his buttons free whilst your brain still functioned well enough not to fumble. At the feel of your palms against his chest his own hands started pulling greedily at your shirt.

“I’ve wanted to get you out of this all day,” he all but growled out, the stubbornness of your buttons clearly frustrating his usually perfect dexterity.

“You don’t like it?” Pressing against him, making the task ahead of him a little more difficult, you shifted your hips as though you didn’t know the effect it would have on him. “I wore it just for you.”

Hands leaving your shirt, the buttons very much still done up, he squeezed your thighs meaningfully. “Oh, I know.” The words were almost drowned out by your yelp of surprise as he hefted you upwards. Locking your legs around his torso, you let one of your hands grip his hair as you pulled his lips back to yours.

A gasp was pulled from you as your back hit a mattress with such force you bounced a few times. Shuffling up to rest on your elbows, you marvelled at the imposing way he was looking down at you. His large height was no surprise to you but the way he looked over you now was intimidating in the best way. “Much better,” he commented - smugness dripping from his tone.

Excitement tingled through you at this bold Spencer you had never encountered before. He dropped on top of you, arms caging you in as a more skilled hand pulled your buttons free.

It was interesting; when he was in a position of control over you he seemed much more confident in his every ministration but flip the scenario and he became a fumbling mess beneath you.

The possibilities were endless for the future trysts that were to hopefully come, but your mind was thrown back into the moment at the feel of his rough palms against your bare stomach. “You’ve been teasing me with this all day,” he murmured against your collarbone, lithe finger hooking underneath the middle band of your bra.

“Mhm,” you hummed, wiggling beneath him in an attempt to push him to touch you in one of the places begging for his attention. “Didn’t think you noticed.” That was an obvious lie.

From the smirk he shot up at you from his new position over your abdomen, it was clear he caught the mistruth too. “No?” He questioned, the warm breath that spilt over your stomach sending a pleasant shiver through your figure. “You haven’t been thinking about this?” He punctuated the question with fingertips dragging over your stomach, a deliberate delicacy in the action that sent you writhing beneath him. Your reaction did nothing but embolden him further. “You weren’t wondering how good my hands would feel?” Your tongue couldn’t quite form words of affirmation around your shallow breaths.

If you had known it would be like this you would have pounced on him sooner.

His fingers skirted beneath the waistband of your pants but immediately returned to your stomach despite your whining protest. Spencer had the audacity to laugh down at you, taking a moment to watch you mewl beneath him and likely saving the image to remember perfectly until the very end of time.

“Spencer,” you complained when his hands stilled upon you entirely.

He jerked back into action, having seemingly forgotten himself as he had watched you, and tugged more insistently at your pants.

Lifting your legs, impatience begging you to help him undress you, you almost shivered as the cool air kissed the skin of your legs. You did shiver when his hands warmed your thighs, his insistent grip tugging you closer. Unwilling to let him take complete control of the situation, keeping the playfulness of the previous days alive even in this heated exchange, you pulled your legs free.

Caging him in with your thighs slung over his hips you used his figure as leverage to pull yourself up. Hands slipping over his shoulders you pushed his shirt from him. Nails lightly marking over his shoulders you pulled his lips to yours. You teased him - cutting off the kiss just as he was falling entirely into it by pulling back as your hands worked his belt; his bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth until you decided to release it.

Just as your hand dipped beneath the waistband of his slacks, he harshly gripped at your arms halting you. A challenging gaze met yours, one eyebrow quirking at you even as his lips couldn’t keep from raising in a smirk.

Slowly, he leaned into you. Eyes dropping to your lips, gaze lingering there as his low voice murmured hoarsely to you. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” the phrase was punctuated with your gasp as he pushed you heavily back. Still knelt over you, his hands washed over your thighs - dragging slowly over the supple skin but lingering longer as he spoke darkly. “So, this is gonna go exactly,” as he spoke his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of your underwear and you could practically see his ego inflate at the wetness already pooled there, “how I want it to go.”

You tried to squirm but it merely worked to slow his swirling fingers. He had been right earlier; you had spent the past days entirely distracted with thoughts of how his hands would feel on you but nothing in your wildest fantasies could have lived up to the way his fingers worked you. “Did you hear me?” You heard his voice through the haze of your own pleasure but were only able to give a response when his hands purposefully stilled.

“M’kay,” you whined, tugging at his wrist in a pathetic attempt to get him to move.

The ministrations continued, the sensations overwhelming but he never pushed you close enough to that precipice you were quickly becoming desperate to fall from. From the smugness overtaking him you could tell he was fully aware of how unfair he was being. “What was that?” He pushed.

It was shocking, really, how powerless he had so swiftly made you. You enjoyed this shift in the power dynamic between you, however, and considering how he was already making you feel you were more than willing to let him take the reigns. In fact, you couldn’t stop the words that spilled so desperately from your lips. “Ah- Spencer- please!”

Just as you were on the precipice of collapsing into yourself, he stopped again. His free hand moved up to grip your chin, turning you to face him, and two lithe fingers tapped your cheek in silent instruction to open the eyes you had not noticed falling closed. When he held your desired gaze, he spoke slowly to you; “please, what?”

“Spencer…” you whined again, hoping his name alone would earn you your release. Pointedly, he swiped his slicked fingers over your clit once, but only once. You bucked at the movement but quickly gave in to his request. Locking a determined gaze on him, you begged him with as much authority as the words could allow. “Spencer, please let me cum.”

You couldn’t decipher whether it was victory or desire that splashed a new darkness into his caramel eyes, but you couldn’t think to care when his ministrations restarted in force. “Do you really think you deserve to?” The finger that slipped inside of you certainly didn’t match up with his question but you nodded into the sensation regardless.

“Y-yes, I do.” You managed between gasping breaths as a second finger joined the first. If he kept going with the relentless pace he had set it soon wouldn’t matter whether you really deserved to cum or not.

If he noticed the rapid approach of your orgasm he did nothing to prevent it. If anything he sent you careening to it more quickly when his thumb stretched up to circle your clit whilst his fingers curled deliciously inside you. “Is this what you imagined?”

The tone of the question demanded an answer and you nodded up at him. The hand that had gripped your chin relented only for his thumb to swipe over your lips as he demanded verbalisation; “use your words.”

“No,” you told him honestly, his answering hesitation quickly abated by your next gasping words, “this is better.”

He rewarded your honesty by redoubling his efforts. The hand on your face trailed down to harshly pull the fabric of your bra out of his way. The delicious combination of his hand roughly kneading your breasts, blunted nails leaving half-moons in the tender flesh, alongside his fingers curling inside of you finally sent you over the edge.

Both hands tightly gripped his arm as you came. You felt so awash with the crest of pleasure you had crashed into that you needed to anchor yourself to him just to stay present. The feeling was so intense you couldn’t be sure if any noise managed to leave you, you knew your mouth had opened as though to moan wantonly but the blood rushing through your ears and the euphoria washing over your thoughts made it hard to tell.

Eventually, the tides of pleasure slowed to ebbing waves. They were present, obvious in the way you would twitch every so often, but the world slowly came back into focus. Unsurprisingly, the first thing your gaze settled upon was Spencer.

Satisfaction was written clearly over his features as he looked over the mess he had already managed to make of you. You jolted visibly as he withdraw his fingers from you and swallowed thickly as you watched him lick them clean. Considering the stratospheric orgasm you had just returned from it was unfair how quickly that single salacious action made you needy for more. You were almost certain that Spencer would be the death of you.

You barely cared if he knew it at this point.

Gripping his wrist, you forced the fingers from his mouth and pulled him closer to you. “Spencer, I need you to fuck me right now.”

He pulled back despite your protests but you settled your complaints when he pulled your underwear entirely off. The noise of his clinking belt provided a kind of musical backdrop for the low timbre of his voice as he spoke next. “You’re not satisfied?”

It was clear in his tone that he more than knew the answer to this question and that your honest answer would hand him any power you had managed to hold onto this far. But you simply did not care.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” You told him, your earnestness unexpected but entirely honest in this moment.

He leant into you, a lingering kiss pressed to your lips as a hand swept the hair from you face. The moment was slower than those that had preceded it, a sweetness pervading the entire exchange, but it didn’t seem to alter the flow of your intimacy. If anything, it ramped up the heat between you even further; considering the warm ache quickly forming between your thighs it was hard to believe that you had just orgasmed.

His lips distracted you entirely; too wrapped up in him, as you were, to notice that he had freed himself from his slacks. You broke from his lips with a more than audible gasp when you felt him enter you, but he stopped his progress immediately when you squeezed your eyes shut. “No, look at me.”

With great effort, you forced a steady gaze on him. He had barely breached you but you could hardly keep still as he pushed deeper. Considering the heated days that had led up to this moment his self control was impressive; every millimetre he inched forward was slow, measured. His eyes roaming your features, finding every slight reaction you gave him and savouring the sight.

You had had enough. Using the only slight leverage he had allowed you, you rocked your hips purposefully to meet him. Grip tightening on your thighs his head caved into your neck as he choked on a groan.

Now, with him bottomed out inside you, you realised why he had been so torturously slow. His large hands had always made your mind wander, however inappropriately, and consider the size of him. With your walls now deliciously stretched around him, you had your answer. Despite your rush to experience him, you were glad for his patience, your body needed time to relax around his size.

Spencer aided this adjustment with a finger swiping purposefully over your clit and his mouth moving over yours. Melting into him, body quickly becoming pliable to him, you shifted your hips in a quiet indication that you were ready and waiting.

When he shifted it was only slightly but it still drew a throaty whine from you. Spencer’s own low voice joined your unintelligible noise, a delicious curse falling from his lips; “fuck.”

Your memory was hardly faultless like his, but you were sure you had never heard him swear before. There was no doubt you would remember hearing such dirty words in his familiar timbre. After all, the way he said just that one word was already ingrained in your mind after a single iteration.

“Why does that sound so good when you say it?” His reply was non-verbal but seemed to somehow answer your question regardless. He pulled back, almost entirely leaving you, before slamming forwards in a sudden, sharp movement that filled you entirely. Your back arched into him, your arms gripping him instinctively - desperate to pull him somehow closer still.

The forceful pace he set was indicative of the slow but burning heat that had built and built and built over the past days. One of his large hands pushed your left hip, keeping you from squirming beneath him, whilst the other framed your features as his mouth dropped to your neck.

Sloppily, his lips and tongue worked over your hammering pulse. The delicacy of his actions disappearing alongside the harshness of his thrusts. You could feel the peak of pleasure building inside you once again, the friction of his action pushing you closer and closer but never close enough. You let your hand wander down the small space between your bodies, fingers quickly finding your clit and working yourself desperately to the edge.

His head raised from your neck, molten eyes meeting yours before darting down to where your fingers worked circles over your clit. His own hand shot down, smacking yours carelessly out of the way, and worked over you. Something about his fingers, his calloused fingertips upon you, was more addictive than any pleasure you could bring yourself.

“Oh god…” was the only warning you could give before you dove headfirst into another toe curling orgasm. You knew well enough by now that he would want your eyes on him as you rode through your high and so you let his warm eyes overtake your vision.

Your walls clenched around him, pulling him in further and you could tell he wasn’t far behind you. When your name repeatedly spilled from him like a nonsensical prayer, he collapsed forward and pressed his lips harshly to yours. He came with a shudder and a groan against you before he slowed his movements entirely.

The air of the room was then bathed in a subtle quiet, punctuated only by the slowing puffs of breath as the pair of you basked in your shared afterglow. Your hands skittered up and down his back, one of them moving higher to press softly into his hair and you smiled as he hummed with appreciation.

Eventually, even the satisfaction he had just brought you could do nothing to ease the growing heaviness of him on top of you. “Spencer,” you murmured, lips grazing his temple as you turned to face him, “you’re heavy.”

He lifted his head, a smirk shot at you before his lips grazed your temple, then your cheek, then your lips, and finally your forehead. The action was so saccharine after the intensity that you had just shared that you couldn’t help but giggle at the pleasant juxtaposition.

You shuddered as he pulled himself from you. When he left you the relief of his weight leaving you was quickly overwhelmed with disappointment as he left the bed entirely. You pouted. Seeming to sense your gaze upon him, he turned back to you even as he continued into the bathroom. “I’m coming back!” He reassured, the words almost tinny as they bounced to you from the tiled bathroom.

The faucet ran briefly, the struggle of the water evident in the creaking of copper pipes, before he reappeared. Something warm wormed it’s way into your chest as you spotted the flannel clutched in his hand and you sank into the bed as he approached. His weight shifted the bed and you looked up at him with a shyness that didn’t suit the situation.

Lightly he lifted one leg. Kissing your calf he lightly dragged the flannel down the inside of your thigh.

How and why such shyness was overtaking you at this point you weren’t sure. It was just… cleaning you up after having made such a mess of you seemed almost more intimate than what you had shared before.

“Are you gonna sleep next to me?” You were almost afraid to ask; the question seemed ridiculous but you just wanted to be sure.

His ministrations paused, the flannel discarded somewhere out of sight as he let soft hands wander over your smooth skin. “If you’ll let me.”

You laughed, relief washing through you. “Spencer,” you began coyly, “I just let you fuck me into the mattress, there’s not much I wouldn’t let you do.”

Grinning down at you, excitement sparkling in his eyes, he moved to stretch out beside you. “C’mere,” he murmured, hands pulling you into him as sleepy eyes fluttered shut.

