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FYEO (for your eyes only) | s.r.

in which a slight indecent exposure drives your boyfriend up a wall (really dirty things follow)

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who? spencer reid x law school!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: pwp, overstim, brat/brat tamer, d/s dynamics, oral (f!receiving), fingering, piv sex (protected), this is pure filth, aftercare, reader brings up a threesome and spencer hates it word count: 4.09k a/n: oh my god ON THE LORDS DAY???? i need to repent oh my god dont look at me this is filth

Your heart was racing, hiding away in your boyfriend’s bedroom while you tried to get over what had just happened. Despite your penchant for showing up to Spencer’s apartment unannounced, this time he’d asked you to come over. Invited you to use the spare key he’d given you of his own free will to wait for him to come home.

Really, it was his fault; he didn’t think you’d be lounging on his couch in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, as if you ever wore anything else in the confines of his apartment. The nail in the coffin, though, was how you were splayed out on the couch, one leg slung over the back cushions, while your laptop rested on your stomach, watching a recorded lecture. The fabric of your t-shirt had ridden up your torso, showing the smallest sliver of bare skin while you tried to focus on your class.

Everything would’ve been fine if Spencer had been the only one to walk into the apartment at the end of the day, but without giving you a forewarning, he had brought Luke home with him so he could borrow a book. You’d barely had any time to react when the door opened, slamming your laptop shut and sitting up so quickly it gave you a headrush. One look at Luke and you knew he saw your underwear.

They were carefully selected from the stash you knew Spencer liked, ending up with a pair of lacy, lavender boyshorts that drove your boyfriend crazy. You thought they were a bit on the boring side, but Spencer couldn’t resist them.

In the other room, you heard him saying goodbye, and Luke wished him good luck in return. The door closed, and you heard the click of the lock before foreboding footsteps approached the bedroom door. You stumbled back when the door swung open, revealing your boyfriend on the other side. His breathing was heavy, and you weren’t sure if he was genuinely mad at you or if his teammate, having seen you almost naked, made him irrationally jealous. “Spence,” you said hesitantly, trying to gauge the situation.

He rarely got angry with you—the world, yes—but he’d only snapped at you once the whole time you were together. “What were you thinking?” He asked you, a lowness to it that didn’t seem angry.

You glared at him, still maintaining a few feet of distance. “You could’ve knocked,” you told him, crossing your arms in front of your chest and resting most of your weight on one leg, bending your knee slightly while you stared him down.

“It’s my apartment,” he shot back, stepping towards you as if to say Why would I knock to enter my apartment?

Backing up slightly, your legs hit the edge of his mattress, nearly falling on your back before you huffed at him. “And I’m your girlfriend.” Your gaze softened when he was right in front of you, peering down at you from his advantageous height. “So,” you swallowed thickly, “Why wouldn’t I show off my underwear in your apartment?”

Spencer’s eyebrows raised curiously, planting both hands firmly on your waist, holding you in place. “So,” he echoed you, “You agree—you were showing off.”

Your lips parted in surprise, “I- Oh.” You stammered, Spencer now pressing his body flush with yours, and he pushed at your shoulder with one hand. There was very little force behind his action, but you let yourself fall to the mattress anyway.

With your back on the mattress, you instinctively lifted your legs from the floor. Finally, you knew what he was getting at, pressed up against you, you could feel his hard length pressed against your clothed core. The look in his eyes was jealous, the same look you saw when other people came to flirt with you—multiplied tenfold. “Spreading yourself out on my couch, waiting for me to come home and fuck you. Is that what you wanted, baby?”

Boldly, you shook your head, looking up at him from your place on the mattress, “Was just thinking of using my hands.” You lied through your teeth, “Easier that way. Better too.”

His head tipped to the side, rubbing the insides of your thighs in a way that made your head spin. “Oh, do you really expect me to believe that?” His fingers slipped under the lace fabric of your panties. “You soaked through these.” His fingertips skimmed over your folds, gathering your slick while you tried to compose yourself. He couldn’t win, not yet anyway.

You nodded, “Waiting in here thinking about your friend, I thought- fuck!” The curse was broken from your throat, having egged Spencer on so much that he thrust two fingers into your hole, starting at a relentless pace and not letting up on you.

“I was thinking about you all day. That’s why I called when you got out of class, I wanted you to be waiting for me when I got him, but I didn’t expect you to be so eager,” he said, resting his free hand on your stomach while he fucked you with his hand. “Then again, you’ve always been so good for me,” he mused, pushing down on your stomach when you arched your back off the mattress. “Always ready for me when I need you, aren’t you, baby?”

There were no words coming from your mouth, only breathless moans as you nodded, gasping when he lifted your leg over his shoulder. He pried you open with his body, giving him a better angle to continue thrusting his fingers in your pussy. Your clit begged for attention while he pointedly ignored it, being careful not to even graze the sensitive nub. You wouldn’t plead with him, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being right—Spencer got enough of that from his day job.

