hi loves! so i do not use this account hardly ever anymore. I think that I am just going to deem this account inactive. i will not deactivate the account or anything! it will be inactive though! i love yall and i know that most of you guys follow my other blog (@reidsahacker)! and if you dont go ahead and follow me on there because i am active there!
my other blog was spencersbed but i changed it to accommodate the people i write for! so now it is reidsahacker (for spencer reid and vinnie hacker :)!)
vinnie hacker smut - for the first time - part 2 -
for the first time - part 1 -
warning: smut 18+
4:53am
You shift in the bed somewhat awake and reach out to cuddle into Vinnie just to realize he’s not beside you. Your eyes flutter open in the dark room only lit by the moon light through the window. You pick up your phone and squint at the brightness looking at the time reading 4:53am. You slowly sit up hearing muffled noises coming from the bathroom just a few feet away, you swing your legs off the edge of the bed and walk over. You can hear Vinnie mumbling things but you don’t think twice before slowly opening the bathroom door.
You peek in and see Vinnie sitting at the edge of the side of the bathtub stroking himself as his head is leaning back and his eyes shut tight, in his left hand his phone with an open photo of you. He hears the door creek open and his eyes open wide in fear as the phone in his hand drops to the floor.
“Oh my– y/n I-I” he stumbles on his words embarrassed and quickly stands up pulling up his sweatpants. You slightly frown and walk over to him as worry is written across his face. You place your hand on his cheek softly before leaning up to kiss his lips softly before pulling away.
“Let me help you,” you whisper against his lips. You’ve never given head before but you wanted to give it to him. You wanted to please him. He looks at you surprised and shakes his head.
“No it’s okay pretty girl, I don’t want you to do that,” His face relaxes and leans in to kiss your forehead. As much as he did want you to do that, he wasn’t going to push you into doing anything you weren’t ready to do.
“Please? I want to,” You slightly bit your lower lip looking at him, your hand moves to the edge of his sweatpants already causing him to groan. He studies your eyes for a few moments as your hand lowers to palm his hardness through his sweats. He closes his eyes for a moment letting out another groan at your touch.
“Are you sure?” He opens his eyes and looks at you as you watch him. You nod, you’ve never been more sure about anything.
“Teach me,” you whisper as your hand goes back up to linger at the edge of his pants. He leans back against the closest wall and takes your hand pulling you with him. He leans in to kiss you deeply as you kiss him back and continue to palm him through his sweats, he lets out a moan before pulling away from the kiss to shove his sweats back down. His hard dick hitting his toned stomach as pre-cum is already leaking out of it.
You slightly bit your lower lip nervous, he was big and you didn’t want to mess this up or embarrass yourself. He takes your hand in his and places it on his hardness, wrapping your hand around it and stroking it. He groans softly, letting go so your hand can do the work.
“Like this?” You say softly, continuing the motion and he watches you nodding. His lower lip tucked in between his teeth as you slowly pick up the pace getting the hang of it.
“Yes, good girl,” He leans his head back against the wall but still watches you, you stare down at his dick and decide to run your thumb across his tip spreading the pre-cum that had been leaking. He lets out a soft moan and you slightly smile in gratification. You wanted to keep making him feel good.
“Vin,” you say softly before slowly getting on your knees, he looks down at you in awe. The sight of you on your knees in front of him driving him insane.
“Yes baby,” His voice raspy as he watches you. You continue to stroke him before making eyes with his dick bringing it closer to your mouth, before looking up at him for approval. Your heart is somewhat beating fast but you take a deep breath to calm down.
“If at any point you want to stop, just squeeze my thigh, okay?” He looks down at you and you nod. You get closer and part your lips slowly taking him in.
“Fuck,” He groans softly at the warm feeling moving one hand to softly stroke your hair guiding you up and down his length. You try your best not to gag as you feel his dick go back further with each bob. You move your hand back to stroke the part you’re not fitting in as his hand grips your hair a bit.
“Just like that, baby” He watches you as his tongue slides across his bottom lip. You look up at him making eye contact as you let your tongue slide up and down all over his length before giving his tip a bit more attention.
“My good girl,” he growls, pushing your head a bit further down as you gag but keep going. You keep stroking him faster as your tongue swirls all over his tip as you feel his dick begin to switch in your mouth. You stop unsure if to keep going and he groans, shaking his head.
“K-Keep going baby, you’re doing so good,” He moans, pushing your head again and you nod, smiling to yourself. You bob up and down his length a few more times before his dick twitches once more and he leans his head back against the wall, his eyes shutting with pleasure as his grip tightens on your hair keeping you steady as his load shoots deep into your throat catching you by surprise causing you to grip his thigh and squeeze it. You attempt to swallow it all struggling but manage, he quickly lets you go as you pull away coughing trying to catch your breath.
“I’m so sorry, pretty girl,” He says breathlessly before reaching down to pick you up.
“It’s okay, Vin, I’m fine” You swallow hard at the unfamiliar feeling and give him a smile as he kisses your lips.
“I got a little carried away, I apologize, but you were incredible,” He whispers against your lips giving you another kiss. You kiss him back, hugging his body tightly.
“Come,” He pulls up his sweats and takes your hand leading you out of the bathroom back to the bed. “Lay down,” He pats to the edge of the bed and you nod, your legs dangling at the edge of the bed as you look at him.
“Scoot back a bit,” He taps your thigh softly and you scoot back, your legs now almost pulling on the bed. He hovers over you kissing your lips softly before kissing down your jaw to your neck peppering kisses all over. You bite your lower lip holding back a moan as your hand reaches up to play with his curls. You feel his tongue explain your neck leaving a warm wet trail causing you to grow wetter by the second. He stops finding a spot to softly suck on before biting at it leaving a hickey. You finally let out a moan at the feeling as he continues to kiss down your neck before pulling away.
“Let’s take this off?” He gestures to his shirt on your body and you slightly bite your lower lip nervously but nod. He’s never seen you fully naked. You slowly sit up and pull off the shirt as he watches you mesmerized. You weren’t wearing a bra so you immediately felt the cold air hit your breasts giving you chills, your hands shyly reaching up covering them as Vinnie took your wrists and shook his head.