————————————

You had bounced into the hotel restaurant the next morning, a quickly cooling coffee now sitting before you that you didn’t feel any need to drink. Spencer had waited upstairs before joining you; you had decided it would be too suspicious for the pair of you to arrive at breakfast together despite the fact that there was no reason for such a trivial action to rouse suspicion. If anything, your avoidance of arriving together would be more telling.

And so, he was still struggling against the coffee machine whilst you sat happily at a table with Morgan and JJ.

“How was your night?” The question jolted you, head jerking to face Morgan before you spluttered out a reply.

“Uh- yeah - fine.” You tried to dismiss your obvious fluster with a wave of your hand.

Morgan nodded thoughtfully before tilting his head to face JJ, an expectant eyebrow raised. Ignoring his gaze, the woman looked at you closely. Eyes sweeping over your features, giving no answer to the questioning gaze you shot her, she deflated.

Leaning to her left she hefted her heavy bag into her lap and began digging through it. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you,” she told you, confusing you even more so, “but I hate it when Morgan’s right.”

As she spoke she pulled a twenty dollar bill free from her bag and handed it unhappily to Morgan.

“Thank you,” he gave her smugly, pinching the cash from her fingers.

Mouth dropping open, you realised exactly what they had bet on and dropped your gaze to examine yourself. You had been so careful; covering any marks he may have left on you with long sleeves and perfectly taming your mess of hair. What had given you away?!

JJ didn’t need to be asked for an answer. “I’ve never seen you this happy in the morning, not ever.” She stressed the last word as though you weren’t aware of this fact. “And before your coffee too? It’s obvious.”

You opened your mouth to come up with some vague mistruth that could save you but Spencer’s voice cut you off.

“What’s going on?” He asked, cluelessly, as he moved to sit beside you.

[spencers-goodgirl]

Quick study

Prompt: Reader teaches Spencer how to pleasure her with his mouth. And Spencer shows that he’s a fast learner.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: implied Virgin!Spencer, dirty talking, oral sex (female receiving), coming untouched

Words:

A.N.: I love Virgin!Spencer so much… He deserves all the cuddles, kisses and bites someone can give.

Spencer was enjoying the warmth of my fingers all over his face, as I ran my fingertips from his perfect lips up to the tip of his nose and back down to his chin. The slow music coming from the speaker inside my apartment was filling the living room, allowing our minds to float and relax while all the negative thoughts disappeared into thin air. 

Friday nights were my favourite nights to spend with Spencer, because they were the beginning of my weekend with him. All the other days we would get interrupted by his team calling him to get back to work, but on Fridays he would turn off his phone and forget about the whole world outside just to be with me. 

Spencer wanted to be with me this weekend.

He couldn’t stop reminding me on Monday that there were only five more days to separate us – then four, then three... Until it was Friday, and he showed up at my place on time, with a red rose in his hand and a box of my favourite take out. 

Spencer was such a romantic soul, both with words and actions. Reminding me that he was happy to see me every single day was his favourite way to show me love, and I couldn’t do anything but accept that loving and kind man in my arms every single time I had the chance to.

I loved Spencer in such a deep and intimate way, even though our relationship wasn’t intimate.

Not yet, at least. Spencer didn’t push me, I didn’t push him either – but it was clear we wanted more from one another, that we were ready to take that step and be in the moment together. I wanted it for two different reasons: touch was my love language; being so close to Spencer, showing him my vulnerability, felt better than expressing it with words.

Words that sometimes didn’t come out correctly. 

Words that sometimes weren’t enough to describe my love for him. 

“You know... I was thinking about something this morning.”

I opened my eyes, looking down at him. “What were you thinking about, baby?”

“The picture you sent me last night.” – Spencer mumbled, placing his hand on top of mine – “You looked so beautiful.”

Blushing, I shrugged. “Oh, thank you. I wanted to show off my new pyjamas.”

“I loved it. I love you.” – he said, lifting his body to sit back down beside me – “I love you.”

Each time Spencer whispered those three little words to me, my heart would burst into flames or try to jump out of my throat. It was such an ecstatic feeling the first time he said them, but even after... Those words had the same effect on me as they had the first time I heard them.

I placed my hands on his face. “I love you too. I love you a lot.”

Spencer stole a kiss from my lips, pushing my hands away from his face. “I w-want to show you how much I l-love you.”

His words forced me to pull back completely, because the meaning was obvious – and I didn’t know how to take it. I didn’t even know if I heard him correctly, but there he was: confident with those bright pink cheeks, those luscious lips I wanted to consume, that sweet look on his face. 

I was happy, of course, but I was also worried that he might’ve thought about having sex just because Derek and all the others told him that sex is fundamental in a relationship.

It can be, it might be, but not entirely.

Intimacy was important for me, but communication and love and loyalty were much more important than all the rest. 

“Can I?”

“What...” – I was already out of breath, my heart pumping louder in my chest – “What do you mean?”

Spencer put his hand over my thigh, stealing more kisses from my lips. “I want to use my m-mouth on y-you.”

That knocked the air out of my lungs. 

“You don’t have to do it if you...”

“I want to. I’m dying to do it, princess.” – he mumbled, running his fingers up and down my thigh – “Please, c-can I do it? Can I m-make you feel good? You deserve it.”

I didn’t know what to say because the desperation that oozed from each one of his words was enough to win me over, to convince me that Spencer was doing all of that out of love and desire and ache for me. So I nodded my head, gently placing my own right hand on top of Spencer’s. 

“Okay, yeah. I’d love that.” – I whispered, blushing when Spencer got off the couch – “Where do you want me to sit, baby?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it again. His eyes wandered around the living room for a few seconds, probably to look for the perfect spot to have me however he pleased, but then they landed on me again. 

Spencer looked worried.

“Did you change your mind, baby? Do you want to cuddle?”

“No. No, I’m just... I d-don’t know.” – Spencer said, the nerves visibly creeping up on him – “Should we go to the bedroom?”

“Wherever you want and feel more comfortable.” – I replied with a smile, pressing a kiss on his soft cheek – “Are you nervous?”

He didn’t hold back with his answer, opening up to me. “I’ve never d-done this before. I did my research, b-but...”

“It’s not the same as the real thing, is it?” I asked

Spencer nodded, walking towards the bedroom without leaving my hand. His grip was gentle, but strong enough to let me know he wanted everything he was willing to give me - and at the same time, he was nervous.

So many unspoken words hiding in such a simple gesture.

“I’m just worried I might d-disappoint you. You’ve done t-this before, I didn’t.”

“Hey, hey.” – I stopped before we reached his bedroom, tapping the back of his hand – “It’s your first try, there will be more times if you’ll like it. I can teach you how to do this, I can move you where I want you, but I’m sure you’ll be amazing.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with those puppy dog eyes. 

I felt bad for him and the thoughts running through his head, because I felt the exact same thing the first time I did this with someone. The fear of disappointing your partner, the self-consciousness of never having done this… It was frustrating, terrifying, distracting.

But Spencer had nothing to fear, not with me. 

I would’ve moved at his pace and made sure to keep him comfortable, to tell him exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. 

So I did what calmed him down with the gesture I knew was going to relax him. 

I kissed his lips with a hand gently over his chest, and Spencer pushed me back inside the bedroom, kissing me back as if his life depended on it. His left hand gripped my waist as I moaned against his mouth, closing my eyes and focusing on the way our lips locked and unlocked. The way his tongue controlled me with each kiss, made me realise that no matter what he was going to do, Spencer was definitely going to drive me crazy.

Also, he did his research.

I wasn’t really sure I wanted to know what he meant by that, but I knew he was a quick learner.

I kicked my shoes off, leaving them with my socks next to the door. “Relax for me, baby. We’re taking this very slow.”

Spencer nodded his head, following me with his gaze. “Y-Yes.”

Spencer laid me down on the bed, pushing a pillow underneath my head so that I would be as comfortable as I could. His fingers were trembling and his eyes never left my face, so I tried to reassure him as best as I could with my smile, my kisses down his neck and my hands caressing his back. 

He smelled so good.

I didn’t want Spencer to feel like he was forced to do this, but the desire was flashing behind those amber coloured eyes. Spencer wanted this as much as I did, despite his nerves almost getting the best of him. 

“Are you comfortable, princess?”

I nodded my head, bringing my hands behind his neck. “Yes, baby. I feel perfect.”

“I, uh... Should I take your clothes o-off?” he asked

I shrugged, kissing his lips to distract him from his nerves. Each time my lips joined his, Spencer relaxed more and more - as if pieces of his insecurities were slowly crumbling down. 

“I don’t mind keeping my clothes on, but if you want to see me naked...”

Spencer crawled on top of me, settling between my legs. “I have this, uh... fantasy?”

“Hm, tell me about it.” – I kept stroking his hair, playing with the little curls adorning the base of his neck – “I’m curious.”

“I want to do t-this without taking your clothes o-off. Like, I want to... eat you out like this, just.” – he cleared his throat, licking his bottom lip  – “Casting your panties aside.”

Spencer was going to be the death of me.

With my lips twitched into a smirk, I leaned forward and kissed his mouth again. I didn’t know if his innocence was turning me on, or the fact that the man on top of me was so full of surprises – either way, I was already wet, dripping at the thought of feeling that smart mouth between my legs. 

Spencer was so fucking hot, and he wasn’t doing anything in particular. He was just talking, breathing, existing.

“Sounds good, baby.” – I replied, pushing my hips against his – “We can do that.”

His eyes were bright under the faint lights of his bedroom. “Yeah?”

I nodded again, bringing his face down so that our lips could meet all over again. If Spencer didn’t want to take off all my clothes, I wasn’t going to pressure him to do that – we never took a shower together, we never saw each other completely naked, so I understood if he was even more nervous because of that. 

There was no one rushing us. We were going to take things slow and appreciate every single first time together. 

“Yes, baby. We can do whatever you want.” - I mumbled on his lips, smiling - “You just need to ask with that sweet voice of yours.”

Spencer whimpered against my lips when my hips met his, and felt the hardness in his pants. I knew that moving like this was torturous for him, but I wanted to tease him a bit – and have fun, just like he was having fun touching my thighs and gripping them with force.

“Are you hard for me, baby?” - I asked, nudging my nose to his - “Are you hard because the idea of eating me out turns you on?”

He shuddered at my words, blushing hard. “I.. Y-Yes. To both q-questions.”

Smiling, I brushed my thumbs over his cheeks. “You’re such a sweet boy, Spencer. You deserve to touch me a bit, if you want.”

Spencer kissed me again, keeping his hands on my hips as I moved against him. His fingers didn’t slide down on my thighs, they didn’t travel up to my breasts and my best guess was that he didn’t know where to start.

He could touch me wherever he wanted, but there were too many places he could land his hands on.

I rocked against his hips again, earning a whimper from his lips. “Spencer?”

“Y-Yes, sorry.” - he said, breaking the kiss and moving his hips up to my shoulders - “I w-want to…”

I waited for him to finish the sentence, dying to know what kind of wicked his thing his mind was going to produce. His words never came, but his hands slid over my breasts and gripped them tight.

A soft moan came out of my lips when his fingers twisted my nipples over the fabric of my shirt, surprising me. I decided not to wear a bra that morning because we were going to spend the whole night at his place, so there was no need to wear one - and I mentally congratulated myself for making the right choice. 

Spencer’s eyes were mesmerised by the sight in front of him. 

His fingers twisted and massaged my nipples, while his eyes rested on my face to detect a sign of discomfort. All they could find was an immense amount of love for him and a growing pleasure that was blossoming from my chest.

“Feels good, baby.” - I told him, biting my bottom lip - “You can use your mouth, if you want.”

Spencer listened to my suggestion and didn’t hesitate to put it to the test, gently tugging my shirt down to expose my breasts to him. The soft moan that slipped from his lips didn’t go unnoticed as I chuckled. 

“Ah, you like them.”

His cheeks burned off a bright red tint. “Y-Yes. Is t-that wrong?”

“Not at all, baby!” - I shook my head, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand - “It makes me feel good to know that you like them.” 

He blinked, staring at me with a faint smile. “So c-can I…”

“Do you want to suck on my tits, baby?” - I asked, lifting half of my body so that I could look at him better - “Do you know how to do it?”

Spencer shook his head to answer my last question, but he didn’t let me talk. Instead, he just went for it - and wrapped his pink lips around my right nipple, sucking it in his mouth and earning a long moan from my mouth. 

I collapsed back on the bed with my eyes closed, running my hands through his hair. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good.”

With his free hand, Spencer kneaded my other breast while swirling his tongue over the sensitive, hard nub in his mouth. I kept my mouth shut, simply giving Spencer a smile each time he sucked harsher on me - he was doing so good all by himself, staring at me and waiting for me to beg him to stop. 

But I was an eager greedy bitch.

“You look so pretty right now, baby.” - I whispered, tapping his button nose - “God, you make me want to smother you.”

Spencer blushed at my compliments and pulled away from my breast, immediately taking my other nipple into his mouth. I hummed at the contact and raised my hips, smiling when Spencer pushed back against me - he was painfully hard in his trousers as he kept rubbing on my thigh. 

“Such a dirty boy, grinding against my thigh.” - I teased him with a smirk, gently pulling his hair - “But you’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good.”

Spencer thrusted forward at my reprimand, hiding his smile with his mouth pressed to my skin. His teeth grazed over my nipple as he sucked on it harshly, covering it in his own spit. 

There was nothing more sensual than Spencer with his mouth on my tits.

Not yet, though. Because I was pretty sure that seeing him with his face buried between my legs was going to be just as hot, if not hotter. 

