Summary: Seven minutes stuck in a closet with Spencer really feel like heaven
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff, Smut
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) alcohol consumption (responsibly), Reader is a little tipsy, flirting, truth or dare, suggestiveness, forced proximity, playing seven minutes in heaven, heavy kissing, grinding, allusions to sex
Word count: 2.1k
Author’s Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Stuck Together Writing Challenge
Masterlist
The alcohol was buzzing in your veins when you let your sight wander over the room. It was to be expected that Penelope's birthday party would be a blast but you hadn't quite expected how much a certain someone would catch your attention.
Any remaining inhibitions were suppressed by the two glasses of wine you just had. It was not enough to make you lose control, but enough to become more blatant with the object of your desire.
And damn, Spencer really looked desirable tonight.
Relaxed against the cushions of Penelope's couch and deep in a conversation with Luke, he had never looked more handsome. A smile was blooming on his face, obviously excited to share whatever random fact had just come to his mind.
You watched him from a few feet away before you decided it had been long enough. Craving his attention, you walked over to the couch. He looked up at you and you noticed a slight rosy shade spreading over his cheeks.
All the seats around the coffee table were taken by party guests. That didn’t stop your plan to finally close the distance between you and your favorite coworker, though.
You pointed at his lap and chirped, “I'm sorry, is this seat taken?”
Spencer looked up at you wide-eyed, making the confusion your question caused apparent.
“Uh, I can get up if you want to sit here,” he offered as he attempted to stand up.
You were quick to place your hands on his shoulders to push him down again. “No need,” you snickered right before you plopped down in his lap.
Spencer froze underneath you while the people around you gasped and laughed and playfully sang ‘ooooh’. Your boldness surprised not just him but yourself too.
His face was mere inches away when you turned your head to look at him and quipped, “I hope you're comfortable.”
“I bet he is,” Luke chuckled and playfully hit Spencer’s shoulder.
“I uh…,” he muttered, still looking at you like a deer caught in the headlights.
It was then that you noticed how his arms were hovering over you and he seemed incredibly tense. You felt bad for just invading his space like that, a knot forming in your stomach at the thought that your proximity might be unwanted.
“Sorry,” you mumbled as you tried to get up again.
To your surprise, Spencer’s hands flew around your waist, hindering you from moving away from him.
“No, please stay,” he finally managed to say.
Your heart began beating so loud you were sure Spencer could hear it. The way his palms were placed on your body, his fingers burying into you ever so slightly, let your head spin.
Spencer leaned back against the backrest of the couch, relaxing his body so you could comfortably lean against him, one arm resting on his shoulder and your side pressed into his chest.
Your eyes fell to the coffee table at Spencer’s drink, expecting to find an alcoholic beverage. That would at least explain the way he reciprocated your action. But unless he had spiked his tea, you were certain he must have been sober.
You turned back to look at him. “Is this really okay?”
He nodded as a smile spread over his face. “Yeah, I like having you close.”
You could feel how your cheeks began burning, if from the alcohol or his words was unclear, though.
Luke suddenly got up from his spot beside Spencer, chuckling, “I think I'm gonna give you two some space.”
With the seat beside Spencer now vacant, it felt odd to stay in his lap, so you slowly slid off his thighs to sit beside him instead. In an instant your heart protested, yearning for his touch again.
By the way a quiet sigh fell from Spencer’s lips, you hoped he might already miss your nearness too. He was quick to shift in his seat until the side of his thigh touched yours, creating a connection that would soothe your longing for now.
Before you could overthink whether or not that had been intentional, Penelope approached the group of people sitting around the coffee table and loudly sang, “Time for truth or dare! And nobody gets to say no because it's my birthday!”
She sat down opposite from you and placed her tablet on the table. “I already put everyone's names in,” she announced when she pressed the start button of some colorful app.
Your heart began racing as you watched the display, relief washing over you when the name Tara appeared.
“Truth,” she said while pressing the button on the display.
Penelope read the question out loud, “From all the people here, who would you like to kiss?”
Tara began laughing, “What, is this a special matchmaker version of Truth or Dare?”
Penelope glanced over you and Spencer and snickered, “Perhaps.”
Her reaction made you a little suspicious but you decided to let it slide for now. Instead you took another sip of your wine while curiously waiting for Tara's answer.
“Emily,” she finally said and even you had to chime in when the others reacted with a playful ‘oooh’.
Two more rounds and you learned that Penelope's neighbour fantasized about his librarian and laughed while Rossi presented his worst pick-up line.
Then Spencer’s name lit up on the screen. To your surprise he picked dare and froze in place once the words appeared on the screen. Penelope began giggling uncontrollably, unable to read it out loud. You leaned forward to see what the dare was.
Seven minutes in heaven with-
You gasped once you saw your name. It became very obvious very quickly that Penelope must have messed with the algorithm somehow (or maybe she had programmed the app altogether).
“Come on, you two lovebirds,” she laughed. “My closet is waiting for you!”
Your heart sank when you saw Spencer shake his head and shoot her an angry glance. “Come on, Garcia. That's not funny,” he scolded her.
“We're just following the rules,” she protested. “Come on, don't be a killjoy.”
“Yeah, Reid. You loved having her in your lap earlier,” Tara quipped, very obviously already tipsy as well.
Spencer found your eyes, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Are you okay with this?”
It felt like the room was spinning when all eyes were suddenly on you. The bravery you displayed earlier was long gone but the thought of being alone with Spencer excited you more than you could bring to words.
Tentatively, you nodded as you got up from the couch. Everyone began squealing and gasping when the two of you followed Penelope to her bedroom closet. Before you realized what was happening, she shoved the two of you in and closed the door while exclaiming, “See you in seven minutes!”
You leaned against the wall and Spencer stood right in front of you, a few inches away. The light inside the closet was dim. It felt too awkward to look at him, so you decided to let your sight wander over Penelope's colorful dress collection while mumbling, “Seven minutes, huh? So what do you want to talk about?”
“I'm not in the mood to talk,” Spencer grumbled, his tone shocking you. Your eyes found his to scan his face. What you initially interpreted as anger was actually something else.
Something even more dangerous.
The heat his body radiated was overwhelming and you noticed how his lips parted. His eyes were dark and filled with desire. The way he looked at you let shockwaves run through your body.
Despite already suspecting the answer, you still whispered, “What do you want to do then?”
Instead of answering you, his hands flew to your face, gently cupping your cheeks before he leaned in.
“This,” he breathed right before his lips met yours.
The kiss was soft and timid at first, almost as if he wanted to give you a chance to back down. That was the last thing you wanted, though. Without hesitation you reciprocated the kiss, your arms grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.
Kissing him felt like tasting the first droplets of water after a lifelong drought. Soft lips brushed over one another while gentle hands didn’t dare to let go. When a silent sigh escaped your throat, the atmosphere shifted. Spencer tongue begged for entrance and you granted it, melting into him with a vigor that knocked the air out of his lungs.
Spencer pressed his body into you, a soft hum vibrating against your lips. It was mesmerizing to be kissed like that, a sensation so phenomenal it made your head spin and your heart flutter.
Spencer leaned back just enough to groan, “Seven minutes with you is not enough”
A breathy laugh fell from your lips. “Depends on your skills,” you quipped.
He chuckled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Then, he whispered, “Are you challenging me?”
Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body flush against his and snickered, “Why don’t you find out”
Spencer sighed when he felt you press your hips against his. His nose tenderly brushed over yours when he cooed, “I'd much rather take my time with you.”
You expected him to capture your lips once more but instead his mouth found your neck. He kissed and nipped on sensitive skin until you whined so desperately it made him smile against you.
“To learn all about you,” he whispered into your ear.
As if your knees hadn't already felt wobbly enough, one of Spencer’s hands brushed down your waist and over your hip before hoisting one of your legs up, making space for him to press his body even harder into you.
Heat rushed through your body and down between your legs when you sensed his desire burning for you. Even through several layers of clothing you could feel how his hardness pressed against your center.
His lips found yours again, but just for a second. Then, he murmured, “To find out what makes you sing my name.”
The way he ground his hips against your sensitive core let a moan rip right through you, immediately followed by his name.
“Spencer…”
“Hm exactly like that,” he hummed before getting lost in another deep kiss.
Time stood still as you got lost in this sinful embrace, rocking your hips against him ever so slightly, creating enough friction to sooth your desperation for now.
This really felt like heaven.
Until Spencer suddenly and without a warning broke the kiss, having you whimper in protest. He let go of your thigh, gently placing your foot back on the floor before taking one step back to look at you. Your arms reached out immediately to pull him closer but he shook his head and took your hands in his, placing an innocent kiss on each of them.
“I'm sorry,” he mumbled. “Only two minutes left and I need to uhm… cool down.”
His sight dropped down to his crotch for a split second to make clear what he meant. Then, he found your eyes again. Spencer had never looked more beautiful with his lips plump from kissing and cheeks blooming pink.
You looked up at him with widened eyes as you bit your own lip, struggling hard not to rip off your clothes and jump him right then and there.
“Please stop that, you're making this impossible,” he chuckled as he averted his eyes to the wall behind you.
You took pity in him, aware how embarrassed he'd be if Penelope saw how riled up he'd gotten. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ground yourself.
“Do you want to talk about baseball?” You joked.
Spencer laughed at your words, “Not really, no.”
His smile was soft and so, so cute when he looked at you. “You’re very beautiful,” he said.
His words let your heart flutter. “So are you.”
Comfortable silence filled the confined space until your attention was captured by high-heeled footsteps approaching.
“You good?” You asked Spencer who took a deep breath and adjusted his pants before nodding.
Penelope swung the door open, a wide grin spread over her face. “Oh boy!” She squealed. “You two look like things got a little heated!”
“Not really, no,” Spencer lied.
“I hope you used protection,” she giggled as she stepped aside to let you walk out of the closet.
In a warning tone, Spencer grumbled, “Garcia…”
“Oh! Oh! You know what would be even better! Cute little curly-haired baby geniuses! Giving me another godchild would be the perfect birthday present!” She continued babbling, making the both of you laugh.
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Okay okay so that vocal!reader request but one day reader decides to be a brat and just keeps quiet just to mess with him and Spencer narrows his eyes like "don't hide those noises from me" and reader is just clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no like >:) nuh-uh >:) so Spencer's like "alright" and just does everything he can to get you to stop with the silent treatment - he eats you out with more intensity, he fingers you with more precision, he fucks you harder etc.
You can't tell me that the scientist in him loves the whole experimentation of sex - the whole cause and effect of it. Like your sounds alone can get him off, they're the empirical evidence of the effect (your pleasure) he causes.
a/n oh well good morning to you too. Enjoy!!
REQUESTS OPEN!
cw: Dom!Spencer, orgasm control, edging, restraint, overstimulation, smut-heavy, light bondage, bet, teasing, dirty talk, loss of control, smug Spencer.
It started with a stupid bet.
The kind that bloomed from too much comfort, too much time together, and the subtle kind of competition that always simmered beneath your banter with Spencer. It was playful—until it wasn’t.
You were curled up together on his couch, legs tangled, fingers idly brushing through his curls as he monologued about some new psychology journal. His words blurred, your attention more focused on the smirk he got whenever he thought he knew something you didn’t.
“…and most people make involuntary vocalizations during sex. Even trained meditators—”
“Spencer,” you interrupted with a small smirk, “you’re saying it’s impossible to stay silent during an orgasm?”
“Physiologically unlikely,” he corrected, smug.
You tilted your head. “So if I did, you’d be… impressed?”
He leaned in, eyes glinting. “I’d be shocked. Intrigued. And a little… challenged.”
You grinned, biting your lower lip. “Let’s make it interesting.”
His eyebrows rose.
“I bet I can stay completely silent—no moaning, no sounds, no words—while you try to make me come.”
He blinked once. “And what do I get when you fail?”
You grinned wider. “Whatever you want.”
His eyes darkened. “And when you lose, you’ll beg.”
You didn’t flinch. “Deal.”
You regretted it the moment he tied your wrists.
The soft silk of his tie wrapped snug around your wrists, tethered to the headboard. Not tight, but firm enough to send a jolt of submission through you. Spencer hadn’t stopped smiling since you issued the challenge.
“You know,” he said as he trailed his fingertips down your bare thighs, “I read somewhere that deprivation enhances arousal. Silence, restraints, denial—heightens the sensory experience.”
You arched a brow. “Quoting studies isn’t going to make me moan.”
“I’m just warming up.” He slid his hands up, thumbs grazing the crease where your thighs met your hips. “We’ll see how quiet you are when you’re begging me to let you come.”
