summary: you know you shouldn't sleep with spencer, he is your roomate after all...yet you both can't stay away...
pairing: spencer reid x roommate fem!reader
warnings: 1k words 18+ MDNI, porn with no plot, unprotected p in v, soft!dom spencer, brief fingering, kinda forbidden love if you squint (god i'm awful at warnings, you fuck okay?)
(any series spencer is applicable, picture used does not necessarily depict fic spencer)
“This really is the last time” You told Spencer whilst his hands tightened in your hair. His lips attached to the sensitive part of your neck.
“Sure it is” He mumbled against your jaw, his hot breath making you feel weaker at the knees.
You said the same thing to him a week ago. Both of you knew this wasn’t going to be last time. Ever since you came home slightly tipsy and horny, seeing Spencer walk out of the shower with his towel hung low around his hips, hair messy and wild, your brain said fuck it and removed his towel and sunk onto your knees.
The next morning he approached you as you were cooking breakfast. Didn’t say a word, just slid his hand in your hair behind your head and kissed you like you were the air he breathed, before picking you up and putting you on the counter, taking off your shorts and proceeding to eat you out like you were his last meal.
You both knew if you were fucking that day as soon as you woke. It would be in the air, the slightest imperceivable shift in the atmosphere of understanding that would lead to the both of you ravishing each other on the sofa before you even said one word.
Today was one of those days. He walked out of his bedroom, looked you in the eyes and you knew. Nothing needed to be said as it was apparent in the way he looked at you.
Spencer's hands were holding you up by the back of your thighs as he walked the both of you to his bedroom, kicking the door with his foot, all without breaking the kiss. His colleagues said he was uncoordinated, you failed to see where they came to this conclusion.
He placed you down on the bed, his body sliding in between your legs instantaneously. The heels of your feet rubbed down the back of his calves as your fingers twisted in his hair.
You palmed him through his thin boxers, his hips jutting forward to chase the friction, moaning against your mouth. Your teeth grazed his bottom lip before your tongue glided in.
Spencer’s cock twitched under your palm, already half-hard and thickening fast as you rubbed him through the thin cotton. He ground down harder, letting you feel every inch of him swelling against your hand while his tongue pushed deeper into your mouth, hot and insistent.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and yanked them down in one rough tug. He didn’t waste time, two thick fingers slid straight through your folds, finding you already slick. He circled your clit once, twice, then pushed one finger inside you, curling it deep as his thumb kept working that sensitive spot.
He pumped his finger in and out, before sliding in another, the wet sound of it filling the room. His free hand shoved your shirt up, exposing your chest, and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the stiff peak while his fingers kept fucking you.
You arched up into him, legs spreading wider around his hips. Your hand slipped inside his boxers and wrapped around his bare cock, stroking him from root to tip, thumb swiping over the leaking head. Spencer groaned into your breast, hips jerking forward into your fist.
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean before shoving his boxers down just far enough to free himself. The thick length slapped against your inner thigh, hot and heavy. He lined himself up, rubbing the head through your wetness a few times, then pushed in with one steady thrust until his hips met yours.
Spencer didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you hard and deep, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. Each snap of his hips drove his cock all the way in, the head hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your nails dug into his back as he buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin while he pounded into you.
“Still think this is the last time?” he growled against your throat, voice strained as he kept driving into you. His hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, your pussy clenching around him every time he bottomed out.
He shifted his angle slightly, grinding down harder on each stroke, and your orgasm hit fast—your whole body tightening as you came around his cock, pulsing and squeezing him. Spencer fucked you through it, pace never slowing, chasing his own release while you trembled beneath him.
Living with Spencer was like living with Dr Jekyll, the composed, kind and well mannered man who asked how you were. Sex with Spencer was Mr Hyde, the man who ignored all reasoning and fucked you until your legs were sore. The polarity between the two was a mental whiplash to decipher. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He drove into you quicker now, the sound of skin on skin slapping in the otherwise silent room, eyes interlocked. Mouths inches apart as you shared the same air. How could something be so intimate with so little words shared between the two of you? You didn’t know, you didn’t care.
His cock hardened within you, you squeezed your walls tighter in response. He thrusted hard once, twice, three times before he spilled into you with a low groan, dropping his head onto your forehead. You interlocked your feet at his hips, keeping him locked in place.
You saw the second Mr Hyde left and Dr Jekyll returned, his eyes changing from dark brown, almost black to light honey hazel. Lust changing to tenderness. He rested on his elbow as he pushed one strand of hair away from your face.
You did the same, moving one curl away from his eyes, tucking it gently back into place. It was only then did you realise that this really should be last time, not when he’s looking at you with so much admiration you don’t know what to do with it.
But you know there will never be a last time.
a:n I got horny so I wrote this to make me feel better :) might make this into a short fic series with no real plot, just an excuse for me to write smut
-Mistie xx
Taglist (comment if you want to be added): @sweet-t33a @unlikelylovebarbarian @cocoabears.
Series Pinterest Board - A Guide to the Divine World
Summary: In a modern world where every person inherits a divine gift from their Greek parent, children of the gods are ordinary. Children of the Titans are legends. As Aphrodite's daughter, you've spent your life understanding love while never finding it. As the son of Coeus, Spencer Reid has always believed intelligence can solve anything. Neither of you expected to become each other's greatest weakness.
Warnings: Mentions of arrest and defaced statues. Mentions of sex and previous relationships, Mentions of drinking, Spencers a yearner. Spencer is dadless x2
I suggest reading this - Providence - A Guide to the Divine World before or after reading this chapter for context.
Spencer saw a young man being arrested this afternoon on his way home for defying a statue of Apollo. There was a spray-painted noose drawn hanging down from his neck, along with a red cross upon his face.
He theorised the man had discovered Apollo wasn't his father and had chosen to direct years of resentment at cold stone instead. Or perhaps Apollo was his father, and disappointment had simply found another outlet. Either way, Spencer found the psychology more interesting than the motive.
What bothered him was the vandalism itself. The city spent millions preserving the monuments to the gods. Every statue was a masterpiece, each one painstakingly restored to honour the beings who had shaped civilisation.
The FBI was no different. Behind the reception desk, an enormous marble relief depicted the Twelve Olympians in immaculate detail. Every floor housed statues dedicated to different gods, while the Bureau regularly hosted complimentary seminars titled Maximising Your Divine Gift.
Spencer had always found the phrase strangely ironic, people credited their gifts to divine inheritance as though talent appeared fully formed at birth. As though discipline, education, and relentless practice had little to do with mastery.
Perhaps that was easy for him to believe, he wasn't the son of a god, he was the son of a Titan.
Children of the Olympians were everywhere. One couldn't walk through Washington without meeting the daughter of Athena, the son of Hermes, or another descendant of Apollo.
Titans were different, they were almost myths themselves.
Perhaps one child in several million was born beneath a Titan's name. Historians could recite every one across the last century. Scientists, philosophers, world leaders, inventors, those who altered the course of history often carried Titan blood.
Spencer had not learned the truth until the eve of his thirteenth birthday, long after every other child had met their divine parent. Until then, he'd assumed his mind simply worked differently from everyone else's. It explained graduating high school at twelve. Beginning Caltech before most children reached high school.
The revelation came, as it did for everyone in a dream.
Coeus spoke to him directly, his voice calm, deep and steady, as though each word had been considered long before Spencer had ever been born.
“My son, I have chosen this day to reveal myself to you.
You may wonder why I have waited when the children of the gods meet their parents so much sooner.
I wished to witness the measure of your mind before my name could influence it.
Many achieve greatness because they know who they descend from.
You achieved greatness believing it belonged to you alone.
To graduate before your peers. To pursue knowledge not for praise, but because your curiosity demanded it. Such accomplishments are not common, even among my own descendants.
You have exceeded my expectations.
I am Coeus, Titan of intellect, wisdom, and inquisitive thought. The pursuit of knowledge has always been my domain, and it now resides within you.
My brothers, my sisters, and their children often choose to guide their offspring through life. They appear in moments of hardship, offering comfort, direction, or intervention.
That will not be my way.
Wisdom cannot be gifted, Spencer. It must be earned.
A mind that depends upon another's guidance will never reach its fullest potential.
Your path will be your own to walk.
You will make mistakes. You will question yourself. You will discover truths that others cannot.
That is the burden carried by those who seek knowledge above all else.
I have watched what you have accomplished in only twelve years.
I look forward to witnessing what you achieve with the rest of your life
Make me proud, my son.”
When Spencer awoke on the morning of his thirteenth birthday, he was convinced he'd lost his mind.So, as he always did when confronted with something he couldn't explain, he researched.
He spent hours combing through every archive, journal, and historical record he could find. There were only a handful of documented descendants of the Titans, children of Themis, Mnemosyne, Iapetus, even Cronus. Producing some of history's greatest minds, leaders, and innovators.
But Coeus? Nothing, not a single recorded child.
Spencer read every source twice, convinced he'd overlooked something, but the conclusion never changed, as far as history was concerned, he was the first.
For years afterwards, he found himself returning to the same question.
Why me?
There was nothing extraordinary about the circumstances of his life. He hadn't been born into wealth or influence. His mother had struggled to make ends meet, and every opportunity he'd been given had been earned through scholarships and relentless hard work.
The only thing that had ever truly set him apart was his mind, and somehow, for reasons Spencer couldn't begin to understand, that had been enough for a Titan to choose him.
Spencer had stupidly agreed to go to the Kapeleion Bar tonight with his team. He thought he should, as it was Dionysus day.
Whenever this one, trivial annual holiday of partying and drinking to honor Dionysus came around, he always tried to find an excuse.
He couldn’t find one this time around. So out of politeness more than anything, he agreed.
The Kapeleion in theory, was a great bar. Inside, it was sculpted out of marble and cold stone, faux columns dotted around everywhere, ivy lined around the polished white granite bar. It was spectacular to see, but it seemed to inhabit the worst people.
It was inevitable that a place so blatantly on the nose of being a bar based on the Twelve Olympians and all the other gods, would be full of people who made their divine parent their entire personality.
When he brought this up previously, Penelope simply said he didn’t have a leg to stand on with that opinion when his ‘daddy’ was a Titan. He didn’t quite like that insinuation, considering he never tells anyone his lineage unless it was necessary.
He walked into The Kapeleion , already pushing past who he suspected to be a group of Ares sons and Athena daughters. He wondered who the ‘alpha’ of their group was. He couldn’t imagine that it was a healthy friendship group if all of them wanted to be the most powerful and strongest in the room.
That's why the BAU fit together so well. Each member had a different divine parent. Emily often referred to the group as the ‘Eight Olympians’ JJ often worried that that title would offend the Gods and grant them bad luck.
Spencer found his way to their usual booth and slid in beside Emily. She was deep in conversation about something that Spencer caught the end of. He was reluctant to ask as he really didn’t want to come tonight, and the less talking he could do the better.
“Hey Spencer” You said as you returned to the table holding a tray of shots. Eyes followed from behind you as you did.
That was the curse of being a daughter to Aphrodite. Despite not wanting constant attention, it followed you wherever you went. Spencer would be the first person to admit that he was one of those eyes.
Whenever you walked into a room, Spencer would look up first. If you smiled, he felt as if he was a sailor being lured in by a siren, When you laughed, he grew hard.
“Hi..Hey” He replied before his mouth could stop the words from coming out quite so tangled.
“Shot?” You offered, holding one up and pushing it in his direction.
“No, No thank you” He held one hand up, shakier than what was normal.
“Come on Reid, You have to do a shot on Dionysus day!” You say as you raise your eyebrows, gently sloshing the liquid around in the tiny plastic cup.
He almost reached out and took it from you. Aphrodite daughters were naturally more persuasive than everyone else. It certainly didn’t help that Spencer would willingly walk and kiss the ground you walked on.
“Not tonight. God Bless Dionysus though” He tried to appease. If he wasn’t drinking to honor Dionysus, he would at least give his blessings.
“More for me!” Penelope said, leaning over to take the shot out of your hand.
You sat down next to Hotch and lent your elbows on the table, leaning forward to focus your attention on Spencer.
You had this natural way of when you talked to someone, you made them feel as if they were the only person in the entire room.
They say all people born to gods and goddesses are born equal. Born with the same level of abilities as your siblings, except Titan children, of course. But Spencer often felt as if Aphrodite herself favoured you the most out of her children.
He had spoken to plenty of children from Aphrodite before, but none of them seemed to have the same effect on him as the way you did. You seemed to slow down time, make everyone else disappear, so it was only Spencer sitting opposite you.
“Dionysus day not your thing?” You asked.
“Not really. I’m just waiting for a Caïssa day” He replied with a smirk.
“Who’s that?”
“The god of Chess”
“Holidays are just days of tradition. It doesn’t need to be national for you to celebrate” You offer, tilting your head and smiling.
“True. Although I think I may be the only one” He glanced down at the table, his finger wiping away some imaginary dust.
“I’d celebrate with you. Granted I don’t have the foggiest idea about Chess, but if you need company i’m your girl”
He knew you were probably being sarcastic. Women like you don’t want to spend their free time playing chess with Spencer on a made up holiday. But with every fibre of his being did he wish you were serious.
“I went on a date with a son of Aphrodite the other day,” Emily announced loudly to the group. Clearly she had too many Homados.
“How did that go?” You asked, knowing smile on your lips.
“Awful. I tried to separate the divinity and the person. But my gods he was just insufferable" She moaned.
“I bet the sex was good though. Aphroditians always provide” You said, leaning over Hotch.
“Speaking from experience?” Morgan teased.
“Of course” You replied with a shrug. “Poseidon’s are pretty good also”
“Poseidon’s ? Surely Aresians would be better no?” Morgan chimed in. Clearly his ego getting the better of him.
You made a tutting noise and shook your head. “Come on, Derek, sons of the earth - shaker? They are basically Aresians without the ego”
Derek didn’t agree, but he seemed to find it hilarious anyway. “Whatever you say”
Penelope then decided to say the one sentence Spencer was sure she had been dying to ask.
“Has anyone slept with a titanite?” She practically whispered.
The whole table snapped their attention to her, she simply smiled and kept looking at Spencer. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
“They are so rare babe, to say we even know a titanite is even rarer, let alone slept with one” JJ said, squeezing Penelope’s arm.
“Why don’t we ask the titanite then?” You suggested, turning your head in a way that you didn’t intend to look sultry but did anyway. “What have the women that you’ve slept with said?”
“Erm…er. They don’t know what I am. I usually tell people I’m a Athenian”
Whilst he said they, he meant she, singular. Just the one Apollonian woman he slept with three years ago. He was sure she wouldn’t have even counted it as sex.
Spencer remembered as he was returning to her house, eternally praying to Coeus to show up and give him guidance. He didn’t. Spencer lost faith that day that his heavenly father was even real.
“Let’s not talk about this” Hotch intervened before Spencer could be prodded much further. Hotch, ever the Zeusius, killed that specific conversation before it could continue.
Spencer sat back and allowed the conversation around him to pick up without him being involved. He preferred that. He enjoyed listening and having his own quiet opinion without feeling the need to share. There were always so many strong personalities in the group, it afforded him the luxury of being silent.
When the night finished, everyone poured out of The Kapeleion, half intent on continuing the night elsewhere at a louder nightclub, the other half quietly disappearing into cabs. Spencer blinked and it was just you and him standing on the street.
“Fancy a walk? I need to sober up” You said, tilting your head and looking up at him.
“Sounds good. You don’t live far from here if memory serves me right?”
“That’s right. I like walking home as there is the statue of Aphrodite on the way. Sometimes I stop and talk to her” You say as you both start to walk side by side. Neither of you in a rush.
“Does she ever talk back?” Spencer asks, already knowing the answer. Seemingly, he was the only man on earth that had only ever spoken to his parent once.
“Not for a while. She would only talk to me when I was going down the wrong road. Clearly I’m in the right place” you paused, tucking your hair behind your ear. “He doesn’t talk to you, does he?”