“That’s enough.” - I whispered, watching Spencer slowly nodding and pulling away from my breasts - “Kiss me, baby.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, making his way up with kisses to my chest and my neck to reach my lips. Spencer was still laying between my legs, his mouth now lazily covering mine while kissing me and tasting me the way he wanted to - I knew he loved kisses and I knew he loved my lips.

His hands stayed on my breasts, squeezing and massaging them while our tongues melted against each other’s. 

“I want to t-taste you a-again.” - Spencer uttered in my mouth - “Please, I n-need it.”

Nodding, I placed both my hands on his shoulders. “Do whatever you want to me, baby. I’m all yours.”

Excited by the answer he received, Spencer turned his attention back to my right breast and dragged his tongue all around my nipple. I gasped with eyes fixed on his face, watching his eyes slowly close to focus on the actions of his tongue - they were quick, confident while his fingers were so gentle.

They were drawing circles on my belly, slowly making their way up to my other breast to massage it, knead it again the way he wanted to. 

I gasped when Spencer grazed his teeth on my nipple again and he smiled at me, with that greedy look on his face. Spencer flicked the tip of his tongue over my sensitive nubs and watched me as I jerked my hips at the gesture. Then, to prove to me he learned how to pleasure me that way, Spencer sucked on my nipple, using his tongue to flick it. 

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my breasts and I moaned, filling his bedroom with the sounds of my pleasure and the shuffling of the blankets I was laying on. The more he paid attention to my nipples, showing me that he was incredible with his mouth, the more I grew impatient.

I needed to feel his mouth somewhere else on my body.

“Spencer, baby…” - I called him, touching his shoulder - “Please, your mouth.”

Spencer hummed against my skin, mouth still full. “Am I hurting you?”

I shook my head, biting my bottom lip. “No, baby, you’re not. But, uh…”

“I understand. I k-know what y-you want.” - he said, clearing his throat and pulling away from my breast - “I’ll g-give you what y-you want.”

I went silent as Spencer brought his hands down to my hips, staring at the black skirt already raised up to my waist. With all this squirming and moving, I wasn’t surprised to see it completely exposing my soaked panties. 

Spencer, however, was enchanted by the sight. 

The wet spot on my panties was an obvious indicator of my desire for him and the goosebumps all over the skin of my thighs was a sign that his touch felt more than pleasurable. 

“You…”

I licked my bottom lip, spreading my legs in front of him. “You got me so wet, baby. See?”

Spencer stared at my panties for a few seconds, before looking up at me with lust burning behind his irises. His plump lips parted, but he didn’t speak - no, he used his fingers to do all the talking for him. 

Brushing the tip of his index and medium fingers between my legs, he watched how my thighs trembled at his touch and the wet spot became slightly larger. 

“Please, baby. Touch me.” - I begged him, bringing my hand between my legs as well - “I need you so badly.”

Spencer blinked when I spoke up and he nodded his head, waking up from that hazy state of mind that his pleasure brought him to. I knew he was overwhelmed with everything that had been happening, but I was curious to see how he was going to approach to my sex. 

Laying between my legs with his face right in front of my core, Spencer used his fingers to push my panties to the side. The feeling wasn’t that comfortable, but I didn’t care - it was his fantasy and I wanted to fulfil it. 

I wanted to make him happy. 

“I…”

“Do what feels natural to you, baby.” - I told him, running my fingers through his slicked back hair - “Or do what your research has taught you.”

Spencer smiled at my amused remark and he nodded his head, waiting for a few seconds to sort out his thoughts. I didn’t know what he was thinking about as he watched my core glistening with desire for him, but there was one thing for sure: the sight turned him on. 

He didn’t know I could feel the bed slowly move underneath the weight of his body, but I knew he was rocking his hips to gain some friction. I knew he was seeking pleasure as he looked at the mess he caused between legs - but I wasn’t going to tease him now. 

“Whatever you do, I’m sure I’ll love it.” 

Spencer moved his hands from my hips under my thighs, bringing me closer to his face with his eyes on my face. He wanted to make sure I was comfortable with everything, and I was - completely, utterly in love with the man ready to  use his tongue on me and drive me crazy. 

“Are y-you sure y-you want me t-to do this?”

“Yes, baby. Positively sure.”

Spencer didn’t waste any time after that, tracing with kisses the soft skin of my inner thigh and watching the goosebumps covering half of my body. I moved my hips involuntarily, but the gesture caught Spencer’s attention because he looked up at me and smiled. 

I winked at him, lickig my bottom lip. “You are so pretty.”

“Thank y-you, princess.”

Spencer let his fingers brush over my folds and I heard him moan at the sight of my wetness dripping down his pads. There was a difference between looking at a woman in a porn video being aroused and a woman, laying in front of him, desperate for his tongue or his fingers.

“You’re so w-wet.”

I moaned at his words. “All for you, baby.”

Spencer watched my reactions as his fingers explored my heat, spreading my wetness all over his fingers and up to my sensitive clit. I bit my bottom lip and moved my hips to his rhythm, trying my best not to start crying at the stimulation. 

It had been so long since someone touched me that way. 

And Spencer’s fingers were exploring me, feeling how wet I was because of his and his gestures, trying to find the best way to touch me to give me all the pleasure he could, in any way he could. 

“Can I u-use my t-tongue now?”

“Do whatever you want.” - I reassured him again, smiling softly - “Please.”

My voice was broken by the pleasure already spreading through my body, but I was not prepared for the sound that Spencer made when his mouth finally closed around my clit. 

His tongue tasted me for the first time and his eyes rolled in the back of his head, completely overwhelmed by the scent of my arousal. I gripped his hair tighter and I rolled my hips again, panting his name and cursing myself for not being able to keep my hands still. 

It was difficult to settle down, especially because Spencer’s tongue delved inside of me and started to stimulate me in any way he could. He was messy, he was vocal, he was devouring me like a starved man. 

With his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips, Spencer drove his face between my thighs and flicked his tongue over my clit before darting it between my folds. My fingers tightened their grip on his hair as I moaned loudly, rolling my hips against his face. 

Spencer kept my legs wide open, pressing me down onto the mattress.

“Fuck, baby, you’re.. Please, don’t stop.”

Spencer hummed against me with his tongue swirling over my clit, gently prodding at my entrance with his fingers. I was getting impatient and closer to the peak of my desire as flashes of heat ran up to my cheeks. 

“My clit, Spencer.. suck it.”

Just like the best student, Spencer obeyed my words and wrapped his perfect lips around the bundle of nerves. Sucking gently on my clit, I gasped for air and my fingers immediately grasped his hair to tug on it.

Spencer made a pleased little noise, humming against me and moving his tongue along with my hips. I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs and I knew his face was drenched, but I didn’t care - he wanted to do this, he had to accept the consequences. 

And Spencer seemed quite eager to taste me, to feel me, to drown in the desire I felt for him and expressed through my moans and his praise. 

“So fucking good, baby.” - I moaned again, withering underneath him - “I’m close.”

My nails were scraping the soft skin of his shoulders as Spencer kept his relentless ministrations on me, following my order. Exploring my wetness with his tongue, Spencer pushes my hips against his face in order to taste every drop of my desire as a chorus of moans echoes in his bedroom. 

I felt myself floating above air, closer and closer to that explosion of pleasure that was about to snap within my body. Spencer didn’t need my directions any longer, because his research was more than enough. 

Holding me down with one arm, Spencer swirled his tongue over my clit as I tensed under his undivided attention. The sound he made reverberated through my body as I arched my back, completely lost in the pleasure he was bringing me. 

Electric shocks ran through me.

“C-Coming.”

Spencer opened his eyes and I looked down at him, smiling softly when he winked as he sucked on my clit. His fingers kept prodding at my entrance, giving me that little push I needed to finally reach my peak. 

Spencer lost himself in my wetness, in the warmth of my body, in the sight I gave him as I fell apart on his tongue.

“Yes, fuck!”

Bucking my hips against his face, Spencer held me down as he devoured me with eagerness. His tongue delved deep inside of me, tasting everything I could give him as I tried to breathe steadily, collapsing back on the bed.

My thighs were shaking as drops of sweat beaded my forehead. 

But Spencer didn’t pull away, too lost in his pleasure to realise that I was observing him. Rocking his hips against the mattress, Spencer moaned as his tongue worked all around me, focusing on my clit again. 

And a few seconds later, he shuddered. 

And he stopped, panting against me and leaning his head on my inner thigh. His fingers left my panties as they covered me again, completely soaked in his spit and my arousal. His hot breath hit my skin.

“Spencer?”

He didn’t look at me. “Y-Yes?”

My mind was hazy, but I was lucid enough to sit up. With my legs slightly opened, I crooked my finger. 

“Look at me, baby.” - I said, my voice shaking - “Let me look at you.”

Spencer didn’t obey at first. It took a few seconds for him to lift his eyes from the mess between my legs up to my face.

He was clearly embarrassed, but I didn’t know why. He was incredibly good for his first time, so why was he nervous? 

“Y-Yes, princess?”

My eyes stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then they travelled down until they spotted that small, wet spot between his legs. My chest swelled with pride at the sight, because that’s exactly what I knew was going to happen. 

“Did you come while eating me out?” I asked 

Spencer released a nervous chuckle, looking away. “I, uh…”

I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing them back. “You did?”

He didn’t answer me, shrugging. 

“That’s so fucking hot, baby.” - I whispered, bringing both my hands behind his neck - “Can’t believe you got all worked up because you were eating my pussy.”

Spencer’s cheeks were as red as his tie, now stained with my arousal. His blankets were a mess, just like his hair - completely ruined by my fingers pulling it and twisting it as he gave me all the pleasure he could.

“D-Did I do.. good?”

I widened my eyes, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks. “Good? You were incredible, baby. You made me come so hard.”

His lips twitched into a kind smile. “I did?”

“Yes! You were so good to me, baby. My sweet boy.” - I cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss over his wet lips - “Did you like it, baby? Did you have fun?”

Spencer chuckled, shrugging. “I think it’s obvious I enjoyed it.”

I shuffled closer to him, watching my boyfriend as he opened his arms. “I’m glad you liked it, baby. You were so good.”

“I’m a quick study, huh?”

“Cocky.” - I kissed his cheek, nudging my nose against it - “Next time you plan on researching something, let’s do it together. So you can practice as soon as you finish reading it.”

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[spencers-goodgirl]

Jamais

title: Never

Summary: Reader has never had an orgasm. Spencer plans on changing that

Category: Smut

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: talk of orgasms, fear of a breakup, crying, kissing, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex

"Never?!"

My genius boyfriend stares at me in shock and I can't help but get nervous. I didn’t want it to be a big deal but we had been dating for a couple months so it only felt right to tell him. But maybe I shouldn’t have.

"Well my other boyfriends were never....great and I didn't know if it was like rude to say something so I just....didn't?"

"So let me get this straight: you've never had an orgasm?" His tone has shifted to a mixture of concern and pity which makes me frown in self consciousness.

"I-I guess not?" I twist the rings around my fingers and refuse to look at him. Spencer gently places two fingers below my chin, tilting my face to look up at him.

"Hey...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that. Statistically it actually makes sense! Up to 15% of women have never had an orgasm and 20 to 30 percent of women don't orgasm through intercourse. It's not a big deal." He smiles softly and I return it.

"It's okay Spence, it is kind of surprising. But I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“That’s not something you ever had to tell me. But I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me that.” He gently kisses me and I smile.

“I should probably go home and get ready for dinner. Wouldn’t want to make us late for our reservations right?” I start to get up off his couch but he stops me.

“Actually...I have some files and stuff that I should probably get done. You think we could take a rain check?” I feel my stomach starting to twist into knots of anxiety. Was he cancelling because he wants to break up with me?

“Y-yeah! That’s fine!!” I smile, lying through my teeth. Whether or not he catches it is unclear because he lets me go, kissing me on the cheek before I get up.

The second I get in my car, tears start to fall. I hadn’t realized my lack of experience was so...bad. That it was something to be ashamed of. Sure, I was a little embarrassed by it but I figured Spencer wouldn’t care.

But maybe I was wrong.

‘Message from Spencer: Hey, are you free for dinner tonight?’ I stare at the text for far too long, the seconds ticking by. I want to answer, to say yes and see him. But I was worried. Was this a break up dinner? A ‘I think we’re just too different’ dinner? What was going to happen?

‘I am! No case tonight?’ I stare at the message for far too long, playing around with emojis and exclamation marks before just sending it

‘Not tonight. I’ll pick you up at 7? Dress fancy.’ Fancy? Are break up dinners normally at fancy restaurants? Maybe he was going to do it after dinner. That way the nice food softens the blow of a broken heart.

I knew I never should have gone out with someone so smart.

“God...you look gorgeous.” Spencer smiles at me as I open the door, clad in a pretty baby pink dress. He hands me some roses, making my heart leap. He was too sweet.

I mean not that sweet since he was dumping me for never having an orgasm but still sweet.

“Thank you! I’ll put these in some water and we can head out?” He nods, stepping into my apartment while I dig around for a vase.

“I always forget how cute your apartment is.” He smiles as he walks around. I watch him, wondering what he’s really thinking. Maybe he actually hated it. His job depended on his ability to lie so...who’s to say he was telling the truth? Had he ever been telling the truth?

“Ready to go?” He asks, offering his hand to me. I nod and take it, following him out the door. Every step taking me closer to heartbreak.

“What are you thinking to order babe?” Spencer skims the menu, glancing up at me. I stare at the options, overthinking every choice.