You met his gaze head-on, eyes daring. Bring it.
He started with his mouth.
Not touching you where you wanted—God, never there. Just feather-light kisses along your ribcage, your hipbones, the inside of your thighs. You squirmed, frustrated, but stayed silent. Not even a sigh.
His smirk only grew.
“You’re holding out. Cute.” His breath brushed your inner thigh. “But I haven’t even started yet.”
And then his tongue met your clit.
You bit your lip hard, eyes fluttering. Spencer was slow. Purposeful. He alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking gently, using his fingers to spread you open. Every movement was measured, calculated.
You didn’t make a sound.
He looked up, lips glistening. “Still nothing? I’ll admit—I’m impressed.”
But he didn’t stop.
He edged you twice with just his mouth. Every time you got close, every time your hips twitched and your body tensed, he pulled back with maddening precision.
By the time he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, you were panting. Silently, but visibly shaking with need.
“You’re wet enough to soak the sheets,” he murmured, trailing a finger through your slick folds. “But still quiet. Hm.”
His cock strained against his pants.
You lifted your chin defiantly.
He brought out the vibrator next.
You should’ve known he wouldn’t rely on just himself. Spencer never walked into anything without research. You were surprised he hadn’t drawn up a goddamn chart.
The toy was small and pink—deceptively innocent.
“Let’s try this,” he murmured, clicking it on.
When it touched your clit, you twitched.
He kept the setting low at first, watching your face, eyes devouring every twitch and tremble.
“Still not enough, huh?” he murmured, turning the intensity up one notch.
Then another.
Your thighs shook. You pulled at the restraints.
Still silent.
Spencer’s jaw clenched. “You are so fucking stubborn.”
He pressed the toy harder, leaned down, and slid two fingers inside you, curling them just so—
You arched. Your lips parted—
But no sound.
He growled, low and possessive, leaning down to kiss you. “I want to wreck you. You know that, right?”
You blinked at him innocently.
He finally undressed, letting you watch as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the lean, toned body you loved so much. His cock was flushed, thick, already leaking.
He crawled over you, eyes wild now.
“No more toys. No more teasing,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay silent.”
He slid in with one deep, slow thrust.
Your breath caught. Your nails dug into the sheets. But still—no sound.
Spencer braced one hand beside your head, the other gripping your thigh as he began to thrust, slow at first, then harder. Deeper.
He cursed under his breath. “You’re so fucking tight.”
You clenched around him in response.
He leaned down, mouth at your ear. “I know you want to scream. I can feel it.”
You shook your head, smirking.
Challenge accepted.
He fucked you hard. Every thrust dragged a sharp gasp from your lungs that you barely managed to stifle. His hips slapped against yours, cock hitting deep, angles that had your legs trembling.
Still no moan.
He flipped you over.
“On your knees. Now.”
With your wrists still tied, you were at his mercy. He pulled your hips up and slammed back inside, one hand gripping your hair, the other pressing between your shoulders.
This time, he didn’t hold back.
“Fucking moan for me.”
You stayed quiet.
“You’re soaked. You’re dripping down my thighs, and you’re going to pretend you’re not losing your mind?”
Still nothing.
He reached around and rubbed your clit, fast, ruthless.
You bucked against him, mouth open in a silent scream, your body spasming.
Still.
Silent.
He froze. “You just came.”
You nodded smugly.
He groaned, collapsing over you for a moment. “Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.”
He pulled out suddenly.
Before you could process it, he flipped you again, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
“I want to see your face when you break.”
You met his gaze. Sweat clung to his chest. His pupils were blown wide.
He lined up again. “One more orgasm. You moan—I win.”
You lifted your chin. “Do your worst.”
That was a mistake.
He pushed in deep and stayed there, grinding against your g-spot.
He fucked you with furious intent, no rhythm, no restraint. His hands were everywhere—your breasts, your throat, your hips—guiding you, controlling you. The silk tie bit into your wrists.
He leaned close. “Come on, baby. Let me hear you.”
You whimpered—silently.
He growled.
Then he grabbed the vibrator again.
“Let’s really see how long you last.”
You were already sensitive. But with the toy on your clit and Spencer pounding into you mercilessly, your resolve cracked.
The orgasm hit you like lightning. Your body snapped taut.
A cry almost escaped.
You clenched your teeth.
Then—Spencer leaned down, lips brushing your ear.
“You’re mine, and you’re going to fucking scream my name.”
And that was it.
You screamed.
“Spencer!”
The moment you did, he pulled you down onto his cock, burying himself deep, and spilled inside you with a loud, guttural moan.
You trembled, shattered.
Your body collapsed into the sheets, boneless, your voice hoarse.
He untied your wrists slowly, kissing the red marks, brushing your sweaty hair from your face.
“You lost,” he whispered, triumphant.
You smiled weakly. “Was it… obvious?”
He chuckled, cupping your face. “You screamed like I murdered you.”
You both burst into laughter.
He brought you water. Cleaned you up with a warm cloth. Kissed every part of you like an apology.
As he settled beside you, pulling you into his arms, you rested your head on his chest.
“So,” you murmured, “what do you want now that you won?”
Summary: Reader is deep in preparation for her finals, much to Spencer’s frustration. When she creatively incorporates him into her anatomy review, it turns into a pleasurable experience for them both.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: f!receiving oral, face sitting, face riding, f!masturbation, softdom!spencer, but he's needy and desperate, anatomy terms that may have been used incorrectly (sorry), slight dry humping, overstimulation, yearning.
Word Count: 3.3k
Masterlist
Finals season.
The ever-dreaded, ever-disliked period between the end of April to June where every student you know is scrambling to absorb roughly four months of material in a matter of weeks.
All bets are off in this lawless space of time. Coffee at 2 AM? Completely advised, go right ahead. Hundreds of dollars spent in food delivery? Sure. Anything to keep the grind going, right? Major papers that should’ve taken weeks to write being done in a frantic three hours? It’s a rite of passage, really. And luckily, you get to spend a much-needed summer break afterwards, recovering from all these horrific decisions you’ve put yourself through.
Needless to say, your current setup involved many textbooks, flashcards scattered about, and highlighters in the most random of places, all in the name of preparation for this beast of a week.
And of course, it was all set to the sounds of a very needy Spencer Reid, who’d been begging for your attention since he’d gotten here.
“You’ve studied so much already, I swear. Can’t you take a break?”Spencer questions petulantly, sitting on the bed adjacent to your desk, where you were currently hard at work memorizing the thirty-one pairs of nerves that made up the spine.
You’d been studying intensely for this semester's finals. By making a couple of well-informed choices beforehand, you were actually quite on track when it came to your learning and retention of material.
For the most part, it seemed like you were on track to sail through all your classes without a hitch. That held true, until you brought up Introduction to Anatomy.
Anatomy was fun, by all means. Interesting labs, interesting people, interesting content. However, what daunted you more than anything in pertinence to the material was the enormity of the terms and vocabulary you were expected to know in time for the exam.
“I haven’t studied enough.” Is your quick response, a small smirk finding its way to your lips. Despite loving your boyfriend, there was a certain pleasure in seeing him so desperate for you, a power-rush that felt unbelievably good.
And to your credit, you really were hard at work memorizing these terms. As much as you enjoyed his company (and the sex he wanted to engage in), it simply could not take precedence over the task at hand.
“You know, multiple studies recommend at least twenty minutes of a break for every hour you study, for peak brain efficiency, and you-” He checks his watch, mentally calculating how long you’d been at that desk. “You’re due for at least an hour’s worth of break at this point.”
You finally look up, your finger halting on the paper it’d been tracing over. “Spencer, you know I’d love to take a break but-”
He sighs heavily. “I’m aware. This is important. I get it.” He grumbles, flopping onto the bed in a slightly dramatic fashion.
You giggle at the scene. For all his propriety, there was never a more amusing sight than your boyfriend reduced to base desire and instinct. You take pity on him though, and smile gently at him.
“Look, why don’t you get out? Go have lunch, do whatever, and come back. Hopefully I’ll be closer to finishing then, and we can hang out then?” You offer, hope in your voice.
He sighs and nods, lifting himself off your bed. “Yeah, sounds good.” He murmurs, coming over to the desk to place an affectionate, chaste kiss upon the top of your head. “Good luck.” He says, cracking a half smile as he leaves, which you return with a smile of your own.
The door closes, and you’re left with nothing but silence, and the lateral cutaneous branches looking up at you from their place on the page. Time to work at it, you suppose.
It’s about two hours later, when you hear the tell-tale knock of your boyfriend at your door, presumably back from his excursion away from you. Your place at your desk is momentarily abandoned in favor of letting him in, and there’s instant delight in your eyes, considering the two cups of coffee he presents to you. One is iced, one is not. Without any words exchanged between either party, the iced coffee is grabbed and you grin.
“Thank you.” You say, taking a sip. Of course he’d remember your order perfectly.
“You know, that could’ve been my coffee, for all you know.” He teases, striding into the room.
You roll your eyes fondly whilst you close the door. “Spencer Reid drinking iced coffee? I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Coffee is supposed to be hot!” He protests, immediately, this being an obvious subject of passion for him. “Hot brewed coffee contains far more antioxidants, and doesn’t risk being watered down by ice- oh, and another thing-”
You stifle a chuckle whilst watching him. This had been an ongoing debate for you two, essentially since the day you met. Your first date had been at a coffee shop. When he'd asked for your order, he looked almost appalled at the prefix of “iced” you’d tacked onto your statement.
Nevertheless, he still ordered it, and did his best to educate you on why hot coffee was “clearly” superior.
Somewhere between lecturing you on caffeine effectivity and nutritional information, you were head over heels.
“Anyway.” He says, breaking your thoughts, and seemingly done with his argument. “How far are you into studying?”
You make your way back to your desk, biting your lip as you stand over the material. “Pretty far.” You murmur, reluctantly. “I dunno. I know I know this material, but I feel like it hasn’t solidified in my brain, you know? Like I need to keep hammering it in until it’s basically muscle memory for me.”
He moves slowly to be behind you, his hands coming to rub your shoulders gently, soothing the worn out muscles on your back. His touch is warm and reassuring, a quiet way of saying, “You can rest.”
“You know.” He murmurs, softly. “You’d probably do better with a break. Take a breather, let your brain relax for a second.”
There’s a pause, before he adds in a quiet voice, “Maybe spend some time with me?” His hand comes to move some hair away from your neck, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the side of it.
You melt into the movement. He always knew exactly where your weak spots were, where you’d falter and give right into his ministries.
But you know you can’t. You force yourself to breathe and look away, as though that simple act might help you forget how his hands had lingered on you just a moment ago.
“I want to, I swear. But I won’t feel good about taking downtime until I’m absolutely sure I’ve got this.” You say, firmly extricating yourself from his grasp.
He gives another one of his heavy sighs, accepting his fate quietly, knowing he won’t be able to convince you outside of your own accord.
“Alright then. I’ll just hang out here then.. For however long that might take.”
You give a small, pained smile. “Thank you. I know I’m being difficult.”
“You’re not. You could never be difficult.” He responds, immediately, returning your smile with one of his own. “It’s just finals season. I know your performance will be wonderful, and we’ll have all the time in the world afterwards to spend time together.”
Your heart melts. You were beyond lucky to have him, and that adoration and knowledge is displayed plainly through your expression. “Thank you.” You repeat, unable to verbalize just how much his support meant to you. “I hate finals.”
“You and I both.” He shoots back, cracking a grin. “You’re going to do great.”
There’s no trace of doubt in his tone at all.
For the next hour or so, you both quietly coexist in the same space, the names of musculature and types of fibers muttered under your breath. After a while, the terms click into place, and with a quiet breath, you let the tension go. The final step in your preparation involved practicing the newly learned terms on a human model. Ideally, it would be one of the fake skeletons in the anatomy lab. Your gaze, however, drifted to your boyfriend on your bed, sprawled out, reading your physics textbook for fun.
Nerd.
An almost evil plan enters your brain, and your voice goes sickly sweet as you call out his name.
“Spence?”
“Mm?” He murmurs, looking over the book.
“Can you strip down to your underwear, please?” A harmless smile plays on your lips as you ask.
Spencer’s all ears as he hears that, and in record time his clothes are shed. “Are you-”
“Lie back on the bed.” You order.
He’s so obedient and eager, immediately complying with what you’ve asked of him without question. You smile, and discreetly grab a washable marker before making your way to where he was laid out.
“God. I’ve been so insanely needy for you all day. I’m so glad you’re done.” He says, his expression reeking of starvation as you straddle him. You can feel him harden under your touch, and choose to ignore that.