“No. He introduced himself once, and then hasn’t come back since. He said that will not be his way.” Spencer huffed, a small exhale of air that constituted a laugh.
“They are omnispective right? I think that he’s just simply observing. He’ll only step in when it really matters.”
“I don’t think so. I've been kidnapped, shot at and been in extremely dangerous situations, He should've stepped in really. As the only child to Coeus, it’s not like his time is divided between all his offspring”
“He trusts you. Take it as a good thing. He trusts you enough to be the only child with his gift, Only a god who doesn’t explicitly trust their child wouldn’t show up. After all, You’re technically a god yourself”
People used to tell Spencer that all the time. His parent being a titan made him a god, amongst the Twelve Olympians. All other children of titans described themselves as such, all except Spencer. He was flesh and bone, no different to everyone who walked this earth.
“There she is,” you said, walking towards the statue of Aphrodite.
The goddess stood beneath a marble monopteros, ivy climbing its weathered columns. Pink and white hyacinths bloomed in perfect rings around the temple, each flower pristine. Shrines to Aphrodite had always been breathtaking. But as you stepped before her, it became difficult to tell whether the temple had been built to honour the goddess or to frame one of her daughters.
You looked down at the floor of the shrine at all of the flowers and offerings that had been left. Letters that had been carefully placed, ribbons tied around them, sealed with red wax.
“She’s so beautiful. Even more so in the sunshine” You say quietly, taking in the artistry that had been put into the statue.
“So is her daughter,” Spencer said quietly. He hoped it sounded like a fact, rather than a declaration of his own thoughts.
“Thank you, Spencer” You smiled, catching his eyes. “I must say, for a daughter of aphrodite, I haven’t been lucky with love for a while”
That surprised him. For the amount of time he’s known you, you’ve never not been in a relationship. You’d be in a relationship for a year or two, and soon after jump into another one. You always said that whenever Aphroditie appeared in your dreams, you knew you weren’t in the right relationship and ended it. He assumed that you were on a break from dating.
“You must have your pick of the lot?” Spencer offers.
“I do, but unfortunately, I’m picky. I’m sure it's her fault” you said pointing at Aphrodite. “I’m not sure if they can influence thoughts, but I bet it is. That or i’m delusional and in a state of denial”
“Probably the latter” Spencer answered quickly, causing your hand to gently swat his arm with your hand.
“I guess so. Who am I to argue with a god” you raised your eyebrows at him.
“I’m not a god”
“With a mind like yours, you could be”
You stepped back from the shrine, continuing to walk in the direction of home, Spencer following along, catching up quickly with his wider strides.
The pair of you reached your apartment, standing on the steps leading up to the door. Spencer shifted his weight between two feet. He had no reason to feel as nervous around you as he did. It was just your presence that did that to him.
“Thank you for walking me home. My roommates are probably waiting for me” You say, as soon as you do, two women pop their heads out of the window above you both. Beautiful, but never as much as you. Aphroditians he suspected.
“Who’s your friend?” One of them giggled down, biting her lip at Spencer.
“You coming up darling?” The other one said, winking at him.
“Leave him alone girls, he was only walking me home.” You say, giggling back.
“So chivalrous” One said, her wine glass sloshing around in his hand.
“Ignore them” You say with a smile, taking Spencer's arm by his sleeve and pulling him up to the top of stairs to where they could no longer see. “Three single Aphroditians living in one house is never a good idea”
“It’s alright. My college roommate was one. When he was around it was a constant revolving door”
“I wish I could say I can only imagine. But it’s turned out to be my life”
Spencer scratched the back of his neck, looking away at the door to your apartment. You had a small emblem of Medusa above your door, warding all evil away. He looked at the snakes for a moment too long before speaking.
“I should get going. I’ll…erm… see you on Monday”
“See you later Spencer, have a good weekend”
Spencer smiled and turned to leave, hearing you open the door and walk inside, calling out to your roommates.
When the clock hit midnight, he heard roars all around him from the bars and restaurants, officially celebrating the end of Dionysus day. He wished he could be thankful but he couldn’t. Every month there seemed to be a new holiday commemorating a god. This month Dionysus, next month Hecate day, where you must pet as many dogs as you can for good luck.
As he walked home, he stuck his hand in his pocket and rubbed the back of his lucky coin with his thumb. He carried the same coin around with him wherever he went.
It often brought him comfort, the small penny he found at three and decided to keep. He never received any guidance from his divine parent, so he thought he may as well channel all his chance of luck onto the penny.
Everyone had their quirks. You kept a myrtle leaf inside your purse, Emily had an olive wood bookmark, JJ wore her grandmother’s wedding ring. Even Hotch carried an acorn around with him, even if he denied it, he too carried around a symbol of luck.
Until tonight, he’d been convinced his penny was the only thing that brought him luck. Now he wasn’t quite so certain.
a.n: I did my best to follow what i could about ancient greek mythology. if i got anything wrong, please do let me know.
-Mistie xx
I will be updating this page as the series progesses. So far, this is everything mentioned. I am to make this as easy as possible to follow, however if you need any further clarification, please let me know.
Series Summary:
Ancient Greek mythology isn't mythology, the gods and Titans exist, and their existence is accepted as fact rather than religion.
Every person is born with one divine parent and inherits a single gift inspired by that parent's domain. These gifts are subtle, enhancing natural talents rather than granting supernatural powers.
For example, a child of Poseidon cannot control the sea, but they may possess an instinctive affinity for the ocean, making them exceptional sailors, navigators, or marine specialists.
Divine Parents:
Every person has one divine parent—either a god, goddess, or, in exceptionally rare cases, a Titan.
At some point during childhood, each person meets their divine parent for the first time in a dream, where they introduce themselves and reveal the gift they have inherited. While this first meeting is universal, any future visits are entirely at the discretion of the divine parent.
Some gods and goddesses choose to appear again during moments of great hardship or when their child requires guidance. Others never return after that first meeting.
Children of the Titans are incredibly rare, with only around one in five million people inheriting a Titan as their divine parent. Spencer Reid is one such exception, the only known child of the Titan Coeus.
BAU Team's Divine parents
Spencer Reid - Coeus (Titan)
Coeus is the titan of Intellect, Inquisitive Mind, and the Axis of Heaven.
Inherited gift - Extraordinary intelligence, exceptional memory, unparalleled pattern recognition, and an instinctive ability to solve complex problems and uncover hidden truths.
Reader- Aphrodite (Goddess)
Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty, and desire
Inherited gift - An innate understanding of love and emotional connection, the ability to recognise genuine affection from infatuation or deception, and a natural beauty and charisma that puts others at ease.
Derek Morgan - Ares (God)
Ares represents courage, determination, physical prowess, and refusing to back down.
Inherited gifts - Peak physical ability, sharp combat instincts and fearlessness under pressure.
Aaron Hotchner- Zeus (God)
Zeus, the King of the Gods and ruler of the sky, is renowned for his mastery over weather and divine authority.
Inherited gifts - Natural leadership, commands respect and exceptional composure under pressure.
Emily Prentiss- Athena (Goddess)
Athena is wisdom, diplomacy, languages, strategy, and political intelligence.
Inherited gifts- Strategic thinking, language acquisition, reading people and long-term planning.
Jennifer Jareau (JJ) - Hera (Goddess)
Hera is the goddess of queenship, family, diplomacy and protection.
Inherited gifts- Persuasion, exceptional emotional intelligence, instinctive understanding of relationships and protectiveness.
Penelope Garcia - Hermes (God)
Hermes is the Greek god of trade, travel, thieves, sports, and language, famously known as the messenger of the gods.
Inherited gifts- Master of Network, Improvisation and finding things.
David Rossi- Apollo
Apollo is the ancient Greek god of the sun, light, music, poetry, healing, prophecy, and archery.
Inherited gifts- Intuition, charisma, storytelling and exceptional profiling through observation.
Other Gods, Traditions and significant things mentioned:
Dionysus (God)/ Dionysus Day - Dionysus is the ancient Greek god of wine, winemaking, orchards, vegetation, festivity, ritual madness, and theater. Each year, people honor him by partying, drinking and socialising.
The Kapeleion (plural: Kapeleia) were taverns or public houses in ancient Greece. Unlike the elite drinking parties known as symposia, these casual and communal establishments were frequented by the general public.
Homados - was the personification of the din of battle and the confusion of war. He represents the chaotic shouts of men, the cries of the wounded, and the deafening clash of weapons. Within the Providence, Emily drinks a Homados, an alcoholic drink named after the daimon which makes her significantly louder.
Medusa Emblem - Historically, in Greek mythology, the severed head of Medusa was a potent emblem used by ancient heroes and warriors to ward off evil and instill fear in adversaries. This is still commonly used on doors and buildings.
Hecate - Hecate is an ancient Greek goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, the moon, and crossroads. She is famously associated with dogs, specifically black hounds. In mythology, these hounds are her loyal companions, warders between realms, and fierce protectors of the dead. On Hecate Day, it is tradition to pet as many dogs as possible to ensure luck.
a.n : I'll be posting the first chapter this afternoon most likey. I'm currently on my way to Nandos ;
Series Pinterest Board - A Guide to the Divine World (Series references guide)
Summary : In a modern world where every person inherits a divine gift from their Greek parent, children of the gods are ordinary. Children of the Titans are legends. As Aphrodite's daughter, you've spent your life understanding love while never finding it. As the son of Coeus, Spencer Reid has always believed intelligence can solve anything. Neither of you expected to become each other's greatest weakness.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Eventual Smut. AU in which everyone is a decendant of a ancient greek god or godess. E.g Spencer's obessed with you, the daughter of Aphrodite.
──────────Navigation
Chapter one -Sons and daughters
a.n: I don't expect this to be a long series. This came to me in a dream and I had to try it out.
I'm writing this on google docs and I literally have the text in times new roman and the background an eggshell white and it looks so good i'm only slightly annoyed I can't do this on Tumblr to really sell the experience.
Publishing in the next few days....hopefully.
summary: you know you shouldn't sleep with spencer, he is your roomate after all...yet you both can't stay away...
pairing: spencer reid x roommate fem!reader
warnings: 1k words 18+ MDNI, porn with no plot, unprotected p in v, soft!dom spencer, brief fingering, kinda forbidden love if you squint (god i'm awful at warnings, you fuck okay?)
(any series spencer is applicable, picture used does not necessarily depict fic spencer)
“This really is the last time” You told Spencer whilst his hands tightened in your hair. His lips attached to the sensitive part of your neck.
“Sure it is” He mumbled against your jaw, his hot breath making you feel weaker at the knees.
You said the same thing to him a week ago. Both of you knew this wasn’t going to be last time. Ever since you came home slightly tipsy and horny, seeing Spencer walk out of the shower with his towel hung low around his hips, hair messy and wild, your brain said fuck it and removed his towel and sunk onto your knees.
The next morning he approached you as you were cooking breakfast. Didn’t say a word, just slid his hand in your hair behind your head and kissed you like you were the air he breathed, before picking you up and putting you on the counter, taking off your shorts and proceeding to eat you out like you were his last meal.
You both knew if you were fucking that day as soon as you woke. It would be in the air, the slightest imperceivable shift in the atmosphere of understanding that would lead to the both of you ravishing each other on the sofa before you even said one word.
Today was one of those days. He walked out of his bedroom, looked you in the eyes and you knew. Nothing needed to be said as it was apparent in the way he looked at you.
Spencer's hands were holding you up by the back of your thighs as he walked the both of you to his bedroom, kicking the door with his foot, all without breaking the kiss. His colleagues said he was uncoordinated, you failed to see where they came to this conclusion.
He placed you down on the bed, his body sliding in between your legs instantaneously. The heels of your feet rubbed down the back of his calves as your fingers twisted in his hair.
You palmed him through his thin boxers, his hips jutting forward to chase the friction, moaning against your mouth. Your teeth grazed his bottom lip before your tongue glided in.
Spencer’s cock twitched under your palm, already half-hard and thickening fast as you rubbed him through the thin cotton. He ground down harder, letting you feel every inch of him swelling against your hand while his tongue pushed deeper into your mouth, hot and insistent.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and yanked them down in one rough tug. He didn’t waste time, two thick fingers slid straight through your folds, finding you already slick. He circled your clit once, twice, then pushed one finger inside you, curling it deep as his thumb kept working that sensitive spot.
He pumped his finger in and out, before sliding in another, the wet sound of it filling the room. His free hand shoved your shirt up, exposing your chest, and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the stiff peak while his fingers kept fucking you.
You arched up into him, legs spreading wider around his hips. Your hand slipped inside his boxers and wrapped around his bare cock, stroking him from root to tip, thumb swiping over the leaking head. Spencer groaned into your breast, hips jerking forward into your fist.
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean before shoving his boxers down just far enough to free himself. The thick length slapped against your inner thigh, hot and heavy. He lined himself up, rubbing the head through your wetness a few times, then pushed in with one steady thrust until his hips met yours.
Spencer didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you hard and deep, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. Each snap of his hips drove his cock all the way in, the head hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your nails dug into his back as he buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin while he pounded into you.
“Still think this is the last time?” he growled against your throat, voice strained as he kept driving into you. His hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, your pussy clenching around him every time he bottomed out.
He shifted his angle slightly, grinding down harder on each stroke, and your orgasm hit fast—your whole body tightening as you came around his cock, pulsing and squeezing him. Spencer fucked you through it, pace never slowing, chasing his own release while you trembled beneath him.
Living with Spencer was like living with Dr Jekyll, the composed, kind and well mannered man who asked how you were. Sex with Spencer was Mr Hyde, the man who ignored all reasoning and fucked you until your legs were sore. The polarity between the two was a mental whiplash to decipher. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He drove into you quicker now, the sound of skin on skin slapping in the otherwise silent room, eyes interlocked. Mouths inches apart as you shared the same air. How could something be so intimate with so little words shared between the two of you? You didn’t know, you didn’t care.
His cock hardened within you, you squeezed your walls tighter in response. He thrusted hard once, twice, three times before he spilled into you with a low groan, dropping his head onto your forehead. You interlocked your feet at his hips, keeping him locked in place.
You saw the second Mr Hyde left and Dr Jekyll returned, his eyes changing from dark brown, almost black to light honey hazel. Lust changing to tenderness. He rested on his elbow as he pushed one strand of hair away from your face.
You did the same, moving one curl away from his eyes, tucking it gently back into place. It was only then did you realise that this really should be last time, not when he’s looking at you with so much admiration you don’t know what to do with it.
But you know there will never be a last time.
a:n I got horny so I wrote this to make me feel better :) might make this into a short fic series with no real plot, just an excuse for me to write smut
-Mistie xx
Taglist (comment if you want to be added): @sweet-t33a @unlikelylovebarbarian @cocoabears.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ locked in limbo - spencer reid x bombshell!reader
⟢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 an unsub locks you and spencer reid in a utility closet. turns out the lack of personal space is significantly more dangerous than the unsub
⟢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 MINORS DNI +18 readers inability to take ANYTHING seriously, reader is simply a girl and spencer is simply a man, spencer says sorry (like a lot), two flustering rambling messes, two horny mf, just a tad (a very small amount) of unintentional dry humping!!, reader is stubborn as hell, spencer gets a boner, an almost kiss!!!, they are so awkward, avoidant reader (it’s seriously an issue atp)
⟢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3.4k
⟢ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 okay so this isn’t smut smut (i promise we’ll get there) but hey, at least things are getting somewhat heated (I PROMISE NO MORE SLOW BURN DONT HATE ME) and oh how i would love to be locked in a closet with spencer reid
𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥!𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
the old warehouse on the outskirts of richmond was supposed to be a quick sweep.
you and spencer had been sent to check the upper-level storage rooms for overlooked evidence while the rest of the team worked the main floor.
the building was a maze of narrow hallways and half-collapsed shelving units, the air thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of rust. every step echoed a little too loudly against the concrete.