“You’re perfect,” He moves your hands down, staring at your breasts in front of him. He leans back up to kiss your neck once more moving down to your collarbone before reaching your right breast. His tongue flicks against your already hard nipple taking it into his mouth.
“Vin,” you moan softly as your whole body relaxes and your hand reaches back to stroke his hair softly as his tongue massages your nipple, biting, sucking and teasing before moving to the other giving it the same treatment. He then kisses down your stomach to the top of your underwear before looking up at you for approval, you nod.
“Words baby,” His voice husky as his fingers lay at the top of your lace underwear.
“Yes Vin,” you whine and nod once more as he slowly pulls them down off your legs letting them drop to the ground. He pushes your legs apart and dips down to trail kisses up your inner right thigh before doing the same to the left. You moan at the feeling, feeling yourself grow unbearably wet. You reach your hand down between your thighs wanting to touch yourself but he grips both your hands pinning them down at your sides.
“Absolutely not, baby girl,” He growls. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you,” His words turn you on even more as your eyes roll back. You suddenly feel his face get closer to your heat and his tongue dip into you licking up your pussy tasting every inch.
“Vinnie,” you moan loudly, not being able to control it, one of his hands quickly reaching to cover your mouth.
“Shhh baby, you know we can be too loud, don’t want to wake anyone up,” He whispers with a smirk, you nod as his hand moves away from your mouth and onto your thigh scooping it up as his other hand did the same having your thighs in both his arms. His head leans back in between your thighs as his tongue darts back in licking up and down your pussy before stopping at your clit sucking at it as his tongue flicks it over and over.
“Fuck, Vinnie,” you bite your lower lip hard trying to contain another loud moan, your head leaning back as your hand grips his hair pushing his head further into you.
“Slow baby, slow,” He whispers against you, giving your thighs a squeeze as his tongue moves down from your clit to thrust in and out of you. Your thighs squeeze the side of his head as he pushes them back down to have more access. He moves one hand from around your thigh to push two two fingers into you as his tongue sucked and played with your clit.
“Holy– Vin, stop” you moan loudly, the pleasure overwhelming you as you try to push his head away but he shakes it, your legs begin to shake vigorously. You feel the rush of pleasure taking over your body as you throw your head back, your mouth forming an O as his fingers pump in and out of you at a fast and hard pace not stopping for a second.
“Vinnie,” you scream in pleasure as your back arches off the bed and he uses the hand around your thigh to quickly cover your mouth, muffling your moans as your climax takes over. Your chest rising and falling as you attempt to catch your breath looking down at him. He licks up and down your pussy again now devouring your cum. You moan at the feeling as he sucks and nibbles at your clit once again driving you crazy.
“Don’t stop,” you groan, gripping his hair again letting your head fall back. His fingers pumped in and out of you wanting to pleasure you once more.
“You’re so tight baby,” He groans, whispering against you, blowing at your heat giving you goosebumps all over as it runs down your spine. Your legs begin to shake once more as he then curls his fingers hitting your g-spot and moves his thumb to rub your clit in circles.
“Cum for me, pretty girl,” He places kisses on the inside of your thighs before softly biting one side.
“Oh my god–” you moan as your eyes roll back in pleasure, you cover your face with your free arm trying to stay quiet as your climax takes over once more clenching around his fingers before releasing. He pulls them out, licking them up as you watch him breathless.
“My good girl,” he leans up to kiss your lips softly as you kiss him back deeply. Your body melting into his. You never thought you could feel this way about someone but he was all you could think about. You hugged his body tightly as he kissed your forehead.
“You okay?” He looked down at you, meeting your eyes stroking your loose hair away from your face tucking it behind your ear.
“More than okay.” You assure him by giving him a smile.
“I love you,” He says quietly and moves his hand to stroke your cheek softly with his thumb. He meant it.
“I love you too,” you say softly, leaning up to peck his lips. He slowly got off from hovering over you to grabbing the shirt you were previously wearing and helped you put it on. You reach over to grab your phone to check the time that reads 6:31am.
“Well it’s way past our bedtime,” You giggle softly and look up at him as he smiles at you.
“I’m going to grab some water, do you want anything?” He walks towards the door but looks back at you.
“I’ll come with,” you jump off the bed following him as you both quietly walk down the stairs to the large kitchen. He opens the fridge grabbing a water bottle as you lean in hugging his arm peeking at what’s in the fridge.
“Are you hungry?” He questions looking down at you kissing the top of your head as your eyes glance around all the items.
“A bit,” you say shyly as he then studys the items in the fridge as well, you let go of him walking around the large kitchen as he glances back at you before closing the fridge.
“What would you like?” He takes a sip from the water in his hand before placing it down and then following you. You stop and lean back against the kitchen island as he stands in front of you wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Hmm,” you press your lips together thinking looking up at him as he watches you and leans down kissing your lips. You smile and kiss him back as you then feel him suddenly lift you up by your thighs placing you on the kitchen counter to sit. He stands in between your legs as they hang off the counter, you wrap your arms around his neck deepening the kiss before letting go.
“Pancakes,” you smile as he chuckles at your answer.
“Pancakes it is,” He kisses your cheek before pulling away to grab what he needed to and start cooking as you watched him.
getting out of the heat by swimming w matthew in his pool 🥺 (i'm imagining he has one in at least ONE of his houses lol)
"it's too hot." matthew complained, for what felt like the 15th time since the two of you had woken up. but he wasn't wrong, it was hot.
usually, this wouldn't have been a problem, matthew had set up a state of the art air conditioning throughout the house when he'd first moved in, so you generally never felt the heat. but of course, the system decided to break down on the hottest day of summer.
"i know babe, but the repair guys can't get here for another 4 hours." you said, sitting down on the cool tiled kitchen floor, near him but not next to him. it was far too hot for close contact, plus he was sweaty as hell, and as much as you loved him, you'd rather not have sweat linger on you.
"y/n...babe," he said, his finger poking your thigh to get your attention.
"yes matthew?" you asked, too warm to hold a conversation, simply wanting to sit there and hope a cloud passed through the sky, providing some much-needed relief from the harsh sun.
"we could sit in the pool." he suggested. of course, you could escape the heat by getting in the pool. genius! though, not really... it was probably the first thing you would've thought of if the heat hadn't turned your brain to mush.