You lean down, your head at about his chest. His breathing quickens in anticipation, already so turned on from the minimal contact between you two.
Before he can make a move of his own, you pull out your marker and mark the space between his clavicle and shoulder.
“Brachial plexus.” You murmur, much to his utter confusion and dismay.
“You have to be kidding me.” He says, his look of confusion quickly morphing into one of realization. “I thought you were done-”
“I’m not.” You say, with a small smirk on your lips. “But I will be, if you’re quiet and let me work on you.”
He groans. “You’re evil, this is evil. I won’t-”
“The faster we get through this, the faster I’m all yours.” You interrupt, mostly ignoring him, because you know he’ll do anything if it means touching you by the end of it.
He takes a pained breath and tries to relax while you work on top of him, his obvious erection straining against the fabric of his briefs.
The pen drags down his chest, as you move down on him to better position yourself in accordance to the medial pectoral nerve you were marking.
“Baby, please.” He groans out, his hands fisting in the sheets below him in an attempt to not grab you and take you right then and there.
The slightest bit of friction seems to set him off, and you can tell he isn’t playing it up in the slightest. He truly was, well and gone for you within this moment.
“Sorry.” You murmur. “Just marking your.. anterior cutaneous branches.. of the thoracic nerves.” The pen drags against a spot on his chest, and he shudders.
“Won’t this stain my skin?” He says, a slight whine in his tone, doing absolutely anything to free himself from the absolute torture of this predicament he’d found himself in.
“Nah. It’s one of those pens they use for surgery.” You respond, dragging it along his sternum to mark a few more necessary terms. “It’ll come right off in the shower.”
You know exactly how to push his buttons. You lean in closer and whisper against his ear enticingly, “We can get clean together.”
He squeezes his eyes at that, the feeling of your lips brushing against his earlobe triggering an involuntary response, a low moan escaping him. “This is.. so unfair. I just want to touch you. Please.”
“Not until I’m done.” You fire back. “C'mon. You can be good and wait, right?”
“Easy for you to say.” He grits out. “You’re not the one, half naked and hard and having to watch you be..” He trails off.
“Be what?” You ask, a bit distracted as you mark another nerve of importance.
“Be.. sexy.” He mumbles out, clearly embarrassed by his own musings.
A small, wry smile comes upon your mouth. You lean back, a breath of laughter slipping free. “You think I look sexy?” You say, a teasing lilt in your tone.
He rubs a hand over his face, clearly mortified. “Yes. Yes, okay!” He grumbles out, clearly self-conscious by just how much he’s managed to be affected by you. “You’re on top of me, drawing on me, and I’m aware they’re just anatomical terms, but God the way you say them.”
His voice devolves into a near whimper, pitiful and aching. “It’s killing me.”
You hum, pleased with yourself. “Killing you, huh?”
“Yes.” He mewls. “Killing me. I want you so much, please. You’re so smart. Please. I know you’re going to do so good on this final. Just please, please, let me touch you.”
He collapses into his words, into you. No pride left, just need.
“Yeah? You think I’m smart?” You murmur teasingly, tracing the plastic of your marker along the side of his neck.
“Yes.” He moans, lowly. “So smart. You’re so hot when you’re working so hard. Makes me want you so bad.”
Your head turns back, and you can see the wetness of precum leaking from his cock on his briefs. He wasn’t faking it to get your attention. He yearned for you, plain and simple.
Your eyes find his, and they’re full of need, his expression absolutely shameless and desperate. “Please.” He repeats. “Please let me touch you. I don’t care how. Just- god. I can't do this. Please.”
It’s enough to make you yield. You slide off of him, and he lets out a soft, needy sound, already missing the press of you, until his breath catches at the sight of you stripping, your clothes landing somewhere off the edge of the bed without a second thought.
“You wanna touch me?” You murmur, crawling up the bed a little.
“Yes.” He whispers, nodding.
The way he looks at your naked body, eyes fixed, hungry, reverent.. it’s almost too much. You feel dizzy from the weight of it.
You straddle his face, a thigh on either side of him whilst you hover over his face, and then you look down. “Touch me then.” You murmur.
He practically growls as his hands wrap around your thighs. “With pleasure.”
He pulls you down entirely, effectively forcing your core against his mouth, his tongue lapping against every inch of your wet folds.
You moan, your hands coming to grasp the headboard in front of you. There’s absolutely nothing he could be thinking about, besides the taste and smell of you flooding and overwhelming his senses.
He devours you with a single-minded focus, his tongue expertly alternating between flattening and lapping you in slow, deliberate strokes, and quick flicks against your clit. It’s all done in service to you, Spencer thinking of the fastest way to unravel you, desperate to taste your release against his tongue– to hear you moan his name and shake above him.
He gets his wish when another stroke of his tongue finally causes you to come, your sweet release flooding his face, and him eagerly drinking it in. He moans as he attempts to pull you even closer to his mouth (if that was even possible).
You let out a breathy laugh as he seems to slow down, indicating the end of your session. “Spence.. Oh god. That was so good.” You try to get off him, but his grip on your thighs is iron-clad.
“Again.” He moans.
“What?” You ask, not sure if you heard him right.
“Again, please.” He begs, voice broken. “I need you.”
The absolute depravity and torment in his voice lulls you into complacency, as you assume your previous position above him.
“Okay. Okay, baby. We can go again.” You murmur, soothingly.
He wastes no time going right back in, his tongue albeit, a little slower now, keeping in mind that you’d just orgasmed, and that you were probably still sensitive.
He’s right to do so, little high-pitched moans and drawn out of you as you get comfortable again, despite the overstimulation.
His tongue circles your clit slowly, never properly touching it, delaying your next release. After a while of this teasing, you finally moan out his name, your hips shamelessly rocking against him.
“Spencer, god. Please. Need to come.” You beg, feeling yourself at the edge of a small death.
Spencer responds in kind, rapidly flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, and in record time, you’re coming again, much to his delight. He doesn't let up until he's absolutely sure he's lapped up every single drop, not letting any of it go to waste.
“Okay, baby. I gotta get off. Gotta breathe. So do you.” You pant out, as you get off from your seat on his face.
He shakes his head, tugging you closer.
“Please, wanna keep touching you.” He pleads, eyes teary, your release practically dripping off his chin. His hand digs into your arm with a lustful urgency. “Please. We can go again. I know we can.”
You yield to his request, because honestly, who could deny him right now? His hair messy, lips shiny and his voice, fractured and full of ache, barely held together.
You nod, lying down, on the bed, motioning for him to roll on top of you.
He rolls over and kisses you, and it’s absolutely sinful. You can taste yourself on him, moaning as your lips easily part and make way for him, the wet warmth of his tongue sliding against yours. There’s nothing held back between the two of you as your lips connect and reconnect, as his hand slowly slides down the expanse of your skin, finding your clit and beginning to rub slow circles against it.
“Oh god, Spencer.” You moan bonelessly, feeling the effects of your previous two orgasms and the one you were hurtling towards currently taking over you.
“Yeah?” He mumbles. “That feel good?”
“God, yes.” You moan. “You always know how to touch me, always know how to make me feel good- oh-”
He groans in delight as he dives in for another kiss, his fingers sliding across the slick bud even faster now, determined to make you fall off the edge for him one last time. He humps your thigh, practically desperate for some relief for his aching cock as well.
“Say my name.” He murmurs against your lips.
“Spencer.” You wail out, in response.
“Louder.”
“Oh god, Spencer, please!” You groan, your body beginning to tense up with the tell-tale signs of an orgasm, your body taut like a bowstring.
“That’s right, come for me.” He whispers, placing a sweet kiss against your collarbone, his hips continuing their rut in an attempt to chase his release as well.
And with a shout, you come, your body seizing up and succumbing to his touch, your hands wrapping around his neck in an attempt to ground yourself as you experienced the intense pleasure that could only result from being with him.
He seems to follow shortly after to the sound of your moans, a wet patch appearing on the front of his briefs.
You whimper as you come down for your orgasm, Spencer stroking your skin soothingly, peppering little kisses wherever he could reach.
“You doing okay?” He pants out.
“Better than okay.” You murmur, folding into his embrace, feeling as if you were floating on clouds, or some other poetic description of just how light you felt in this moment.
“I pushed you pretty hard, huh?” He mumbles, his voice tinged with a slight bit of concern.
“Don’t worry. I deserve it for teasing you so hard." You mumble.
"Thanks for helping me study, by the way." You tack on, already feeling yourself drift off into a quiet, peaceful slumber in his arms.
He chuckles a bit, and places a kiss against your forehead. “Glad I could make the lesson... hands-on.”
woah!!! hello!! so unfortunately, much like reader, i have also been swamped by finals :( but, this idea came to me and i decided to write it and try to make my way back to writing even a little bit more regularly. as usual, please like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed this fic. reblogs are basically the lifeline of tumblr, and if you'd like my work to reach more people, i would 10000% appreciate it so much. thank you so much for reading regardless, and i hope it was enjoyable. thank you thank thank you for all your support!!!! <333
Summary: After an unforgettable night, Wilson just can't seem to get his mind off you. It's a good thing you work at the same hospital, but it's too bad House is next door... right? (as promised @chardalton & @the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl !!!)
Pairing: James Wilson (House, MD) x Fem!Reader
Content Warning: 18+ content (NSFW/NSFM) - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT / semi-secret relationship (only from House), inappropriate workplace behavior, semi-public sex, brief sexting, office sex, thigh riding, fingering, female ejaculation, secret lingerie, desk sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up), breeding
Word Count: 5.4k
Inspired by: this post
Here is a link to ao3 if that is your preferred platform.
It was midday when Wilson’s text came through: Charting is killing me. I could use a break... preferably with you on my lap. My office. Now.
You glance at your phone as you wait by the nurse’s station for your next psych consult. The directness of his request makes your cheeks flush as you shift your phone from the threat of any prying eyes.
You move to lean against a wall (where you’re sure no one will see) and quickly type your response: You really know how to give orders, don’t you? Good thing I’m not feeling too disobedient today, I’m on my way.
When he calls your name to enter after you knock, you can tell from the strained tone in his voice he’s feeling impatient. As you let yourself into his office, it becomes even more apparent. Wilson’s hands are tapping across his desk and his facial features are even more defined from the tension in his jaw.
“Did you need a consult, Dr. Wilson?” you tease, tilting your head and batting your eyes.
There had been numerous “consults” between Wilson and you since started secretly seeing each other about three months ago and dating for the last month. House had only recently begun to get suspicious, but, of course, you’d already covered your bases, informing Cuddy and having a quiet chat with HR, just to stay ahead of things.
“Oh, hush,” he groans, his tone flirtatious but laden with desire. “Come here, darling.” Raising a finger and curling it, he beckons you over.
You obliged without hesitation, happily prancing over to meet him behind his desk.
As your message had said, you really weren’t in a disobedient mood today, though you did like to be bratty on most occasions. All day you’d been daydreaming about last night — how Wilson had devoured your pussy like a man starved before fucking you senseless in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom. Admittedly, you had been wet all day, pressing your legs together desperately, trying your best to focus on clinic duty… but the images always slipped in, corrupting your mind and making you throb with need.
“You’re being awfully cooperative today, aren’t you?” Wilson smirked, caressing his hands over your hips, which were level with his face as he sat in his office chair.
You nod eagerly, biting your lip in an attempt to conceal the depth of desire you’ve been holding onto all day.
“That’s so unlike you,” Wilson hummed, voice coaxing. “Have you been thinking about me, angel?”
He senses your restraint and places a soft kiss on the sensitive spot near the crease of your thigh, the one he knows drives you wild.
A sigh escaped you and your admission slipped out, breathless, “Yes… fuck, yes. It’s been driving me insane all day.”
“I thought so,” Wilson grinned at your confession before adding his own, hands roaming across your torso, but one moving to grip your ass firmly, pulling you closer.
“I’ve been thinking about you, too. Trying to do all this damn paperwork…,” a small grunt comes from his throat. “It’s so hard to concentrate when all I can think about is this.” His hand runs up the back of your thigh, bunching up your skirt, fingers sliding under the sides of your panties.
Your skin practically aches under his touch, desperate for any contact it can get. Breathlessly, you moan his name, “J-James…”
“I can’t stop remembering how beautiful you looked last night — my dick buried so deep in you… hair all messy, your mouth gaping open, crying for me…,” Wilson whispers with need, pulling you onto his lap in one fluid motion. You were straddling his thigh, your back flush against his chest, reminiscent of how you were positioned against him as he completely ruined you in front of the mirror last night. “I know it’s only been half a day, but I couldn’t wait anymore…I had to get my hands on my gorgeous girl.”