“you know,” you said, flashlight sweeping lazily across rusted beams overhead, “for a guy who thinks my iced coffee is a personal attack against humanity, you’re being suspiciously quiet about the unsub’s very obvious symmetry obsession.”
spencer turns to you, eyebrow cocked in a way that he usually did. you continued. “every victim posed the exact same way? i mean come on, that’s some virgo-level control issues.”
spencer huffed a laugh behind you. “i’m not quiet. i’m thinking. and statistically, people with obsessive-compulsive traits often gravitate toward symmetrical patterns as a way to impose order on chaos.”
“mhm. virgo behavior,” you corrected.
“its psychology.”
“aw,” you looked over your shoulder with a grin, “not into zodiacs? tragic.”
you squinted looking at the grime across the floors. “should i assume you’ve also been secretly judging the organization system on my desk this entire time?”
“your desk isn’t organized,” he replied easily, stepping closer to peer into the next room beside you. “it’s aesthetically pleasing in its disorder. like a jackson pollock painting with coffee stains.”
you laughed, low and bright, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls. “that almost sounded like a compliment.”
“it was,” he said without thinking, and the sincerity in his voice made your steps falter for half a second.
“you’re too kind,” you pushed open the door to a small utility closet, flashlight cutting through the darkness.
“this looks promising,” you muttered, shining your flashlight toward old electrical panels and dusty shelves. “if i were hiding evidence, i’d definitely pick the world’s creepiest janitor closet.”
you stepped inside first. spencer leaned in behind you, trying to angle around your shoulder for a better look.
then—
a violent shove slammed into spencer’s back.
he stumbled forward with a startled curse, his body colliding with yours hard enough to knock you against the far wall. your flashlight flew from your hand, clattering uselessly somewhere near your feet as the metal door slammed shut behind him with a deafening clang.
for a chaotic second, everything was noise and motion — spencer caught himself at the last possible second, hands bracing hard against the wall on either side of your head to keep from crushing you beneath him. your skull knocked lightly against concrete, a sharp sting blooming at the base of your neck.
“ow— shit.“ you muttered.
an emergency light overhead flickered weakly to life, washing the tiny room in dim orange light.
suddenly there was nowhere to look except him.
so everything went still.
barely inches away, chest rising hard against yours, breath warm across your face. one of his thighs had ended up wedged between yours during the impact, pinning you more effectively than the wall behind you ever could. his hands were still planted on either side of your head, fingers spread against the concrete.
neither of you moved.
your pulse slammed violently against your ribs.
you could see every detail this close. the faint freckles scattered over his nose. the way his lashes cast shadows against his cheeks under the flickering light.
his lips parted slightly as he caught his breath.
god.
spencer swallowed hard. his voice came out rough, barely above a whisper.
“you okay?” he asked quietly.
you couldn’t help but notice his voice came out rougher than usual.
you opened your mouth to answer and realized, horrifyingly, that your brain had stopped functioning somewhere around the moment his body hit yours.
“i uhm—” your throat felt dry. “yeah. i just hit my head a little.”
the tension in the tiny space was suddenly unbearable.
spencer shifted immediately at your answer, trying to pull back and give you room, but there was no room.
the movement only made his chest brush yours harder, and the contact sent a humiliating wave of heat straight through you. he reached behind him blindly for the handle and tried it.
locked.
his jaw tightened slightly as he rattled it harder. “it’s jammed from the outside.”
you could hear footsteps retreating calmly down the hallway outside. not rushing. just leaving with a type of ease that frustrated you.
“okay,” you muttered, forcing your voice to steady. “so fortunately he’s not trying to kill us. he just wanted us contained.”
spencer nodded automatically, agreeing with you and already pulling out his phone. unfortunately for the two of you, it had no signal.
of course the thick concrete walls and old wiring blocked everything.
the closet was barely big enough for both of you standing shoulder-to-shoulder. your back stayed pressed against the wall while spencer practically folded himself around you trying not to crowd you more than he already was.
“great,” you sighed. “exactly what i needed today. trapped in a fricking broom closet ”
despite everything, spencer let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
“i’m sorry,” he said immediately after, earnest enough to make guilt flicker in your chest. “i should’ve checked the door positioning before i—“
“reid,” your voice softened despite yourself. “it’s not your fault.”
the problem wasn’t the closet.
the problem was that your body apparently had no interest in cooperating with your common sense anymore.
because spencer was close. so close you could feel every breath he took. so close that if you tilted your head even slightly—
no. nope.
absolutely not.
your brain scrambled uselessly while your body betrayed you in increasingly horrifying ways. every inch of you felt hyperaware—the heat radiating off him, the smell of cedar, coffee and him clinging to his sweater. the solid weight of him braced around you.
your back threatened to arch toward him on instinct alone.
which was deeply, deeply unhelpful.
spencer looked just as wrecked. he could smell your perfume— that soft vanilla and something warmer, almost spicy, that always lingered on your skin.
he could see every mark and freckle on your face, the way your lips were slightly parted, glowing underneath the overhead lights with remainders of gloss as you tried to steady your breathing.
he cleared his throat abruptly.
“the, uh, average person can survive in an enclosed space this size for approximately four to five hours before carbon dioxide levels become dangerous, so statistically we should be—”
“reid,” you groaned immediately. “if you start quoting survival rates at me right now, i will find a way to strangle you in this closet.”
his cheeks flushed instantly. “right. sorry.”
the silence that followed was thick.
god, he was close.
you shifted slightly, trying to create even an inch of distance between you, and your hips brushed his by accident.
spencer inhaled sharply and your own breath caught hard enough to hurt.
both of you froze.
“sorry,” you muttered too quickly, nerves making your voice sharper than intended. “little difficult to maneuver when I’m trapped with someone who’s basically built like a tree.”
“i’m trying to give you space,” he said helplessly, visibly flustered. “there just… isn’t any.”
he looked pretty when he was overwhelmed.
and that realization nearly killed you on the spot.
“try your comm again,” you said quickly, words spilling too fast now. “i’d like to believe the team notices when we disappear.”
“i already did.” his voice stayed low. “no answer.”
great.
you tipped your head back against the wall with a quiet thunk, staring at the ceiling like divine intervention might suddenly appear and save you from yourself.
your hands stayed clenched tightly at your sides because if you let yourself move, even a little, you weren’t entirely convinced you wouldn’t do something catastrophically stupid.
“are you claustrophobic?” spencer asked softly after a moment.
“what?” You blinked at him. “no.”
he hesitated. “you just seem nervous.”
heat climbed violently into your face. “i’m not nervous.”
his expression shifted immediately into something quietly skeptical.
you groaned softly. “this is just the least personal space I’ve had with another human being in a while so obviously i’m—“
you couldn’t find a word to finish that sentence that wouldn’t put you in an even more uncomfortable spot. but his mouth twitched faintly, which was somewhat reassuring.
“sorry,” he murmured again.
you forced yourself to look anywhere except directly at him, but it didn’t help much when he was practically surrounding you. his sweater brushed your arms every time either of you breathed too deeply.
you squeezed your eyes shut, seemingly in pain. you muttered something under your breath, glaring toward the locked door like it had personally ruined your life.
“how long has it been? have they not noticed we’ve been missing for, like, an aggressively concerning amount of time?”
you shifted your weight again, trying to ease the ache creeping into your legs from standing twisted into the world’s worst position for what felt like an eternity.
unfortunately, the movement dragged your hips lightly against spencer’s thigh.
heat shot straight up your spine.
fantastic.
“let me get to the door,” you said quickly, already trying to maneuver around him before your brain could fully process the sensation. you just needed to get out.
spencer visibly tensed. “i don’t think that’s physically possible with our current positioning—”
“negative nancy,” you muttered.
you pressed yourself flatter against the wall, attempting to slide sideways past him. the closet immediately punished you for the attempt.
there simply wasn’t enough room.
every movement created friction somewhere— your thigh brushing his, your hips accidentally rolling against him as you tried to twist around his taller frame. the confined space forced your bodies together no matter what you did.
it was unbearable and the worst part was that your body was reacting to it.
“come on,” you insisted, leaning your back more firmly against the wall “try to balance off the wall here. if i can just twist a little—”
soencer stammered. “i don’t think—”
every tiny point of contact sent another humiliating spark through you, heat blooming lower in your stomach in a way that made you want to scream.
“seriously,” you muttered under your breath, still trying to shimmy around him, “this would be significantly easier if you weren’t so goddamn—“
spencer sucked in a sharp breath. his hand shot out beside your head, fingers gripping the metal shelf hard enough for his knuckles to go white.
“can you stop moving?” he asked.
“oh my god,” you snapped defensively, glaring up with burning cheeks. “i’m trying to get us out of here.”
you twisted again stubbornly, trying to gain leverage but the slow drag of your hips against his this time was unmistakable.
a small, frustrated sound escaped your throat before you could stop it and spencer’s eyes snapped shut for half a second like he was actively fighting for his life.
“stop squirming,” he said again, rougher now.
“i’m not squirming,” you shot back automatically, even as you shifted again trying to relieve the unbearable awareness crawling under your skin. “it’s cramped in here. what exactly do you want me to do, reid? levitate?”
a quiet, strangled noise left the back of his throat. “you’re moving a lot,”.
you rolled your eyes despite the violent heat climbing into your face. “sorry my existence is inconveniencing you.”
“that’s not what i said.”
“should i stop breathing too while i’m at it?” you rambled on. “might solve the carbon dioxide issue faster.”
“that’s not—” he swallowed hard. “i’m just saying if you could maybe stay still for five seconds—”
you adjusted your stance one last time, trying to ease the ache in your legs. the movement dragged your hips slowly against him again and spencer’s breath punched out of him like you’d physically hit him.
suddenly his hands shot down and landed on your hips, fingers gripping firmly to hold you in place.
“please.” he said, voice cracking lightly “just… stop moving”
you froze instantly, your entire body going still beneath his hands.
your pulse thundered in your ears as you stared up at him. his pupils were blown wide in the dim orange light. his cheeks were flushed deep red, breathing uneven and shallow like he’d forgotten how lungs worked.
and then—
oh.
oh.
you could feel him hard against your lower stomach through his slacks, impossible to misunderstand.
your face went violently hot and for one horrifying second, your brain completely blanked.
fuck.
“oh,” you breathed before you could stop yourself.
spencer looked like he wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole.
“yeah,” he said weakly, staring somewhere over your shoulder instead of at your face.
spencer’s grip on your hips tightened slightly— not pushing you away, but clearly fighting the urge to pull you closer. his fingers trembled against you.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered after a second, mortified. “i can’t really control it. not when you’re—”
the unfinished words hung between you anyway.
you swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of every inch of your body. of the slick warmth pooling low in your stomach. of how badly your thighs wanted to press together for relief.
which was a problem.
a massive one.
because now your brain had decided to betray you completely.
now all you could picture was spencer kissing you breathless in this tiny closet. his hands sliding under your shirt. the sound he’d make if you actually moved against him on purpose instead of by accident.
“no— it’s,” you forced out a shaky laugh that died almost immediately. “i mean… it’s mostly my fault.”
spencer made a quiet sound that was halfway between a groan and nervous laughter.
“biology,” you added weakly, because apparently your brain had given up entirely. “its whatever.”
“right,” he breathed. “biology.”
neither of you acknowledged the fact that he still hadn’t let go of your hips. and you definitely didn’t ask him to.
the tension in the tiny room felt almost alive now.
you could see spencer trying not to think about it. trying not to look at your mouth. trying not to pull you closer even though every muscle in his body looked painfully tense with restraint.
a few strands of hair had fallen into your face during all the struggling, sticking annoyingly to your cheek. you tried to lift your arm to fix it and immediately hit the limitations of the closet again.
“jesus,” you muttered. “there’s hair in my face.”
you awkwardly attempted again to tuck it back.
“this is ridiculous,” you rambled nervously. “how are we supposed to survive in here if i can’t even move my own arm—”
spencer shifted carefully. “you’re not going to be able to—”
“i can sure as hell try.”
he looked at you then with that familiar expression— equal parts exasperated and weirdly fond.
very carefully, spencer pulled back just enough to free one hand from your hip. then, slower than necessary, he reached up and tucked the loose strands behind your ear. his fingers brushed your cheek gently in the process.
everything inside you stopped.
your thoughts. your breathing. your pulse.
all of it.
spencer’s expression had gone strangely focused, like fixing your hair required his full concentration. his fingertips lingered near your ear a second too long before sliding lightly along your cheekbone.
he could feel your gaze fixated on him, causing him to look down at you.
your eyes had gone wide, pupils blown dark in the dim emergency lighting. your lips were slightly parted, chest rising too quickly beneath him.
spencer’s mouth parted slightly too.
his hand lingered, cupping your cheek and letting his thumb caress your cheekbone. your faces were so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face.
your skin was prickling with heat that had nothing to do with the confined space and everything to do with the way he was looking at you.
your fingers twitched helplessly at your sides before curling into the front of his sweater instead, gripping the fabric tightly like you needed something solid to anchor yourself to.
you didn’t pull him closer. you didn’t push him away. you just held on, breath shaky, heart hammering so hard it felt like it might crack your ribs.
spencer’s eyes darkened immediately at the feeling. his gaze dropped to your mouth again, lingering this time, no longer pretending he wasn’t looking.
his thumb stilled briefly against your cheek before slowly tracing the edge of your lower lip.
what caught you so off god was how badly you wanted him to close the distance. how badly you wanted this.
holy fuck.
not casually. not experimentally. not as some reckless impulse you could laugh off later.
you wanted him. you wanted to close the distance and forget every reason why you shouldn’t.
spencer’s breathing had turned uneven now, shaky against your mouth as his hand slid carefully from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair.
he leaned in slowly, like he was giving you time to stop him.
his forehead rested against yours first, noses brushing softly together. your eyes fluttered half-shut and just as he got an inch closer to close the space between the two of you— the door to the closet was violently yanked open.
bright flashlights flooded the tiny space, blinding you both. multiple voices shouted at once.
“fbi! hands where we can see them!”
“step back! now!”
you and spencer jerked apart like you’d both been electrocuted.
his hands vanished from you immediately.
your back slammed hard against the wall as officers flooded the doorway, guns drawn before realization hit their faces.
the world came crashing violently back into place. your heart was pounding for an entirely different reason now. panic surged through you sharp and immediate.
What the actual fuck?
you had almost kissed him. on a case. trapped in a closet. while he was hard against you and you were internally losing your mind over it.
the officers quickly lowered their weapons once they recognized the two of you, apologizing while helping clear the doorway.
you stepped out on shaky legs, immediately smoothing down your shirt and avoiding spencer’s gaze entirely.
he looked just as wrecked— cheeks burning, breathing uneven, one hand still hovering like he didn’t know what to do with it now that it wasn’t touching you.
you forced a shaky, too-bright smile at the nearest officer, falling back into your usual confident persona like armor, even as your legs felt unsteady beneath you.
“perfect timing,” you joked weakly. “we were just running out of oxygen and conversation topics in there.”
morgan appeared moments later with emily close behind him, both looking alarmed.
emily’s eyes flicked between you and spencer immediately— your flushed cheeks and slightly messy hair, the way neither of you were quite looking at each other.
“you guys okay?” she asked carefully.
“yeah,” you answered much too fast. “totally fine. turns out being shoved into a utility closet by an unsub is surprisingly inconvenient. very little leg room.”
morgan’s eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down, then over at spencer, who was standing a few feet away, still visibly rattled. “you look flushed, you sure you’re ok?”
you laughed too loudly. “hot box situation. divide air supply by two and apparently everybody starts suffering.”
“we were trying not to suffocate,” you continued quickly, gesturing vaguely toward spencer. “reid spent the entire time calculating carbon dioxide levels.”
your gaze flicked involuntarily to spencer again. he was already looking at you— eyes dark, expression unreadable, cheeks still faintly pink.
the second your eyes met, something electric crackled between you. you looked away first, swallowing thickly.
“you’re sure you’re okay?” emily asked again.
“absolutely,” you said brightly. too brightly. “just a very sweaty team-building exercise. ten out of ten. would not recommend.”
morgan snorted, but his attention shifted toward spencer now.