I could order something super expensive, as payback for breaking up with me.

I could order something cheap and make him feel bad for breaking up with such a perfect girlfriend.

Or I could order something normal because no matter what kind of food I order at this stupidly fancy restaurant, he was going to break up with me no matter what. I might as well get a decent meal out of it.

“I was thinking the prawn pasta? It sounds really good.” He nods, waving the waiter over and ordering two prawn pastas.

“I’m sorry I had to cancel before. I just really don’t like falling behind on my work.” He apologizes. I nod slowly, trying to study his body language.

“It’s totally fine Spencer. You don’t have to apologize for having a job.” I smile softly and he grins. It’s a beautiful sight.

“Well I’m still sorry. I hope tonight makes up for it.”

“Pasta will make anything better.” I grin as the waiter brings over our food, immediately digging in.

“God this is good.” Spencer moans softly and I nod.

“Agreed. You have really good taste in restaurants.” I sip my water, Spencer smiling at me. I hate the way butterflies dance in my chest everytime he looks at me like that. But he was just so perfect. How could I not love him?

“I think it was just your great taste in pasta dishes.” We laugh together, and I smile even wider.

The rest of dinner goes similarly. I almost forget he’s about to break up with me.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” I mumble as Spencer fumbles with his key to his apartment. He turns to smile at me, before opening the door and gesturing me in.

Inside, there are what seem to be hundreds of small fake candles, lighting a pathway lined with rose petals. My brain malfunctions for a second, before coming to the conclusion that he was NOT breaking up with me. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a ring.

“So...this path of rose petals leads two ways. We could curl up on the couch and watch a movie or...we can head to the bedroom.” He takes my hands in his, smiling warmly at me. When I come up with an idea of why this is happening, my brain freezes once more.

“W-wait. You did all this...because I’ve never had an orgasm?” I frown in confusion, even more when he softly chuckles.

“Well yes and no. I did all this because you telling me that made me realize that no one has ever gone all out for you. And you deserve that. So, if you’ll have me, I would like permission to go all out for you.” He smiles at me, stepping closer. Our chests are pressed together and I swear I can feel his heart beating.

“Yes.” I whisper. That’s all it takes for him to grab my face, kissing me passionately. I melt into it, feeling incredible already. He walks me backwards, carefully so as to make sure I don’t get hurt.

We fall onto his bed, still kissing. Our bodies intertwine so much I can’t tell where I end and he begins. But that’s exactly how I want it to be.

“You look...so incredible tonight.” Spencer pulls away for a second, his thumb stroking my cheek. I smile at him, leaning up to kiss him gently.

“Think you could help me out of this dress?”

“With pleasure.” He moves at lightning pace, making me giggle at his eagerness. He groans at the sight of me when he finally gets it off, kissing me desperately.

“Can I taste you?” He whispers against my lips. I nod, anxiety starting to build in my stomach. What if he couldn’t make me cum? What if I was just broken?

“Y-yeah. Go for it.” I force a smile and he pauses, studying me.

“I don’t have to. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He smiles softly, squeezing my hand. God he was just too sweet.

“No I want to. Trust me I do. I’m just...nervous? I don’t want you to f-freak out or get mad if you can’t make me cum.” I’m unable to look him in the eyes as I admit this, feeling so self-conscious.

“Hey,” He tilts my head up, “I won’t freak out. Or get mad. I just wanna make you feel good. That’s all that matters. Feeling good and being comfortable. Are you okay?” He kisses my forehead and I smile, nodding.

“Yeah. I’m okay. You can keep going...” He grins as he starts kissing down my body, undoing my bra along the way. He doesn’t spend too long groping at my boobs, clearly eager to eat me out. He pulls off my panties slowly and I whine in impatience.

“Just relax sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He parts my legs, kissing my inner thighs. My hips jolt slightly at the contact, making him chuckle.

“You’ve so beautiful.” He whispers, gently kissing my clit. I can only grip the sheets in response. Luckily, he doesn’t mind. Spencer runs his tongue through my folds slowly. I instantly try to squirm but he keeps me firmly in place.

“Fuck!” I moan as he starts moving faster, his tongue circling my clit like crazy. He hums happily at my response. Meanwhile, I start to feel a knot in my stomach building. I don’t know what it is, but I feel incredible.

“God! Right there!” My hands grip his hair, pushing him closer to me. I can feel him smirk, moving his tongue faster. I start to feel even better, my body getting close to something. With one strong flick of my clit, I get hit with a wave of euphoria. I moan so loud I practically scream, gripping Spencer’s curls far too tight. I feel him moan against me, slowing down to work me through this.

“What-what was that?” I’m gasping for breath as I start to calm down. Spencer smirks, climbing back up my body to kiss me gently.

“That...was an orgasm.” Pride shines in his eyes, making me giggle.

“That was incredible...can I have another one?” He chuckles, kissing me softly once more.

“Of course you can. Can have as many as you want. Is it okay if I fuck you?” He asks, running his fingers up and down my sides.

“Yeah! I-I’m clean and on the pill so...you don’t have to wear a condom.” I smile, the pleasure I had just felt making me feel like I was floating.

“Good to know.” He remarks as he pulls away to get undressed. I watch, grinning to myself at how beautiful he is.

“What’s got you all smiley?” He smirks as he settles between my legs, rock hard cock so close to my core.

“You’re just...so pretty.” I whisper, pulling him closer to kiss him softly. He smiles into it, arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close.

“Thank you baby.” He slowly pushes his cock in, making me moan into his mouth. The stretch feels different, but so good. I pull him closer, trying to get him deeper. Like he can read my mind, he keeps going. Soon enough, he’s fully sheathed inside me. I feel so full I can hardly think.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” He whispers into my skin. I shake my head, gently rolling my hips against his.

“The opposite actually. You can move now.” With that, he starts to slowly fuck into me.

The feeling is so incredible I never want it to stop. I had never realized sex could be this intimate. He pulls me even closer, lips pressed against my skin.

“Oh my god!” I gasp as his cock hits a spot inside me that sends a wave of pleasure through my body. He smiles, hitting it over and over again.

“God you’re just...addictive.” He mumbles, eyes filled with pleasure. His hand slips down to rub at my clit, making me choke on my breath.

“Y-you’re just saying that.” I whisper. He smiles like he knows something I don’t.

“I’m not. I am hopelessly addicted to you. And I never wanna let you go.” As if to prove his point, he slams into me a little harder. My orgasm rips through me before I can even process it. Somehow, it feels even better than the first time. I hear him groan and then feel him cum inside me. It feels me with a warm feeling, and I’m convinced I’ve never been happier.

“Fuck...” He collapses on top of me, panting and still buried inside me. I hum, running my hand up and down his back, already starting to feel sleepy.

“That was...amazing.” I mumble through a yawn. Spencer chuckles, pulling out and laying beside me.

“It really was...thank you for that.”

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?” I ask as I cuddle up to him. He hugs me, kissing the top of my head.

“No. I just...I really like you. And this was amazing. So I wanted to thank you.” I tilt my head to see him smiling at me. A real, love filled smile.

“I really like you too.” He smiles even wider, kissing me softly.

“That’s good to know. Now, get some sleep okay? We can talk more in the morning.” I hum, laying down on his chest and drifting off.

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[spencers-goodgirl]

Andie knocked this one out of the park! Thanks so much for writing this for me!

Finer Arts* | S.R.

Anon Request (also by @spencers-dria!) Summary: Reader is in desperate need of extra credit. She finds it in modeling nude for a drawing class. A/N: One of my favorite one shots I go back and reread is 'Art in Motion' written by @/TotalFanFreak on AO3. This one is SFW if that is more up your alley. What can I say? I am a sucker for the smut (sometimes!) Beta Readers: @cupcake525 & @hotchandspencearedilfs Couple: Dr. Spencer Reid x Virgin!Fem!Reader Category: Awkward Fluff. SMUT (NSFW 18+) Content Warning: Flirting. Reader is Nude. Cursing. Mutual Pining. Mutual Crushing. Reader feels Insecure. Sexual Banter. Drinking. Kissing. Fingering. One Night Stand. Strangers to Lovers. Virgin!Reader. Handjob. Oral Sex (Both Receiving). Unprotected Sex. Penetrative Sex. Spencer remains clothed. Love Confessions. Word Count: 8.6k

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"You seem to be doing well in your workshops, Y/N," Dr. Price, my advisor, complimented me while we sat in his office for the second time this week. "I also see that you're in need of one final extra curricular to satisfy graduation requirements."

There it is. The real reason I'm sitting here on a Friday morning, with just three weeks to go until the big day. I slumped further in the crappy chair that always sits across from his desk. "Look, Dr. Price, I've exhausted all my normal options, I know, with spoken word, with judging speech tournaments---"

"Have you tried anything outside of poetry, or writing for that matter?"

I froze. I hadn't. That wasn't even remotely in the realm of possibilities as far as I was concerned.

"No .. no, I haven't." Dr. Price closed my academic folder in front of him and interlaced his fingers as he leaned forward towards me.

"Now, Y/N, I have a colleague over in the drawing department who is short one model."

"I'm sorry, a model?" I shook my head the second the thought hit my brain.

"Yes, Y/N, a model. She's actually short a nude model for her Visual Art 4200 class."

A four-thousand level class. That roughly translated to students who were most likely juniors and seniors, like myself. Students that have been drawing for years ... and they'd be-- they'd honestly be okay with a ... a new model?

"What would I be required to do?" I wasn't expecting my mouth to disconnect from my brain, but that is exactly what happened. Sure enough, Dr. Price was giving me Professor Richt's information, telling me that she is a figure drawing instructor, and one of the advisors for that department as well.

"Great, well with that out of the way, I look forward to seeing you walk across that stage, Y/N." I thanked him and walked out of his office in a semi-panicky state.

What the hell did I just talk myself into?

Two days later, I was in the middle of trying to write my final poem for my undergrad career when my phone buzzed.

Me📲: Hel---hello?

Unknown Number📲: Hello, may I speak with Y/N Y/L/N, please?

Me📲: Speaking.

Unknown Number📲: Hello, Y/N, my name is Professor Andrea Richt, I'm the drawing instructor. Your advisor, Dr. Price informed me that you were interested in filling one of my modeling spots? Fuck. I wasn't expecting to be tracked down like this.

Me📲: Well, it's just---I need an extra curricular for graduation ...

Professor Richt📲: Y/N, if doing this will make you feel uncomfortable, I'm sure there are other options for you to consider and complete in time for graduation. I thought it over, quickly. This isn't personal. It's a professional environment. They won't be looking at me as a sex object so much as just a live human with average looking human features. Y/N? Are you still there? Shit.

Me📲: Oh, yeah, I'll um, I can do it.

Professor Richt📲: Great! Let me jot down your email here and I shall send you all the information you'll need to know before class on Sunday.

Me📲: Sunday?

Professor Richt📲: Yes. Most of my students are in the 25 - 40 age group. Will that be a problem? I rubbed my fingers together, trying hard not to back out now. I can do this, I muttered under my breath to myself as I pressed on.

Me📲: Yea--No. Not a problem, Professor Richt. Monday sounds perfect.

Professor Richt📲: Excellent. I shall see you then, goodbye Y/N.

As I hung up, tossing my phone down next to me, I felt an all-too-familiar chill go down my spine, something bad was going to happen come Sunday ... I just know it.

-

Sunday came faster than I was prepared for. I had received Professor Richt's email shortly after talking with her, reading over it meticulously. I was expected to be nude, so I packed my silk robe in my backpack, along with my poetry notebook, in case I had some downtime to spare.

The class was located in the same building I'd grown familiar with over the years: the Weber Fine Arts building. Normally I would find myself on the third floor, but this time I was standing in front of a door on the fourth floor. I took in a deep breath, then just before I managed to place my hand on the door handle, I heard a voice call out.

"Wait!"

I fumbled with the handle, making a slight shrieking noise as the source of the intruding voice approached me. It belonged to a rather handsome man with adorably curly hair and a distinctively defined jawline. We both remained at the door, so I awkwardly gestured for him to go first. "Oh, please, after you," the strange man insisted, gripping the door above me. I felt my cheeks flush as I wordlessly nodded, walking in front of him as I heard his footsteps follow me, the door shutting behind us. "First day in this class?"

"Excuse me?' I felt instantly flustered, swallowing down a gulp as I raised my eyes up slowly to meet his. My god, they're beautiful. I found myself simply stunned by how attractive he looked, now that I was seeing him under better lighting.

"Well, it's the end of the semester," he reasoned, and I wondered how the truth hadn't crossed his mind yet. "Are you auditing?" I felt a suppressed giggle rupture from my lips, causing the gorgeous man beside me to crack an insanely hot smile. I shook my head, opening my mouth to tell him when I noticed Professor Richt walk in.

"Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Professor Richt," the class said in unison.

"Well, today I have a special treat for you," she said, ushering me over to her desk. "I'm pleased to introduce Ms. Y/N Y/L/N. She is a poetry student from the Writers' Workshop, who is here today to fulfill an extracurricular for graduation."

A few 'welcome's were heard, as well as some hard-to-hear whisper conversations amongst the students. I gripped my backpack a little tighter.

"Now," Professor Richt said, eyeing me. "Why don't you go change while the class sets up their easels?" I nodded, having eyed the restroom in the corner as I walked in.

Once inside, I took my time to shed my t-shirt, jeans, bra, and underwear; leaving me to stand in front of the mirror, nude. I took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I bent down to shove my clothes into my bag, leaving out my silk robe to drape over myself.