You rest your head back against his shoulder, the heat between you undeniable as you roll your hips down into his thigh, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to his neck. “Then touch me, please,” you whisper, voice thick with need.
Wilson’s groan is low and strained as his hands slide underneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of your underwear. His touch is gentle, savoring every second of this tension between you. As he traces the intricate rose-patterned lace beneath his fingers, he stops suddenly.
“Oh?” His voice cracks slightly, full of surprise and lust, the weight of his discovery heavy in the air. “You’re wearing these… here?”
A rush of heat flooded through you, your body responding to the thrill of the secret you’d been carrying all day. You knew exactly what they would do to him when you chose them this morning. The sultry red lace, a cheeky cut pair of panties he nearly tore off you the first time you wore them.
Wilson's fingers begin to move once again, dancing across the meshed fabric before flattening against you
"You really walked around all day like this?" His voice is thick with disbelief and hunger as he lifts up the back of your skirt to reveal the trail of red trim that perfectly curves against your ass cheeks. Wilson muttered a few unintelligible words to himself before releasing a pained groan, “You sat across from me in this morning’s consultation, acted completely normal, while you had these on underneath? Knowing what they do to me?" His fingers press slightly harder against your still-clothed core, lace straining beneath his touch, applying enough pressure you can’t help but gasp.
You bite your lip, catching your breath before nodding earnestly. "I thought about telling you," you admit teasingly, rolling down into him again, your body aching for more friction. "But it was much more fun wondering if you knew."
He presses his thigh against the motion of your hips, almost as if he were answering your request. You feel his desire grow beneath you, making your throbbing need intensify. Wilson’s lips linger just below your ear, voice low and deep, “God, I should’ve known. You kept shifting in your seat, crossing your legs too tightly… I almost asked if something was wrong.”
You smirk, leaning into him until your neck meets his lips, “And if I had told you?”
He places a desperate kiss against your throat before lightly grazing it with his teeth, his hand finally sliding beneath the waistband of your panties. “I would’ve had you in here with the door locked before my first patient. I can’t believe you’ve been this wet for me all day.”
Wilson’s digits don’t hesitate to find your core, sliding between your folds and making small circles against your bundle of nerves. His touch electrifies your senses, sending shock waves through your body, hardening your nipples and making your clit pulsate, desperate for more contact. As his fingers dip between your labia, teasing your entrance, a pleasurable moan escapes your lips (louder, admittedly, than you had expected) in the heat of the moment.
“Shhhh,” Wilson warned, quickly bringing his free hand to clasp over your parted lips, muffling the sound of your moan. “You better stay quiet, doll,” he purred in your ear, the heat of his breath nearly distracting you from his fingers dipping into your heat, testing your restraint. “We wouldn’t want House hearing next door, now would we?”
You smirk underneath his touch, the threat of House discovering you both this way making you ache with need even more. But you can feel from the way his breath hitches, the way his hands tremble slightly against your mouth, and his twitching bulge beneath you, that the thought excites him too.
“Naughty girl,” he hummed, his smirk evident in his voice as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His teeth scraped lightly over your pulse before he soothing the slight sting with his tongue. “You really get off on it, don’t you? Seeing just how much you can get away with before someone realizes just how bad you really are.”
A pitiful near-whine of “uh huh” is all you can manage as you buck your hips into his hand, his fingers now finding their rhythm pumping in and out of you. The pleasure was already overwhelming, but all you could think about was wanting more. More of his touch. More of that very unprofessional dirty talk flowing from his lips. More of whatever he had to give you.
Wilson obliged without the request even leaving your mind, curling his fingers inside you and mindlessly beginning to press his bulge harder against you, soft grunts falling from his lips The circular motion of his thumb against your clit made your entire lower half numb with warm pleasure, forcing you to bite down on your lower lip hard to stifle the urge to cry out like you had the night before.
"You sat across from me today, acted so damn composed, knowing full well what you had on underneath," Wilson continues, voice tense and thick with the last bit of his restraint. "Now, you’re on my lap making such a mess, hoping that House will hear on the other side of that wall — aren’t you?” His fingers are still curled inside of you, picking up their pace until you feel pressure grow in your abdomen.
Heat floods your face as Wilson makes clear he knows exactly what you were thinking about.“I - I like that he could hear,” you admit, voice trembling with arousal as your clit and inner thighs begin to flood with heat. As you continue, you are practically babbling, mind consumed with numbing pleasure. Wilson’s fingers had found your most sensitive spot, knocking it over and over with just the right amount of force in his fingertips. “K-knowing that he could hear everything — how badly I need you. How good you make me feel. Him knowing what you do to me, how dirty I am — fuck...”
Your tangent comes to a halt as you feel your orgasm crash into you, one that was more intense than any you had experienced before. The pressure that had built inside of you was heavy and nearly painful, but the relief that washed over you as you released on his fingers was mind numbing. You rode out your climax on his fingers with a recklessness that was unfamiliar to you, driven by a hedonistic bliss that was desperate and raw. The satisfaction you felt made your entire body feel like it was on fire and — for once in your life — your mind was completely blank, drunk on some kind of animalistic ecstasy.
“Jesus Christ,” Wilson groans, his large hands on each of your ass cheeks, pushing you up to the edge of his thigh. “You just squirted all over me. Damn, t-that’s so hot…” He stares at his now-soaked slacks and your swollen pussy with wide-eyed admiration.
His trance is broken when you gasp, your sore clit grazing his knee, sending a shock of pleasurable pain through your upper thighs. Responding tentatively with care, Wilson brings you back to rest flush against his chest, pressing multiple tender kisses to your flushed cheek. “You did such a good job, darling. You were perfect, as always.”
Every part of your body is sensitive as he caresses your body, fingers dancing up and down your torso causing bumps to rise along your skin.
“But I hope you don’t think we’re done here, angel,” Wilson whispers teasingly, still gently caressing his fingers through your hair. “You nearly made me cum in my pants… and now, I want House to hear just how pretty you sound taking my cock.”
You whimper in response as your body melts into his touch, every muscle softening as he moves you to bend over the edge of his desk. It’s as if you’ve forgotten how to hold yourself up, hot cheek pressed against the cool wood as he hikes your skirt up around your hips and spreads your legs open for him. He pulls your panties down your thighs with careless want, the lace scratching against your skin before the fabric catches at your knees.
Wilson groaned at the sight of you laid out before him, completely pliant under his hands. His fingers trailed down the curve of your spine, slow and deliberate, savoring the way you shivered at his touch.
“Look at you,” he hums, voice thick with hungry admiration. His thumbs press into your hips, holding you in place as he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear. “So sensitive… needy… gorgeous...”
Wilson’s fingers are flat against you again, coaxing your body to open until all you can do is surrender under his touch. Your breath hitches as you feel Wilson’s swollen tip line up with your entrance perfectly before gliding through your folds, causing your pussy to instinctually clench around nothing. There is a deep wanting ache inside of you that hated his teasing, but your body numb with pleasure, could find no reason to complain, reacting with small jumps every time he brushed against your clit.
As you process the pleasure you feel as he continues to slide his cock through your slickness, Wilson’s left hand comes down to grip your ass firmly. Before you can process his touch, he releases his hold, only to apply a stinging slap that motivates a breathy cry to escape your lips. You were shocked at first, he had never spanked you before — even when you were being bratty — but the sharp burning made you become even more wet and desperate for him to fill you.
Wilson’s fingers brushed the warm, flushed skin of your backside. “Guess you really weren’t in the mood to be disobedient today,” the tone of approval in his voice made your clit throb harder. “So good for me… letting me take control like this. Letting me do whatever I want.”
You try to form a response, your mind still hazy and body trembling, but the words escape you. All that comes out is a soft, shaky (and admittedly, pitiful) whimper. You can feel Wilson grin from behind you, his confidence thick in the already charged air.
“Normally, I love that bratty nature of yours,” he chuckles softly, lining himself back up with your entrance. “You’re always so sassy, testing me, ready with some biting comeback. But this…,” Wilson groaned, finally pressing his cock into you at (a still) painfully slow pace, “...seeing you speechless, so fucked out of your mind already… it’s doing something to me.”
As he bottomed out inside of you, you couldn’t help but moan, a sound coming out that was some attempt at his name. You had already come to know how wonderfully Wilson stretched you, but this heat from your first orgasm made you feel as if you were melting around him, perfectly molding against every vein ridge of his dick.
Wilson began to move, thrusting in and out of you with small breathy grunts accompanying each movement. His hands braced against your hips, fingers digging deep into your soft flesh. You could feel his gaze drinking you in, flickering between your pussy gripping him and the expression on your face — cheeks rosy, lips slightly parted, and eyes heavy-lidded, rolling back every time he sank into you.
For the first time in your slew of inappropriate work rendezvous, you didn’t (and truly, couldn’t) hold back the noises that escaped your lips, one cry coming out as some semblance of his name. Wilson’s tip hit against your cervix with the perfect amount of pressure, tapping it just firm enough that you nearly felt it in your stomach.
Your sounds made Wilson twitch inside of you, prompting him to pause briefly to keep himself from coming undone entirely.
With a low groan, he leaned forward, his chest flush against your back and his lips hovering beside your ear. “Think House is sitting in there, pretending he doesn’t hear how wrecked you sound?” Wilson whispered, an almost mocking tone in his voice. His words send a chill of pleasure down your spine, as his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pulling you from the desk, your back flat against his heaving chest. He continues, words still against your ear,“Or do you think he’s listening… really listening — wondering what I’m doing to make you come apart like this?”
The thought makes you gasp, the sound echoing , His fingers pressed slightly harder against the sides of your throat as you did. You clench around him, responding in absent-minded pleasure. “J-James,” is all you can whimper.
The idea of House, himself, hearing wasn’t what turned you on — it was the delicious anticipation of him discovering that his careful sensitive friend had completely lost control. The idea of Wilson, usually so measured and cautious, now completely undone, taking you raw, right here on his desk in the middle of the day, was intoxicating. It wasn’t just the thrill of it; it was the satisfaction of knowing you were the one who’d made him forget himself, made him lose his usual restraint. The tension between his normally composed, loyal nature and the raw, reckless abandon he was giving you sent a rush of heat through your veins, knowing it was all because of you. He’d never imagined being so reckless, and yet, here you were, the cause of his unraveling once again.
Wilson’s thrusts were becoming increasingly more sloppy, rutting into you at an uneven and needy rhythm. “God — you look so damn gorgeous, Y/N… letting me have you like this in the middle of the day…” his voice was breathy, trembling just like his legs as he fought to hold onto his control. “Y-you’re perfect… shit — you feel so, so good, my little secret… I - I can’t…” You thought it was so cute — how he always started to ramble when he was close to cumming, every bit of sense escaping him.
A deep, shuddering moan came from his lips, hand dropping down from your throat, fingers digging into your hips, holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. Wilson’s cock delved deeper within you, so deep it was nearly painful as his hardening tip hit against your cervix with relentless fervor.
You whimper at the sound of his voice, the sensation of his touch consuming you. “James, baby…” You felt close to the edge again, a familiar knot building within the pit of your stomach. “I-I’m about to…”
Wilson cuts you off with agreement,“I know, angel… me too.” His voice is rough, strained as he presses a gentle, reassuring kiss to your neck. “Let go for me,” he murmurs, nearly pleading, lips ghosting over your ear, breaths hot and uneven. “Come on, sweetheart… let me feel you cum on my cock, please.”
The way he says it, the way he’s holding you so tightly but with so much care — it’s all too much. Your body seizes, that coiling heat in your stomach rushing down your shaking thighs. “F-fuck…” A sharp, broken cry spilled from your lips as pleasure crashed over you. You didn’t care who heard at that point - House, Cuddy, anyone. Wilson groaned in response, as if the sound alone was enough to undo him… and it practically did.
His movements stuttered as your walls clenched around him, only to find euphoric relief as you became so soft and open for him. He was following closely behind you, hips thrusting once more until a guttural, shuddering moan tearing from his throat and you felt him release inside of you. He buried his face against your shoulder, forehead beaded with sweat and his whole body weak as he let go, completely and utterly undone.
Neither of you moves for a long moment, lost in the aftershocks of pleasure. Your breath is still coming in shallow gasps as you cling to him, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat slowing against your back. You both rest, regaining some composure in your muscles before breaking apart from one another.