"matthew have i ever told you how much i love you?" you said, getting off the floor and rushing to your room to find your bathing suit, matthew following quickly behind you. the two of you wasted no time getting changed and piling on extra sunscreen before rushing out into the pool.
luckily the water was still cold, matthew had installed temperature control on the pools to ensure it could be used year-round. though you weren't with him for his money... you were grateful for those deep pockets and fat wallet. the simple luxury of being rich was currently saving you from drowning in your own sweat.
"this is nice." he said, splashing some water at you making you laugh.
"dick." you joked, splashing him right back. you saw him gathering water, ready to throw at you again. "babe...don't you dare get my hair wet."
he did not listen, and before you could save yourself, you were absolutely soaked. his hand slapped over his mouth, as though he was surprised by the sheer force at which he'd hurled the water your way. "baby...im so sorry." he said, though he was chucking between each word.
you said nothing, simply smiling at him. you dunked down into the water, swimming towards him and wrapping your arms around his torso before dragging him down under the water with you.
the small gasp that left his mouth before he was face to face with you made you laugh, a challenging feat underwater. the moment you both resurfaced, he lunged towards you. his fingers ran across your body, tickling at the exposed skin, making you shriek with laughter. "matthew stop it." you said, gasping for air between laughs.
he did not stop, not until you reached for the pool noodle lying at the side of the pool, using it to whack him off of you. "not fair." he pouted, grabbing a noodle of his own before hitting you back. this continued for a while, the two of you fighting with pool noodles like little kids. it's weird, but it was one of the things you loved about him, the way he made you feel like it was ok to be childish and have aimless fun.
"ok ok...truce." matthew yelled, surrendering his weapon as you cheered, victorious. he swam towards you, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist before kissing you softly. "mmm you haven't done that all day."
"kissed you?" you asked, laughing as he nodded his head. "you were sweaty babe...i love you but even i have boundaries."
"you're mean." he jokingly pouted, he looked adorable, and you couldn't stop yourself from kissing him again.
"oh yeah? you wanna see mean, old man?" you uncrossed your legs from around his body as you subtly reached for the now-loaded water gun. "I'll show you mean." you pointed it at him, aiming for his chest but missing completely. your jaw dropped as the water hit him square in the face, giggles escaping you as he tried to wipe it away.
the smile on your face was wiped away as he smirked at you, reaching for his own water gun, "oh its on..." he joked, and it's safe to say the two of you forgot about the heat soon enough.
summary: its been a while since reader and spencer really connected. reader desperately wants him to know how much she really needs him.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
category: SMUT! and fluff hehe
warnings/includes: SMUT: teasing, slight public nudity, jealousy, oral (male recieveing), impact play, bonage, d/s themes, butt plug use, anal play (finger), vibrator wand useage, squirting, breeding kink, pet names, orgasm control, overstimulation, so much dirty talk, strip tease, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, major aftercare. pls i think thats it idk i probably missed something lmk! also pure fluff like sweet kisses and being lovey dovey in the end. also there's mentions of having kids.
word count: 3.8K
authors note: HI! its been a while besties. i hope u enjoy this fic hehe. i was filled with ideas for this hehe. hopefully this is a good comeback after my break! this is also with s11 spencer so teeheeeee enjoy!!! i didnt edit this much so if you mistakes pls dont hate me haha also this is s11 reid with s15 sprinkled in
masterlist
You and the team were going out to celebrate JJ finally coming back to work after having her second boy. You all were dying to have a night out with the team since all of you had very busy schedules and JJ needed to be away from children. With these very busy schedules, it also prevented you from spending more than 3 hours with your lovely boyfriend and even then, one of you came home very exhausted as just had dinner and watched TV. When you heard the opportunity arise for drinks and dancing at the club, you jumped with excitement. You went home and immediately ran to the shower. This was your only chance to get what you desperately wanted.
You took a nice shower and made sure your legs were smooth and you picked out a short burgundy bodycon dress, styling your hair just the way you liked it and applied some light makeup. You started putting your heels on when Spencer walked in with his hands working around his tie. He glanced up at you and stopped his actions with his mouth agape. You look at him and he didn't say a word but just brought his bottom lip in between his teeth and raked his eyes all over your figure and your cheeks turned red.
“Is there something wrong, baby?”
“Far from it, you're so unbelievably gorgeous” he smirked and walked your way and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Thank you, sir” you giggled, as you finished up fixing his tie for him.
“You ready to go princess?”
“Yes, please. Its been so long since I have had fun with you. I miss you, Spence”
“I miss you, bunny” he spoke with a sultry voice while he lifted your chin and smashed his lips against yours.
He hiked up your dress but you stopped him quickly and pulled away with a smile.
“Not so fast, pretty boy. Lets at least make an appearance first, yeah?”
“Shame. We could have had fun”
“Oh we will, just a little later”
You both smirked and grabbed your stuff and headed out. Like the gentleman he is, he opened the car door for you and let you in, closing it behind you softly. He entered the vehicle and started the car, driving away to the club with his hand reaching for yours. You held hands and sat in comfortable silence until you arrived. He once again opened the door and helped you out and led you inside. You found where the team was sitting and it was in a secluded area with very comfy chairs and you realized there were already drinks being served and your blood raced.
There was room for you and Spencer to sit in your own seat but you wanted to be as close to him as possible so when he offered you to sit first, you obliged and immediately grabbed his arm and forced him to sit in between your legs and you were quick you wrap your legs around his waist before he could move away and he looked at you with a exaggerated and shocking expression and you just smiled and placed your chin on his shoulder and flashed him a beaming smile.
After two hours of drinking and playing games, Spencer was slightly slumped down, having his his rested up against your shoulder while you played with his curls. You had about like 3 shots in your system and now you were slowing it down with a glass of this fancy margarita JJ was dying for you to try it. You were feeling needy again and kept playing with Spencer’s collar, occasionally dancing your fingers around his neck. You leaned into his ear and whined which made Spencer halt in his tracks.
“Spence...I want you...Please take me home” you whined
“Patience, little girl. We have only been here for two hours”
“But-”
“No buts. Go dance your neediness off”
“Fine.”