“you good over there, pretty boy? you’re awfully quiet.”
spencer cleared his throat immediately and adjusted himself in a way that hit the front of his lower body.
your face went hot all over again at the realization.
“i’m fine,” he said carefully. “just glad we’re out.”
the words were simple, but the way he said them— low, a little strained— made your stomach twist.
you could still feel the ghost of his thumb against your lip. still feel his hands on your hips.
emily glanced between both of you one more time before speaking carefully. “hotch wants a debrief in twenty. you two okay to head back?”
“yep,” you answered instantly, already walking toward the exit before anyone could look at you too closely. “totally good. let’s go.”
you started walking, but you could feel spencer’s eyes on your back the entire way. the tension between you hadn’t disappeared when the door opened— if anything, it had followed you out, thicker and heavier than before.
because now you knew exactly what would’ve happened if you’d had five more seconds alone with him.
and if you let him get any closer than he was already getting, you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to push him away again.
Spencer agrees to let Honey take his virginity, although it takes little convincing....
Pairing : Spencer Reid X Original Character Honey.
Warnings: SMUT. Handjob,Blowjob, PinV, creampie...fingering, mating press position?....she rides him for like two seconds. Its kinda sweet at the end (almost). Spencer loses his virginity idk what else to say!
W/C : 8.7K of mostly smut.
Half Proofread, half not - I'll get around to it eventually.
Honey spent the best part of her night after Spencer left with either her fingers or vibrator between her thighs.
He knew how to kiss. He may have had no compliments after his kisses previously, but that was probably out of shock. Spencer kissed her he wanted to fuck her. He let her take the lead out of nerves, but that soon went out the window when he lent into it.
When he came? All of Honey's thoughts about boundaries went out of the window momentarily. She wasn’t lying when she said it was the hottest thing she’s ever seen. He thought the kiss was that good that he physically couldn’t hold himself back even if he tried. Honey had to hold herself back too, if she didn’t respect Spencer as much as she did, she would’ve climbed all over him and most likely tried to make him come all over again.
Honey couldn't help feeling guilty for allowing herself to indulge in all of this when the lessons were supposed to be for Spencer's benefit. She'd offered because she wanted to make amends, to give him the confidence she'd slowly realised he never truly had. But if she was being honest with herself, that hadn't been the only reason. Somewhere beneath all of that sat a far more selfish motive. She enjoyed spending time with him.
There had always been something about Spencer that drew her in. Of course he was handsome, she'd never been blind to that, but it was something deeper that had only become clear over the last few weeks. For two years, they'd hidden behind arguments, both so convinced the other was impossible that neither of them had stopped to notice how similar they actually were.
With every evening they spent together, bound by the unspoken agreement not to argue, Honey learnt more about him than she'd ever expected. She discovered she genuinely liked listening to him. She didn't know the first thing about chess, nor did she particularly care about probability or pattern recognition, but she could've listened to Spencer talk about them for hours. The passion in his voice, the way his hands moved without him realising, the smile that appeared whenever he forgot to be self-conscious, she found herself wanting to ask about every obscure hobby he had simply so she could watch him explain it.
She regretted the last two years more than she'd expected. If they'd dropped the hostility sooner, if one of them had swallowed their pride and bothered to have an actual conversation, she was almost certain they would've become good friends.
Then again... perhaps none of this would've happened if they had. They never would've ended up at that diner, never would've started the lessons, never would've found themselves slowly dismantling the walls they'd spent so long building around each other.
It pained Honey to think that Spencer had only agreed because he needed help, and she happened to be the only person willing to offer it. She still wasn't entirely convinced he actually liked her. Tolerated her, perhaps. Trusted her enough to let her teach him. But liking her? She wasn't so sure.
And yet... She'd seen the way he looked at her, even before the kiss.
His eyes had always been expressive, despite how desperately he tried to hide it. Somewhere over the last few weeks, the annoyance she'd grown so accustomed to had quietly disappeared, replaced instead by something softer. He smiled now. Not all the time, but often enough that she'd begun to notice. He'd learnt that when she raised her voice, it wasn't anger. It was amusement. He'd stopped bracing himself for a fight and started leaning into the conversation instead.
Honey walked into the morning briefing late as usual. In all fairness, today more than usual she had a lot on her mind, and was running on far less sleep. She should’ve been in an irritable mood, but for once, she was content with only five hours sleep.
“Good Morning guys!” She said, squeezing past everyone and making sure that for once, she didn’t barge into Spencer's shoulder. Of course, she should’ve kept up appearances, but she decided to show him some mercy, plus it was one hell of a kiss and she wanted to let him know as subtlety as she could.
“How nice of you to show up,” Spencer huffed with a smirk. Before last week, Honey would’ve assumed this was out of annoyance or pettiness. Now, she saw it for what it was, a tease.
“I know, I’m just so sweet like that” She sat down quietly next to Spencer, pulling her laptop out of her bag and logging in.
“Honey, please make sure you are on time. I understand we cover cases in our briefings, but there may be information relevant to you” Hotch said from the front of the table. He didn’t seem that annoyed. He never was with Honey.
It was a well known fact that Honey was the favourite. Mostly because she fetched him coffees and got him out of meetings he didn’t want to attend. Because of Honey, he never attended budget meetings or project meetings.
“Sorry, I was here at eight, but Anderson stopped me in hallway and wouldn’t let me go”
Both Morgan and Emily snorted, knowing full well Anderson wasn’t her favourite person. He was a little too much of a brown noser for her liking. Constantly up Strauss's ass that she could open her mouth and you’d see the top of his head behind her molars.
“What did he want?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“A whole lot of nothing, he started with talking about the modernisation of the FBI website project and then ended on asking me on a date”
Spencer's leg had been entirely still until she said the word date, Honey noticed that as soon as the word left her mouth, his leg began to nervously jump underneath the table.
“You didn’t say yes, right? That would be going against your moral code of conduct!” Emily laughed. Looking at both Morgan and Honey.
“She said no,” Morgan said with a smile so bright the light reflected off of his teeth. “That’s because we haven’t arranged our date yet have we, Honey?”
“Derek! Flirting with your colleagues is reserved to me only!” Penelope said, smacking the side of his bicep, making the point to squeeze it gently. Which only prompted him to flex the muscle, winking at her.
“Don’t worry Garcia, he only does it to make you jealous. But no, I said no to Anderson. I think I’d rather drink five pints of paint then go on a date with him”
“Okay Okay, Can we get back on track please?” Hotch commanded, rubbing a hand down his face before clearing his throat, preparing to talk about whatever grisly case the team were facing next.
Honey looked over to Spencer. Usually in morning briefings, anytime she glanced his way, he would make the point to not look at her, this time, he was already staring right at her.
She gave him the smallest smile, one that no one else around the table would be able to decipher if they saw. A smile that meant reassurance, one of acknowledgement. Spencer reciprocated. Only the tiniest uplift of the corner of his mouth, but it was enough to know he was okay.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
When the team filtered out of the meeting an hour later, Honey stayed in the room typing up actions, as they were fresh in her memory. Whilst she appreciated the quiet, it also had something to do with the fact once she got told off for arguing with Spencer once they reached their desks and forgetting to do it.
This time, Spencer stayed lingering around, flipping though the case file in front of him, clearly trying to put on a show for the rest of the team that starred in through the glass windows from the bullpen below.
“I slept on it,” he said quietly. Purposefully looking down at the page in front of him. It astounded Honey that he was willing to discuss losing his virginity whilst staring at a crime scene photo.
“I’m surprised you slept at all. I didn’t much after last night”
From the corner of her eyes, she saw him swallow hard, blink a few times, and attempt to reread the same sentence for a second time.
“What does that mean?” He asked. Honey smiled, he knew exactly what she meant.
“You got to come. It was only right I did too”
Spencer’s eyes gently rolled to the back of his head, shifting in his seat and pushing himself further under the table to try and conceal the tent growing in his slacks.
“I didn’t realise you liked it so much. I thought you were trying to make me feel better” He said quietly, like he didn’t believe what he was saying.
“Like I said last night, I've never seen anything as hot as that in my life. You want to know what I was thinking about?”
He hummed in acknowledgement and agreement as soon as the words left her mouth. His foot returned to bouncing up and down under the table.
Honey grabbed one of the files in front of her, holding it in one hand, pretending to read as she placed her free hand on Spencer's thigh. “I imagined that instead of sitting next to you, I straddled your lap…”
Her hand began its rise up his leg, gently scratching the fabric with her nails. “....and I kissed you like I did yesterday…”
Spencer's breath hitched when she reached the top of his thigh, just below where his cock was straining against his slacks. She squeezed his thigh once, before running one nail against his length. “...and I grinded against you..”
She then ran her thumb over the head, managing to twist her wrist just enough to touch the sensitive underside. Spencer had been keeping his composure up until this point, trying his hardest to read the long forgotten case file in his hands. As soon as she touched him properly, he couldn’t help but let a whine escape him.
“As you can imagine, it feels much better” She rolled her palm flat against him once, then descended back down his thigh, tapping once when she reached his knee before removing her hand entirely.
She looked over at Spencer who had lost all composure. His eyes had blown out so wide they were practically black, completely glossed over, his cheeks the reddest she had ever seen them, mouth slightly agape.
“Of course I imagined we did so much more. But I'd hate for you to ruin your lovely trousers” She said with a smirk, watching his hand come up to run it through his hair.
Spencer seemingly had forgotten how to talk. His mouth kept opening like he was going to say something, but nothing followed.
“Let me know when you’re ready to make that into reality” She said softly, collecting her laptop and standing, smoothing the back of her skirt as she did.
She didn’t look behind her as she walked out, but she could bet her life on the fact that Spencer was watching, his eyes half lidded, cursing her and praising her all at once.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Five whole minutes after she left the briefing room did Spencer follow. He wasn’t trying to cleverly try and hide his crotch, so she assumed he managed to will his erection away.
They worked opposite each other silently for two whole hours. She was convinced that perhaps she took it too far in touching him at work like she did and that's why he wasn’t talking. It could also be that he was so incredibly turned on that it shocked him into silence. She wished it was the latter.
Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed quietly beside her, she already knew it would be from Spencer from the way he spent minutes staring at his phone, clearly typing and deleting every word he wrote.
Dr Knowitall (Work)
Tonight 8pm. If available.
Your place or mine?
-Spencer. R
Honey should probably change his name in her contacts. She couldn’t help but still smile at how she used to see his name flash on her phone and recoil, she also couldn’t stand the fact she was now smiling.
im free
your place.
They didn’t talk for the rest of the day after that. Honey prayed with every fibre of her being that they weren’t called on a case last minute. She suspected Spencer felt the same.
At 4pm, Spencer stood and made his way to Hotch’s office with his satchel on his shoulder, gripping it so tightly it highly accentuated the veins in his hands. Honey had noticed his veins before, always calling them the most annoyingly and frustratingly beautiful thing about him. Now? She couldn’t wait to feel those hands all over her body.
He emerged two minutes later, approaching his desk and gathering the rest of his papers, shoving them into his satchel with unusual little care. “Everything okay Spencer?”
“Yeah, I have a dentist appointment I forgot about.” He said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“You forgot about an appointment? Spencer you’re losing your edge” Honey said, playing along with his lie.
“Well it wasn’t in my calendar. So someone clearly isn’t doing their job” He bit back with a playful hint to his voice.
“How am I supposed to know you have a poorly tooth if you don’t tell me?” Honey pouted her lip, forcing him to look at her mouth. She saw the instant internal conflict raging in his head.
“Whatever, I’ll see you all later”
Honey knew he was actually speaking to her, but he wouldn’t be so brave to be kind to her directly publicly yet. That would take time, and plenty of build up.
Like she said before, one thing at a time.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Spencer got home at five and spent the whole afternoon furiously tidying his whole apartment. He found creative places to store his thousands of books, dusted every surface, washed up the plates he left in the sink, cleaned his bathroom from top to bottom, changed his bedsheets twice after he realised that his StarWars themed set might be a touch childish, and showered.
As he was showering, he spent two minutes looking at his cock, trying to decide whether to shave. Luckily for Spencer, he remembered everything Honey had ever said. He hated hearing about her wild weekends at the time, now he couldn’t thank her enough. She said that she preferred neat and tidy. He assumed that meant hair there but clipped. So instead of shaving completely, he finally had a use for the beard trimmer Morgan got him for Christmas three years ago.
When he stepped out of the shower, he trimmed his nails, brushed his teeth for four minutes instead of two, and tried to brush the back of his tongue, before immediately gagging and giving up. He wondered if she would take him into his mouth. He stopped thinking about it immediately when he felt his dick twitch.
He changed into plaid pajama bottoms and a plain dark grey T-Shirt and spent his last remaining twenty minutes before Honey arrived to read the female anatomy section of Grey's Anatomy. Of course he realised that this wouldn’t give him any insight into how to pleasure a woman, but at least he could refresh his brain into remembering what was what and hopefully where to find it.
At 8pm on the dot, Honey surprised him by knocking dead on time. He liked to think it was because she was excited, but he knew it was probably to make a point that she isn’t always late. Spencer scrambled up from his seat, threw the hefty medical journal to the corner of the room, and went to the door, wiping his already sweaty hands on his pants.
“Hey”
“Hey back” she said whilst making it very obvious she was looking up and down at him. Pausing momentarily at his groin, the smallest smirk appeared. He didn’t bother wearing boxers as he assumed (hoped to god) that they wouldn’t stay on long anyway.
Spencer moved out the way to let her in, closing the door behind her with a soft click. He took the time to take in what she decided to wear, a matching pajama set, pants and a tank top, white soft cotton with a small lilac flower print.
She had never looked better in his opinion. Her hair looked soft and silky, her arms were bare and he could lightly smell whatever moisturizer she used. He saw the moles scattered across her shoulders and neck. She just looked beautiful.
“Aren’t you cold? It's like 55 degrees outside?”
“Yeah my nipples are rock solid” she said plainly, probably not realising the effect her words had on Spencer. He had already managed to sneak a glance at them, she hadn’t worn a bra, however she rarely did. She often complained about how constricting they are, Spencer didn’t care, he enjoyed looking at them, even if he adamantly denied looking.
“I like your place. I just knew it would look like a library in here” She said whilst looking at his many bookcases, almost covering every available wall space available. “Have you read all of these?”
“All the ones on these bookshelves” He pointed to most of them in the room, apart from the one nearest the door leading to his bedroom. “Those ones are the ones I'm yet to get to”
“Let me guess, they are in order from ones you want to read the most to the ones you want to read the least?”
“You’d be correct” Spencer found it easier now, admitting she’s right. Before he would only do it in the extremest circumstances.
Honey sat down at the end of his couch, smoothing the fabric next to her and tucking her hair behind her ears. If Spencer wasn’t a profiler, he wouldn’t have been able to tell that she was nervous. It confused him as to why. Honey did this all the time, sex, admittedly not colleagues, but in general.
It surprised him how natural it felt seeing her in his space. A week ago, he would’ve felt on edge with any woman in his apartment, especially Honey. Now he liked seeing her here, it was like a touch of humanity and sunshine in his otherwise dark academic moody place.
Spencer sat down next to her, closer than he did when he went to her apartment. He was comfortable enough now to reach out and touch her knee, giving her a little pat.
“Do you want some water? Tea maybe? Coffee? I think I have some honey somewhere?” He didn’t have a jar or bottle of honey, but he was sure he had some sachets around that he pinched from a hotel. As much as he wanted to make her feel comfortable, he hoped she didn’t want tea or coffee, as he couldn’t guarantee he could actually find said sachets.
“No thank you, I appreciate it though” She said whilst immediately placing her hand on top of his, interweaving their fingers like they had done it a thousand times before.
“Thank you for agreeing to do this” He said after a short while, sitting comfortably in silence, just looking at their interlocked hands. I still don’t understand why however, but thank you”
“I’ll admit, I haven’t had sex in a while, so it's beneficial for both of us” she said plainly. It was strangely reassuring how straight forward she was. At least he didn’t have to try and decipher her words.