Wilson presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Then keep taking me, James,” You hum, leaning into his touch, your fingers finding their way through his soft and, now, thoroughly tousled hair. He continues to place kisses along your neck as you speak. “Keep taking me like this, over and over… take all of me, until you’re completely satisfied… until you’ve had every part of me.”
“Oh, I’ll take all of you, sweetheart,” he assured, voice still rich with lust. His hands roam over your body once more, possessive and gentle at the same time, savoring the feel of your skin beneath his touch. “But I’m not going to let you forget how much you want me to… I’m going to take you until you’re lost in me. Until every part of you is completely mine.” His hands drift lower, his fingertips teasing as they glide across your skin, making your body hum with need. “And you’ll beg for it, every time, won’t you?”
“Mhm,” you reply, feeling the tension build inside of you once more. Just as you begin to beg him to spread you open again, reality creeped back in — the cool air against your heated skin, the quiet ticking of the clock, and the ever-present threat of someone walking in. A frustrated sigh escapes you as your fingers slid over his hand, which was cupping your breast, pressing it there for just a second longer before reluctantly stilling him. The disappointment of having to stop was palpable, a slow, burning ache lingering between you.
Wilson shifted behind you, groaning as he peeled himself away from your warmth. “We should… probably make ourselves look decent.”
You stifled a giggle, watching him blush at the realization of what had just transpired. “Mmm, you think?”
His lips quirk as he reaches for his crumpled dress shirt. “Unless you want House walking in and figuring out why my tie is missing and my pants are all soaked.”
You adjust your skirt back down over your thighs before blinking quickly, confused. “…Your tie is missing?” When did that happen?
Wilson paused, his brows furrowed, equally as perplexed. His eyes look around the room, groaning when he finds it draped over his desk lamp. “Fantastic.”
Smirking, you remove the fabric and thread it under his collar, hands lingering against his still-heaving chest. Though the tension never left, it was palpable again. Wilson’s heart was thumping so hard in his chest, you could feel it beneath your trembling fingers. His eyes, gentler and warmer now, were still filled with lust and need as they admired you make the first loop of the tie knot.
The pulse of desire within the air, however, was so rudely interrupted by the unmistakable rap of a cane against the doorframe. Your heart skips, the rush of heat between your legs suddenly replaced by a sharp jolt of anxiety.
Wilson’s face falls, hand lingering on the edge of your hip, trying to hold onto the moment before reality rushes back in. You can feel his body tense as a whispered huff escapes him. “Damn it…”
House’s voice filtered through, ladened with an undeniably smug amusement. “Wilson! Open up or I start taking bets on what exactly I just heard…” Two more sharp taps from his cane shook the door. “My money is on ‘reckless desk defilement’, but I’m sure that Cuddy might have more creative ideas.”
A look of exasperation was plastered across Wilson’s face, eyes already rolling in annoyance as he reluctantly removed his hands from your side. As he moved to grasp the knob, he groaned in defeat, turning it until the lock clicked in release.
House didn’t let a second pass, stepping just inside the doorway with his usual aura of casual arrogance. He leaned against his cane, gaze flickering across the scene, taking in Wilson’s still undone tie, your messy hair, typically neatly placed desk accessories along the floor, and the undeniable tension that still electrified the air.
“Well, well,” he began, his lips slowly twisting into a cocky grin, “it seems I should have taken those bets. Could’ve made quite a bit of cash.”
“House —,” Wilson started, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying his best to regather a sense of control.
“Oh, dont ‘House’ me,” came the sing-song reply, teasing thick in House’s voice. “I heard everything… but I’m sure you already knew that.”
You couldn’t deny that his acknowledgement of your recent activities made your core ache in some sick way. Your muscles stiffened, fingers wrapping tightly around the edge of the desk as you felt your cheeks burn. You were enjoying this more than you thought you would.
“Tsk, tsk, Wilson,” House drawled, shaking his head in exaggerated disappointment. “I expected better from you. Mid-day debauchery in your office? Highly unprofessional.” He smirked. “And here I thought you were all about romance.”
“House, please,” Wilson groaned, dragging a hand down his face, blocking his eyes.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not judging,” House interrupted, waving a hand to stop him from continuing. “If anything, I’m impressed.” His gaze slid to you, eyes glittering with mischief. “And you, didn’t take you for an exhibitionist, but judging by that glow…” he gave a slow nod of approval, “you enjoyed this.”
A slow heat crawled up your neck, but you refused to flinch. Instead, you tilted your head, feigning consideration as your cheeks grew flushed. “Maybe.”
House let out a sharp, delighted laugh. “Oh, I like her, Wilson. Try to keep this one?”
“Can we please just skip to why you’re here?” Wilson begged, voice crackly just slightly, painfully embarrassed that his best friend and girlfriend were having such an exchange.
House gave him a pointed look. “Oh, I actually do have a reason other than just confronting your kinky lunchtime rendezvous.” House leaned against his cane, grinning. “Cuddy’s looking for you. Says it’s urgent.”
Panicked questions fell from Wilson’s lips with urgency, “What? Why?”
House’s grin turned wolfish. “Could be about a case… hmmmm, could also be about the very audible display of workplace misconduct that echoed through the halls.” He rubbed his chin. “Really, it’s a toss-up.”
Your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh, “Fantastic.”
“Wilson,” House said, moving towards the door as he motioned to Wilson’s chest and leg with his cane. “You might want to check a mirror before you go. You still look…” His piercing blue eyes flicked toward you. “Ravished.”
Wilson shot him a murderous glare but didn’t argue, running a hand through his already-messy hair in a feeble attempt at damage control.
House clapped his hands together, proudly pressing them against his lips. “God, this just made my entire week.”
You rolled your eyes, smoothing your skirt. “Try not to enjoy this too much.”
“Oh, don’t worry… I am.” House said teasingly. “The best part is.. it’s our little secret now…”
Wilson’s face grew more red, hot with embarrassment and anger. But with that comment, House strolled out, casually whistling away as if he was innocent to anything that had just occurred.
Wilson exhaled slowly as he fell back into his office chair. “I am going to kill him.”
You grinned sheepishly, stepping closer to him “Later.” Your fingers brushed his collar before continuing to adjust his tie. “Right now, you should probably focus on looking less like a man who just fucked someone senseless.”
“You’re not making that very easy,” he insisted as your lips grazed the skin beside his collar, nibbling lightly on his earlobe.
“That’s too bad,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, “because I’m about to make it even worse.”
“Oh?” Wilson said, suspicion and interest laced in his voice.
You stepped back slightly, letting the moment stretch as he watched you with a mixture of curiosity and hunger, breath becoming uneven once again.
Slowly, your fingers skimmed along the hem of your skirt, deliberately teasing. Your lips curved into a wicked grin when you saw his gaze darken at the sight. His breath caught as you slid your hands beneath the fabric, fingertips ghosting over your still-sensitive skin. And then, with unhurried precision, you eased your underwear down your thighs. The deep red lace slipped past your knees, pooling at your ankles.
You stepped out of them with a playful step before gathering the delicate fabric between your fingers and holding them out toward him with a knowing smile.
“Thought you might need a little something to remember me by today,” you murmured, voice rich and teasing.
Wilson’s throat worked as he swallowed, his eyes dark and sharp as they broke from the gift and lifted back to meet yours. He took the lace from your fingers, the brush of skin against skin igniting another spark of anticipation between you. He didn’t say anything at first, rolling the thin material between his fingers before wrapping it in a fist. His expression is nearly unreadable as the silence lingers, jaw tense and lips pressed together tightly.
Then, in a voice low and rough, Wilson spoke, “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Noooo,” you insist sarcastically, smile deepening at his response. “Just trying to make sure you don’t forget me while you’re off being a responsible doctor.”
Wilson exhaled sharply, his free hand gripping the armrest of his chair firmly, visibly struggling to get himself under control. He tucked the lace into the pocket of his dress pants, fingers lingering there for just a moment, as if resisting the urge to bring them to his face, to savor the warmth and scent still lingering on the fabric.
“You do realize what this is going to do to me,” he muttered, warm eyes scanning across your body as you straightened your skirt back down your legs.
His breath hitched as you stepped in even closer, bringing yourself to rest against his still-damp thigh. “That’s the point,” you murmur, voice smooth and sinful. “You’re going to spend the entire day thinking about me. About how I feel when you touch me, about the way I sound when I come undone for you… about the fact that I’m walking around bare beneath my clothes, still full of your cum… and aching for more.”
Wilson groaned deeply, his hand grasping your hip as he attempted to still himself, exhaling hard.
“Jesus, Y/N… you know you’re making it impossible for me to function today, right?” he said, almost like a complaint — but there’s no real protest in his tone, just a quiet, tortured amusement.
Wilson curses under his breath, his hands flexing against his chair again, like he’s a second away from grabbing you again from locking the door and taking you out on the balcony this time. Instead, he tilts his head back slightly, closing his eyes for just a moment, trying to will his restraint back into place.
When he opens them again, his pupils are still blown, voice still rough. “You are so unfair.”
“I like keeping you on your toes.” You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek before moving to stand.
Wilson huffed a quiet, frustrated laugh, shaking his head as he glanced at the clock. “You better be waiting for me when I get home tonight,” he warns, straightening his tie.
“Oh, James,” you smiled confidently as you backed toward the door, his gaze following you with a barely concealed hunger. “I’ll be waiting… but I won’t be patient.”
You let your hand hover over the doorknob for just a moment, savoring the tension and truly, not wanting to leave him. With a slow turn of your head, you glanced at him over your shoulder. He was still in shock, sitting so stiffly, like he didn’t trust himself to move… or simply couldn’t.
You smirk, admiring the devastation you’ve left in your wake. “Oh, and James?” you purred, voice cloyingly soft. “Enjoy your meeting with Cuddy.”
Wilson made a strangled noise, somewhere between a groan and a curse, running a hand down his face. “You’re evil.”
You took a slow step towards the door, tracing your finger up your thigh, bunching up the cloth just enough to watch his eyes flick down to your legs, reminding him that there was nothing beneath it.
“Have fun,” your voice dripped with amusement as you finally turned the knob to go, winking playfully at him as you skipped into the hallway.
Wilson let out a long breath, so deep it sounded like he had been holding it the entire time. As you stepped out, just before the door clicked shut, you heard him mutter under his breath – half frustration, half admiration — “She’s going to be the death of me.”
PSA. When Spencer cums into you he would be loosing it. Messy thrusts, mumbling, whining, pleading. He literally would beg you to look at him, the eye contact would push him over the edge and he’d collapse into you, his hips pushing yours hard into the mattress as his arms pull you impossible closer. Panting breaths on your neck.
And the gentle but steady nudges against your soft spot would be punctured by a single hard thrust that would have you seeing stars. And his dick just throbbing in you as he spills, alongside his soft apologies into your shoulder as he bites down.
Plus when he’s done orgasming he’s holding onto your hips and pushing himself just a little deeper cause he can’t help himself, you just feel so good fluttering around him as you come down from your high.
He’d also whine when you ask him to pull out, not because he doesn’t respect your boundaries and wishes, but because he loves how intensely connected you guys are, slick skin on skin, his head in between your shoulder, his breathe under your ear making you shiver.
In which your nerdy boyfriend won’t just stop talking. So you make him….
warnings: MDNI, sub!Spencer, handjob (m receiving), whiny Spencer, he’s a bit pathetic x
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After working for the past couple days on a hard case that took a lot out of you and the rest of the team. It’s a tough time sometimes. Wearing all of you out.
Apart from one genius who just won’t be quiet now that you two are home alone.
“A vast majority of unsubs have that MO.” He says before getting cut off by you placing your lips back on his. You’re sitting on his lap trying to just make out with him. And of course he’s speaking at a million miles per minute. Nothing out of the ordinary of course.
“They usually aren’t driven by-“ He’s cut off again, lips reconnecting making a sound that makes your cheeks flush. Why is he still talking? Sometimes this man cannot take a hint.
Your hands come up to his cheeks as you try pull him closer in the kiss but as soon as your lips leave his he’s back at it again.
“-The killing. They’re more interested in-“
Another kiss. Hand on his shirt pulling his chest towards yours, feeling him against you is just what you needed right now.
“They’re more interested in the body parts. So psychologically the-“ His voice goes up in a squeak at the end of his sentence when he feels your hand on his crotch.
“For the love of god Spencer. Please shut up.” You say as you close your eyes. Taking a breath. “I love you and your rambles but right now I need something else.”
Spencer freezes at your words and touch. His mind which was once preoccupied is now completely on you and only you. He takes a shaky breath as he suddenly snaps into reality.