You moved Spencer, got up and grabbed Luke while sending Spencer a wink. You both started dancing together and then JJ joined you along with the rest of the girls and started dancing very close and playfully grinding against each other . You glanced at Spencer and you could feel his eyes burning into yours and the anger radiating from him. After your feet were getting a little tired you went back to the table and you were gonna sit in between Spencers legs but he quickly forced you right on his lap and you yelped.
“You just like pissing me off, huh?”
“Whatever do you mean, Spence?”
“Oh dont act so dumb, baby. You feel that? Thats what you do to me” he growled in your ears as he pressed you down to feel his hard cock and you rutted your hips against him
“Please sir. I need it so bad. Just fill me up, right here and right now. I need it so badly”
“In front of everyone? Oh you dirty little cockslut. Anything to have me fill you up”
“Yes, baby.” You leaned back and grabbed his hand and placed it right on your bare cunt. “I didn't put on any panties so you can feel how soaked i am for you”
He ripped his hand away and slammed your legs shut.
“Little fucking slut. Big girls keep their legs shut and sit still if they want their punishment to be minimal. Now let's wait for our friends to come so we can bid adieus.``
You whined and decided to behave even though you love the games of punishment he would plan, it's been too long since you have had him inside you. It was about 20 minutes before the team sat down to take a break and you were about to get up but Spencer held your hips down and cleared his throat. You were slightly confused but JJ pulled you from your thoughts when she spoke up.
“So, are you going to have genius babies soon?”
“I'm certainly not getting any younger!” You chirped and Spencer spit his water back into his cup
“Baby steps JJ!” He spoke and looked at you as you laughed, jabbing his side.
He finally motioned you to get up and you greeted all your friends goodbye and you gave out hugs. Everyone was sad to see you leave but Spencer made a playful remark that he needed to get you home before you fell asleep on the couch which made you playfully jabbed his side once more. He let you lead the way to the car and let you inside which made you flash a smile, knowing that he was about to drop his innocent act once he got in the car.
The minute he closed the door and looked your way, you slammed your mouth onto his and messily made out with him. He quickly kissed you back and you whined as your hand traveled to his pants and palmed his semi hard cock but he quickly ended it by moving your hand away and pulling away from you.
“Spence please, I just wanna make you feel really good”
“Youre so desperate. Practically begging for my cock”
“I wanna show you that I can be a real good girl for you.”
“Hm, I dont buy it. Now go sit right and behave.”
You huffed and sat down and ignored him while he started to drive away. You were not going to be bossed around so easily so you smirk an evil grin and take off your seatbelt. You turn to him and start undoing his pants and palming his half hard cock.
“Didn't I tell you to sit still and behave?”
“Hmmm yeah but I got bored.”
“Keep this up and I will make sure you beg me to stop”
“Is that a promise?” you smirked as you pulled down his underwear enough for his now hard cock to slap against his stomach.
You wrapped your hand around his cock causing him to let out a small groan at the contact making you whine in the process because of how pretty he looked when you touched him. Your spit landed on his cock and you jerked your hand on him to distribute the saliva slowly. He gripped the steering wheel and let out an exaggerated chuckle.
“You have the biggest oral fixation I have ever seen.”
“I can help it, I love your cock and having it in my mouth”
“Words of a cockslut if I ever heard them”
“Your one and only, Dr. Reid'' you playfully retorted and wrapped your lips around his angry red tip, running your tongue up and down his slit. This action made him moan and slightly swerve the car.
“Be careful sir, don't want a ticket now do you?” you pulled away, stroking his cock and giggling out.
He pulled over, put the car in park and pulled your hair so you can look at him.
“You have such a big mouth, don't you? Why don't you put it to better use, yeah princess?”
You nodded as you wrapped your mouth around him again and he pushed your head down. He set a pace while he guided you and he groaned out. Every now and then he would hold you down as your spit coated his cock and tears formed.
“That's it baby. My god, your mouth was made just for my cock princess. Does it make you wet taking my cock like the desperate whore you are”
He picked up the pace and you can feel his length twitch and throb meaning he was getting closer.
“Just like that pretty girl. Fuck, Im gonna paint your throat all white. Take it baby”
His cum coating your mouth and tongue as he released a huge load. You made sure you focused on the tip to get every last drop of his cum inside your mouth. Once he was sensitive, you pulled off his cock with a smile as you opened your mouth with your tongue out to show him that you swallowed every last bit. He released a chuckle and put himself back in his pants as you sat back down and grinned. The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet but the grin never left your face.
Spencer pulled into the apartment and put the car in park. You can already feel your adrenaline pumped through your veins as you tried to hold back a squeal. He made his way to your door and let you out, closing it behind you. He was always well behaved even in the most agitated state. The minute you walk in the apartment he took off his tie and quickly wrapped it around your mouth. You whined as he took your hand and led you to the bed. He pushed you on the bed and you laid back and propped yourself on your shoulders.
“Get up. Take off your dress.”
You were quick to oblige which soon you were left bare. He walked up to you and raked his eyes up and down your body and shifted as you ran your hands down your body.
“Silly girl, you can't keep your hands to yourself so I need to tie you up.” he cooed as he took off his belt and grabbed your wrists and began to bind them in front of you so they rested on your stomach.He moved you to the side and sat on the bed and looked up at you. He motioned for you to come closer.
“You have been down this road many times, my sweet girl. You know the routine.”
He was right, you did know what's about to happen and you could practically feel your arousal dripping down your legs. You got on the bed and laid flat on your stomach with your ass right in his lap. You were excited for him to hear how he would react when he saw it.
“Now what do we have here?” he teased as he palmed your cheeks, spreading them slightly to reveal the purple plug inside. The tone in his voice was just sultry enough to make you whine through the fabric.
“Quiet. Not a sound from you. Got it, pet?”
You nodded quickly and slightly moved your ass up, indicating you wanted him to punish you already.He started to laugh with a slight scoff benign released. He slammed your hips down and with his left forearm he held you down while the other hand kneaded the flesh. He then began his punishment. He started light and gradually started getting heavier with each impact. He gave you 10 strikes and by the end, you were dripping on his pants. You managed to stay quiet by biting down on the fabric with each strike.