He hummed, “Oh, you’re so close.” His voice was almost a coo, one hand still holding you flat on the mattress while you craved more contact, wanting to kiss him. “You’re gonna come from just my fingers, aren’t you? So needy for me that you just need these to get you off.”

Your hands scrambled for something to hold on to, grabbing at his wrist with one hand and bunching the sheets in the other. The knot in your stomach felt impossibly taut while his pace refused to cease, your nails digging crescent moons in his skin while your toes curled on either side. “Spence,” you cried his name as you came, tears springing in your eyes when his hand fucked you through your orgasm. “Ah,” you whimpered through overstimulation, trying to squirm away from him before he withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving your walls clenching around nothing while you waited for his next move.

Spencer pulled at the fabric of your underwear, snapping the lace against your sensitive cunt and watching you yelp at the sting. “Was that just as good as your own fingers, baby?”

Refusing to give in, you nodded, though at this point, you both knew you were full of shit. “Yeah, that’s light stuff,” you said breathlessly, knowing you were in for a long night. He wouldn’t have ignored your clit like that if you were one and done.

As you expected, he climbed onto the bed, dragging you around on the mattress, eliciting a yelp as he practically tossed you to the head of the bed. “Come here, then,” he said, covering your body with his and craning his neck down to kiss you. It was immediately messy, no room for deterioration, as he started with nipping at your bottom lip, dragging his lips along your jawline, sucking lightly at the soft skin before he made his way down your neck, soft as he went down the column of your throat, but aggressive once he reached your collarbone.

Your hips instinctively lifted from the mattress while he sucked on your skin, pulling the collar of your t-shirt down so he could have better access. Eventually, he sat up, lifting you with him so he could whip the cotton from your body, flinging it somewhere across the room.

His pupils were impossibly large, hypnotically dilated as he looked at your body. Every time was like the first with him, admiring the swell of your breasts, the way your nipples hardened when they hit the air. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Pretty,” his voice was so gentle now, genuinely taken aback by the sight of you, “Pretty girl.”

Spencer ducked his head again, reattaching his lips to your bare skin with a bigger canvas now. You gasped at the sensation of his lips on your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and bringing his hand up to give attention to the other one. While his tongue soothed the ripples of one, he rolled the other between his index finger and his thumb, tugging at it lightly before he moved his mouth to the rest of your chest. Both hands palmed your breasts, massaging them while his mouth sucked and pulled at your supple skin.

Horrified, your hips bucked up again, realizing the pleasure he was giving your chest was going straight to your core. “Spence,” you moaned, your head tipping back while you gasped for air, “I’m gonna…”

He hummed against you, the vibrations causing your cunt to clench while he clearly wanted to encourage your orgasm. Sucking on your breasts, he left them littered with marks that would serve as a reminder of him for days to come.

“Oh, god,” you gasped, crying out as your orgasm knocked the air from your lungs. You gasped for air while your fingers tugged at Spencer’s hair. You were beside yourself while you came around nothing, stimulated on your chest while your pussy searched for something to bear down on.

Spencer pulled away from your chest, moving up to kiss your lips again while you tried to catch your breath. You gasped against his lips, moving your head like you were chasing something.

No matter how it seemed, Spencer loved you, and he wasn’t cruel. His kisses went from deep and sensual to little pecks all over your face. He played until there was a small smile on your face and your breathing had evened out, but once you settled, his kisses continued, travelling between the valley of your breasts and past your navel before he finally reached your panties. The very thing that had gotten you in all this trouble in the first place, he dragged his tongue along the elastic band, causing goosebumps to ripple over your exposed skin.

He didn’t wait for you to lift your hips before tugging your underwear off, tearing them from your body, and leaving your wet heat exposed to the cool air. Usually, he’d work his way up to this, but he licked his lips while staring. Just that look alone almost pulled a moan from your chest. Spencer dipped his head, lying between your thighs while he separated your lips with an almost clinical curiosity, inspecting your cunt. He admired the swell of your clit, knowing he’d made it that needy, and before you could think about it, he dropped his lips to your core.

With a practiced familiarity, your thighs easily slung themselves over his shoulders, and his arms wrapped around you. He licked you, eating you out like it was something new to him instead of something he asked for. Your heat burned with sensitivity, knowing that at this point, it would just get easier and easier for him to string your orgasms together. He cleaned you up with his mouth, lips encircling your hole while he drank up your wetness.

Once you were moaning breathlessly beneath him, his lips travelled up, his tongue gently flicking at your neglected clit while his grip on your thighs tightened. Your body’s instincts were telling you to pull away, but Spencer held you in place while your thighs shook with effort.