I emerged from the restroom, taking in the other students setting up their stations, my eyes quickly landing on the man who had stopped me at the door earlier. I watched him gulp, his eyes widening as I took to my perch on the velvet backless loveseat sat in the middle of the room. I took in a deep breath as I let the fabric of my robe fall off my shoulders, silently grateful that I was set to face away from the alluring man, leaving only my back exposed in his direction.

Professor Richt had announced to her class that they could begin drawing the second my robe touched the cool tiles of the floor. As I listened to the familiar sounds of pencils scraping paper, I soon learned that artistic strokes were far different than that of mine when I'm focused on writing out letters that form words as opposed to lines that form...figures.

In this case, my figure in particular.

Over the next fifty-some minutes, I allowed myself to relax little by little, occasionally closing my eyes until someone pipes up from their seat to politely ask if I could open them, or turn my face here and there. By the end when Professor Richt called time and everyone dropped their pencils. I felt relieved, just laying there on the soft velvet, no longer caring that I was still naked. Soon, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

"Um, you--you uhh," the kind man from the beginning of class visibly gulped. "Class is over, you can uhh, the restroom is----"

"Thank you," I cut him off, realizing a little too late that I had come off as rude. I watched him grip his satchel tight, turning on his heel and out the door before I could remove myself from the couch. I tried not to let the interaction get to me as I redressed myself, making my way to my car, wanting nothing more than to drown my feelings in a glass (or three) of wine.

-

I found myself volunteering to pose nude for Professor Richt's class again the following week. Apparently, the majority of her class had the choice to vote on who the model should be for their final masterpiece. Somehow ... I won.

"You have an air of innocence about you, dear," the professor murmured to me after I emerged from the restroom in nothing but my robe.

"What do you mean?" She simply lowered her planner, her eyes piercing mine through her glasses.

"Most women that come to model have ... more experience." I had a feeling that she knew, but I still hoped she was strictly referring to my 'experience' in being a nude model, nothing more. "You--your eyes certainly give you away," Professor Richt put her planner down as more students shuffled inside to their respective stations.

"I want you to try something," she pleaded so I nodded. "Good. Find a face. Pick any face you can see out there ... and keep eye contact for as long as possible." I whispered 'okay,' as I felt her hand rest carefully on my shoulder. "Just one, Y/N. Give in to the intimacy you should feel, let that feeling dictate your posture for the entirety of the class."

I nodded again, my mind swirling around, unsure of my newfound task. Find someone. Give in to the intimacy. I let my robe fall, only feeling slightly nervous, moreso regarding my task than the fact that I am naked in front of over twenty-plus strangers who only know me by name.

I let my eyes wander the room, hearing the sounds of lead hitting canvases, bringing my breathing to the forefront of my mind. When my eyes caught his, I felt myself visibly gulp, instantly looking anywhere else in the room. I wanted to melt into the velvet fabric, forever stuck inside my own insecurities. I needed to relax, to breathe.

Slowly, I shifted my gaze back to the moppy-haired student. His eyes were laser-focused on his canvas, the easel shifting slightly here and there as his pencil glided over with every purposeful stroke.

Knowing that for the time being, he wasn't focusing his mesmerizing gaze on me, I allowed myself to remain as I was; naked in every sense of the word while I desperately wished for the intimacy Professor Richt spoke of. I imagined a pair of strong hands -- ones that had individual veins as visible as can be -- pinning me down at my hips; soft whispers fanning my ear just before a pair of lips sucked intently on my cartilage, his tongue licking off every inch inside.

My brain fizzled as my eyes refocused on the man I couldn't seem to tear them away from. His hair was more tousled today, like he'd been having trouble sleeping.

When our eyes met, I saw something I hadn't seen in all my twenty-some years of life.

The gorgeous man was staring back at me, his hand still with his pencil frozen on his canvas, I could only feel his eyes burning into mine with what I had to assume was lust. His tongue poked out as his wrist moved slowly. I found myself leaning forward from my perch on the velvet chair, wanting to chase it back in his mouth with my own. It wasn't until I felt the soft fabric under my palm that I broke eye contact, trying to regain my surroundings. I was still very naked and now, more than ever, feeling more vulnerable than before.

"Alright class, pencils down for today," Professor Richt's voice broke through the deafening silence I was still unsure I wanted to escape from. I let out an exasperated sigh, leaning down to grab my robe off the floor before hiding away in the restroom until the coast is clear.

I made sure to get dressed slowly, taking my time to put on my undergarments, then my shirt and jeans. After I finished lacing my sneakers, I grabbed my bag and hesitantly gripped the doorknob, turning it just enough to crack the door open.

Empty. The room appeared empty.

"Hey--" an unfamiliar voice startled me, much like my first day when that devilishly handsome stranger had called out to grab my attention. This time, the person this voice belonged to was a younger man, much closer to my age, bleach blonde hair cut in a rather unique style, with torn clothes and bracelets galore over both his wrists. He had on skater shoes, but no skateboard was in sight. I gripped the first things my hands could come in contact with, that just so happened to be Professor Richt's desk.

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled, hoping that maybe this guy was looking for somebody else--anybody else. "I--I'm just on my way to another class---"

"Oh," was all the cute boy said. "I just figured...with graduation being this weekend, well--would you wanna go out?" I knew what he was implying, but I felt the sudden need to play dumb.

"Go out where?"

The obvious confusement on his face said it all. I just wanted to run straight to my shitty car, back to my shitty apartment where I can enact my evening ritual of watching a pointless rom-com, drinking cheap wine and eating ice cream.

"Out .... like on a date?"

Silence.

"....With me?"

More silence.

"I--I'm sorry, you seem like a decent guy and all, it's just----" My head instantly began filling up with snapshots and overwhelming feelings, all surrounding the eccentric wonder of a man I have yet to learn the name of. "---I have a boyfriend." From where I was standing, or really, leaning, it looked like the both of us couldn't believe the words that just flew out of my mouth.

"Boyfriend?" he questioned, letting out a hard sigh. "Fuck, I was told by one of your friends that last they heard, you were definitely single." I scoffed, already curious as to who this supposed 'friend' could be, as I only really talk with my roommates, and they never stick around long enough to know what my relationship status is.

"Sorry you heard wrong--actually, I'm supposed to meet up with him now," I explained hurriedly, hoping he'd catch my drift. Evidently, he didn't, 'cause the boy still managed to ask me out again as if he didn't hear me the first time.

"So...when should I pick you up?" I groaned, not even bothering to hide my frustration.

"Oh, you can pick me up at half-past never."

With that, I walked out the door and straight to my car like I had initially planned. Graduation could not come soon enough.

-

I blinked away the two hours it took for me to finally take my turn walking across the stage to receive my leather folder that my well-earned degree will soon be displayed in.

I was certain I would eventually see the man I've recently accepted as the subject of my infatuation, but to my disappointment, I never saw him. Not once.

Now, it's Friday night and I'm dragging my heels to a small bar that is only slightly over packed with other college students no doubt celebrating their graduation as well. I shook my head as I followed my roommates inside, finding the bar in no time, taking one of the last remaining stools while ordering my first drink of the night.

The second the bartender handed me my Long Island Iced Tea, I sipped it sparingly, already shaking my head at the fact that I'd been ditched.

"Hi, Y/N," a very familiar voice said once the crowd had died down a little. I turned his way to make sure my ears weren't playing a cruel joke on me.

"Oh, hey, it's ... you." The smile on his face seems so genuine to me that I almost forgot he's here .... talking to me. The glorious man simply sat there next to me, chuckling lightly.

"I have a name, you know." I paused mid-sip, eyeing him from my peripherals. He's right. I'm sure he does, in fact, have a name -- one I'm apparently still not privy to.

Being as coy as I could manage, I finished sipping my drink, turning towards him a little more. "I assume you do, but I don't know it." For a second, I thought he was going to give me his name and end this arousing conversation. When the man remained silent, I continued my train of thought. "Besides, nicknames are better."

I watched him swirl his drink around, whiskey I'm assuming, as he leaned forward a little towards me. "Oh?" He let a hand settle on the bar next to mine, careful not to touch just yet. "Then, what's mine?"

Fuck. I had many nicknames for him ever since that fateful day when he hollered at me to hold the door. So many, in fact, that in that moment, it was hard to settle on just one. I had also just taken a sip when he chose to ask me his question.

I sputtered a little, hoping the pristine man next to me hadn't bothered to notice. With a seemingly sultry voice, I bent his way, beckoning him closer with a curl of my index finger.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

The man only shook his head, giving me a dopey smile as he propped his elbow on the bar, his cheek nestled into the palm of his hand. "I would. That's why I asked." The way he simply stared up at me with his eyes wide as can be, I felt my breath catch in my throat. I quickly downed the rest of my iced tea, clearing my throat to return the banter.

"Well, it came to me during class the other day," I taunted, trailing a single fingernail along his jaw, surprised when he didn't flinch or give me any indication he wasn't okay with it. I continued down his neck, enjoying the way his skin reacted to my touch.

By the time I'd dragged it further down his chest, ending on one of this thighs, I glanced back up at him, feeling the confidence boost from the buzz I was hoping to feel since I took a sip of my first drink. "While I was getting hopelessly lost in your eyes." Suddenly, I felt as if I went too far, noticing how he moved an inch or two away from me.

"Hmm... I could just as easily get lost in yours, too," the man murmured, taking a swig of his drink, most likely whiskey from what I could tell. Honestly, I thought he'd question my age, however, Professor Richt did mention I was only modeling for credit towards graduation. Surely, that informed him I was at least twenty-one. Guessing that he was a good few years older than me, I'd wager he was in his early to mid-thirties.

Giggling, I took another sip of my drink, deciding to lean in closer, hoping he wouldn't back away. This time, he remained still. "Still wanna know?" I asked, internally trying to come up with the most ridiculous nickname I could think of to call a guy.

I watched as he glanced away from me, yet maintaining the closeness I longed for.

"Y-yes."

"In that case, my nickname for you is...." I trailed off for dramatic effect, a decision his beautiful face told me might not have been my best move. As the impeding laughter threatened to explode from my mouth, I squealed a little as I confessed, "Silly Billy!"

I let my inner child out as I laid my head on the bar, giggling uncontrollably while his bubbling laughter joined in, making a pleasant symphony of serotonin.

"Oh, wow, you uhh, you really had me there," he confessed, glancing back towards a table near the door where I counted six, now-- seven other people sitting down, having a good time. A few of them, though, were staring in our general direction.

"I know," I whispered, feeling slightly guilty that I didn't share his actual nickname to him, as well as not asking--no, begging for his real name. Within seconds, he was out of his seat, gesturing to the very same table, scratching nervously at the back of his neck while all I could manage was a frowning pout.

"I--I should be getting back to my t--" he cut himself off, giving me a small smile, "..friends." I got an inkling feeling that maybe the man I was hopelessly attracted to, possibly liked me, too, and now-- he probably thinks I've friend-zoned him, or something.

"Oh," I said, meekly, choosing to grab his arm as he was making his exit from me. "Wait--I," I cleared my throat, attempting to muster up the confidence I once had from my Long Island Iced Tea. "I really do have a nickname for you, honest," I promised.

He halted on his own, removing my hand from his arm as he then crossed both across his chest, tapping one of his converse clad feet against the floor of the bar, waiting to hear me speak again.

"It's, um, it's Mr. Perfectly Fine," I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. When I gathered up the nerve to see what his face would tell me, he was just.... gone.

Even the table once filled with his friends was now empty.

-

It was Graduation Day. Luckily, I strongly advised myself to steer clear of the bar until after I'd walked across the large podium, accepting my fancy folder to eventually put my degree in about a month later when it's expected to arrive in the mail.

As I made my way back down, I couldn't help but scan the audience, as packed as it was, for any sign of the mysterious man. I pretty much figured he'd be here, too. Being a student in that class must make him at least a senior, right? Hmmmm.... maybe he's short on his credits and can't graduate until winter.

I took my seat as the chancellor continued to call out more respective names and degrees, I picked at the hem of my gown, trying to avoid doing too much damage as it was a rental.

When the ceremony was over and we all tossed our caps in the air, a voice startled me more than I cared to admit. "..Y/N?" I spun around, no longer caring where my cap landed. It would've just collected dust in my closet for years to come.

"Oh..Hi, it's...you, again," I stuttered out nervously, glancing down at the man's feet, wondering why he wasn't also dressed in a graduation gown. He appeared to be well-dressed in a suit sans the jacket, with a colorful tie and the first two buttons of his collared shirt undone. It was a particularly alluring look on him.

"Yeah, um, you don't know my name, do you?" Stunned by his blunt question, I simply nodded, hoping he'd continue by actually telling me what his name is. He chuckled at the hopeful look in my eyes as he moved to grab something from one of his pockets.

"Let me formally introduce myself, then, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid... of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit." He held out what looked like a badge with his name next to a picture of himself that appeared fairly dated.

But boy, did he still look adorable.

"Nice to officially meet you, Dr. Reid----"

"Please, I'd like it more if you called me Spencer," he said with a smile, placing his badge back from where he got it. Now that I knew his name, I let the question on the tip of my tongue free with a questionable gaze.

"Okay, Spencer, may I ask why you're not wearing a gown like me?" He glanced away from me, looking rather sheepish as he blushed slightly.

"Oh, I was just taking Dr. Richt's class for...fun? I already hold three PHds, as well as two bachelor's degrees." Spencer sounded like he was unsure if he should be telling me these facts about himself.