You’re sitting on his lap, chest to chest kissing him. And what’s he doing? Rambling about a case that’s now solved.
He has a real life beautiful girl sitting on his lap and he’s being a nerd and yapping.
“Y-yeah. Sorry.” He says softly, voice catching in his throat. Finally understanding what you are wanting.
Yes you and him have done stuff before but every time he still acts like an innocent virgin boy who's never touched a woman.
“Good. Thank you.” You say as your lips reconnect with his. Moving slow and passionate against his. Just the way he likes, it makes him a mess.
As your tongue enters his mouth he lets out a little whine. He’s turning to puff in your hands by just a simple kiss. It’s pathetic. He knows it’s pathetic. But he knows you like that.
“Please.” He whines out against your lips as his hand finally touches you. Gently, not fully touching you. Too scared to do anything.
“Please what?” You say as your thumbs stroke his cheeks, smiling down at him before placing a kiss to his head. The poor boy beneath you is practically shaking beneath you with nerves and excitement.
“Touch me.” He manages to breathe out.
You don’t need to be told twice, hand darting to his pants zipper.
Spencer can feel your fingers working over the material that covers his cock. It twitches as he lets out another whine. The man has an IQ of 187 but when he’s with you, you’d never guess.
Your hands slip into his pants, palming him through his boxers with a smile on your face. You love making him feel good. Even if you’re not getting anything. Cause the noises and the way he is is enough for you.
“P-please.” He moans out all needy and worked up for you.
You kiss him again. He kisses you back with more strength this time. Showing you just how needy he is.
Your hands pull his pants and boxers down, him lifting his hips up to help you.
His cock is already leaking and aching for your touch. For any sense of relief as it’s all too much for the doctor.
Your hands wrap around his length before gently stroking up and down.
Spencer breaks the kiss as he moans. Looking down at your hand working on him. The sight makes his stomach tighten.
His head falls back against the couch as he grips the pillows, knuckles turning white as he breathes heavily.
“Oh-oh-“ He moans out again as you look up at him, kissing his lips again.
The noises that Spencer keeps making are drowned out in your mouth. And all you can do is smile.
Your hand speeds up and his brain malfunctions. The pleasure he’s feeling of your hand on his cock mixed with you kissing him is enough to put him in a coma.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-“ He says quickly, the words leaving his mouth followed by a moan.
You just keep going. His cock twitching in your grip before he releases.
You simply just place another kiss on his lips as you smile.
nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | virgin!spencer, creampie, just the tip
spencer reid, who’s new to sex and wants to feel your pussy on his cock but isn’t quite ready to have actual sex yet so he asks if he could rub the tip of his cock against your pussy and you let him.
so he’s got his cock out, rubbing against your folds, spreading around your wetness against his tip. and god, he’s whimpering at the feeling. “o-oh,” he said, his lips parted as his tip touches your clit, causing you to whine as well. he’s taking his time, looking at your pussy all mesmerized as he familiarizes himself with it. he’s fingered you before and you’ve given him handjobs but he’s never really looked at it before. “y-you’re so wet,” he said, running his cock up and down your slit.
you’re looking up at him with a small smirk and a shaky breath as you let him explore you with his cock. “i’m always wet for you,” you’d say breathily, licking your lips.
and then, spencer’s cock is at your hole, inserting himself just enough to swallow the tip. he knows he’s teasing you and himself. but he’s not quite ready to fuck you, he just wants to feel you. the whine that leaves his lips as feels your walls clench around the tip of his cock had him debating on whether or not to even wait. he had never felt anything quite like this before. but he controlled himself, promising that your first time together would be much more special. so instead, he opts to jerk himself off, his tip still inside of you.
“fuck,” he moaned, using his other hand to rub your clit.
you let out the prettiest noise spencer had ever heard and within just a few minutes, he can’t help but cum inside of your pussy, his hips moving the slightest bit as he came.
and when you clench around the tip of his cock as you came from him rubbing your clit, spencer vowed to make sure you guys had sex pretty soon after that.
Description: You've always thought Spencer was a sweet guy. What happens when he shows up to your apartment unprompted?
Content/Warnings: Dubcon, mention of stalking, oral (f rec), some crying, obsessive!Spencer, perv!Spencer, mentions of past panty theft.
Word Count: 1.5K
Kinktober Day Twenty: Dacryphilia
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Hearing a knock on your front door at ten in the evening pulled you out of your movie, deciding on having a ‘Scream’ marathon with the rumors swirling about a seventh and final film coming out. You didn’t think anything of it, pushing yourself to stand before heading to look out the peephole.
You were met with Spencer Reid, one of your neighbors standing with his hands in his pockets while glancing around the hallway. The both of you had talked a few times, however it wasn’t enough to build up a friendship to the point he could feel comfortable randomly showing up though.
“Spencer?” The sound of the door unlocking inside had him letting out a soft breath of relief. He couldn’t kick down a door like Derek so that idea was out. “Hey, I was stopping by to talk to you about something important. Do you mind if I come in?” You were letting your shoulders bounce. Why not? You stepped out of his way before gently closing the door behind him. “What did you need to talk about?” You asked while sitting back down on your couch with a smile, hand reaching for your mug of hot chocolate.
“I know it’s none of my business but I was worried about you. I noticed you’ve had a new guy in the area, he just had a sketchy look about him. He already knew it was your ex boyfriend, doing his research via Penelope as she unknowingly helped Spencer fuel a delusional relationship between himself and his neighbor. Hey, if she didn’t like him, then why did she always talk to him when she saw him? She would bring him coffee sometimes or share any left over treats she’d made the night before.
Nobody was that friendly unless they were interested.
“You mean Josh? Oh, Spence..” Spence. The nickname was like music to his ears. She said it so sweetly, her words like honey. “He’s just a friend. I know it seems shady how late he leaves but I promise it’s nothing. You have nothing to worry about.” He knew that he didn’t. Spencer wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “I just worry about you, you know?” He spoke while heading over to cup your cheeks. It had you a bit stunned, you never had him get this close before. Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest as you gently pushed him away. “You should get going.”
It wasn’t that you weren’t interested, you just didn’t like this newfound confidence and forwardness towards you. “No, I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was low as he was moving to rest his hand against the couch as you were quickly leaning back. “Just.. I don’t know why you fight it, you know? We have a connection. A special one.”
“I-I don’t know if I’ve given you any false intentions but I’m not-” You’d been cut off by the frustrated huff coming from Spencer’s lips. “Just let me love you, bunny. You won’t even need Josh to come around here anymore. You have me. Consider Josh taken care of. He isn't gonna come bother us at all, I promise.” The words had your eyes brimming with tears. “What are you talking about?!” You’d asked, trying to push him back again although this time he was gripping both of your hands.
“Come here.” He murmured, now closing the gap to let his lips smear against yours. You were trying to hold back from returning the kiss, yet your body was betraying everything your brain was yelling at you not to do. He’d let go of your hands as he pulled away slightly, pressing a few kisses across your jaw before moving to your neck.
“See? No woman lets a guy kiss their skin if they aren’t interested. Do you believe me? You want me just as bad as I want you.” He spoke while bringing his hands down to grip your hips. The force had you squeezing your eyes shut. “Let’s move this to your room. Don’t worry, I know where it is.” He’d paused your movie before lifting you in his arms, your arms draping around his shoulders quickly while you were looking around. “H-how do you know where my room is?” It was a dumb question, making Spencer laugh. “The key under the mat trick is so old. You’re lucky that I have the key, after all, a random person could come in at any time if they wanted.”
He’s been inside your apartment.
Your brain was screaming at you to use your bedside lamp to smash over his head once you’d made it into your bedroom, however your stunned state had you as stiff as a board, body being tossed on the mattress as you watched the male with wide eyes. “I’ll take care of you. Let me prove it, bunny. Please? Let me show you that I can do what Josh can’t.”
You didn’t make an effort to stop him or shove him away, instead letting him tug the fuzzy Halloween themed sleep pants down your legs. “These are so cute, by the way. I really love the ones you have for Christmas though. The one with the reindeer on them.” He clarified while he was tossing your pants somewhere behind him. He looked over your clothed pussy, a soft sigh of content leaving his lips. “These are my favorite pair. I’ve always wanted them but you wear them every time I get a chance to swing by.”
He’s been stealing your panties. That is where they are all going, the washing machine hasn’t been eating them like you thought.
The thought of him stealing your panties was enough to make your eyes well up with tears. What if this man tried to kill you? You didn’t see him doing it but you also didn’t expect for him to break into your apartment and steal intimate articles of clothing from you either.
“Oh, bunny. You look so beautiful when you cry.” He gushed, one hand wiping the tears escaping your eyes. The sight of tears in your eyes had his cock swelling in his pants. He could just imagine making you cry as he fucked you deep into your mattress, you sobbing from overstimulation and the need for more. He didn’t skip a beat as his hands were going to the waistband of your panties now.
“Here we go.” He spoke as he was pulling the red underwear down your thighs with a soft hum, lips pursing as he blew cold air on your glistening cunt. Your body worked against you in this case, pussy being wet and ready for what was to come after the kiss you’d shared in the living room. He didn’t waste time as he leaned down, lips pressing sloppy kisses to your inner thighs. His tongue was licking a stripe up your slick folds, taking in your essence while groaning lowly. So much better than he could’ve ever imagined. Your hand was moving to tangle in his hair, head tilting back against your pillow as his tongue was licking your skin. His mouth had soon after wrapped around your throbbing clit that was begging to be touched, his tongue lapping over it before he was hollowing his cheeks and suckling.
“Oh,” You moaned while letting your eyes flutter shut, hand shoving his face into your cunt more once Spencer was diving in. He ate you like you were the last meal he’d had, drinking up every ounce of arousal that you had flooded his tongue with. “I told you,” He spoke, two fingers delving into your pussy as he was curling them almost immediately in an effort to brush against the button inside of you that you so desperately needed him to find. “You like this, don’t you? Such a dirty girl, letting your neighbor tongue-fuck your pussy.” He growled, a shiver going through your body as you were thinking about the situation now.
However every ounce of thought was out the window as his fingers prodded against the sweet spot he was in search of. “Fuck,” You whined while letting your hips roll against the thrusts of his fingers. Your slick was running down his hand now, a third finger being added to give you a pleasurable stretch as his tongue was lapping and sucking at your throbbing clit. “I’m gonna cum!” Your nails were digging into his scalp, shoving his face more against your cunt even if it did nothing in the long run.
As his tongue was greedily licking and sucking your clit, it wasn’t long until you were letting your back arch with a moan of pleasure. You could swear that you saw stars as you were orgasming on his tongue, the male not skipping a beat to lick up your mess while sighing dreamily.
“See bunny? Didn’t you like that? I know exactly what you like.” He spoke while pushing himself to sit up on his knees.
a/n: guys this is so bad I've never written smut before but i had this idea while rewatching season 2 and tried something, this must have a bunch of mistakes and it's not proofread at all, also if anyone wants to rewrite this better please message me lol.
You never thought you'd have to sit for a physics class ever again since you left high school, and here you are, a half hour into your boyfriend explaining very throughly to you how he can make a rocket with 'physics magic', he also made you swear you would never tell his tricks to anybody, 'cause a magician never shares his secrets, right?!
Except you didn't get sleepy like you did in high school, you never paid that much attention to physics since now, the way Spencer's smile explains every detail, the giggle he lets out as he rumbles about different facts of all the physics laws, you're amazed by how happy he is, how his brain is extraordinary.
Hearing his humbles is better than any music you could think of, and paired with the soft sound of the rain falling outside Spencer's place, you feel so cozy and safe.
You and Spencer have been together for a couple of months now, he is your first real boyfriend, both of you are inexperienced in every single part of being in a relationship, sometimes the feeling of love you feel towards him overwhelms you, almost leaving you out of breath, you can't believe how good it is to love somebody, how god it is to love Spencer.
"Wow, that one might be your best! Look how high it went" you said after his most recent "rocket" made its way to the ceiling, Spencer smiling so big and laughing, making you laugh as well.
"Did you see that? I think I've perfected my measurements it's so high!!" Spencer says with a high-pitched voice, too excited to contain himself.
"The only bad thing about this is that you have to clean this mess up" You make a sad face, looking at the place that has little bits of water splashed all over.
"Nah, it's fine! It'll dry out soon enough" he says pretending that he doesn't care about the mess, except he does.
"C'mon, I'll help you clean and make us some dinner after, ok?!" You get up from your side of the couch, and hold Spencer's hand, trying to pull him up.