While he licked your clit, your breath hitched when he moved one of his arms from your thigh, positioning his fingers back where they belonged at your entrance. “Shit,” you cried when his two fingers entered you, a much more languid pace than you’d started with, but that didn’t stop that all too familiar knot from forming in your belly.

He moaned against you, the vibrations rippling through your body so quickly they almost choked you. Spencer closed his mouth around your clit, sucking harder while his fingers curled inside of you. The pads of his fingers swiped gently over your gummy walls before straightening out so they grazed the spot inside of you that made you see stars.

You were being pulled impossibly taut, eventually hoping your orgasm would hit because your eyes were already rolling into the back of your head, being slowly driven insane by the sounds coming from Spencer. The squelching of your pussy was impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet apartment. You yelled when his two fingers separated inside of you, spreading you open with a scissoring motion while Spencer sucked on your clit. Immediately, you lifted one of your hands to your mouth, biting on your knuckle to muffle yourself.

While you whined, Spencer pulled away ever so slightly, never lapsing on his ministrations inside of you, while he looked up at you with hooded eyes. “Don’t do that, I wanna hear you,” he muttered.

Whimpering at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, you shook your head. “What about your—ah—neighbors?”

“Fuck them,” Spencer answered, his passive response causing your cunt to flutter around his fingers. “You like that? Wanna make sure everyone knows how good I make you feel,” he said, harshly curling his fingers inside of you and drawing out a guttural moan. “Muffle yourself again, and I’m binding your hands,” he threatened.

You were officially a goner, dropping both of your hands to his head and tugging at his hair while your head flipped back. “Shit,” you gasped, grip on him tightening while you clenched around his fingers.

His tongue lapped at you happily while his fingers scissored your walls in time with your orgasm, prying you open every time your body tried to force him out. It made you dizzy, eyes rolling back, while you seemingly forgot how to behave normally. He withdrew his fingers, the aftershocks of your climax sending ripple effects through your whole body. Spencer’s oral ministrations softened, working you through your third orgasm. He hummed, finally pulling away, letting your thigh’s part naturally while he sat back, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.

You’d offer to help, but you were sure you’d just fumble with them, and he’d have to take over anyway, so you just lay back and watched instead. “You have more in you, baby. Don’t you?” His voice was so gentle, his mouth still glistening with your juices while your stomach flipped at the idea of more orgasms.

Three was usually where you stopped, if you even got there in the first place, but at this point, you needed Spencer to fuck you. Looking down at where his cock was straining against the fly of his pants, you took your bottom lip between your teeth.

Shirtless, he hovered over you, dropping a sickeningly sweet kiss to the tip of your nose before whispering, “You’d tell me if you were done, right?”

Your chest ached at his earnestness while you nodded, needing him to fill you so desperately that you were almost giddy. Watching him as he got off the bed and took his pants off, you thought about him, how he’d reacted when Luke saw you in your panties. You’d never expected him to be so possessive over you, so bothered by an incident that he had to fuck you harder than ever before in order to process his feelings. Naturally, you wanted to poke at him. You wanted to instigate, so you tipped your head to the side and sighed, “It’s a shame you kicked Luke out.” You watched Spencer bristle at your comment, “He could’ve joined us.”

Spencer climbed back on the bed before he responded to you. He placed his hand on your neck—not tight, just firm, controlling. “You might be a handful, but you’re mine.” His breathing grew heavier; you could see the tip of his cock peeking out of his briefs, red and weeping for you. “I don’t share,” he told you, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your hips for you.

He left you like that for just a moment, ass in the air and waiting for him to do something. Blood rushed in your ears while he rifled through his nightstand. You hummed, resting your head on the pillow while you stayed in the position he left you in, “You’ve explained before that I have a higher libido than you because I’m younger.” You knew you were treading in dangerous water now, “Maybe he could help you handle me.”

Back behind you, Spencer wrapped an arm around your waist, squeezing you tightly, “Have you ever left this bed dissatisfied?”

His question made your pussy clench with the memory of previous orgasms. Phantom pleasure rippled through your core, and you sighed at the feeling of his cock pressed up against your back. You couldn’t answer him, not without your voice trembling. Other than when you first started dating, you’d never left his apartment without the memory of an orgasm to keep you sated between visits.

He released you, letting your body fall back to the mattress while you presented your cunt to him, trembling in anticipation, while he tore open the condom wrapper, the wet sounds of him rolling it on his cock driving you insane. “That’s what I thought,” he said knowingly, positioning his tip at your entrance.

Between the slick of your orgasms and the lube on the condom, Spencer slammed into you easily, sheathing himself inside of you so quickly you cried out. His length reached so impossibly deep inside of you from this angle, you were already clenching around him by the time he made his first move.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, finally finding some of his own relief for his painfully hard cock. “Squeezing me so tight,” he thrusted in and out of you, your pussy helplessly squelching with every move.