"Wow," I breathed, letting a smile creep across my lips. "So, um, the drawing class--you just do that for fun?"

"Yeah, well-- my job, it, well, it helps me unwind my mind, so to speak," he fumbled, reaching his neck with his fingers, roughly scratching at the hair he had just past his ears. "Actually, I came here to, um, ask you something." I watched him fiddle with his satchel that he usually carried around with him after class.

"Oh, well, um-- ask away," I gestured, wondering what his pending question could possibly be.

"Can I take you out to dinner?" Spencer asked, nervously wringing his fingers together near his satchel. "Like on a date?" Fuck, why can't I breathe?

"You.. I'm sorry, you're really asking me out? Like-- you like me?" I hated that I sounded so much like a girl who's barely interacted with a boy before. Scratch that--- truth is, I've never once interacted with a man like this before.

"Is that really so hard to believe?" his question came out with a tinge of deprecation.

"Yes, fuck, you-- you're gorgeous, you know that?" The beautiful man simply chuckled while rolling on the balls of his converse-clad feet.

"I may have been told that on occasion, but, well-- I'm here asking you out because I find you rather breathtaking... and not just because I've.. seen all of you already." I faltered at his confession.

"Oh-- um, well, shit-- yes, yes, I'd like to go out with you," I stammered, feeling my heart forcibly pry itself from my ribcage just to be held in his hands.

"You do?" Spencer questioned my choice, blinking slowly down at me. I nodded, giggly a little as I reached up to give him a peck on his cheek.

"I would love to, Spencer."

I watched him nod, then walk away. It was only a few minutes later when I realized that we hadn't exchanged numbers. Shit.

After conversing with my friends about potentially hitting the bar later tonight, I find the handsome doctor leaning against the hood of my car.

"You realized I never gave you my number, huh?" I teased as I popped my trunk to toss my cap and tassel inside. The man nodded, a small smile forming along his cupid's bow.

"Yes, that-- and.. I was actually hoping you'd let me take you out to dinner... now."

I glanced down at my outfit choice from this morning. Thank fuck I opted not to wear heels.

"Now? Where would we go?" I looked up at him with pure curiosity.

"I know just the place," Spencer smirked, opening my door for me before helping himself into the passenger seat of my car.

-

Dinner was seemingly great, though I admit I felt far more frustrated sitting across from Spencer than I did next to him at the bar that night. His eyes never left mine as we ordered our food, discussed how I managed to pose nude for his drawing class, our plans after graduation; that's when the conversation took a turn.

"You're moving to New York?" I winced a little, though his tone was anything but harsh. In fact, he almost sounded.. envious.

"Well, yeah," I shrugged. "I've always wanted to write for a gossip column and I've researched that the best place for that is in New York."

While I'd really love to write for TV shows and movies, I knew that reality was still out of reach for me, and beggars can't be choosers.

"You ever thought of publishing the poetry you write?" I paused mid-bite as my jaw dropped.

"Ho-- how did you know I write poetry?" I never once talked about it in Professor Richt's class and I was promised she'd keep that information confidential.

"Your journal fell out of your bag after class one day..." Spencer looked guilty as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I promise, I only opened it to see who it belonged to.. and when I read your name, I-- I just knew it was yours, and I--- fuck, I've wanted to---" he stopped himself, and for the life of me, I want to know why.

"You wanted to...?" I asked, hoping to give him the subtle 'okay' I felt he needed to continue. Unfortunately, our date was interrupted.

"He's your boyfriend?" a nails-on-the-chalkboard voice rang in my ears as I looked up to see... Jake looming over our table. "Isn't he a little old for you?" I scoffed, not at all entertaining this bullshit any longer.

"No, Jake, Spencer's not too old for me, however, I hate to break it to you, but.. you are a little too young for me." Apparently, Jake did not appreciate my honesty.

"No, I'm not," the poor boy whined, clearly looking to sabotage my date.

That's when Spencer stepped in, much to both our surprises.

"Y/N's not my girlfriend, we're just.. enjoying each other's company."

I didn't want to admit how much it hurt to hear him say that, but I am grateful it managed to shut Jake up. If only for about five seconds.

"Then I guess you won't mind if I steal your date?" Fuck, he is way too goddamn insistent. Spencer lightly shook his head, his eyes catching mine with a hint of a fire I could only imagine would burn me whole if I just... let it.

"Actually, I do mind," Spencer piped up, tossing bills on the table, obviously foregoing dessert. Shame, really, I would've loved to see him suck some whipped cream off those delicate fingers. "See, I believe Y/N was just about to ask me if I'd like to join her back at her place, Y/N?"

I hate how this man had a peculiar way of rendering me speechless. This nonsense really had to stop.

"Uhh, yeah-- yes, let-- let's go," I stammered out, not even bothering to look Jake in the eyes as Spencer caught my hand, holding it inside his while we exited the restaurant.

I drove us back to my apartment, fully committed to the idea that my date wasn't kidding when he said he'd like to join me later. I had all the confidence in the world until the moment we got to my door, and all Spencer left me with was a chaste kiss on my cheek.

I was having none of that.

"What's the matter, Spencer?" I cooed, walking my fingers up his tie. "I thought you wanted to join me?" I tried to sound as seductive as possible, but I'm afraid, I only sounded more unsure of myself and I fumbled with my keys.

He bent down to brush his lips over my ear, making sure I heard him crystal clear.

"Before I follow you behind that door, I need you to know... this can only be a one-time thing. I-- my job, it's just-- I'm really not interested in anything more, right now."

I unlocked the door, twisting the knob with one hand while the other gripped his tie, yanking his lips to forcibly capture mine in a heated kiss-- one that left the two of us breathless.. and wanting so much more.

"One night only, I'm yours," I breathed out, already wishing his lips could touch every inch of my skin. As if that was all he needed for permission, Spencer pulled me in for another tantalizing kiss, bruising my lips so vigorously as we stumbled into my apartment.

"You bet that cute ass of yours, you're mine," he hissed as he bit down on my pulse point. I struggled to breathe as I locked my door, desperately trying to rid myself of the offending material that clung to every curve and roll of my body. "I know I've already had the privilege of seeing you naked, but now that I've got you all to myself-- I want to be the one to undress you."

Fuck, how can a girl say no to that?

I allowed him to trail his pretty fingers over the swell of my breasts, reaching down the hem of my blouse, loosening it... button after button, coming undone as he roamed over the sight of me as if it were the first time. Which, in a way, I guess it is.

"So beautiful, baby." he purred, reaching the floor on his knees, unzipping my jeans just before his lips tasted the heated skin around my belly button. I felt completely and utterly worshiped by this man, and it made me wonder how I ever felt so insecure in that classroom....

.... wait.

Spencer felt the sudden shift in my demeanor, halting his kissing as he leaned back up to look at me. Fuck, he's so goddamn perfect, it infuriates me.

"If you-- you know, we don't have to do anything, I can just-- I can... go," Spencer stammered as he moved to pick up my shirt off the floor.

"No, please? I--- I want this... I want you," I said without an ounce of hesitation in my voice. I moved to step out of my pants, leaving them discarded on the floor of my living room, along with my shoes. Spencer dropped my top the second I pushed him back on the couch with two fingers on his chest.

"I think.." I pondered as I let my fingertips trail over the fabric of his dress pants around the obvious bulge that I hoped was only for me. "I need to show you exactly how much I've been dreaming about this for weeks, now..." I let my voice trail off as I expertly freed him from his trousers, taking in the sight of his length now in the palm of my hand.

The second I let my lips come in contact with his cock, I felt his hands tangle in my hair, slowly leading me to take more of him in, careful not to choke me as best he could. Little did he know I'd welcome the action in a heartbeat.

"Fuck, Y/N-- your mouth feels fucking fantastic!" I heard Spencer moan as I felt the vibrations of his menstruations as I continued to suck on every vein I could lick and nip at. I hollowed out my cheeks when his thrusts became more frantic, grateful I had a plush rug to rest my knees on. Each time I grazed the edges of my teeth along his member, he'd tighten his hold of my hair just that much more, and it lit my entire being on fire.

"Mmhhmm, fuck-- baby, I'm--" I felt his release hit my tongue, savoring the taste as I swallowed all he gave me in that moment. I made sure to keep his clothes clean of our activities, although the minute I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, Spencer tangled his fingers with mine, pulling me up in a heated kiss and we stumbled towards my bedroom.

Spencer wastes no time pushing me gently onto the bed, following me as his lips tease mine while his fingers crawl around to unclip my bra off my back. I gasped at the sudden shuddering feeling only to be met with a pair of warm hands splayed across the exposed skin.

"Aahh-ahh, fuck, Spence!" I moaned in a wanton manner as he let his nose brush against the path that led him straight to the valley of my breasts. Over the lacy fabric, his tongue swiped over my already hardened tit, covering it whole with his luscious lips, sucking intensely on my skin, making me a whimpering mess at his command.

"Fuck, baby, I wanna make you scream my name," he breathed out, switching his attention to my other breast while his fingers worked the one his mouth had previously been on. What I wasn't prepared for, was the intense feeling of his fingers gently scratching down my stomach, ghosting over my panties before tearing them off, sticking two inside my throbbing cunt--- practically making my entire body beg for him in a way it never has for anyone before.

Spencer simply chuckled while I lay below him on the bed, my face flushed as he expertly curled each finger, one at a time, carefully maneuvering them over my clit to elicit the purest of moans from my lips.

"So... I assumed right-- you are a virgin."

It wasn't a question.

"Wh-- what?" I managed to breathe out mere seconds before I felt a familiar feeling of a pressure near where his fingers are, causing my head to fall back, my eyes to roll along with it--- my body shuddering slightly at his touch.

I just experienced my first orgasm at the hand-- no, fingers of a man and not my vibrator.

"I said.. you were a virgin," Spencer smiled wickedly at me as he leaned back, showing off the fact that he still had his entire wardrobe on. I watched him toe off his shoes, loosening his tie off the collar of his shirt, leaving a few of the top buttons undone, but having it remain on his slender frame.

"Guilty," I sighed. No sense in lying now. "You know, truthfully, I've always imagined my first time being with someone more experienced, someone I never planned on seeing ever again."

As I let my words hang in the air, I realized the weight of them against my heart as I watched Spencer's eyes find mine.

"Well," he cleared his throat, "if I'm never going to see you again... then I guess I just need to make absolutely sure you'll never forget me, huh, baby?" I moved my head to nod only to be met with his hands over my wrists, pushing me back on the bed, his tie easily wrapping around them until he made sure the knot was secure enough.

"I--- you---" I couldn't even get a coherent thought out before Spencer yanked on my thighs, dragging my pussy right up against his waiting mouth. My eyes involuntarily snapped shut at the overwhelming feeling of his tongue flicking against every sensitive area it could reach.

I wanted so badly to reach out and stroke his straining cock, reveling in the sight of seeing his precum glisten over the tip. He sucks harshly on cunt, no doubt regretting the choice to tie my hands up as I imagine he just loves having his hair pulled at times like this.

"Bet you wish you left my hands free," I moaned out as his teeth hit a particular spot. "Fuck!" I felt another orgasm ready to hit me in waves, but just before I felt my body shifting to fall off the edge, Spencer retreats from me entirely, letting me whimper, pathetically, beneath him as his eyes take in the sight of me.

Now, I was regretting not locking my legs around his neck.

"You're a brat, you know that?" he breathed out as he moved to line himself up with me. "I-- I'm clean, and well, I just---" he paused, his façade falling around us as his eyes dropped to meet mine in a silent plea.

To feel him inside me was more than I ever wanted right now.

"Please, Spencer, I need to feel you," I begged, parting my thighs a little more as an open invitation he'd done already R.S.V.P.'d to. I welcomed his lips back on mine, the taste of myself on his tongue keeping the embers alive within me. Just when I let my eyes flutter shut, awaiting the feeling of his tip against my heat----

--- that fucking gorgeous bastard flipped me over.

"I'm glad I haven't lost my touch with the element of surprise," he whispered against my ear. "I am a magician, after all." I let my body fall limp on the mattress, not even caring that Spencer gripped my ass firmly to pull me back toward him, his dick rubbing against my backside.

"I'm ready, pleasepleaseplease," I whimpered as I felt his tip penetrate my cunt.

"I promise to go nice and slow, baby," he moaned into my ear. I loved the way his right hand came up to grip my mouth, his fingers caught in my hair as he bent down to kiss me upside-down, his stubble grazing over my forehead.

As he nestled furthering inside me, I was surprised at how little pain I felt, grateful for the foreplay we endured earlier. "You okay?" Spencer checked in with me, his lips parting from mine long enough to hear my answer of "yes," before slamming his lips in a bruising manner against mine, moaning loudly into my mouth, his tongue dancing together with mine in perfect harmony.

"Fuck, I can't believe I get to be the only man to feel you this way," Spencer murmured as he picked up his pace, gripping near the crown of my head.

I felt a sharp object graze just over his cock, curious as to what it could be.

"I've only ever wanted it to be with you," I breathed out, wishing he'd kiss me like that again and never stop. His left hand maintained our balance on the bed together while his right hand left my neck in favor of my breasts, pinching my nub in between his fingers, occasionally using his nails.

When I heard an odd sound, that's when I remembered.

Spencer never took off his pants. That was his zipper the whole time.

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to come, can feel you--- so close," Spencer groaned against me, his lips roaming over my back, the lace of my camisole drenched in his spit from sucking on my skin beneath it.

"I know, please, I-- I want to feel you come with me."