"I don't wanna get up now, it can wait," He says seriously, you can almost believe him.
You try pushing him up again, but this time he pulls you against him, being more successful than you do you end up falling onto him, sitting on his lap facing him.
"I said it can wait, I can clean up later, ok? I wanna spend some time with you now." He said holding your waist and looking at you.
You've never been on his lap before, you guys make out now and then, but never in that suggestive of a position, and Spencer never makes the first move like that, you feel your stomach filling with butterflies.
"You look so good with your glasses on" You blurt it out looking at him, analyzing his face as he looks at you.
"Can I kiss you?" Spencer says, you don't need words to respond as you press your lips onto his, starting a gentle kiss.
You'll never get accustomed to kissing Spencer, his soft lips, he's so gentle almost like he's afraid you'll run away if he makes any sudden moves, little does he know you won't, you'd never run away from him you feel like you could never get enough from him.
The kiss was now way more intense, your tongue exploring his, his grip on your waist a lot tighter now, one of his hands let go of your waist and made its way to the back of your neck, making you let out a soft moan into Spencer's mouth, making his body shiver under you.
Your hips start slightly moving over Spencer's thigh, the light friction making you want more.
Spencer was breathing heavily, and you could also feel him growing against your leg, he pulled you harder against him, adjusting your cunt to be right on top of his cock, applying pressure to your hips, you moan again, and you could feel yourself get wetter by the second.
"Spence, wanna feel you." You say in between kisses, making him whimper and push you harder against him.
"Fuck" he swears under his breath, both of his hands going to the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing. "That okay?" he asks.
"Yes, please." You've never agreed to something so fast in your life, helping him take your pants away, after a few seconds of struggling you were back to kissing him like your life depended on it.
"C-can I take yours?" you whisper, almost scared to say it, he agrees by guiding your hand to his waistband, also helping you take his pants now, you were both only with underwear now, not even bothering to take your tops off, you went back to humping him, your thin underwear fabric soaked.
Spencer's shaky hands made their way onto your shirt, both of them massing your breasts, making noises come out of your mouth and the man under you groan.
"N-need more, Spence." You say grinding your hips harder against him, and bring your hands to his underwear pushing it down just enough so his cock is free.
You start to use your hands on him, slow up and down movements just enough so he can't even keep his eyes open.
"Want your pussy, please, wanna feel you" Spencer mumbles taking your hands off his cock, his hand going to your panties and ripping them out.
That made you gasp, making your pussy even more wet.
Spencer positioned you on his cock, which was resting on his stomach, you started moving your hips up and down, both of you moaning even louder now.
"You feel so warm, baby, you're so wet for me," He says, looking at where your bodies are rubbing against each other, he looks mesmerized by this sight, mouth slightly opened as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you shiver.
Spencer never dirty talked like that before, you could see the blush on his cheeks as he did, this new side of him making your mind blurry and a not start to form on your stomach.
"I'm so close," he says, biting his lips as you try to move even harder for him.
"N-eed more, please, your fingers," you say and he immediately knows what you mean, taking one of his hands out of your hips and bringing it to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit with ease, start moving it in circles making you let out a loud moan.
"Fuck" You let out, not able to keep your eyes open.
"Can you cum for me? Please baby wanna see your pretty face as you fuck yourself on me." Spencer says, that added with his movements in your clit make your mind fuzzy, you felt the heat on your stomach spread to your legs and your body starts to shake, releasing all the tension you were feeling.
"Oh, you're so pretty like that, so pretty when you cum for me," Spencer says, helping you ride out your climax, you were so sensitive by the recent orgasms but you started to move your hips harder and faster on Spencer's cock.
He bites his lips and you feel him grip your ass, his glasses were blurry and it was so hot that he didn't take him out.
He groaned when you felt his dick twit under you, you helped him through his orgasm, kissing him when you were both done, his hands when to your back caressing it, slowly moving up and down.
"That was so good" He whispers to you.
"A dirty talker, huh?! Who would've thought?" you joke, making him laugh.
"Most men are dirty talkers so it's not that uncommon" he rumbles.
He switched up to nerdy Spencer again, making you smile.
You spend a couple more minutes just talking before getting up, you make sure to point all that he must buy you a new pair of panties to pay for the one he ripped, he agrees, saying he would buy more than one because "you'll never know what might happen, right?"
summary: season1/2 spencer walking in on reader while she's watching porn in their shared hotel room
warnings: virgin reader, virgin spencer, masturbation, getting caught, coming out, bi reader, first times, friends to lovers, mutual pining, oral sex (male and female receiving), spencers sensitive nipples, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, idiots in love,
Word count: 4.7k
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Spencer and Y/N have shared a hotel room for almost every case over the last 3 months, they were the best of friends on the team. Both being geniuses, both socially awkward, and mutually pining for each other without telling anyone.
Morgan thought they were having a secret relationship at first, wondering why Spencer and her would blow off the rest of the team to spend time with each other. They just liked the same things, and finally, they had a person to go with to visit their interests. They went to museums and art shows, rare film showings, food festivals, anything that the other wanted to do.
They loved each other, actually.
They worked incredibly well as a team, bouncing ideas off each other. He could remember everything he’s ever read while Y/N can remember everything she’s ever heard, two different versions of the same eidetic memory.
If Spencer said it, she would never forget it. If she wrote something down for him, it was in his brain forever. It was the best.
They knew every single thing about each other, sharing every single detail of their mutually shit childhoods and almost every single secret that they’ve ever had to keep. He knew about her issues with her family, she knew about his mom and all the bad days she had during his life. She told him in confidence that she was a virgin still while everyone else was bullying him for being one, making sure he felt normal and safe.
They were very special to each other, and that’s why they liked to share rooms while they were away on a case. It was easier to deal with what they saw, what they went through and who they were becoming during this job when they had each other.
They wrapped up yet another case in a town they didn’t belong in, slowly packing up all their things and gathering to take an SUV back to the hotel for the night. Only Spencer and Derek weren’t coming back to the hotel yet, this case had been a little tough on Derek, and Spencer was going to stay back to spend some time with him.
Giving Y/N a little while alone in the hotel to do whatever she wanted.
She changed into her PJ’s as soon as she got in, just a t-shirt and some shorts as she laid in bed with her laptop. Resting it on her left thigh, knee bent while the right leg stretched straight out. Giving her just enough room to place a hand in her pants while she scrolled through Tumblr.
It was better than any porn website sometimes, reading smut that actually got her off or seeing sensual images of actual people making love. Not supermodels and men on viagra repeating the same fake moans over and over. These were real, beautiful, women, willing to be viewed because they enjoyed it and Y/N did too.
Appreciating every single curve and freckle, all the stretch marks and scars. Pimples and razor burn, unshaved legs and real, true orgasms. It was euphoric to see people like her, people who wanted to be looked at and knew she’d be touching herself to their photos.
She had her head tossed back against the pillow, her middle finger circling lightly on her own clit as she enjoyed the moment, listening through headphones to some audio of a woman getting off as she scrolled through photos of other naked women. The image of sucking on someone's tits popping into her mind, making her moan softly.
Not noticing that the hotel door had just opened.
“Oh,” whimper quietly fell from her lips as she heard the door click. Slamming her laptop closed and pulling her hand out of her shorts. “Oh my god, you saw nothing!”
“I saw a lot actually,” Spencer managed to say, face red and mouth wide open.
“You can’t tell anyone I’m into girls, I, I” Y/N panicked, “I’ve never said that out loud before.”
Spencer sat on the edge of his bed as he faced her, “it’s okay, I like girls too…”
“Oh, I had no idea?” She teased him, laughing at how funny this whole situation is. “Seriously though, I’m so sorry I thought you’d be gone longer.”
“I should have knocked, I honestly didn’t think you were the type to, you know,” he swallowed sharply, unable to say the word masturbate even though that's what he just walked in on her doing.
She felt so unbelievably flustered, embarrassed didn’t even cover it. “I like boys too, I just find girls are better when I need to get off quickly,” she bites her lips as she is all too honest with him. It’s not like he was going to run away…
He stands then, walking towards the door, “sorry, I can go see if Derek wants to hang out if you want more time?”
“Or…” the gears start turning in her head, “you’re still a virgin too right?”
He nods softly, sure he knows where she’s going and terrified. “Would you want to just talk about what we both like and maybe, I don’t know? Experiment a little? I’ve always thought it would be easier if I really trust the first person I sleep with, I’d rather it be you than anyone else honestly.”
“You’re not joking, right? Because that would be a really mean joke,” his breathing was rigid and he was already hard at just the thought, “You’re not just saying this to get me all flustered and bully me after?”
“Spencer?” She looked at him like he just insulted her in the worst way possible, “I would never do that to you and you know that?”
He nodded shyly, putting his head down as he backed up against the door, “you really want to?”
“I do,” she nodded. “You can get comfortable and then come sit beside me? I can show you want I was looking at?”
“O-okay,” he said, grabbing his suitcase and heading towards the bathroom.
He’s in there for a while, she’s wondering if she fucked everything up and ruined the best friendship she ever had because she thought he could handle sharing yet another dream together. But then he’s coming back out, dressed in just an oversized t-shirt and his boxers, he’s holding his right elbow with his left hand as he bites his bottom lip.
He’s terrified.
She pats the bed softly, moving over so that they each have a pillow and the laptop can rest in the middle of them. “So, are you really okay with this? We don’t have to actually, we can get as far as we want before one of us backs out, okay?”
“Don’t feel obligated to go all the way with me, if you want to stop then we stop,” Spencer agreed, finally making eye contact with her and taking a deep breath.
His eyes are so soft, his hair is so cute as he tucks it behind his ears, his bottom lip is plump from all the chewing he’s been doing on it, she can’t help herself from leaning in, “I really wanted to be your first kiss.”
“You can have everything else,” he admits, swallowing as he stares back at her lips.
“Can I kiss you now?”
He’s about to nod a yes and her lips are right on his, his hands come up to cup her face as he takes it all in. He pulls back only an inch to pepper more kisses to her lips, making up for the lost time.
Y/N smiles as she pulls back more, placing her hand over top of his as he still holds her face, “what do you think you’d like in bed?”
He laughs lightly, “I don’t even know, the idea of sex with someone is typically enough to get me off.”
“I like boobs,” she admits with a smile.
He blushes even harder then, his face and neck turning a bright shade of red, “me too.”
She takes her shirt off then, nothing on underneath so he can see everything she has to offer. He’s speechless, mouth open and tongue probably dry from all the air that’s past it so far tonight, scratch that he’s not even breathing right now.
She holds them in her hands then jiggling them slightly as she shows him, “you can touch them if you want, I’m sure you wonder what they’re like?”
“I-I do,” he’s able to close his mouth and swallow again, clearing his throat and squinting softly as he tries to make eye contact with her, wanting to be as respectful as possible while she’s trying to get him to fuck her.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” She asks again, hiding her nipples behind her palms as she holds them close to her chest.
He nodded feverishly with a soft smile, “I’m just worried I’m going to ruin your first time.”
She gripped onto his wrists and lead them to her chest, “I said I wanted to experiment, doctor, have you ever had a 100% success rate on something before?” He shook his head while he started to play with her boobs. “Exactly, this is about learning, don’t expect me to be good at touching you right away either.”
“I could finish from just touching you, don’t sell yourself so short,” he managed to laugh then, breaking out of his shell as he felt truly comfortable with her.
“We're young, you can go twice in a row right?” She teased him again, starting to really enjoy the way he was needing at her breasts like they were balls of pizza dough.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss a woman’s breasts,” Y/N closes her eyes and explains her fantasy, “to play with the nipple in my mouth and just see what it’s like.”
Spencer pulls off his own shirt, “do I ever have a surprise for you,” another joke as he points at both of his nipples, “I’m kind of like an a cup right?”
She can’t help but swat at his arm, as she gasps at him, “don’t make fun of me!”
“I’m serious!” Spencer smacks her arm right back, “nipples are nipples, men’s are just as sensitive as women's if not more so because ours have no real purpose associated with children.”
“I guess we don’t need this then? We’re just jumping right in,” She says as she picks up the laptop and sets it on the floor beside her bed.
“Can I sit in your lap?” She asks, worried for how much contact he’s okay with this quickly.
He sits up a bit more, leaning on the headboard as he nods, “sure, just I’m… hard so…”
It makes her smile, she straddles his lap and sits more on his thighs, avoiding the friction there so that he might last a bit longer, she fully believes he can and will explode the second they make contact, and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t also very enticingly sexy.
“You’ll tell me to stop if you need to?” She repeated the rules before leaning in, watching him nod again before she kissed the centre of his chest.