He moved your legs and let himself off the bed while keeping you there. He started to undress and you shifted to your side as much as you could to watch him. You loved watching him, it made you soaked just drinking in his figure. He was perfect and you knew you wanted to watch him do this everyday for the rest of your life. He cleared his throat when he caught you gawking and smirked.
“Someone likes what they see” he quipped which made you whine
He grabbed a purple wand from the cabinet and walked to the other side of the bed and laid flush next to you, placing the wand next to him then shortly grabbing your hips and pressing them down on his cock and you whined. He figured you weren't going to be quiet anytime soon so he didn't bother to remind you to stay silent. He lifted your right leg up and placed his in between yours.
“You have been so needy tonight, baby. So desperate to cling onto my cock, huh?”
You nodded as he let your leg fall on top of his and once again spread your ass open for him to see the pretty butt plug still in there.
“Aren't you the prettiest slut ever, baby. Only mine to ruin and punish.”
He grabbed his cock and coated it with your essence occasionally hitting your clit which made you whine.
“I wanna hear you beg for it princess” he growled and pulled the fabric out of your mouth and it made you gasp
“Spence please’
“Hm?”
“Please give it to me. I need it so bad, you have no idea”
“What do you need, sweet girl”
“You fucking me so hard and deep. Make me rutt against you and cover you in my cum please”
“Good girl” he moaned out at your words. He brought two fingers to your lips, placing them inside your mouth as he finally let his cock go deep inside you. He went slow which made you whine around his fingers and he pulled his hand away to grab the wand. He placed it on your clit and let it go on the lowest setting which made you whine.
“More baby, please”
“Do you deserve it?”
“Yes, yes! You know i'm a good girl for you”
“When you want to be”
“Please, Spence. I will do anything.”
“Since you asked so nicely, darling”
He set the wand to the highest setting and started fucking you with a faster and deeped. You cried out loudly and felt your orgasm build up rapidly, you felt so full with his cock hitting so deep inside you, the wand on your sensitive clit, and the butt plug still inside you.
“Im gonna cum so hard, Spence please. Give it to me faster i wanna make a big mess”
“Fuck sweetheart. How can I deny my pup drenching my cock when she is begging so desperately and nicely.”
He went the fastest he could, repeatedly grazing your sweet spot and you let out a silent scream and the knot broke quick since its been forever that you had that much stimulation all at once. Your hips shook on him and moved you both, laying you flat and placing himself right on the back of your thighs. The wand laid flat on the bed, still hitting your clit at a powerful pressure and Spencer kept his cock drilled deep inside you. The sensation was too overwhelming so you cried out and tried to jerk away from him.
“Spence, please! Its too much”
“You said you would do anything, didnt you? I wanna feel you squirt on my cock baby, show me how much you missed me. You can do it pretty girl”
“Mmm fuck, baby!! Oh my god it feels so good” you nearly screamed.
“You want me to fuck a baby into you, sweet girl? Is that what you need? You told the eam you wanted one so why dont we start now. You like the thought of me filling you up so deep with so much of my cum, huh princess?”
“Yes baby, oh god give it to me Spence. Make me a mom and let your cum gush out of me sir”
He pulled out the butt plug, letting his spit drip down into your asshole and replacing the toy with his thumb while he continued to drill into you.
“Aw, my sweet girl. Look at you all ruined and desperate for my cum. does that feel good, princess?” He cooed and you cried out in response
Finally the knot snapped, your broken moans filled the room as your cum soaked the sheets and the toy. Your vision went spotty and your boyfriend rde out your high. He removed his thumb and cock from you and flipped you over when you started jerking away harshly from the wand. He laid on his back and you were quick to straddle him and grind on his cock. You were sensitive as hell but the desperation for his cum to drip out of you was overpowering.
“Fuck princess, you really need my cum, dont you?”
“My cunt craves it”
“Go ahead princess. Ride me until I drip out of you”
He growled and undid the belt from your wrists and you balanced yourself on your feet and used his chest as a balance to keep your pace. You sunk down on him and rode him slowly since you were so sensitive.
You have to go faster than that, princess”
“Don't you wanna feel every inch of my walls hugging your cock, baby?’
“Would you look at that? My cockslut speaks back”
“I already came, I can just leave you here”
“You do that and ill punish you for days on end.”
“Hm. No fun”
“Are you gonna pick up the pace or what?’
“Hm.”
“Fine, Ill do it”
“Wait a minute-”
You were cut off when he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock quickly and you moaned.
“Much better”
“My god, your cock feels so good sir”
“Tell e how good it feels”
“My cunt craves it every single day. I want you to mark me as yours every night and make me cum so hard.”
“Oh fuck baby, Im so close. Are you ready to drip for the next week princess?”
“Yes, Dr. Reid please give it to me, im beggin you”
“Oh fuck, yes baby. Take it. Milk my cock” he groaned as his cock twitched and painted your walls full of thick hot ropes of his release.
He rode out his high and groaned when he finished every last bit inside of your cunt. You felt so full and loved the way his cum filled you up. He pulled you off of his cock and you dropped onto his chest. One final twitch from his cock was released onto your ass as your cunt started to drip out onto his stomach. You both panted and you looked up at him and kissed him with every ounce of energy you had left. He cupped your face and held you against him as he put the rest of his own evergy into the kiss as well. You both pulled away and smiled at each other as you brought your hand to push away his matted hair out of his eyes.
“Hey there, handsome”
“Hi bunny. How ya doing?”
“So good. You?”
“Quite the same as you”
“I missed you, Spence”
“I have missed you, darling”
You gave him a quick kiss and hopped off him and headed to the bathroom. Spencer turned to his side and watched you and more importantly watched his cum drip down your thighs. You turned back slightly and blew him a kiss while sending him a wink his way. He laughed and you disappeared into the bathroom. He cleaned the wand, plug, and himself for the time being and put on some sweatpants. He came back with burgers and fries along with a lemonade to share between the two of you. You came out of the bathroom and dressed in your boyfriend's boxers and the Washington DC shirt he had. You crawled on the bed and laid flush next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he gave you your food while you turned on the TV.