Together, we felt our euphorias morph and melt within one another, feeling well spent against the fabric of my comforter. I gave him a dopey smile as he moved to pull out slowly, leaving me to go into the bathroom.

He reappeared with a damp cloth, gliding it over my skin, careful as he dragged it across my sensitive pussy, the sensation making me moan against my pillow.

I heard Spencer drop the cloth, his cock suddenly back at attention as he climbed into bed with me. Just as I was about ready to lean up and silently suggest a round two, Spencer carefully pressed his palm to my chest, leading me back onto the pillows, him situating himself behind me.

"I want you to do exactly as I say, got it, baby?" I nodded, unsure how my voice would sound if I were to try and use it to form words at this point. I was still reeling from my last orgasm, and I had an inkling that Spencer would leave me with, at least, one more.

He maneuvered my body so I was laying on his chest, a little to his side. I felt his hand snake around me, quickly and lazily fingering my pussy. I closed my eyes at the sensation, grateful he was keeping his pace rather methodical.

That was... until his other hand wrapped around the other side of me, his fingers finding my hardened nubs with ease, tweaking and playing with them as if I were a doll of his.

Glancing down, I caught sight of his dick just laying there untouched. I would certainly have to remedy that, I thought as I moved to grip him firmly, my fingers working him as best I could in the position we were in.

"Did I say you could touch me?" I froze, quickly retracting my hand away from him.

"Yo-- you never said what you wanted me to do..." I whimpered, his assault on my cunt slowing down significantly but never stopping.

"You're right.. I-- I want you to put your hand back on me," the second he gave me permission, my hand was back on his cock. "... and I want you to go only as fast or as slow as I am, okay?" I nodded, already working to match his rhythm.

"Easy, baby, nice and slow," Spencer whispered in my ear, his hand that was caressing my breast, now playing with the skin near my belly button. I can feel the tickling sensation, and while mixed with him toying around with my clit, too; I am feeling the pressure building, slowly but surely.

"I can't--- need you so bad, baby," I moaned, suddenly feeling his fingers leave my wet heat in favor of the warmth of my tongue, instead. I instinctively wrap my lips around his digits, swirling my tongue over every inch that had been dipped inside me.

"That's it, baby, such a dirty girl for me," Spencer growled, his fingers pulling out of my mouth, only to shove them back in my waiting pussy, another finger added in the mix. I felt tears stream down my cheeks and I winced and whimpered at the pleasure my body was convulsing. "There you go, come for me, baby," I heard Spencer say into my ear.

Only then, did I realize that I had neglected to work him in favor of feeling good.

"Here, please, let me make it up to you, baby," I propped myself up on all fours, crawling to Spencer as I straddled him with ease. "I know I just came, it-- it's all about you, baby," I breathed, sinking down on him as I massaged his balls while slowly bouncing on his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N--- I'm so close," Spencer whimpered, and the sound rang through my ears on repeat as I let my body pick up the pace, rolling my hips into his with every thrust I could muster. The moment I felt his cum drip down my thigh, I knew I could say without a shadow of a doubt that I was no longer a virgin after tonight.

This time when Spencer wiped me clean, we remained distant, only seeking each other's warmth under the covers to help aid each other in falling asleep. Spencer passed out first, leaving me to gently brush a curl out of his eyes as I sighed next to him.

God, I'm in love with him.

Now, I'll have to get over him.

-

It's been almost three years now since I let a man take me to bed.

Since moving to New York, I kept rather busy, studying, traveling, going out--- but never taking someone home or leaving in someone else's arms.

Now, I was back in D.C., visiting a friend I'd made while at Georgetown.

In lieu of waiting for her to get off work, I decided to pursue a local bookstore I hadn't been inside before. I found myself wondering if Spencer was here, would this have been a place he'd have introduced me to? The temptation to pull out my phone and call him was never stronger, I'll admit.

That's when I look up... and see him.

Dr. Spencer Reid is less than ten feet in front of me, thumbing book after book, probably in search of a fantastic read.

"Y/N?" I hear his voice crack as he said my name, making me wish I could suddenly disappear. I pause my steps, hoping that I'd misheard his soft voice amongst the pages.

No such luck.

"Y/N, hey... it's, um, well you must recognize me, um-- can we? Can we maybe catch up, please? O-over coffee?" I couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped my throat at his stumbling. It was always so perfectly cute and perfectly him.

"Ye-yeah, sure, um... lead the way," I smiled, and for the first time since he left without so much as a note goodbye, I could look him in his honey-brown eyes.

The walk from the bookstore to the coffee shop was awkward to say the least. We were both clearly feeling as if we needed to walk on eggshells for the other person.

I filled the silence with talk about my grad school years, how many hours I lost with the help of coffee, how many dates that never went anywhere cause none of them were you, I wanted to say. I listened to him tell me that he's still with the BAU, though he is teaching part-time at Georgetown, now.

"I know what I'd said before---" Spencer blurted out in the middle of bites of his frosted chocolate-sprinkled doughnut. "-- but, can we start over?"

I had to take a sip of my coffee to cover up my shock.

"Start over?" I asked, a sliver of hope clear in my voice.

"Yeah, it's just--" Spencer visibly sighed, his shoulders no longer stiff as he takes in the idea that he is allowed to just be. "-- I miss you, Y/N, and-- and I haven't been with anyone else since that night. No one." I was speechless, I couldn't breathe, let alone blink. "I um, I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings, and if you just----"

I didn't mean to sound rude, but I know that's how harsh my tone was.

"Funny, that doesn't match how you treated me the last time I saw you."

I wanted to believe Spencer more than anything, but... my heart couldn't risk being shattered, again.

"I know," he resounded. "I screwed up, I just... with my job, you know, I really was only expecting it to be a one-and-done kind of thing, but...."

"But what, Spencer? You--- you never came after me, you know?" I just sat there across from him, crying my eyes out. "You left me."

Spencer looked like he was wracked with guilt at my words. Good, he deserves it, I thought.

"I had no idea you ever wanted me to," he said out loud, though judging by his tone of voice, he sounded disappointed.

"Exactly," I crossed my arms in front of me. "So, how's your heart? You know, after you decided to break mine?!" Fuck, it was clear I was still working through my therapy, trying to get to a safe haven in my mind without fucking Spencer Reid.

I couldn't do this anymore. I stood up, tossing a $20 on the table before excusing myself to the bitter air that nipped at my nose while outside the shop.

"Y/N, wait!" Spencer called out, his breath out of breath as he all but collapsed on the bench next to us. When he got close enough, I gazed up at him, expectedly to give me a better understanding of how to forgive him. "You don't believe it, but I broke my own heart, too," he sniffled as I handed him a tissue.

"You don't think that after seeing your body on display for class, the way your perfect, fucking tits were out, how your goddamn voluptuous figure and curves made me grow instantly hard every day, so I had to hide behind my canvas a lot."

"Wh-- what?" I froze, unsure of how to act after hearing his confession.

"Yeah, I just-- I knew I had to get to know you, and---"

"Ah, but you didn't, did you?" I blurted out. Spencer shook his head, solemnly.

"Please, let me make it up to you, I'll even take you to dinner." I smiled, genuinely up at him for the first time. It felt great to smile at Spencer Reid.

"If I say yes, what'll you do?" I teased, bumping my shoulder with his arm.

Spencer leaned down, his voice brushing my ears ever-so-slightly.

"Everything you want," he whispered, pulling me in for a kiss that left me as breathless as the night I had given him everything.

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Baby it's Cold Outside (But it's Hot in Here) [Ralvez]

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I’ve finally gotten around to watching s15 of Greys and I’m obsessed with Nico & Levi’s storyline so this is basically that but Spencer and Luke. I imagine it to be set around the first few seasons, so humour me and pretend Luke was in the show then. Flips back and forth between time, italics indicate flashbacks. Named after “Baby it’s Cold Outside”.

Summary: Luke is out and proud and has his sights set on Spencer. Spencer didn’t realise he could like men until he starts getting confusing feelings for his coworker. And then they get snowed in with nowhere to turn

CW: some mild angst, confused Spencer, sexual awakenings (I guess), mostly fluff though!

WC: 2.3K

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Baby it's Cold Outside (But it's Hot in Here)

It felt like this was inevitable. Spencer was an incredibly intelligent man, he should have seen this coming. Maybe he had seen this coming.

But he was sure nothing could have prepared him for what was about to come. Right now, as he sat in that abandoned park kiosk stand in a snowstorm opposite Luke, he knew exactly where this was going.

But how had they gotten here?

It started with the new guy buying him a drink. They had a rough case and usually Spencer didn’t drink all that often. But when Luke Alvez was offering it to him, he found he couldn’t say no.

“You’ll Get the next one.”

Luke’s words had wandered through Spencer’s mind for days, with no destination. Just bouncing from one brain cell to another.

When they got back from their next case, Luke had approached Spencer at his desk while he was packing up for the night.

“You still owe me that drink.”

The way Luke was looking at him made Spencer’s stomach flip and his brain turn to mush.

He tried to speak but he just opened and closed his mouth a few times.

“I-I…I uhm…”

“You have plans. That’s cool.” Luke smiled and headed off on his way.

Spencer stood staring in his wake, feeling…he didn’t know what he was feeling.

Suddenly a hand on his shoulder startled him.

“You just turned down a date with Alvez? Are you blind?” Garcia laughed.

“D-date? It wasn’t a…it wasn’t that.”

“God how I wish that man were straight.” She sighed. “Trust me, you do not want to pass up on a man like that.”

Spencer watched her saunter away.

A date. She’d called it a date. Had he just turned down a date with Luke?

“I’m not scared.” Spencer suddenly blurted out after several long minutes of excruciating silence. “Or ashamed.”

“No?” Luke raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “What are you then? Because from where I’m standing-“

“Just listen to me!” Spencer cut him off somewhat aggressively. “You’ve had plenty of opportunities to talk and now it’s my turn.”

He felt tears welling in his eyes.

For the love of god, please don’t cry.

Spencer had pulled at all his confidence and marched down to the bar near the BAU.

He was going on a date with Luke Alvez. That’s what he wanted, right?

When he got to the bar he found Luke easily, purchasing two beers.

“You came!” Luke beamed at him and Spencer swore his heart skipped a beat.

For a few seconds it felt like he and Luke were the only two people in the world.

And then…

“We’re over there. Grab a drink and come join us.”

He patted Spencer on the back as he walked past him.

We.

We’re over there.

Spencer turned to see Luke heading back over to his table where JJ, Elle and Morgan were sitting.

Why did it hurt? Why did it physically hurt that this hadn’t been a date?

“I’m happy for you that you realised sooner that you were gay. It wasn’t something that ever really crossed my mind.” Spencer began, tears pushing against his eyes, desperate to be set free. “But I was a geek, Luke. A complete and utter geek. I was a child prodigy, I was always younger than everyone else in my class. No one looked at me. No one even spoke to me! I didn’t have a chance to think about who or what I liked. Between studying and taking care of my sick mom, I didn’t have a startling realisation about my sexuality.”

The tears won. They started creeping from his eyes and once he started he couldn’t stop.

Luke chewed his lip feeling guilty.

“Spencer, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Yes. Yes I do!” He suddenly stood up from the ground and started pacing. “Yes I do.”

“So, what’s your deal?”

They were sitting in a layout room in a police department in Missouri.

Spencer and Luke had been going over case files when Luke had spoken and broken the long stretch of silence.

“I don’t have a deal.” Spencer didn’t look up from the page he was reading.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

That got Spencer’s attention.

He looked up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

“Wha-what? No…why would I…” Spencer took a breath to try and compose himself. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Deflection. That was the best action.

“No.” Luke laughed, mostly at how uncomfortable his question had made Spencer. “I just moved here from the Bronx. I barely know anyone. And with the hours we pull, I don’t have time to…get to know anyone.”

“Yeah of course. Makes sense.”

“But I am open to meeting someone. It would have to be someone that understood our crazy hours though.” His eyes had more than a hint of mischief in them.

Spencer swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat.

“Yeah. Cool. Yeah.” He directed his eyes back at the files on the table.

But he could feel Luke staring at him.

“I played chess. That was my release from school. Not hooking up under the bleachers or going to high school parties and getting hit on. I played chess in the park with people old enough to be my grandparents. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind.” He ranted, pacing the small room.

Luke was on his feet now too, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You think that’s what I did in high school? Hooked up with guys under the bleachers and at dumb parties?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know!” He raised his voice more than he meant to, taking Luke back.

“Whoa, Spencer calm down-“

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He lowered his voice, sounding almost pathetic. “Clearly you don’t know me very well, we’ve established that. Because I am not scared and I am not ashamed.”

“So what are you?” Luke raised his eyebrow at him, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m…” Spencer looked at him through large, watery eyes.

Silence fell over for them for a few moments. The wind was whistling past the windows, causing them to rattle.

The two of them stared at each other. Spencer managed to get his tears to stop because he knew he didn’t want to be crying for what he said next.

He took a deep breath and looked Luke dead in the eye.

“I’m…certain.” He took a few tentative steps towards Luke.

It was late and Spencer thought he was the last one left in the office. He packed up his satchel and headed for the elevator.

He stepped inside, stretching his aching limbs before jamming the button for the ground floor.

As the doors were closing, an arm appeared and forced them back open.

Luke gave him a smile as he entered the elevator and Spencer felt his cheeks flush red.

“Good work today.” Luke spoke as the elevator started its descent.

“Oh, it was nothing.” Spencer swallowed.

The way Luke was looking at him made him feel nervous and excited all at once.