Resting her hands on his ribs, she pressed more kisses to his chest and breast bone, she ran her tongue over his left nipple and he shuddered with a whimper, “told you,” he’s able to squeak the words out.
She smiles against his skin, sucking his nipple into her mouth softly and he moans, nice and loud. “Shut up,” she whisper-yells at him, “Hotch is in the next room.”
“Sorry, fuck,” he swears, it’s a rare occasion for him to swear so it’s like music to her ears.
She kisses back up his neck until she’s under his ear, sucking the sensitive skin softly so she doesn’t leave a mark but it’s enough to make his hips rut forward. He lets his hands travel over her thighs and rest on her hips for merely a second before he’s grabbing a handful of her ass cheeks, making her laugh slightly.
“I’m ticklish on my butt,” she warns him as she sits up straighter, looking him in the eyes again only this time his iris has been devoured by lust, no longer a beautiful honey brown but a dark and inviting black.
“You never really told me what you’re into,” Spencer whispered again, actually listening and keeping his voice down.
“I like watching women because I can relate to their pleasure, when I get off to visuals of men it’s more just me finding them fascinating because I’ll never know what it’s like to stroke my own dick or what it's like to cum like that, y’know? Like I’m sure you find eating pussy fascinating because you don’t have one, there’s something alluring about the unknown,” for some reason she felt nervous as she kept rambling, almost trying to justify her attraction to both. “I also like audios, I’m sure you know why.”
“Cause you can remember it all?”
She nodded again, “it’s very easy to get off when I can hear, verbatim in my mind, some dom calling me a good girl and saying he’s going to make me a real woman,” she couldn’t help but laugh. “They’re all so bad, believe me, but there’s something about knowing someone wants me that makes me horny? I really like knowing someone might find me sexy.”
Spencer just shakes his head with a sly smile, “I’ve literally been masturbating to thoughts of you for months now.”
Butterflies erupt in her stomach then and suddenly she’s the speechless one, blinking a few times as her brain processed all the information.
“Seriously?”
He nodded, “you’re not grossed out by that?”
She shook her head mighty fiercely, “I need you to tell me what you think about when you do it, what is it about me that get’s you off?”
He bit his lip for a second, his hands roaming her body once more as she took a deep breath in anticipation, “it’s always the same, do you remember that one time you pulled me aside and fixed my belt for me?”
She couldn’t help but smirk, “oh yeah I thought about that too..”
It was one of the first cases she was on, getting to know Spencer more and more as the days passed and becoming his best friend very quickly. She had been staring at his belt all day, it was just slightly off centre and it was pissing her off to a degree that it shouldn’t.
But his tie was like an arrow, pointing towards the button and fly of his pants, only the belt buckle wasn’t centred it was to the side and his gun was too far over so it’s not like he could easily adjust it if she told him from the table they were at.
So she politely asked him to join her in the quiet staff room, “I know you think I’ve been staring at your dick all day but I promise you it’s your stupid belt pissing me off.”
She stepped into his space and moved his holster back before twisting his belt in the loops, making sure it was perfectly in the middle before flattening his tie again, taking a step back to insure it was perfect, “better.”
“Thanks?” He was so confused, and very red, clearly doing everything in his power to not get hard while she was that close to him.
“Anytime,” she smiled softly, leaving the room as quickly as possible and never bringing it up again.
“I was serious it was pissing me off,” she laughed, “but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t go home and shove my fingers in my mouth thinking about how much better it would have been to suck you off in that tiny kitchen in the middle of Alabama.”
He lets out the most desperate whimper she’s ever heard, crawling backwards on her knees till she’s far enough from him that he can spread his legs and give her access to him, “I’ve never done this.”
“I have nothing to compare it to,” he reminded her with a soft smile, “I’m sure you’ll be the best I get.”
It made her a little sad thinking about him with anyone else and suddenly she couldn’t do it. Sitting up straight with a sad look on her face as she tried to push the feelings back down, “I can’t do this without you knowing I have a huge crush on you and I’m probably just going to fall in love with you the second we have sex.”
“Good,” he replaced all her fears with a smile, “I was scared to say I wanted you to be my first and only.”
She tugged at the band of his underwear then, he lifted his hips slightly and she was pulling them all the way off. Throwing them towards the bed that was supposed to be his before finally looking at his perfect, absolutely beautiful dick.
“Wow,” is all she could say, holding it in her hand as she looked at it. He was cut, at least 8 inches hard and a hearty girth. She had never held a penis in her hand before, mesmerized by how warm it was and the heartbeat she could feel in the prominent vein that showed on the underside.
She stroked him once, he was holding his breath so intensely as he gripped the sheets, desperate to let her look while trying not to cum so soon, no one had ever touched him before, especially not the topless girl he’s been masturbating to for months.
“It’s okay,” she reminded him, taking a second to run her tongue along the underside of his dick while he moaned again, just as loud as before. “Good thing hotch thinks I’m here by myself.”
She calms down just enough to take him in her mouth, doing what she imagined worked the best and avoiding any contact with her teeth. The mixture of the heat of her wet mouth, the contact, the fact it was her, and the fact it was happening in the first place sent him right over the edge, she’s barely able to prepare herself before he’s coming in her mouth.
It’s not as horrible as she expected, swallowing as she continues to suck him off gently. Spencer let out such a high-pitched noise he was silent now, no longer able to make sounds anyone in the hotel could hear. She pulls off with a pop before he can get too overstimulated, wiping the spit off her mouth before getting in closer again.
“Kiss me,” Spencer insists, pulling her in and sucking her tongue into his mouth.
It’s hot and wet and unexpected, he’s needy and alive and she’s desperate as hell for his touch. He grips her hips and picks her up, laying her back against the bed and pulling her shorts and underwear off, she’s unable to even think as she spreads her legs and he dives in.
Not skipping a beat he’s flattening his tongue against her spread pussy and lapping up all the evidence of just how horny he makes her. It's better than anything she has ever imagined, he sucks at her clit in just the most perfect way before flicking it back and forth with his tongue.
“Fingers,” she reminds him, breathlessly as she arches her back and tries to push herself into his mouth again.
He runs his pointer finger over her hole, circling it gently before slipping it inside, pumping in and out of her as he keeps repeating the same movements on her clit. The backs of her knees start to sweat and that all too familiar heat starts to bubble in her gut, the same one she was chasing just before he walked in on her.
“Add a second and curl it, fuck,” she had to take a breather as he listened, pumping into her without a single issue as he found her g spot, “oh god fuck, Spencer!”
He’s been reading, she knows it because so had she. She read every post about pleasure and what feels good in the hopes this would happen one day. The day someone she cared about finally helped her experience sex in the best way possible, learning together.
She cums and he didn’t stop, her legs started shaking and her breathing is rigid as he keeps going. She felt shockwave after shockwave, not sure what was her actual orgasm anymore as it all started to blur together and overwhelm her.
She reached forward for his face and physically pulled him off, hands on his cheeks as she guided him back to her mouth. Tasting each other on their tongues, it was like a dream finally having all of him the way she always dreamed.
“I’m hard again,” he breathes the words against her skin as his kisses travel down her neck, not scared in the slightest. “If you still want to?”
“Yeah, I do,” she’s just as breathless, hands roaming his back as he keeps kissing her neck. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“Fuck,” he drops his head to her shoulder. “I don’t either.”
“And we don’t have a minibar so there won't be any in here,” she lets out a deep sigh, “pass me my phone on the side table.”
He pulls back from her then and does as she asked, she opened it and dialled a number. “Hey Elle, I brought a guy back to my room and I don’t have any condoms, can you slide one under my door?” Her voice a whisper, trying to keep up the facade that she had a stranger with her.
“Who? Oh my god?” Elle tried to pry, “where’s Spencer? Derek’s with me, he dropped him off at your door?
“I don’t know? I’ve been kinda busy,” she lied, “maybe he heard us and left?”
“Poor boy’s gonna be heartbroken you’re cheatin' on him,” Elle teased, “but yeah I’ll slide a few under the door.”
“Thank you,” she rushed the words out and closed the flip phone once again. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I don’t think I’m ready for them to know I’m losing my virginity tonight. They’ll make a big deal out of it,” Spencer smiled softly, “plus it’s nice just having you to myself still, they don’t have to know what we do.”
Just then 3 individual condoms were thrown under her door, sliding across the carpet and waiting to be used. “Good luck Spence!” They heard Derek’s voice behind the door and Spencer’s face went white. “Have fun!” Elle added, both of them laughing as they returned to their separate rooms.
Spencer got up from the bed and picked up the condoms as they both tried to pretend that didn’t just happen, bringing them back to Y/N as he stood beside the bed.
“Can I do it?” He was surprised she asked, handing it to her with wide eyes as she tore the package open. “Lay down, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
He did just as she told him to as she sat in between his legs once more and carefully put the condom on the right way. Pinching the tip as she rolled it down, not nervous in the slightest, giddier that she was doing this with her best friend.
Then it was on him, and all they had to do was each other.
“What position do you want to do it in first?” Spencer asked carefully, “I know it hurts in certain angles and I wouldn’t want to hurt you the first time.”
It makes her smile, “missionary, I want to look at you.”
She lays back against the pillows instead, spreading her legs and letting him rest between them. He’s sitting on his knees, holding himself by the base of his cock as he gets in closer and closer, running the head over her clit on the way to her entrance, it feels amazing.
“Ready?” His voice is so soft, he truly cares about her and suddenly she’s feeling more emotional than horny, so she nods as she swallows down her feelings.
He starts to push in slowly, she’s still so turned on and relaxed that he slips right in almost effortlessly, “fuck,” is all he can say as he bottoms out and hovers over her.
Now face to face once again, she pulls him in for another kiss. Hot and heavy just like before, he starts to rock his hips in and out of her while they make out. He starts to get a groove and soon enough he’s really fucking her.
“Shit, Spence,” she pants into his mouth as he reaches for her clit, circling his thumb over her as he pumps in and out of her with an interesting rhythm, he’s trying his best and it’s truly amazing.
He drops his forehead to her shoulder as he keeps going, breathing deep against her skin. She wraps her legs around him, arching her back so she can take him in even deeper every single time, her nails are dug so deep into his skin that she knows he’s going to have deep red scratch marks all over his back in the morning.
Then he's kissing her neck, needing something to do with his mouth while he fucks her. Unable to speak, he sucks hickey after hickey to her collar bone and shoulder, where no one but he will know it’s there.
“I love you, sweet fucking christ I love you so much Y/N,” is what finally sends her over the edge.
That little bubble of heat bursting, sending waves of pleasure through her body to the point she feels like she’s being resuscitated, life is rushed through her body as she chants his name without a care in the world for how loud she’s being.
She grips his hair with one hand so tight he yelps, stuttering his hips and cuming with a shout into the condom. Dropping against her as they both breathe like they’ve run a marathon, mutual orgasms wearing down as he pulls out gently, making her twitch and laugh at how amazing she feels.
Delirious as ever, she wraps her arms around him and peppers a million kisses to the top of his head. “I love you too, thank you, Spencer.”
“For loving you or the sex?” He can't help but try and make her laugh again and he’s successful.
“Both, I always want both,” she admits, holding his face in her hands again so she can look at his beautiful chocolate eyes once more. “Can we be more than friends?”
He nods softly, “do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend for a while,” she admits with a sweet smile, unbelievably in love with him just like she knew she would be.
He doesn’t get into the bed that was supposed to be his, instead, the two of them cleaning up for the night and slipping under the covers of her bed. Cuddled up in each other's embrace for the night, not wanting to pull apart when Spencer’s alarm finally starts to go off.
They’re both a little sore from the sex, their bodies and muscles not used to moving the way they did or the number of orgasms they had in such quick succession.
They both pack their bags and leave the hotel room together only to find Derek, Elle, JJ and Hotch waiting on the other side of the door, clapping as soon as they saw them.
Y/N lets out a deep sigh as she rolls her eyes, “yeah yeah, get it all out, me and Spencer finally got together, fuck off.”
She takes Spencer’s hand then, tugging him down the hallway towards the elevators as the rest of them laugh, huddling into the elevator as they all snickered, looking at the both of them for any evidence of the activities of the night before.
“How did you even know?” Is all Spencer can ask Derek.
“There’s 0 chance that a man Y/N ‘picked up’ wouldn’t have a condom on him, you’re the only guy I know who doesn’t have one in his wallet,” Derek explained with a proud smirk, shaking Spencer’s shoulder softly.
“Well, I do now,” he smiled to himself as he turned bright red.