“What are we watching, bunny”
“Obviously the new episode of Grey’s”
“God when will that show end”
“Shh its playing”
He laughed and you both started eating and watching the show. He would occasionally feed you fries and you would try to reciprocate it by tossing them his way in hopes of him catching it in his mouth. To say the least he failed every time but you gave him a kiss for the effort he put in each time he tried. You loved him so much, he made you feel like the only person in the world. He felt the same and you knew it. You both made each other feel safe and loved and happy. You were excited to see what the future might hold for you and him. You would always choose him no matter what and he would choose you. He was your anchor and you couldn't imagine anyone else making you feel this safe and happy.
After the episode finished, Spencer departed from you just to throw away the garbage in the kitchen and once he came back he clung onto your side as you made yourself at home on his chest.
“I love you, Spence”
“I love you right back, bunny”
“Thank you for making me feel safe”
“I'd do anything for you, sweet girl”
“And i'd do anything for you Dr. Reid” you quipped and lifted your head to place a quick kiss on his lips and looked at him “I will always need you Spence’
“I will always need you, baby” he said as you rested your head back on his chest and felt him place a kiss on your head.
Before you fell asleep, Spencer managed to squeeze in how he's certain that he can catch fries he was just out of practice. You laughed and shushed in and with that you both fell asleep knowing that it was you and him against the world.
Request: could i request some matthew angst about y’all getting into a heated argument and you don’t talk to each other for a day, but you make up in the end? Thank you!
A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I haven’t written an angst/fluff before really so this was def a change of pace. For a long while I was like what would MGG and reader argue about that would cause them to not talk to each other for a day??? What I wrote was what I thought was an argument that could arise, so I hope you like it! Also I kinda did stick to my due date for this fic because it’s technically still 6 p.m. est just a few minutes over. It’s the small victories. Happy reading 🥳
Couple: MGG/Fem!reader
Category: Angst to fluff
Content warning: Swearing, mention of possible cheating
Word count: 3.1k
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You were putting away the dishes in the kitchen to alleviate the thoughts on your mind. Many thoughts piled in your mind for the past few weeks you could no longer ignore. You felt as if you no longer knew the man you loved for nearly four years.
Matthew was once again away finding inspiration in a different state without you. You understood he had his creative compass to explore and you never would hinder him from following it. However, it felt as if he never wanted you to be with him anymore outside of where you both resided.
It was hard watching him leave so often and not come back for weeks on end. He never asked you to come along anymore as he did earlier on in your relationship. You felt as if you were holding him back from his creative freedom. So much so he had to leave you behind or at least you suspected.
summary: broke and having a bad day, Reader runs into Matthew outside a café. after a couple encounters, his financial support and friendship become something more.
A/N: this shit got so dirty, y'all. i'm so sorry but also not at all bc i had so much fun writing this!
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / *part 5* /
masterlist
your palms are sweating as your boss stands up at the head of the table. she's got a knowing smile on her face and it sends a chill down your spine. it's been a week since your latest piece was published, and people around the office have been talking about a possible promotion.
your coworkers are convinced that it's going to be you because, well, she told you that it would be. still, there's that nagging feeling in the back of your mind that keeps telling you it won't.
you try to ease your nerves as she begins to talk about the increase in digital engagement this quarter, trying to subtly take a deep breath and refocus your attention. there's definitely a tension in the room, but you're smiling. instead of dwelling on the growing anxiety, you try to listen.
"--we've published some really wonderful content this year, and we should continue that trajectory," Julienne smiles. her hair looks especially glossy today. "but that also means recognizing the people who have worked so hard to make our magazine what it is."
she flashes a grin around the table and you feel your stomach knot up again. for all the positive self-talk you gave yourself this morning to prepare for failure, you really want this position. in the back of your mind, you've been planning how to celebrate and when to call your parents to share the news. you know it's presumptuous, but sometimes you can't help getting excited.
your friend, Yuna, who works in photography, is sitting beside you. she taps your leg under the chair and gives an encouraging smile. you're about to return it when Julienne starts speaking again.
"I want to preface this by saying I've been continually impressed by this young woman's dedication to this magazine, by her drive and impeccable writing," she's positively beaming, and you feel a soft glow in your chest. finally, you’ll have some wiggle room in your job. "meaning I'm incredibly pleased to announce that Fatima will be our next director of the health and fitness section!"
it's like a stone has dropped through your chest and landed heavily in your gut.
the applause that follows this declaration barely reaches your ears; you're in shock. naturally, you join in with everyone else and applaud as Fatima stands up from her chair with an excited grin.
it's not that she doesn't deserve it-- Fatima is a wonderful person and a great writer-- but you're still disappointed. and hurt. and confused, too. Julienne basically said that you'd get the position, and here she is, not even casting you a second glance.
you try to hide the crestfallen expression on your face by smiling and turning your eyes to the new director of the health and fitness section. it's okay. there's always next time, right?
...
you're extra fidgety at your desk later that day. between clicking your pen and repeatedly shifting your seating position, it's obvious that you're bothered. not to mention the withering expression on your face.
"I'm sorry." Yuna comes over and leans against your desk, setting a manila folder down in front of you.
"what's this?" you raise an eyebrow at the thing. she shrugs.
"oh, nothing, I just needed an excuse to come over here. how are you feeling?"
for a second, you weigh the options. deep down, you're seething; but it doesn't do any good to complain about it. Julienne made her decision.
"I mean, okay, I guess." you try to smile.
"y'know, I was talking to Andrea and she said the reason that you were passed up is because Fatima apparently has some weird connection to another publisher and Julienne's trying to get her foot in the door."
"so she can leave this job?" you frown, confused.
"all I know is what Andrea told me." Yuna glances off and then back.
"hm." is the only response in your head. your coworker looks expectantly at you, waiting for some kind of outburst about how shitty that is, but your phone rings and you roll your eyes. if it's Cecilia asking you to stop by Trader Joe's again on your way home, you're going to lose your mind. she’s supposed to sleep at her boyfriend’s place tonight and you were looking forward to enjoying a night in-- or to wallow in self-pity.
but it's not her. and your heart literally stops in your chest when you see the contact flashing menacingly up at you.
"whoa," your friend brings you back to attention when she sees your reaction. "what's wrong?"
"nothing..." you bite your lip and consider letting it go to voicemail. "I think I have to take this."