“You could have sex with anyone, someone far better at it than me. It doesn’t seem completely fair”
“I don’t want to have sex with just anyone. That’s why it's been a while. I think you’re handsome, I also think that you’re more than capable of satisfying me. That’s why i’m here” She said softly, cupping the side of his face, stroking along his cheekbone with her thumb.
“You’re beautiful,” he said after a moment. “I should’ve told you that sooner”
“Thank you, Spencer” She said with a smile, leaning in to gently kiss his cheek, just one inch away from his lips.
“Is this a lesson? What are we about to do?” He asked, moving the hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.
She didn’t answer straight away, instead, she gently placed two hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to straddle him. Once her full weight met his lap, his hands fell automatically to the outside of her thighs.
Honey leaned in closer, pressing her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. She shifted her hips, grinding down against the growing hardness in his pajama bottoms while her tongue teased along his lower lip. Her chest against his chest, her nipples stiffening from the friction as she rocked forward again.
When she guided his palms upward, sliding them along her sides until they rested on her hips, he let out a shaky exhale against her mouth. His grip was light, almost hesitant, thumbs brushing the hem of her tank top like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold tighter.
She broke the kiss just enough to answer him, barely a murmur against his lips, “Yes and no. Eventually you’ll fall into your own rhythm. Having sex for the first time is about learning that yourself.”
Spencer nodded quickly, eyes wide and darting between her mouth and the way her body moved on top of him. His fingers tapped restlessly against her waist now, a nervous rhythm that matched the anxious energy pouring out of him. He swallowed hard, voice cracking slightly when he managed, “This feels… really nice.”
“Good. Tell me at any point to stop or slow down and I will. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” She rocked her hips again, he felt his cock twitch beneath her. “Do you want to use a condom? I’m on the pill, last tested a month ago, and haven’t been with anyone since.”
Spencer’s fingers stilled for a second, then resumed their anxious tapping. “Do you want to use one?”
“No. It’ll feel better without—for you and for me.”
“I’m comfortable without,” he said quickly, voice tight with nerves.
She nodded, then leaned in again, kissing him gently to let him adjust. Her hands stayed on his shoulders as she continued the slow grind, guiding the moment without rushing him.
The kiss went on. He lost track of how long they stayed like that, lips parting and meeting, her weight settled fully in his lap. His heart hammered so hard he was sure she could feel it through his thin t-shirt. Every shift of her body sent another wave of heat through him, and he had to fight the urge to squirm beneath her. He was honestly prepared to stay like this forever if she’d let him.
His hands got tighter on her waist the more he leaned into it, the more comfortable he felt. So much so that he started to guide her, his fingertips gently pushing her hips forward as she moved. Like when he went to Honey’s apartment, as soon as he turned his brain off, he allowed himself to be guided by instinct and pure lust.
Honey broke the kiss just enough to speak, her lips brushing his as she said, “Take my top off.”
Spencer’s hands froze on her sides. He swallowed, nodded once, then reached for the hem of her tank top with trembling fingers. He lifted it slowly, the fabric catching for a second before sliding up over her breasts and off. He set it aside carefully, like he was afraid of doing it wrong, and his eyes dropped to her bare chest before darting back up to her face.
Her tits were fantastic. He hated himself for trying to argue they wouldn’t be. He remembered her words, If you’re having sex and you're not looking at her boobs, I'd be a little concerned. He looked back down, his eyes darting left and right, and back up again.
“Touch me,” she told him, voice low.
He brought both hands up, trying to hide the slight tremor, palms hovering just above her skin for a moment before he made contact. His thumbs brushed over her nipples first, testing, then he caught each one between thumb and forefinger. He pinched softly, just enough to feel the firm bud between his fingers, and when she didn’t pull away he started rubbing in small circles. His touch stayed light but the nervous energy still showed in the way his fingers twitched and his breathing stayed uneven.
After a minute of hearing her whine, gently roll her hips against him in pleasure, something in him took over. He leaned forward without thinking, mouth opening as he took one nipple between his lips. He sucked gently, tongue flicking over the tip. The small moan she let out went straight to his cock, twitching so hard he was scared he would come again.
Spencer stayed focused alternating between both nipples, his tongue swirling around the peaks as a low, shaky moan escaped his throat. He felt a surge of pride that he’d taken the initiative, but it was quickly eclipsed by the overwhelming sensation of her skin against his lips.
Honey let out a soft, satisfied hum, her fingers threading through his hair and gently guiding his head back up to hers. They sank back into a deep, lingering kiss, their breaths mingling in the quiet of his apartment. Every time their tongues met, Spencer felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight down to his crotch. He was so hard it actually started to ache, the friction of his pajama bottoms becoming almost unbearable.
Honey pulled back slightly, her eyes hooded and dark with desire. “Take these off, Spencer,” she whispered, tugging gently at his pajama bottoms.
He scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy and hurried. He lifted his hips with her still on his lap just enough to kick off his pajama bottoms. He felt incredibly vulnerable, his skin tingling in the cool air, but the way Honey looked down and back up at him made him feel like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I knew you’d have a pretty cock, Spence” she purred in his ear, kissing the lobe and around his neck. “You’re going to feel so good inside me”
The nickname almost meant as much as the compliment did. Honey called him Spence, not Reid, not even Spencer. Spence.
Not to mention that she clearly was impressed with what he had to offer. Spencer may have always felt insecure about the rest of himself, but he had never any doubt that he had a pleasingly sized appendage.
Slowly, Honey slid off his lap and sank onto her knees between his legs. Spencer let out a small, high-pitched whimper, his back arching slightly. Seeing her down there, looking up at him with that dominant, knowing smile, made his stomach flip.
“You’re so pretty,” he moaned, his voice sounding thin and needy.
Honey didn't say a word; she simply reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. Spencer gasped, his head hitting the back of the couch with a thud. Her grip was firm yet soft, and as she began to slide her hand up toward the head, he let out a long, whiny keen.
“Oh god...,” he whimpered, his hips involuntarily twitching upward into her palm.
Spencer lay back against the couch, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a tension that made every inch of his skin feel hypersensitive. He looked down at Honey, who remained poised between his legs, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of affection and hunger. The sight of her—bare-chested and kneeling before him—sent another jolt of electricity straight to his groin.
She introduced her other hand, keeping one at the base, the other twisting at the head, slow but controlled twists of her wrist that made Spencer see stars. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to focus on his breathing. He was impressed that he hadn’t managed to finish early again.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, his voice small and shaky. “never felt anything like this, feels so good”
Seemingly he had lost the knowledge of stringing basic sentences together. His words coming out broken and barely coherent.
Honey seemed to understand and let out a soft, melodic giggle that made Spencer’s heart flutter. She didn't pull her hand away; instead, she began to lightly graze the underside of the head with her thumb, a teasing, circular motion that made him let out a high-pitched, needy moan, his back arching further off the couch.
“This feels good huh?” she whispered, her voice a velvety caress. Spencer didn’t bother to reply, he knew it was more of an incredibly correct statement rather than a question that required an answer.
He shifted his weight, his hips tilting upward as if seeking more of her, even though he was terrified of the climax that felt like a tidal wave crashing toward him.
“Please...,” he whined, his voice cracking as he pleaded for nothing in particular. He sounded desperate, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch cushions.
Just as the pleasure became an unbearable roar in his ears, he panicked again. “Slow. Please, Please” his voice climbing into a frantic, whiny register, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
Honey stopped instantly, but she didn't move away. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh, her breath warm against his skin. The sudden change in sensation—from the intense friction of her hand to the gentle pressure of her lips—made Spencer let out a small sob of pleasure.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured against his skin. “We can go as slow as you need”
Spencer panted, his eyes watery and glazed with lust. He felt like a raw nerve, every touch amplified a thousand times. He looked down at her, feeling the need to be completely consumed by her.
Slowly, she leaned forward. Spencer’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as he watched her lips part. He didn't have time to process the anticipation before she leaned in and slid the head of his cock past her lips.
The sensation was an absolute explosion. The sudden, wet heat of her mouth, the slick glide of her saliva, and the soft pressure of her tongue swirling around the ridge of his glans sent a violent shiver through Spencer's entire frame. He let out a strangled, high-pitched cry, his hips jerking upward instinctively. It was far more intense than anything he had ever imagined. He finally understood why everyone raved about blowjobs so often. Hell, he thought he might even start to talk about them after this.
He gasped, his voice breaking. In a blind, reflexive panic, his hand shot down and gripped her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to anchor himself, or perhaps pull her away before he lost all control. He arched his back, his chest heaving, a long, shaky moan vibrating in his throat.
She slid off him slowly, the wet sound of her mouth leaving his skin echoing in the quiet room. She looked up at him, a playful, knowing little smile dancing on her lips, her eyes shimmering with affection, before giving him one long lick up the underside of his shaft, gently kissing the tip before pulling off completely.
"Too much?" she asked softly, her voice a teasing purr.
Spencer couldn't even find the words. He was trembling, his cock still twitching and glistening with her saliva. He simply nodded, his head bobbing frantically, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He looked completely undone, a shivering mess of a man who had been pushed to his absolute limit by a single act.
Honey chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. She shifted her weight and stood up in one fluid motion. She stood over him for a moment, looking down at his exposed, shaking form. The power dynamic was palpable; he was sprawled on the couch, vulnerable and needy, while she stood poised and in complete control.
"You okay?," she whispered, reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
“Just about. That felt so good” he said with a small huff which he hoped sounded like a laugh.
She stepped back just enough to give him room to move, her gaze locking onto his. "Shall we go to your bedroom?"
Spencer scrambled to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. He looked at her, his expression a mix of anxiety and intense longing, and without a word, he reached out to take her hand, leading her toward the bedroom with trembling fingers and a heart that felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.
As they entered the bedroom, the harsher light of the living room gave way to the soft, dim glow of a bedside lamp. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Spencer was still shaking, his breath coming in shallow hitches, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
"Sit down for me, Spencer," she whispered, her voice like velvet. "Just right here on the edge."
He obeyed instantly, Honey stepped into the space between his thighs, her warmth radiating against him. She didn't move to undress or initiate anything sexual; instead, she reached down and cupped his face in her hands. She stood straight, cradling his head, her fingers sliding up into his hair to gently massage his scalp.
Spencer let out a long, shuddering sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into her touch. He felt small beneath her, but for the first time since they had started, the anxiety wasn't clawing at his throat. It was being replaced by a profound sense of safety.
"You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby. "I know it's a lot. I know you're nervous. But there's no rush, okay? We can go as slow as you need. If you want to stop, if you get overwhelmed, you just tell me. I've got you."
Spencer opened his eyes, looking up at her with a gaze full of raw vulnerability. "I... I just want it to be right," he whimpered, his voice small and cracking. "I don't want to mess up."
Honey let out a tiny, affectionate giggle and kissed his forehead. "You can't mess this up. There's no 'right' way other than how it feels for us."
The tension in Spencer's shoulders finally began to bleed away. Feeling a surge of affection and a newfound spark of courage, he leaned forward, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the skin of her stomach, just above the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He felt her stomach muscles flutter under his lips, and he looked up into her eyes, searching for approval.
Seeing the warmth and encouragement there, Spencer reached out. His hands were still trembling, but his movements were deliberate. He carefully hooked his fingers into the elastic of her pajama bottoms and slowly slid them down her legs, exposing her hips and the soft curve of her thighs.
He paused, his breath catching as he looked at her. He didn't just dive in; he stopped, his voice a hesitant whisper. "Can I... can I touch you? There?"
She didn't speak; she simply gave him a slow, encouraging nod, her eyes locked onto his.
Spencer reached out, his fingertips barely grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh. He moved with caution, as if he were testing the surface of a still body of water. He slid his hand upward, his touch light and tentative, learning the texture of her skin and the way she reacted to him. When his fingers finally brushed against the damp heat of her core, he jumped slightly, a small gasp escaping his lips.
He didn't push further immediately. He stayed there, testing the waters, feeling the slickness of her arousal and the way she leaned into his touch. He was learning her, exploring her body.
He shifted his hand slightly, his fingers trembling as he began to explore the folds of her. He was terrified of being too rough or doing something wrong, so he moved with an agonizing slowness. He felt the slickness coating his skin, the texture new and intoxicating. He wasn’t expecting her to feel so…warm, or wet either.
Every time he felt her hips give a tiny, almost imperceptible tilt toward him, a surge of confidence flared in his chest. "Is... is this okay?" he whispered, his voice sounding thin and breathy. "Does it feel good?"
Honey didn't answer with words, instead she let out a soft, airy moan that vibrated through the air. To Spencer, that sound was better than any verbal confirmation. It was a signal that he was doing something right. Emboldened, he slid one finger deeper, feeling the tight, welcoming heat of her entrance. He gasped, his own breath hitching at the sheer intimacy of the sensation.
He glanced upwards, eyes narrowing with a silent plea. She nodded gently, eagerly even. With her permission, he gently pushed his digit in.
He began to move his finger in a slow, tentative rhythm, mimicking the motions he'd only ever imagined. He watched her expression closely, noticing the way her eyelids fluttered and how her lips parted. The sight of her reacting to him—of him being the cause of that look of pleasure—made him feel a dizzying mix of pride and desperation.
Spencer’s breath caught when Honey leaned in, her mouth claiming his in a sudden kiss. Her fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just enough to make him shiver. The low, throaty sound she made against his lips sent a fresh wave of heat rolling through him. He didn’t hesitate. His fingers moved quicker inside her, curling inside her, adding a second digit that slid in with the slick heat already coating his skin.
Honey’s moan grew louder, her knees trembling. Spencer felt the tight flutter of her walls around his fingers and couldn’t stop the soft, broken whimper that escaped him. He kept the pace steady, curling and stroking, watching her face even as their mouths stayed pressed together.
Her free hand clamped onto his shoulder, nails digging in. She panted against his open mouth, each shaky exhale brushing over his lips. He kept moving his fingers, desperate to give her what she wanted, the wet sounds of his hand working inside her mixing with her quickening breaths.
Honey pulled back just enough to whisper, her voice soft and warm. "Spencer... I’m so close. You’re doing so well."
His eyes widened at her words, a needy whine slipping out of him. He pressed his forehead to hers, still pumping his fingers in that same steady rhythm.
Honey went silent for a few seconds, her mouth still slightly parted, her eyes screwed shut, holding her breath. Spencer was worried that he began to do something wrong, even though his movements hadn’t faltered. It wasn’t until she gripped him harder, wrapped one arm around the back of neck and let out an angelic guttural moan did he realise that she came.
His free hand clamped her waist, drawing her nearer while his chin pressed to her sternum, eyes locked upward as he watched her breathing return to normal. He had never seen anything so beautiful as watching her come, not even watching, but being the cause.
He eased his fingers free from her, lifting them to inspect the glistening coating under the light. Curiosity pulled him in as he turned his wrist slowly.
Honey's lips curved into a grin, her cheeks flushed with that post-orgasm haze, pupils blown wide. She dipped forward and slid both fingers between her lips, sucking her own slick release clean off them with deliberate pulls.
Spencer's head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut at the view. "Was that okay?"
"More than okay. You did so well," she murmured, brushing his curls aside with tender fingers.
Without a word, Honey straddled his lap and claimed his mouth again, the kiss softer now, laced with affection. She began to rock her hips, her wet pussy sliding along the length of his bare cock, coating him in her arousal.
“Lets take this off” She said whilst her fingers were already under the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it slightly, exposing his stomach. He lifted his arms up enough so she could slide it off him. It caught slightly on his chin, both of them giggling when their eyes met again when it finally came off, ruffling his hair in the process.
"Lie back for me," she whispered, pressing him flat to the mattress. "Still good? Want to keep going?"
Spencer could only nod,, his palms gliding up and down her thighs, fighting the urge to stare at where his cock nestled against her heat.
"Use your words, baby," she teased, leaning in to trail kisses along his jaw before sucking gently at his neck, leaving faint marks. The shift positioned his cock right at her entrance, the head nudging her slick folds. He strained not to thrust upward.