Unable to speak, you buried your face in the pillow beneath your head, trying to use it to muffle the uncontrollable moans that were flowing from your mouth, but you’d forgotten about Spencer’s threat, telling you he’d bind your hands if you muffled yourself again.

He didn’t pull you up, fucking you from behind and whispering in your ear. No, he grabbed your hands and held them behind your back, your moans plenty loud enough for him to hear them through the pillow, including you crying his name as you hurtled toward another orgasm. “I have you perfectly handled,” he muttered, focusing on his thrusts, trying not to let himself slip out of your sopping pussy.

You were fully lost in your own pleasure, depending on Spencer to keep you safe while your cunt clenched uncontrollably. While you trembled, your knees slipped on the sheets, falling flat on your stomach, while Spencer went with you. His pace slowed until he pulled out of you, your body shuddering at the loss while he flipped you to your back.

“Hey, pretty,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips while you hummed, “Wanna see your face.” He lifted your legs, bending your body in half so he could prop your legs over his shoulder. You were peering at him through your lashes, moaning when he reentered you, your arms resting on the sheets, gripping them while he found a new rhythm.

There was a tinge in your hip while he fucked you, and it pulled you from your stupor just enough that it bothered you. You whimpered his name, “Spence.” Your voice was pathetic, “Gentle.”

His change was immediate, dropping your legs so your knees were hooked under his arms instead. Your pleasure was instant as well, moaning from the relief in your body as well as the depths that his cock was reaching. “Fuck, baby,” he said, his thrusts slowly getting sloppier as he neared his orgasm. “You’re so good for me,” he huffed, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. “Keeping you all to myself,” he said, hips stuttering when you clenched around his length, unable to tell when one of your climaxes ended and the other began.

His rhythm fully faltered, nearly collapsing on you when his orgasm took over, groaning against your skin as you felt his cock spurt, his cum filling the condom while your breathing evened out from small, intermittent gasps to deep breaths.

“There you go,” Spencer encourages you, noticing the way your breathing evened out under him. Just like that, he moved into the next phase, “How are you doing, honey?” The sweet nickname fell from his lips as easily as the filth had just moments ago. He cupped your face gently, humming curiously.

You whimpered slightly, noticing the way he bit down on his lower lip while you went through the aftershocks. Your walls still pulsed around him, your sensitive pussy trying to force his cock out while you blinked the lust from your eyes. “Don’t go,” you murmured, your voice so soft even as he pulled out of you.

“I’ll be right back,” he assured you, pressing light kisses to your lips and face while he tried to maneuver himself out of your hold. “I’ve gotta take care of you, angel. Especially when we have sex like that,” he reminded you.

You nodded solemnly, eyes following him as he retreated to the bathroom, disposing of the condom and running the tap. He was washing his hands, or so you assumed, which meant you were surprised when he came back with two damp washcloths. He folded one over, resting the cool fabric over your forehead, and you hummed in contentment.

Spencer smiled at you softly, pressing a kiss to each of your still parted knees before he used the second cloth to wipe at the mess the two of you made. You winced at the contact, instinctively reaching out for Spencer and relaxing when he took your hand in his, threading your fingers together while using the cloth to clean you up. Eventually, he uncrumpled the washcloth and rested it on your mound, hoping the coolness of it would help soothe some of the ache. “You did so well,” he murmured to you, “My girl.”

You smiled at him sleepily, finally having enough control of your limbs to wipe at your face. “You like me,” you teased him softly, noting the way he took such care of you.

He nodded enthusiastically, “I love you very much,” he added. “Are you feeling alright?”

Humming, you melted into the mattress. “I feel great,” you answered, though that might’ve been an oversell; you certainly didn’t feel bad. You whined when Spencer moved one of your legs, stretching out your hips and using his thumb to dig into the areas where you ached.

“Oh,” he cooed, “I know, angel girl, I know.” His voice was so soft when he spoke to you, a sort of reverent whisper that was only meant for you, “It’ll be worse if I leave it.”

Nodding in understanding, you gratefully held his hand while he massaged the knots.

He bent down to kiss you before moving to your other hip, “I’m gonna have to wash the bedding before we sleep in it tonight.” He shushed you gently when you flinched at his ministrations, “but when you’re ready, we’ll get dressed and I’ll take you to the couch. Do you need a nap?”

You shook your head, “No, can we watch something?”

Spencer smiled softly, finally lying down next to you, dropping a kiss to your hair like he did. “Absolutely,” He pulled you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his chest while you clung to him. “We’ll order dinner and eat on the couch, if you’d like,” he offered, dragging his fingertips up and down your spine.

Slowly, your eyes started to shut, humming in approval, you rested a hand on his chest and settled into him.

He laughed gently, “I thought you didn’t need a nap?”

You shushed him in response, causing him to laugh again, “Maybe just a little one.”

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