Yuna nods, despite the lingering concern on her face, and grabs the manila folder off the desk before turning to go.
he hasn't called since that night at his house, and you're nervous. it's all you've been able to think about besides this job thing, and frankly you aren't sure how to handle the situation. after you sucked him off, both of you acted like nothing had happened and didn't bring it up for the rest of the evening. you'd eaten and gone home later, the image of his parted lips still burned into your mind.
and why is he calling in the middle of the day? why not text? unless he had the strong urge to end whatever... this is as soon as possible. what even is it? friends with benefits? no. one incident doesn't designate that relationship. you're certainly not dating. too many questions.
the phone is about to ring out and you're positive that you won't be able to focus for the rest of the day if you don't answer, so you pick up.
"hello?"
"Y/N, hi." you try to read the tone of his voice, but he's not giving anything away.
"hi." dammit, you already said that.
"how are you?" he chuckles. you frown.
"I'm fine, thanks. you?"
"really?" the question lingers in the air and you twist your mouth up to the side.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"you sound upset." his cheerful tone melts into something slightly more concerned. you stare at the planner you have at your desk, your messy handwriting scribbled across today's date.
"I just didn't get that promotion that I thought I'd get, but it's not a big deal."
"oh no," he softens. "I'm sorry."
for some reason, the small failure feels embarrassing. you sigh and cross your arms over your chest. "it's fine, not your fault."
"they might just be waiting to promote you to an even better job. you never know." he suggests optimistically. it makes you smile a little, even though that's definitely not the case. what Yuna mentioned about Julienne... you'd believe it if that was her plan. she's ambitious, and she has no reason to care about your personal career track.
"uh huh," you check the clock on your computer. "is there a reason you called?"
some movement on the other end of the line as Matthew shifts. you're already nervous, but the fact that he doesn't answer right away only worsens the feeling.
"not really, I just haven't talked to you in a while."
thank god. it's like a weight is lifted off your chest. you thought your day was about to get even worse.
"it's been a week." you reply with a slight smile. maybe it makes your heart flutter, but you're sure he knows how to use his charm to his advantage. you shouldn't be so obvious.
"I know," he hesitates a moment. "would you be opposed to dinner tonight? I got a certificate from some fancy gift basket and want to use it."
"extreme couponer, huh?" you tease. he laughs.
"basically."
"sure, what time?" sometimes you agree to things without thinking. and you evidently weren't thinking about this one-- you have nothing to wear, no idea what to talk about. is it a date? there's no way; the gift certificate makes it a friend thing.
"I'll pick you up at eight?" the light cheerfulness in his tone confirms it.
"sure. thanks, Matthew." you hope he can't hear the way you say his name, tongue wrapped delicately around the syllables. regardless, you hang up before he can respond.
why does this keep getting increasingly complicated? you're a mess. every question swirling through your head gets lost in your mouth, replaced by adamant yeses at the prospect of seeing him again.
...
you know that you're hopelessly out of place the second you see a valet. Matthew doesn't seem to think it's a big deal, but your eyes are bugging out of your head as Matthew tells you to stay put and hands the keys over to the person.
when he opens the passenger side door and helps you out, you wrap your jacket more tightly around yourself.
"thanks." you smile softly. Matthew nods, eyes traveling over your face as if to gauge how you're feeling before offering his arm. you raise your eyebrows. "you're really doing the whole deal."
"do you not want me to?" he's smirking because he knows the answer. heat rushes over your skin. the crook of your elbow presses into his, and there's a strange intimacy about it that nearly distracts you from the beautiful interior of the restaurant.
"I--" you're about to give him a little attitude in response to his cockiness, but your breath catches when you notice the Old Hollywood style: red booths and fleur-de-lis walls, cut-crystal glasses hang from above the mahogany bar in the middle of the room. you have to do a full double-take.
Matthew guides the two of you over to the hostess. she smiles brightly before leading you to a spot in a quieter part of the restaurant, secluded but not isolated. you're still a little in shock from how lovely this place is, but Matthew's graze draws you back to reality.
"what?" he asks.
"the energy in here is really cool." you admire an artwork that hangs on the wall beside your booth. he nods.
"it's one of my favorite places."
"so this is what you spend your money on." the indecorous nature of your statement only hits you after it comes out. Matthew only lifts his eyes up from his menu for a moment to look at you, smile tugging at his lips, before turning back down.
"what else would I spend it on?" he challenges a little. you have to resist the urge to bite your tongue.
"clothes, yachts, private jets." you tack off the first things that come to mind and he actually lets out a chuckle.
"please tell me I don't look like someone who owns a yacht."
you snort. "don't worry."
by the time the waiter comes to take your drink order, you're both talking like normal. neither mentions the blowjob or anything even bordering on sexual, and the anxiety you were feeling about it dissolves.
you forgot how easy it is to have a conversation with Matthew. as if you're old friends rather than random more-than-acquaintances. he's got a sparkle in his eye that reminds you of something, you're not sure what.
as he starts to tell you a story about the first time he did magic on-stage, your mind travels to other places. the way his shirt sits on his body, the crinkling by his eyes when he smiles, a steady chaos that has intrigued you from the start. he's an open book, and that makes you wonder what it is that he hides, deep down.
you saw a glimpse of it on his couch, the exhalations and murmurs of how beautiful you are, reverence in his voice. but you want more.
"what are you thinking about?" he takes a sip of his iced tea and sets it back on the table. you blink.
"nothing."
he gives a dubious stare in response, brows drawing together. you hate how cute it is.
"nothing! really." but you're grinning.
"I've been talking your ear off," he folds his hands on the table. "tell me about your day."
"I already told you on the phone." he hasn't been talking your ear off at all, but you let it slide.
"all you said was that you didn't get that promotion-- which you should have gotten, by the way."
"you have no way of knowing that." you shake your head with a smile. he's never read your work before.
"yeah, I do. I found the last edition of that publication online and read one of your pieces. you're hilarious."
you're pretty sure your face twists up in an unattractive way. the thought of him actually reading the things you've written... makes you semi-nauseous. it's easy to forget that your work is out there for anyone to see, and just how vulnerable that is.
"thanks?" you play off the compliment. he grins knowingly.