"Please, Honey, please," he breathed, cupping her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he swept her hair back.
Before she sunk down, Spencer told himself to keep looking into her eyes, he wanted to maintain that intimacy for as long as possible. But as soon as she let her hips move, his cock slowly being consumed by her wetness, inch by inch. His eyes clamped shut before he could stop them.
There was nothing that could compare to this feeling. Spencer spent his whole life content with the realisation that he may never get to experience intimacy like this, and now he had? He reckoned he would be chasing that feeling for the rest of his life. They moaned together, low and guttural, bodies locked. He gripped her hips hard, holding her still, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"How does it feel, baby?" she cooed, rolling her hips once in a testing grind that made his vision blur.
"So warm... so tight," he managed, voice strained. Any deeper thought on the sensation would push him over. She rolled again, hand firm on his jaw. "Oh fuck," he whined, arms wrapping her waist to pin her close. "I don't think I can last like this... I'm sorry."
"Is it the position? If you're the one moving, you'll control the pace," she offered softly, affection steady in her tone.
He nodded and shifted his weight carefully, his hands sliding behind Honey's back as he rolled them both over, surprisingly more fluid of a motion than he expected.
Now he hovered above, his cock still buried deep inside her. He tried to distract his mind by taking the time to look down at her body beneath him. He counted the moles across her chest, he kissed each one of them. He ran his hand down from her collarbones to her navel, committing the feeling of her skin to memory in case he never got to be so lucky to touch her like this again.
Stalling for time, he lent down to kiss her neck, gently brushing her hair out of the way. The smell of her hair this close to his nose was intoxicating, he didn’t care to try and hide his deep inhale. He kissed her neck all the way around from one side to the other, pausing once he reached her throat to hiss her softly. Her small hum of surprise against his lips further fueled his confidence.
Bracing on his elbows, he slowly pushed in. His first thrust came out uneven—too shallow at first, then a little too quick as he pushed back in. Honey's thighs parted wider around his hips, welcoming him. "That's it," she whispered, her fingers tracing his shoulders. "You got it"
He nodded, eyes flicking between her face and where their bodies joined. His next stroke was steadier, but he still paused midway, adjusting his angle like he wasn't sure how deep to go. The wet heat of her gripped him tight, and every small movement sent sparks up his spine. He pulled back slower this time, almost slipping out before sinking in again with a shaky breath.
"Fuck... sorry," he muttered when his hips stuttered, the pace off. Honey just smiled softly, lifting her thighs higher to allow him more room.
Her hands cupped the back of his thighs, guiding him gently without taking over. He tried again, hips rolling forward in a tentative push that made her pussy clench around his cock. A low groan escaped him, and he buried his face in her neck for a second, breathing her in before lifting his head to watch her expression.
Spencer adjusted his hips with small shifts, pulling back just enough to feel the drag of her pussy gripping his shaft before sinking in again. Each thrust grew a fraction more confident as he listened to her reactions, his hands braced on either side of her. He breathed her name, her actual name, against her neck, overwhelmed by the heat and tightness but determined to keep going at this pace that let him explore what made her react strongest.
He drew his cock out in one long, measured pull, his shaft glistening with her slick as her core clung to every inch. Then he drove back in hard, hips snapping forward until his pelvis met hers with a solid smack and his cock bottomed out deep inside her. Honey's moan came out low and throaty, her inner walls rippling and squeezing around him in response.
Hearing he did well hit him like a truck, smugly, he smiled against her shoulder, hooking his arms under her thighs, opening her up more whilst gently folding her in half, his hands cupping her ass, pounding back into her.
“That’s so good, Spence. You’re doing so well” she managed to moan out, nails scraping his back.
“Yeah?” He moaned back before kissing her sloppily, seemingly neither of them cared, each slap of his hips hitting hers accompanied a moan from them both, mingling together in their shared air. As he withdrew slowly, he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, pushing his tongue in her mouth when he drove back in.
The giggle mixed with a groan she let out sounded almost demonic. He knew he made her proud. He impressed her and realised he would do anything to make her feel that again.
“Fuck. You’re so deep” She cried out, her hands resting on the outside of his thighs.
“Sorry sorry, is it too much?” He asked, stilling his movements momentarily, concerned he had hurt her.
“Fuck no, did I tell you to stop?” She bit back.
Spencer nearly came right then and there. He found her arguing attractive, but paired with his cock deep inside of her, her walls fluttering around him, he could no longer hold back. His restraint finally snapped.
He quickly pulled back up enough to be able to replace where he had his arms with his hands, pressing the backs of her thighs down until he fully folded her in half. He knew she was flexible, he heard it a million times sitting opposite her at work. He knew she could handle it.
Using the leverage her thighs provided him, he drove into her, over and over, bottoming out each time, the pace steady and unrelenting. The force of his thrusts recoiled her body towards him, creating the most beautiful and filthy rhythm. He matched each bounce of her body stroke for stroke. He didn’t know where this side of him came from, it must be Honey. She always had a way of pulling different versions of him out.
He felt the coil in his stomach tighten, every square inch of his body tingle as he approached his climax, his pace starting to quicken, becoming erratic to the point he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried.
“Fuck Fuck fuck” he sobbed as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, biting down on the soft flesh as he tipped over the edge, spilling into her with a gutteral groan. His body twitched uncontrollably, falling limp against her once the aftershocks had worn off, finally letting go of her thighs, feeling them instantly fall comfortably to his sides.
He didn’t realise how sleepy he would feel after. It didn’t help that Honey gently ran her nails up and down the expanse of his back, the other hand playing with his hair at the back of his head. He had to use all of his will power to pull himself up onto his elbows to look into her eyes.
“Hey” he said quietly with a sheepish grin. Flicking his nose against hers in an effort to make her giggle.
“Hey back” she giggled back instantaneously.
“Did I do well?” He murmured, kissing her jaw.
She hummed, the sound deeply satisfying. “I don’t think that requires an answer baby.”
“Go on. Appease me. Please?”
She rolled her eyes playfully. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, forcing them both upwards. “Like most things you do Spencer, you excelled. You have this really annoying habit of exceeding my expectations”
He huffed in amusement, glancing down at where they met, his cock was still completely hard inside of her. He pushed in an inch experimentally. The smallest drag of his shaft inside her made his eyes roll back.
He slowly lent back down, pulling her into another gentle kiss, resuming his small, shallow earlier strokes. Fully intent on carrying on with another round, after all, he only made her come once.
Honey laughed, pushing him back by his shoulders lightly. “Nuh -uh”
He whined, the sound small and desperate, dropping his head into the hollow of her neck. “I’m still hard”
“I can tell” she teased, purposefully squeezing her walls around him. “My legs are sore, you did practically fold me in half”
“I didn’t hear any complaints.”
She grinned, leaning up and pressing the gentlest kiss they shared all night to his lips. “It’ll start hurting for you after a while. Believe me”
She gave his shoulder a tap, and Spencer moved off her, falling backwards against the bed. His warm cock tinging in the cool air. He watched as she stood, he lazily reached out in an effort to touch her, perhaps to keep her next to him, perhaps because he didn’t want her to leave yet. He couldn’t tell.
He had never felt more content in his life, sprawled across his bed, staring lazily at the ceiling fan above him. He heard Honey tiptoe out of the bedroom before the bathroom light clicked on and the door quietly closed behind her. He supposed he should’ve gone with her rather than leaving her to find it herself, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt so completely, utterly at peace.
He’d expected to feel different after losing his virginity at twenty-five. Older, perhaps. Changed in some fundamental way. Instead, he felt exactly the same person he’d been an hour earlier. It wasn’t disappointing, far from it. If anything, it confirmed something he’d never quite been able to put into words. Although he’d missed out on one of the most intimate experiences of his life for far longer than most people, not having sex had never made him incomplete. It hadn’t made him any less of a man.
It wasn’t something he feared anymore.
For the first time in his life, it simply felt… normal. He could only thank Honey for that.
People always said you never forgot your first time. Spencer had always assumed that was a romantic exaggeration. Now, lying there with the lingering warmth of the evening settling over him, he wasn’t so sure. Even if he somehow woke up tomorrow without his eidetic memory, he was certain that this would still be one of the nights he’d remember for the rest of his life.
a/n : I'm literally posting this in the middle of my working day so thats fun. I spent all day Friday, Sunday and Monday night writing this so I could get it out quickly whilst I have the inspiration!
Please let me know if you would like to be apart of my taglist, or if you should like to be a test reader for me, that way you will be able to read my fics early.....
Spencer agrees to let Honey take his virginity, although it takes little convincing....
Pairing : Spencer Reid X Original Character Honey.
Warnings: SMUT. Handjob,Blowjob, PinV, creampie...fingering, mating press position?....she rides him for like two seconds. Its kinda sweet at the end (almost). Spencer loses his virginity idk what else to say!
W/C : 8.7K of mostly smut.
Half Proofread, half not - I'll get around to it eventually.
Honey spent the best part of her night after Spencer left with either her fingers or vibrator between her thighs.
He knew how to kiss. He may have had no compliments after his kisses previously, but that was probably out of shock. Spencer kissed her he wanted to fuck her. He let her take the lead out of nerves, but that soon went out the window when he lent into it.
When he came? All of Honey's thoughts about boundaries went out of the window momentarily. She wasn’t lying when she said it was the hottest thing she’s ever seen. He thought the kiss was that good that he physically couldn’t hold himself back even if he tried. Honey had to hold herself back too, if she didn’t respect Spencer as much as she did, she would’ve climbed all over him and most likely tried to make him come all over again.
Honey couldn't help feeling guilty for allowing herself to indulge in all of this when the lessons were supposed to be for Spencer's benefit. She'd offered because she wanted to make amends, to give him the confidence she'd slowly realised he never truly had. But if she was being honest with herself, that hadn't been the only reason. Somewhere beneath all of that sat a far more selfish motive. She enjoyed spending time with him.
There had always been something about Spencer that drew her in. Of course he was handsome, she'd never been blind to that, but it was something deeper that had only become clear over the last few weeks. For two years, they'd hidden behind arguments, both so convinced the other was impossible that neither of them had stopped to notice how similar they actually were.
With every evening they spent together, bound by the unspoken agreement not to argue, Honey learnt more about him than she'd ever expected. She discovered she genuinely liked listening to him. She didn't know the first thing about chess, nor did she particularly care about probability or pattern recognition, but she could've listened to Spencer talk about them for hours. The passion in his voice, the way his hands moved without him realising, the smile that appeared whenever he forgot to be self-conscious, she found herself wanting to ask about every obscure hobby he had simply so she could watch him explain it.
She regretted the last two years more than she'd expected. If they'd dropped the hostility sooner, if one of them had swallowed their pride and bothered to have an actual conversation, she was almost certain they would've become good friends.
Then again... perhaps none of this would've happened if they had. They never would've ended up at that diner, never would've started the lessons, never would've found themselves slowly dismantling the walls they'd spent so long building around each other.
It pained Honey to think that Spencer had only agreed because he needed help, and she happened to be the only person willing to offer it. She still wasn't entirely convinced he actually liked her. Tolerated her, perhaps. Trusted her enough to let her teach him. But liking her? She wasn't so sure.
And yet... She'd seen the way he looked at her, even before the kiss.
His eyes had always been expressive, despite how desperately he tried to hide it. Somewhere over the last few weeks, the annoyance she'd grown so accustomed to had quietly disappeared, replaced instead by something softer. He smiled now. Not all the time, but often enough that she'd begun to notice. He'd learnt that when she raised her voice, it wasn't anger. It was amusement. He'd stopped bracing himself for a fight and started leaning into the conversation instead.
Honey walked into the morning briefing late as usual. In all fairness, today more than usual she had a lot on her mind, and was running on far less sleep. She should’ve been in an irritable mood, but for once, she was content with only five hours sleep.
“Good Morning guys!” She said, squeezing past everyone and making sure that for once, she didn’t barge into Spencer's shoulder. Of course, she should’ve kept up appearances, but she decided to show him some mercy, plus it was one hell of a kiss and she wanted to let him know as subtlety as she could.
“How nice of you to show up,” Spencer huffed with a smirk. Before last week, Honey would’ve assumed this was out of annoyance or pettiness. Now, she saw it for what it was, a tease.
“I know, I’m just so sweet like that” She sat down quietly next to Spencer, pulling her laptop out of her bag and logging in.
“Honey, please make sure you are on time. I understand we cover cases in our briefings, but there may be information relevant to you” Hotch said from the front of the table. He didn’t seem that annoyed. He never was with Honey.
It was a well known fact that Honey was the favourite. Mostly because she fetched him coffees and got him out of meetings he didn’t want to attend. Because of Honey, he never attended budget meetings or project meetings.
“Sorry, I was here at eight, but Anderson stopped me in hallway and wouldn’t let me go”
Both Morgan and Emily snorted, knowing full well Anderson wasn’t her favourite person. He was a little too much of a brown noser for her liking. Constantly up Strauss's ass that she could open her mouth and you’d see the top of his head behind her molars.
“What did he want?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.
“A whole lot of nothing, he started with talking about the modernisation of the FBI website project and then ended on asking me on a date”
Spencer's leg had been entirely still until she said the word date, Honey noticed that as soon as the word left her mouth, his leg began to nervously jump underneath the table.
“You didn’t say yes, right? That would be going against your moral code of conduct!” Emily laughed. Looking at both Morgan and Honey.
“She said no,” Morgan said with a smile so bright the light reflected off of his teeth. “That’s because we haven’t arranged our date yet have we, Honey?”
“Derek! Flirting with your colleagues is reserved to me only!” Penelope said, smacking the side of his bicep, making the point to squeeze it gently. Which only prompted him to flex the muscle, winking at her.
“Don’t worry Garcia, he only does it to make you jealous. But no, I said no to Anderson. I think I’d rather drink five pints of paint then go on a date with him”
“Okay Okay, Can we get back on track please?” Hotch commanded, rubbing a hand down his face before clearing his throat, preparing to talk about whatever grisly case the team were facing next.
Honey looked over to Spencer. Usually in morning briefings, anytime she glanced his way, he would make the point to not look at her, this time, he was already staring right at her.
She gave him the smallest smile, one that no one else around the table would be able to decipher if they saw. A smile that meant reassurance, one of acknowledgement. Spencer reciprocated. Only the tiniest uplift of the corner of his mouth, but it was enough to know he was okay.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
When the team filtered out of the meeting an hour later, Honey stayed in the room typing up actions, as they were fresh in her memory. Whilst she appreciated the quiet, it also had something to do with the fact once she got told off for arguing with Spencer once they reached their desks and forgetting to do it.
This time, Spencer stayed lingering around, flipping though the case file in front of him, clearly trying to put on a show for the rest of the team that starred in through the glass windows from the bullpen below.
“I slept on it,” he said quietly. Purposefully looking down at the page in front of him. It astounded Honey that he was willing to discuss losing his virginity whilst staring at a crime scene photo.
“I’m surprised you slept at all. I didn’t much after last night”
From the corner of her eyes, she saw him swallow hard, blink a few times, and attempt to reread the same sentence for a second time.
“What does that mean?” He asked. Honey smiled, he knew exactly what she meant.
“You got to come. It was only right I did too”
Spencer’s eyes gently rolled to the back of his head, shifting in his seat and pushing himself further under the table to try and conceal the tent growing in his slacks.
“I didn’t realise you liked it so much. I thought you were trying to make me feel better” He said quietly, like he didn’t believe what he was saying.
“Like I said last night, I've never seen anything as hot as that in my life. You want to know what I was thinking about?”
He hummed in acknowledgement and agreement as soon as the words left her mouth. His foot returned to bouncing up and down under the table.
Honey grabbed one of the files in front of her, holding it in one hand, pretending to read as she placed her free hand on Spencer's thigh. “I imagined that instead of sitting next to you, I straddled your lap…”
Her hand began its rise up his leg, gently scratching the fabric with her nails. “....and I kissed you like I did yesterday…”
Spencer's breath hitched when she reached the top of his thigh, just below where his cock was straining against his slacks. She squeezed his thigh once, before running one nail against his length. “...and I grinded against you..”