“Don’t be so modest.” He stepped closer to the younger man and then his hands were on the lapels of Spencer’s jacket and Spencer forgot how to breathe.

The next thing Spencer knew, Luke’s lips were on his and he was being pushed back against the wall.

Spencer kissed him back without hesitation. He wrapped his arms around Luke’s neck while Luke held his face in his hands and deepened the kiss.

Spencer knew in that moment when he was old and grey and looking back on his life, this moment would stand the test of time as one of the best moments in his life.

When the kiss ended they were both panting. Luke smiled at him.

“Wow.” Spencer breathed. “Wow. I-I uh… that was my first time.” He blurted out, watching Luke frown.

“You’re first kiss?”

“With a-a man.”

Luke’s face dropped and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Oh.” He sighed as he spoke. “Look Spencer, I’m a proud gay man. I did my coming out a long time ago. I’m not in the business of helping others out the closet.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

“Luke.” Spencer whined a little as Luke stepped out of the elevator.

“Save it, Spencer.” He waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder. “You can be scared and ashamed all you want. But I will not go through that again.”

“You’re…certain?” Luke narrowed his eyes on Spencer.

“Yes.” Spencer nodded firmly. “I am certain. I have never been more certain of anything in my life as I was when you kissed me.” He stepped a little closer to Luke, his heart beating in his ears. “I’ve been scared and ashamed of so many things in my life. But my feelings for you are not one of them. When you kissed me, it was the first time in my life I’d felt sure of anything.”

Suddenly, Luke advanced, pushing Spencer back against the wall and kissing him hard.

It was quiet. Too quiet. The rest of the team were upstairs working on the geo profile while Spencer and Luke were in the lobby waiting for the elevator.

They were in some small town in Idaho and Hotch had sent them to the morgue. Only the snowstorm had picked up and when they’d tried to leave the building they’d almost been blown away.

Luke jabbed at the elevator button with a loud exhale.

“Yeah, keep pushing it. I’m sure that’ll make it come faster.” Spencer rolled his eyes.

Luke exhaled again.

“So how long are things going to be like this between us?”

“Until you admit what an ass you were.” Spencer folded his arms over his chest. “You’re treating me like I’m some kind of child. I never asked you to help me out of the closet. I never even said I was in the damn closet!”

Luke jabbed the elevator button again in frustration.

“This is what I didn’t want.” He grumbled. “You have some things to figure out Spencer. I’m not going to be your gay sherpa.”

He angrily jabbed the button and when it miraculously didn’t come, he spun around and stormed towards the door of the precinct.

“Luke!” Spencer called after him. “Luke, where are you going?”

“For a walk!” He yelled back.

“We’re in the middle of a snowstorm! You can’t go out-“

Spencer was cut off by the door flying open and Luke marching outside.

“Luke!” He screamed but the other man was already gone.

Spencer did not like the idea of going outside in this frightening weather but he couldn’t leave Luke alone.

He took a few deep breaths and shoved the door open, bracing himself against the wind.

“Luke!” He called, looking left and right. “Luke!”

He kept as low to the ground as possible as he crossed the road to a small park area.

Leaves and litter were flying all around in the wind and the snow was hammering down.

He found Luke trying but failing to shelter behind a tree. Spencer fought against the wind to get to him.

He grabbed Luke up by the arm.

“Over here.” He pulled him with him towards the abandoned park kiosk, lucky enough to find it unlocked.

And that’s how they’d ended up here. Sheltering from a snowstorm in a park kiosk a mere few hundred meters from the police precinct. And Luke was kissing him.

When Luke pulled back he was smiling, but Spencer shrunk in on himself.

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

“Maybe a little.” Luke smirked.

And then he kissed him again.

It wasn’t long before the two of them were falling to the floor, giddy like a couple of teenagers.

Clothes became fewer and fewer. And while it was getting colder outside, the temperature in the kiosk was rising.

Spencer would remember that moment the rest of his life. He would remember the way Luke kept eye contact with him while they made love for the first time.

He would remember every little touch, every soft moan and of course he would never forget the ultimate orgasm.

They were panting and sweating afterwards as Luke laid back on their pile of clothes and kissed Spencer’s hair.

Spencer made a small hum of happiness.

“That was…that was…”

“Amazing?” Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around Spencer.

“More than amazing.” Spencer smiled dreamily.

“You know Hotch and Haley are having that New Year’s party in a few weeks…” Luke stroked back Spencer’s hair.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we can go. Together. Like a date.”

Spencer chewed his lip looking into Luke’s beautiful eyes.

“I…uh…but then people would see us…together.”

Luke’s face paled and he closed his eyes while he exhaled through his nose.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” He went to stand up but Spencer’s hand wrapped around his wrist keeping him in place.

“Luke,” Spencer smiled at him. “Nothing in the whole world would make me happier.”

Luke shoved Spencer playfully in the arm as the two fell about laughing.

Spencer kissed him again and his only wish was that he hadn’t spent so many years of his life not kissing Luke.

“The team will be wondering where we are.” Spencer spoke into Luke’s lips.

“Let them wonder a little while longer.”

And with that, Luke rolled on top of Spencer and while the snowstorm continued to rage outside, inside they were making their own heat.

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Under the covers

Summary: Friends with benefits never works out, but, this time, it was an accident, unbeknownst to Spencer and Y/n until the team pointed it out.

i just had this idea but can you do something like being roommates with spencer and then becoming friends with benefits and one day someone at work refers to you as a couple because somewhere along the way you both started acting like a couple without even realizing it (with dom!spence if you’re comfortable & lots of fluff)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Content Warning: Swearing | SMUT (NSFM), sir kink, dom!spencer sub!reader, light bondage, mix of light praise + degrading kink, unprotected penetrative sex|

Word Count: 4.2k

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It wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

When necessary, sharing rooms wasn’t a big deal, especially for Prentiss, JJ, L/n, and Reid, who had been with the team on and off for the longest.

Spencer was furious with JJ the first time it happened. The months of lying about Emily and the energy he wasted caring. He could have spent that time doing something else, like the date Penelope wanted him to go on before Emily ‘died.’ What would have happened if that was the perfect girl, and it was JJ’s fault he never got to meet her.

It was a stretch, he knew that, but he was too stubborn to be rational.

Y/n was the only person who he felt wasn’t walking on eggshells around him. She hadn’t been afraid to tell him he was being childish: that his petty remarks were only going to ruin his friendship with JJ.

“Reid, you’ve got to stop,” Y/n told him sternly, almost immediately after he’d slammed their hotel room door closed. She was determined to reign him in.

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Lock and Key X

Summary: Millburn Correctional Facility is a tough place to find hope in. But  when Spencer Reid stumbles upon a GED class, led by a teacher with kind  words and a smile that breaks through the dark, he thinks it might not  be so hopeless after all. Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Part X: In which some statements are only true for so long, and Reid and the Reader get closer and… closer. CW for mentions of incarceration, verbal sexual harassment, panic attacks, PTSD, and sexual intimacy. ✨✨Smut, but it’s like… soft smut? Not super explicit but still a little NSFW.✨✨ Major spoilers for season 12 and beyond, of course.

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For so long, freedom felt like a dream. Too good to be true. He feels that way with her now, because it’s just so surreal that she’s agreed to go on a date with him. Their first coffee date is just as easy and comfortable as every other prior meeting. Nothing changes, really, other than the fact he no longer has to pretend his heart is longing for something more. He doesn’t have to try to control the dazed look on his face when he’s with her, and it’s okay to stand a little closer to her. To linger a little longer when she hugs him.

When they stroll through the park together a few days later, he dares to let himself hold her hand as they walk. The world around them is bursting with colors - late spring golds and greens and pinks, and he feels like his heart is in bloom to be here beside her. He’s never liked shaking hands, but he feels completely at ease with her fingers laced through his. They talk about their favorite books and how the guys at Millburn are doing and how exactly he came to be a godfather to three boys. It’s just so easy with her.

As simple as asking, “Where to next, Sunshine?” and being rewarded with a brilliant smile.

“Lead the way, Doc.”

But he should know it can’t be that easy. It really shouldn’t surprise him when someone yells her name and they turn around on the path by the pond to see an unwelcome face. She drops his hand immediately, but he can still feel the way she tenses as the man he knows only as CO Baylor walks towards them.

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Teaching the Genius. Spencer Reid X Female Reader.

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Summary: After her friends make fun of Spencer at a party, she takes him back to her apartment.

Word Count: 4k

TW: Mean girls being mean. Nervous touching. Making out. Virgin! Spencer. Semi experienced reader. Oral sex (male and female receiving.). Mention of a safe word (not used). Swallowing. Fingering. Penetrative sex.

A.N.: So we all know Spencer went to college as a young teenager. But I’m picturing Spencer as a 19/20 year old here.

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“Is he serious?” Her friend, Megan laughs with the other people standing inside of the house. “Who even invited him?”

She turns to look around to see who she was talking about, but with the sea of people around, she really couldn’t see who she was talking about.

“Who wears a sweater vest to a party?” Megan laughs.

She spots the lanky smart kid from her psychology class that sits directly behind her, sitting in a chair with a water bottle in his hand and looking up at everyone that passed by him.

“Oh, Spencer.” She says to the rest of the group.

“How do you know his name?” Daniel asks.

“We had a group project for the class we have together. He’s really nice.”

“Yeah, okay.” The bitchy girl scoffs. “Who would want him here? He’s not exactly the life of the party.”

She rolled her eyes at her friend and sipped on her drink, turning to look back at Spencer.

His fingers twittled with each other as he continued to look around the crowd of people, almost like he was looking for someone in particular.

“Hey, we’re talking to you.” A hand waving in front of her line of vision.

“What?” She snaps out of it, looking at her group of friends.

“Are you going to stand there and stare at the dweeb all night or are you going to be fun?”

“Why are you such a bitch?” She asks, glaring at her. “The poor kid has never done anything to you and you’ve done nothing but insult him since you spotted him.”

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sweet creature (wes/reader)pt 9

Title: Sweet Creature part nine Requested: no Couple: wes/fem!reader Category: smut Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unprotected sex/creampie, oral (fem), mild fingering, shower sex), jealousy Word Count: 3,075 Summary: Puppy and Wes have a conversation about the night before and how it’ll change their relationship. A/N: i called this part shower girl when i was writing it and will continue to call it that. This one also has a lot of my favorite scenes in it. I appreciate you <3 i really hope you guys enjoy this :D check out my masterlist

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I woke up before Wes, but only by 5 minutes. It gave me time to watch him sleep, and to look at all the details of his face again. He had freckles dotting across the bridge of his nose. His hair looked like a rat’s nest, but it was rather adorable. And the way his nose flared slightly every time he breathed out made me chuckle.

“Stop watching me sleep. It’s creepy,” Wes mumbled as he rolled so he was on his back. I hummed before sitting upright.

“Well, good morning to you too,” I muttered with an eye roll. Wes laughed lightly as he looked up at me. A small smile was on his lips as his eyes met mine, and for a moment I wondered what he thought. Even though I wondered that I was mostly concerned about everything that happened last night. Like, what would it change? Do I have to get a new job? Am I going to be suspended? Did we break any rules?

“Good morning, Babes,” Wes said with a smile as he sat up. He leaned over and gently pressed his lips to mine, humming slightly before turning. I watched as he kicked his legs off the bed to get ready to shower and prepare for the day.

“So, like…” I started, stopping him before he got the chance to stand. “What does this mean for us? Like… Like last night…” I asked as I looked over at Wes. He was still waking up, taking in the night before and everything we did. To be fair… I’m still doing that. I should have waited till we were sitting at the kitchen table while we were eating breakfast. Not the very first thing…

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rowdy neighbors

Title: Rowdy Neighbors Requested: no Couple: wes/fem!reader Category: smut Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (dub con, penetrive sex, unprotected sex/creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, breathplay (not reat, he’s mostly holding her her neck) ), dom!Wes, sub!reader, verbal argument, mentions of being cutoff/car accident, enemies to lovers trope Word Count: 5,494 Summary: Reader meets her new neighbor, Wes, who she hates. A/N:im seriously being a ho for wes you guys. i love him… please enjoy this, I appreciate you <3 i really hope you guys enjoy this :D masterlist

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If today hadn’t been a long day, I would have let things go a lot easier than I am right now. But because work sucked, and people are dipshits, I’m holding on to things that should be let go of.

Like for instance… Driving home from work, after a stretch of stand still traffic, I was on the last bit of drive… Some jackass decided to cut me off! If i hadn’t been paying attention, I would have slammed right into him. I should have if I had really good insurance.

To make things worse, it seemed like I was following them too. All the way up to my apartment building. I pulled into my parking spot, and they pulled into one a few away from. A guy slipped out of the car, grabbed a few things from the trunk, before entering the building. I sat for a minute, letting my road rage and annoyance from the day slowly melt away before I slipped out of my car.

I silently entered the building, walking past the office and waving to the landlord.

“Hey! There’s a new tenant on your floor,” the landlord said as I paused at the mailboxes.

“Really?”

“Yeah, so be nice to him,” they pointed at me. I faked a smile before nodding.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for the warning.” I nodded as I collected my mail. Once I locked up my mailbox, I made my way towards the elevator. I had no issues on the ride up, but the moment I was alone with my thoughts… I started thinking about the things that irritated me.

“Stupid fucking jackass fucking cutting me off,” I muttered as the doors dinged open and I stepped off. I kept my head low as I fished for my apartment keys. I walked past a guy who was leaning against the door beside mine and went right to my apartment.

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