She then ran her thumb over the head, managing to twist her wrist just enough to touch the sensitive underside. Spencer had been keeping his composure up until this point, trying his hardest to read the long forgotten case file in his hands. As soon as she touched him properly, he couldn’t help but let a whine escape him.
“As you can imagine, it feels much better” She rolled her palm flat against him once, then descended back down his thigh, tapping once when she reached his knee before removing her hand entirely.
She looked over at Spencer who had lost all composure. His eyes had blown out so wide they were practically black, completely glossed over, his cheeks the reddest she had ever seen them, mouth slightly agape.
“Of course I imagined we did so much more. But I'd hate for you to ruin your lovely trousers” She said with a smirk, watching his hand come up to run it through his hair.
Spencer seemingly had forgotten how to talk. His mouth kept opening like he was going to say something, but nothing followed.
“Let me know when you’re ready to make that into reality” She said softly, collecting her laptop and standing, smoothing the back of her skirt as she did.
She didn’t look behind her as she walked out, but she could bet her life on the fact that Spencer was watching, his eyes half lidded, cursing her and praising her all at once.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Five whole minutes after she left the briefing room did Spencer follow. He wasn’t trying to cleverly try and hide his crotch, so she assumed he managed to will his erection away.
They worked opposite each other silently for two whole hours. She was convinced that perhaps she took it too far in touching him at work like she did and that's why he wasn’t talking. It could also be that he was so incredibly turned on that it shocked him into silence. She wished it was the latter.
Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed quietly beside her, she already knew it would be from Spencer from the way he spent minutes staring at his phone, clearly typing and deleting every word he wrote.
Dr Knowitall (Work)
Tonight 8pm. If available.
Your place or mine?
-Spencer. R
Honey should probably change his name in her contacts. She couldn’t help but still smile at how she used to see his name flash on her phone and recoil, she also couldn’t stand the fact she was now smiling.
im free
your place.
They didn’t talk for the rest of the day after that. Honey prayed with every fibre of her being that they weren’t called on a case last minute. She suspected Spencer felt the same.
At 4pm, Spencer stood and made his way to Hotch’s office with his satchel on his shoulder, gripping it so tightly it highly accentuated the veins in his hands. Honey had noticed his veins before, always calling them the most annoyingly and frustratingly beautiful thing about him. Now? She couldn’t wait to feel those hands all over her body.
He emerged two minutes later, approaching his desk and gathering the rest of his papers, shoving them into his satchel with unusual little care. “Everything okay Spencer?”
“Yeah, I have a dentist appointment I forgot about.” He said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“You forgot about an appointment? Spencer you’re losing your edge” Honey said, playing along with his lie.
“Well it wasn’t in my calendar. So someone clearly isn’t doing their job” He bit back with a playful hint to his voice.
“How am I supposed to know you have a poorly tooth if you don’t tell me?” Honey pouted her lip, forcing him to look at her mouth. She saw the instant internal conflict raging in his head.
“Whatever, I’ll see you all later”
Honey knew he was actually speaking to her, but he wouldn’t be so brave to be kind to her directly publicly yet. That would take time, and plenty of build up.
Like she said before, one thing at a time.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Spencer got home at five and spent the whole afternoon furiously tidying his whole apartment. He found creative places to store his thousands of books, dusted every surface, washed up the plates he left in the sink, cleaned his bathroom from top to bottom, changed his bedsheets twice after he realised that his StarWars themed set might be a touch childish, and showered.
As he was showering, he spent two minutes looking at his cock, trying to decide whether to shave. Luckily for Spencer, he remembered everything Honey had ever said. He hated hearing about her wild weekends at the time, now he couldn’t thank her enough. She said that she preferred neat and tidy. He assumed that meant hair there but clipped. So instead of shaving completely, he finally had a use for the beard trimmer Morgan got him for Christmas three years ago.
When he stepped out of the shower, he trimmed his nails, brushed his teeth for four minutes instead of two, and tried to brush the back of his tongue, before immediately gagging and giving up. He wondered if she would take him into his mouth. He stopped thinking about it immediately when he felt his dick twitch.
He changed into plaid pajama bottoms and a plain dark grey T-Shirt and spent his last remaining twenty minutes before Honey arrived to read the female anatomy section of Grey's Anatomy. Of course he realised that this wouldn’t give him any insight into how to pleasure a woman, but at least he could refresh his brain into remembering what was what and hopefully where to find it.
At 8pm on the dot, Honey surprised him by knocking dead on time. He liked to think it was because she was excited, but he knew it was probably to make a point that she isn’t always late. Spencer scrambled up from his seat, threw the hefty medical journal to the corner of the room, and went to the door, wiping his already sweaty hands on his pants.
“Hey”
“Hey back” she said whilst making it very obvious she was looking up and down at him. Pausing momentarily at his groin, the smallest smirk appeared. He didn’t bother wearing boxers as he assumed (hoped to god) that they wouldn’t stay on long anyway.
Spencer moved out the way to let her in, closing the door behind her with a soft click. He took the time to take in what she decided to wear, a matching pajama set, pants and a tank top, white soft cotton with a small lilac flower print.
She had never looked better in his opinion. Her hair looked soft and silky, her arms were bare and he could lightly smell whatever moisturizer she used. He saw the moles scattered across her shoulders and neck. She just looked beautiful.
“Aren’t you cold? It's like 55 degrees outside?”
“Yeah my nipples are rock solid” she said plainly, probably not realising the effect her words had on Spencer. He had already managed to sneak a glance at them, she hadn’t worn a bra, however she rarely did. She often complained about how constricting they are, Spencer didn’t care, he enjoyed looking at them, even if he adamantly denied looking.
“I like your place. I just knew it would look like a library in here” She said whilst looking at his many bookcases, almost covering every available wall space available. “Have you read all of these?”
“All the ones on these bookshelves” He pointed to most of them in the room, apart from the one nearest the door leading to his bedroom. “Those ones are the ones I'm yet to get to”
“Let me guess, they are in order from ones you want to read the most to the ones you want to read the least?”
“You’d be correct” Spencer found it easier now, admitting she’s right. Before he would only do it in the extremest circumstances.
Honey sat down at the end of his couch, smoothing the fabric next to her and tucking her hair behind her ears. If Spencer wasn’t a profiler, he wouldn’t have been able to tell that she was nervous. It confused him as to why. Honey did this all the time, sex, admittedly not colleagues, but in general.
It surprised him how natural it felt seeing her in his space. A week ago, he would’ve felt on edge with any woman in his apartment, especially Honey. Now he liked seeing her here, it was like a touch of humanity and sunshine in his otherwise dark academic moody place.
Spencer sat down next to her, closer than he did when he went to her apartment. He was comfortable enough now to reach out and touch her knee, giving her a little pat.
“Do you want some water? Tea maybe? Coffee? I think I have some honey somewhere?” He didn’t have a jar or bottle of honey, but he was sure he had some sachets around that he pinched from a hotel. As much as he wanted to make her feel comfortable, he hoped she didn’t want tea or coffee, as he couldn’t guarantee he could actually find said sachets.
“No thank you, I appreciate it though” She said whilst immediately placing her hand on top of his, interweaving their fingers like they had done it a thousand times before.
“Thank you for agreeing to do this” He said after a short while, sitting comfortably in silence, just looking at their interlocked hands. I still don’t understand why however, but thank you”
“I’ll admit, I haven’t had sex in a while, so it's beneficial for both of us” she said plainly. It was strangely reassuring how straight forward she was. At least he didn’t have to try and decipher her words.
“You could have sex with anyone, someone far better at it than me. It doesn’t seem completely fair”
“I don’t want to have sex with just anyone. That’s why it's been a while. I think you’re handsome, I also think that you’re more than capable of satisfying me. That’s why i’m here” She said softly, cupping the side of his face, stroking along his cheekbone with her thumb.
“You’re beautiful,” he said after a moment. “I should’ve told you that sooner”
“Thank you, Spencer” She said with a smile, leaning in to gently kiss his cheek, just one inch away from his lips.
“Is this a lesson? What are we about to do?” He asked, moving the hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.
She didn’t answer straight away, instead, she gently placed two hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to straddle him. Once her full weight met his lap, his hands fell automatically to the outside of her thighs.
Honey leaned in closer, pressing her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. She shifted her hips, grinding down against the growing hardness in his pajama bottoms while her tongue teased along his lower lip. Her chest against his chest, her nipples stiffening from the friction as she rocked forward again.
When she guided his palms upward, sliding them along her sides until they rested on her hips, he let out a shaky exhale against her mouth. His grip was light, almost hesitant, thumbs brushing the hem of her tank top like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold tighter.
She broke the kiss just enough to answer him, barely a murmur against his lips, “Yes and no. Eventually you’ll fall into your own rhythm. Having sex for the first time is about learning that yourself.”
Spencer nodded quickly, eyes wide and darting between her mouth and the way her body moved on top of him. His fingers tapped restlessly against her waist now, a nervous rhythm that matched the anxious energy pouring out of him. He swallowed hard, voice cracking slightly when he managed, “This feels… really nice.”
“Good. Tell me at any point to stop or slow down and I will. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” She rocked her hips again, he felt his cock twitch beneath her. “Do you want to use a condom? I’m on the pill, last tested a month ago, and haven’t been with anyone since.”
Spencer’s fingers stilled for a second, then resumed their anxious tapping. “Do you want to use one?”
“No. It’ll feel better without—for you and for me.”
“I’m comfortable without,” he said quickly, voice tight with nerves.
She nodded, then leaned in again, kissing him gently to let him adjust. Her hands stayed on his shoulders as she continued the slow grind, guiding the moment without rushing him.
The kiss went on. He lost track of how long they stayed like that, lips parting and meeting, her weight settled fully in his lap. His heart hammered so hard he was sure she could feel it through his thin t-shirt. Every shift of her body sent another wave of heat through him, and he had to fight the urge to squirm beneath her. He was honestly prepared to stay like this forever if she’d let him.
His hands got tighter on her waist the more he leaned into it, the more comfortable he felt. So much so that he started to guide her, his fingertips gently pushing her hips forward as she moved. Like when he went to Honey’s apartment, as soon as he turned his brain off, he allowed himself to be guided by instinct and pure lust.
Honey broke the kiss just enough to speak, her lips brushing his as she said, “Take my top off.”
Spencer’s hands froze on her sides. He swallowed, nodded once, then reached for the hem of her tank top with trembling fingers. He lifted it slowly, the fabric catching for a second before sliding up over her breasts and off. He set it aside carefully, like he was afraid of doing it wrong, and his eyes dropped to her bare chest before darting back up to her face.
Her tits were fantastic. He hated himself for trying to argue they wouldn’t be. He remembered her words, If you’re having sex and you're not looking at her boobs, I'd be a little concerned. He looked back down, his eyes darting left and right, and back up again.
“Touch me,” she told him, voice low.
He brought both hands up, trying to hide the slight tremor, palms hovering just above her skin for a moment before he made contact. His thumbs brushed over her nipples first, testing, then he caught each one between thumb and forefinger. He pinched softly, just enough to feel the firm bud between his fingers, and when she didn’t pull away he started rubbing in small circles. His touch stayed light but the nervous energy still showed in the way his fingers twitched and his breathing stayed uneven.
After a minute of hearing her whine, gently roll her hips against him in pleasure, something in him took over. He leaned forward without thinking, mouth opening as he took one nipple between his lips. He sucked gently, tongue flicking over the tip. The small moan she let out went straight to his cock, twitching so hard he was scared he would come again.
Spencer stayed focused alternating between both nipples, his tongue swirling around the peaks as a low, shaky moan escaped his throat. He felt a surge of pride that he’d taken the initiative, but it was quickly eclipsed by the overwhelming sensation of her skin against his lips.
Honey let out a soft, satisfied hum, her fingers threading through his hair and gently guiding his head back up to hers. They sank back into a deep, lingering kiss, their breaths mingling in the quiet of his apartment. Every time their tongues met, Spencer felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight down to his crotch. He was so hard it actually started to ache, the friction of his pajama bottoms becoming almost unbearable.
Honey pulled back slightly, her eyes hooded and dark with desire. “Take these off, Spencer,” she whispered, tugging gently at his pajama bottoms.
He scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy and hurried. He lifted his hips with her still on his lap just enough to kick off his pajama bottoms. He felt incredibly vulnerable, his skin tingling in the cool air, but the way Honey looked down and back up at him made him feel like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“I knew you’d have a pretty cock, Spence” she purred in his ear, kissing the lobe and around his neck. “You’re going to feel so good inside me”
The nickname almost meant as much as the compliment did. Honey called him Spence, not Reid, not even Spencer. Spence.
Not to mention that she clearly was impressed with what he had to offer. Spencer may have always felt insecure about the rest of himself, but he had never any doubt that he had a pleasingly sized appendage.
Slowly, Honey slid off his lap and sank onto her knees between his legs. Spencer let out a small, high-pitched whimper, his back arching slightly. Seeing her down there, looking up at him with that dominant, knowing smile, made his stomach flip.
“You’re so pretty,” he moaned, his voice sounding thin and needy.
Honey didn't say a word; she simply reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. Spencer gasped, his head hitting the back of the couch with a thud. Her grip was firm yet soft, and as she began to slide her hand up toward the head, he let out a long, whiny keen.
“Oh god...,” he whimpered, his hips involuntarily twitching upward into her palm.
Spencer lay back against the couch, his chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a tension that made every inch of his skin feel hypersensitive. He looked down at Honey, who remained poised between his legs, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of affection and hunger. The sight of her—bare-chested and kneeling before him—sent another jolt of electricity straight to his groin.
She introduced her other hand, keeping one at the base, the other twisting at the head, slow but controlled twists of her wrist that made Spencer see stars. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to focus on his breathing. He was impressed that he hadn’t managed to finish early again.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, his voice small and shaky. “never felt anything like this, feels so good”
Seemingly he had lost the knowledge of stringing basic sentences together. His words coming out broken and barely coherent.
Honey seemed to understand and let out a soft, melodic giggle that made Spencer’s heart flutter. She didn't pull her hand away; instead, she began to lightly graze the underside of the head with her thumb, a teasing, circular motion that made him let out a high-pitched, needy moan, his back arching further off the couch.
“This feels good huh?” she whispered, her voice a velvety caress. Spencer didn’t bother to reply, he knew it was more of an incredibly correct statement rather than a question that required an answer.
He shifted his weight, his hips tilting upward as if seeking more of her, even though he was terrified of the climax that felt like a tidal wave crashing toward him.
“Please...,” he whined, his voice cracking as he pleaded for nothing in particular. He sounded desperate, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch cushions.
Just as the pleasure became an unbearable roar in his ears, he panicked again. “Slow. Please, Please” his voice climbing into a frantic, whiny register, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps.
Honey stopped instantly, but she didn't move away. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh, her breath warm against his skin. The sudden change in sensation—from the intense friction of her hand to the gentle pressure of her lips—made Spencer let out a small sob of pleasure.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured against his skin. “We can go as slow as you need”
Spencer panted, his eyes watery and glazed with lust. He felt like a raw nerve, every touch amplified a thousand times. He looked down at her, feeling the need to be completely consumed by her.
Slowly, she leaned forward. Spencer’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as he watched her lips part. He didn't have time to process the anticipation before she leaned in and slid the head of his cock past her lips.
The sensation was an absolute explosion. The sudden, wet heat of her mouth, the slick glide of her saliva, and the soft pressure of her tongue swirling around the ridge of his glans sent a violent shiver through Spencer's entire frame. He let out a strangled, high-pitched cry, his hips jerking upward instinctively. It was far more intense than anything he had ever imagined. He finally understood why everyone raved about blowjobs so often. Hell, he thought he might even start to talk about them after this.
He gasped, his voice breaking. In a blind, reflexive panic, his hand shot down and gripped her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to anchor himself, or perhaps pull her away before he lost all control. He arched his back, his chest heaving, a long, shaky moan vibrating in his throat.
She slid off him slowly, the wet sound of her mouth leaving his skin echoing in the quiet room. She looked up at him, a playful, knowing little smile dancing on her lips, her eyes shimmering with affection, before giving him one long lick up the underside of his shaft, gently kissing the tip before pulling off completely.
"Too much?" she asked softly, her voice a teasing purr.
Spencer couldn't even find the words. He was trembling, his cock still twitching and glistening with her saliva. He simply nodded, his head bobbing frantically, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He looked completely undone, a shivering mess of a man who had been pushed to his absolute limit by a single act.
Honey chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. She shifted her weight and stood up in one fluid motion. She stood over him for a moment, looking down at his exposed, shaking form. The power dynamic was palpable; he was sprawled on the couch, vulnerable and needy, while she stood poised and in complete control.
"You okay?," she whispered, reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
“Just about. That felt so good” he said with a small huff which he hoped sounded like a laugh.
She stepped back just enough to give him room to move, her gaze locking onto his. "Shall we go to your bedroom?"
Spencer scrambled to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. He looked at her, his expression a mix of anxiety and intense longing, and without a word, he reached out to take her hand, leading her toward the bedroom with trembling fingers and a heart that felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.
As they entered the bedroom, the harsher light of the living room gave way to the soft, dim glow of a bedside lamp. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Spencer was still shaking, his breath coming in shallow hitches, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
"Sit down for me, Spencer," she whispered, her voice like velvet. "Just right here on the edge."
He obeyed instantly, Honey stepped into the space between his thighs, her warmth radiating against him. She didn't move to undress or initiate anything sexual; instead, she reached down and cupped his face in her hands. She stood straight, cradling his head, her fingers sliding up into his hair to gently massage his scalp.
Spencer let out a long, shuddering sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into her touch. He felt small beneath her, but for the first time since they had started, the anxiety wasn't clawing at his throat. It was being replaced by a profound sense of safety.
"You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice a soothing lullaby. "I know it's a lot. I know you're nervous. But there's no rush, okay? We can go as slow as you need. If you want to stop, if you get overwhelmed, you just tell me. I've got you."
Spencer opened his eyes, looking up at her with a gaze full of raw vulnerability. "I... I just want it to be right," he whimpered, his voice small and cracking. "I don't want to mess up."
Honey let out a tiny, affectionate giggle and kissed his forehead. "You can't mess this up. There's no 'right' way other than how it feels for us."
The tension in Spencer's shoulders finally began to bleed away. Feeling a surge of affection and a newfound spark of courage, he leaned forward, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the skin of her stomach, just above the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He felt her stomach muscles flutter under his lips, and he looked up into her eyes, searching for approval.
Seeing the warmth and encouragement there, Spencer reached out. His hands were still trembling, but his movements were deliberate. He carefully hooked his fingers into the elastic of her pajama bottoms and slowly slid them down her legs, exposing her hips and the soft curve of her thighs.
He paused, his breath catching as he looked at her. He didn't just dive in; he stopped, his voice a hesitant whisper. "Can I... can I touch you? There?"
She didn't speak; she simply gave him a slow, encouraging nod, her eyes locked onto his.
Spencer reached out, his fingertips barely grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh. He moved with caution, as if he were testing the surface of a still body of water. He slid his hand upward, his touch light and tentative, learning the texture of her skin and the way she reacted to him. When his fingers finally brushed against the damp heat of her core, he jumped slightly, a small gasp escaping his lips.
He didn't push further immediately. He stayed there, testing the waters, feeling the slickness of her arousal and the way she leaned into his touch. He was learning her, exploring her body.
He shifted his hand slightly, his fingers trembling as he began to explore the folds of her. He was terrified of being too rough or doing something wrong, so he moved with an agonizing slowness. He felt the slickness coating his skin, the texture new and intoxicating. He wasn’t expecting her to feel so…warm, or wet either.
Every time he felt her hips give a tiny, almost imperceptible tilt toward him, a surge of confidence flared in his chest. "Is... is this okay?" he whispered, his voice sounding thin and breathy. "Does it feel good?"
Honey didn't answer with words, instead she let out a soft, airy moan that vibrated through the air. To Spencer, that sound was better than any verbal confirmation. It was a signal that he was doing something right. Emboldened, he slid one finger deeper, feeling the tight, welcoming heat of her entrance. He gasped, his own breath hitching at the sheer intimacy of the sensation.
He glanced upwards, eyes narrowing with a silent plea. She nodded gently, eagerly even. With her permission, he gently pushed his digit in.
He began to move his finger in a slow, tentative rhythm, mimicking the motions he'd only ever imagined. He watched her expression closely, noticing the way her eyelids fluttered and how her lips parted. The sight of her reacting to him—of him being the cause of that look of pleasure—made him feel a dizzying mix of pride and desperation.
Spencer’s breath caught when Honey leaned in, her mouth claiming his in a sudden kiss. Her fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just enough to make him shiver. The low, throaty sound she made against his lips sent a fresh wave of heat rolling through him. He didn’t hesitate. His fingers moved quicker inside her, curling inside her, adding a second digit that slid in with the slick heat already coating his skin.
Honey’s moan grew louder, her knees trembling. Spencer felt the tight flutter of her walls around his fingers and couldn’t stop the soft, broken whimper that escaped him. He kept the pace steady, curling and stroking, watching her face even as their mouths stayed pressed together.
Her free hand clamped onto his shoulder, nails digging in. She panted against his open mouth, each shaky exhale brushing over his lips. He kept moving his fingers, desperate to give her what she wanted, the wet sounds of his hand working inside her mixing with her quickening breaths.
Honey pulled back just enough to whisper, her voice soft and warm. "Spencer... I’m so close. You’re doing so well."
His eyes widened at her words, a needy whine slipping out of him. He pressed his forehead to hers, still pumping his fingers in that same steady rhythm.
Honey went silent for a few seconds, her mouth still slightly parted, her eyes screwed shut, holding her breath. Spencer was worried that he began to do something wrong, even though his movements hadn’t faltered. It wasn’t until she gripped him harder, wrapped one arm around the back of neck and let out an angelic guttural moan did he realise that she came.
His free hand clamped her waist, drawing her nearer while his chin pressed to her sternum, eyes locked upward as he watched her breathing return to normal. He had never seen anything so beautiful as watching her come, not even watching, but being the cause.
He eased his fingers free from her, lifting them to inspect the glistening coating under the light. Curiosity pulled him in as he turned his wrist slowly.
Honey's lips curved into a grin, her cheeks flushed with that post-orgasm haze, pupils blown wide. She dipped forward and slid both fingers between her lips, sucking her own slick release clean off them with deliberate pulls.
Spencer's head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut at the view. "Was that okay?"
"More than okay. You did so well," she murmured, brushing his curls aside with tender fingers.
Without a word, Honey straddled his lap and claimed his mouth again, the kiss softer now, laced with affection. She began to rock her hips, her wet pussy sliding along the length of his bare cock, coating him in her arousal.
“Lets take this off” She said whilst her fingers were already under the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it slightly, exposing his stomach. He lifted his arms up enough so she could slide it off him. It caught slightly on his chin, both of them giggling when their eyes met again when it finally came off, ruffling his hair in the process.
"Lie back for me," she whispered, pressing him flat to the mattress. "Still good? Want to keep going?"
Spencer could only nod,, his palms gliding up and down her thighs, fighting the urge to stare at where his cock nestled against her heat.
"Use your words, baby," she teased, leaning in to trail kisses along his jaw before sucking gently at his neck, leaving faint marks. The shift positioned his cock right at her entrance, the head nudging her slick folds. He strained not to thrust upward.
"Please, Honey, please," he breathed, cupping her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he swept her hair back.
Before she sunk down, Spencer told himself to keep looking into her eyes, he wanted to maintain that intimacy for as long as possible. But as soon as she let her hips move, his cock slowly being consumed by her wetness, inch by inch. His eyes clamped shut before he could stop them.
There was nothing that could compare to this feeling. Spencer spent his whole life content with the realisation that he may never get to experience intimacy like this, and now he had? He reckoned he would be chasing that feeling for the rest of his life. They moaned together, low and guttural, bodies locked. He gripped her hips hard, holding her still, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"How does it feel, baby?" she cooed, rolling her hips once in a testing grind that made his vision blur.
"So warm... so tight," he managed, voice strained. Any deeper thought on the sensation would push him over. She rolled again, hand firm on his jaw. "Oh fuck," he whined, arms wrapping her waist to pin her close. "I don't think I can last like this... I'm sorry."
"Is it the position? If you're the one moving, you'll control the pace," she offered softly, affection steady in her tone.
He nodded and shifted his weight carefully, his hands sliding behind Honey's back as he rolled them both over, surprisingly more fluid of a motion than he expected.
Now he hovered above, his cock still buried deep inside her. He tried to distract his mind by taking the time to look down at her body beneath him. He counted the moles across her chest, he kissed each one of them. He ran his hand down from her collarbones to her navel, committing the feeling of her skin to memory in case he never got to be so lucky to touch her like this again.
Stalling for time, he lent down to kiss her neck, gently brushing her hair out of the way. The smell of her hair this close to his nose was intoxicating, he didn’t care to try and hide his deep inhale. He kissed her neck all the way around from one side to the other, pausing once he reached her throat to hiss her softly. Her small hum of surprise against his lips further fueled his confidence.
Bracing on his elbows, he slowly pushed in. His first thrust came out uneven—too shallow at first, then a little too quick as he pushed back in. Honey's thighs parted wider around his hips, welcoming him. "That's it," she whispered, her fingers tracing his shoulders. "You got it"
He nodded, eyes flicking between her face and where their bodies joined. His next stroke was steadier, but he still paused midway, adjusting his angle like he wasn't sure how deep to go. The wet heat of her gripped him tight, and every small movement sent sparks up his spine. He pulled back slower this time, almost slipping out before sinking in again with a shaky breath.
"Fuck... sorry," he muttered when his hips stuttered, the pace off. Honey just smiled softly, lifting her thighs higher to allow him more room.
Her hands cupped the back of his thighs, guiding him gently without taking over. He tried again, hips rolling forward in a tentative push that made her pussy clench around his cock. A low groan escaped him, and he buried his face in her neck for a second, breathing her in before lifting his head to watch her expression.
Spencer adjusted his hips with small shifts, pulling back just enough to feel the drag of her pussy gripping his shaft before sinking in again. Each thrust grew a fraction more confident as he listened to her reactions, his hands braced on either side of her. He breathed her name, her actual name, against her neck, overwhelmed by the heat and tightness but determined to keep going at this pace that let him explore what made her react strongest.
He drew his cock out in one long, measured pull, his shaft glistening with her slick as her core clung to every inch. Then he drove back in hard, hips snapping forward until his pelvis met hers with a solid smack and his cock bottomed out deep inside her. Honey's moan came out low and throaty, her inner walls rippling and squeezing around him in response.
Hearing he did well hit him like a truck, smugly, he smiled against her shoulder, hooking his arms under her thighs, opening her up more whilst gently folding her in half, his hands cupping her ass, pounding back into her.
“That’s so good, Spence. You’re doing so well” she managed to moan out, nails scraping his back.
“Yeah?” He moaned back before kissing her sloppily, seemingly neither of them cared, each slap of his hips hitting hers accompanied a moan from them both, mingling together in their shared air. As he withdrew slowly, he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, pushing his tongue in her mouth when he drove back in.
The giggle mixed with a groan she let out sounded almost demonic. He knew he made her proud. He impressed her and realised he would do anything to make her feel that again.
“Fuck. You’re so deep” She cried out, her hands resting on the outside of his thighs.
“Sorry sorry, is it too much?” He asked, stilling his movements momentarily, concerned he had hurt her.
“Fuck no, did I tell you to stop?” She bit back.
Spencer nearly came right then and there. He found her arguing attractive, but paired with his cock deep inside of her, her walls fluttering around him, he could no longer hold back. His restraint finally snapped.
He quickly pulled back up enough to be able to replace where he had his arms with his hands, pressing the backs of her thighs down until he fully folded her in half. He knew she was flexible, he heard it a million times sitting opposite her at work. He knew she could handle it.
Using the leverage her thighs provided him, he drove into her, over and over, bottoming out each time, the pace steady and unrelenting. The force of his thrusts recoiled her body towards him, creating the most beautiful and filthy rhythm. He matched each bounce of her body stroke for stroke. He didn’t know where this side of him came from, it must be Honey. She always had a way of pulling different versions of him out.
He felt the coil in his stomach tighten, every square inch of his body tingle as he approached his climax, his pace starting to quicken, becoming erratic to the point he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried.
“Fuck Fuck fuck” he sobbed as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, biting down on the soft flesh as he tipped over the edge, spilling into her with a gutteral groan. His body twitched uncontrollably, falling limp against her once the aftershocks had worn off, finally letting go of her thighs, feeling them instantly fall comfortably to his sides.
He didn’t realise how sleepy he would feel after. It didn’t help that Honey gently ran her nails up and down the expanse of his back, the other hand playing with his hair at the back of his head. He had to use all of his will power to pull himself up onto his elbows to look into her eyes.
“Hey” he said quietly with a sheepish grin. Flicking his nose against hers in an effort to make her giggle.
“Hey back” she giggled back instantaneously.
“Did I do well?” He murmured, kissing her jaw.
She hummed, the sound deeply satisfying. “I don’t think that requires an answer baby.”
“Go on. Appease me. Please?”
She rolled her eyes playfully. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, forcing them both upwards. “Like most things you do Spencer, you excelled. You have this really annoying habit of exceeding my expectations”
He huffed in amusement, glancing down at where they met, his cock was still completely hard inside of her. He pushed in an inch experimentally. The smallest drag of his shaft inside her made his eyes roll back.
He slowly lent back down, pulling her into another gentle kiss, resuming his small, shallow earlier strokes. Fully intent on carrying on with another round, after all, he only made her come once.
Honey laughed, pushing him back by his shoulders lightly. “Nuh -uh”
He whined, the sound small and desperate, dropping his head into the hollow of her neck. “I’m still hard”
“I can tell” she teased, purposefully squeezing her walls around him. “My legs are sore, you did practically fold me in half”
“I didn’t hear any complaints.”
She grinned, leaning up and pressing the gentlest kiss they shared all night to his lips. “It’ll start hurting for you after a while. Believe me”
She gave his shoulder a tap, and Spencer moved off her, falling backwards against the bed. His warm cock tinging in the cool air. He watched as she stood, he lazily reached out in an effort to touch her, perhaps to keep her next to him, perhaps because he didn’t want her to leave yet. He couldn’t tell.
He had never felt more content in his life, sprawled across his bed, staring lazily at the ceiling fan above him. He heard Honey tiptoe out of the bedroom before the bathroom light clicked on and the door quietly closed behind her. He supposed he should’ve gone with her rather than leaving her to find it herself, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt so completely, utterly at peace.
He’d expected to feel different after losing his virginity at twenty-five. Older, perhaps. Changed in some fundamental way. Instead, he felt exactly the same person he’d been an hour earlier. It wasn’t disappointing, far from it. If anything, it confirmed something he’d never quite been able to put into words. Although he’d missed out on one of the most intimate experiences of his life for far longer than most people, not having sex had never made him incomplete. It hadn’t made him any less of a man.
It wasn’t something he feared anymore.
For the first time in his life, it simply felt… normal. He could only thank Honey for that.
People always said you never forgot your first time. Spencer had always assumed that was a romantic exaggeration. Now, lying there with the lingering warmth of the evening settling over him, he wasn’t so sure. Even if he somehow woke up tomorrow without his eidetic memory, he was certain that this would still be one of the nights he’d remember for the rest of his life.
a/n : I'm literally posting this in the middle of my working day so thats fun. I spent all day Friday, Sunday and Monday night writing this so I could get it out quickly whilst I have the inspiration!
Please let me know if you would like to be apart of my taglist, or if you should like to be a test reader for me, that way you will be able to read my fics early.....