"I'm serious," his eyes move from the tablecloth to your features. "it feels authentic. that can be a hard thing to find in this town."
"you sound like you're speaking from experience." you toe the line, aching for a bit more of him as you hold eye contact. he opens his mouth to speak. you feel yourself hanging on the edge.
there's a millisecond where you realize the barrier that's sitting between the two of you. a guardedness that you carry differently; he's just good at making it seem nonexistent.
"show business is an interesting area to work in." he turns his gaze back to his drink.
"I'm sure it is." you don't stop staring at him. now that you've reached this realization, you feel like there's more to dig. he’s hard to read as he rolls the next words around in his head.
"do you think you wanna work there for the rest of your career?"
the question feels damning for some reason. you've never wanted to imagine doing anything for the rest of your career-- sure, there's the knowledge that you'd like to generally stay in this field, but the thought of "forever" is petrifying. and writing for this particular publication...
"no."
Matthew does a double take at the certainty of the word. you clear your throat.
"I just, like-- it isn't what I wanna write, you know?"
"what do you wanna write, then?" there's an intensity to the question.
you feel it then, too: sharp-edged questions that aim to subtly uncover the other, find what's underneath without being detected. you stare right back at him as if to communicate that you see what he's doing.
"reviews. for books."
"a book critic?"
"yeah. I read a lot, anyway. might as well be paid to give my opinions."
he snorts and nods. "you'd be good at that."
"yeah?" you're smirking at the way he says it.
"you don't seem to have any trouble with the opinion part, at least."
you hide the smile on your face as the waiter comes over with your food. when he leaves, Matthew is already looking at your face. you take a sip of your drink.
"thanks, by the way."
"for what?" he frowns.
"dinner."
"well, I prefer not to extreme coupon alone." he winks as he says it, and you forget how to breathe. he’s too attractive for his own good.
both of you barely get through your food. you're laughing too hard to remember to chew, and at one point, he almost chokes on a bite. it's stupid, but that makes you both break down into giggles, too.
you forget about the stupid promotion, about the fact that you might not be moving up on the food chain for a while. Matthew makes it feel like not such a big deal, especially when he reminds you of how much time you have to build your life.
that claustrophobic feeling from earlier dissipates; you're just sitting there, enjoying a meal with someone you really want to call a friend. or something more than that. you can't stop thinking about how good it was to feel him inside your mouth.
which is why, as you watch him slide his credit card into the little leather booklet to pay, you find your eyes glued to his movements.
"you like my new rings?" he asks with an excited smile as soon as the waiter leaves to swipe his card. he wiggles his fingers to show them off.
"yeah, I do." you smile innocently, then reach out your hand so you can examine the jewelry more closely. he sets his palm against yours in a pure manner, allowing your fingertips to brush incidentally over the inside. you use your free hand to touch the pieces. "is this a pisces symbol?" you giggle.
"yeah!" he grins.
"I didn't know you were into that stuff."
"it's interesting." his open-mindedness warms your heart. you're always taken aback by his receptive nature, like the world is malleable and he's willing to watch it shift with open eyes. but his voice interrupts your thoughts. "your hands are soft."
"oh," you smile. "thanks."
"mhmm," he hums, stare moving from your affectionate touch to your face. his tongue darts out over his bottom lip. "your mouth is, too."
your heart is beating in your throat, caught between wanting several different things. you want to give a witty reply or play it off, but also you don't want to do that at all. in reality, what you want to do is lean over this table and grab his face, feel the pressure of his lips seeking out yours.
"I know." the smile on your face is slightly bashful. he prepares to say something else, but you mentally curse the waiter when he brings back Matthew's card. he goes from seductive to cheerful and friendly within the span of one second, leaving you slightly baffled and strangely more attracted to him as he leads you out of the booth to go.
"I'll bring you home, okay?" his voice is quiet in your ear.
"okay." warmth spreads in your chest. you love the way he talks to you sometimes, so caring, like you're the only person in the world.
the cool night air hits your face and you edge a little closer to him while waiting for the valet to bring the car around. it's only then that you realize that he never used a gift certificate to pay for the food at all. you smack his arm out of nowhere.
"ow! what?" he pretends to be wounded by the strike.
"you lied to me!" you accuse him.
"about what?" but he's laughing, knowing damn well that he's been caught.
"you know."
"I thought you deserved something nice after a hard day, but I'm starting to rethink that." he peers down at you teasingly. you glare at him.
"what does that mean?"
"you’re mouthy today."
"barely."
"uh huh." he gives you a long look before the car comes around and then he's opening the passenger-side door for you.
"what are you gonna do about it, then?" you're giggling, but as you sink into the seat and he stands by the door, he gives you the kind of expression that makes your stomach flip repeatedly. it's dark, challenging, igniting something deep inside your body.
almost unnoticeably, you squeeze your thighs together. but he sees it; he sees it and raises his brows discreetly. your pupils are wide as he shuts the door and comes around to the other side to drive.
there's a tension in the car that neither of you is willing to break. every once in a while, you risk a glance in his direction, but you're met by a stoic expression catching the glow of city lights and the licking of his lips. Matthew turns to you briefly, taking in your moonlight eyes before focusing back on the road.
"it's a nice dress." he mentions what you're wearing. you frown at the garment, something you got a while ago but didn't have the occasion to wear until now. it's nothing special, really. you would have worn something else if there'd been more notice.
"oh, thanks," you chuckle. "sorry I was underdressed."
"you weren't underdressed. I was wearing this." he gestures to the patterned shirt below his jacket. you crack a smile. he takes you by surprise though, when he speaks again. "you could have asked, too, if you wanted another."
"what do you mean?" you frown.
"if you'd wanted a different dress, I would have paid for one."
the words cause you to physically turn to him in shock. you suppose it's not the first time he's done something like that-- not at all, actually-- but that doesn't mean it doesn't surprise you.
"you would be willing to pay for me to get another dress."
he nods nonchalantly, and you bite back a smile. "you're spoiling me, Matthew. I feel like a sugar baby."
he falls unusually silent at this, shifting the car into a different gear as he turns onto another street. you drive past packed restaurants, their awnings strung with golden bulbs as people sip on cocktails. it's loud, but you feel like you're inside some temporary universe, his car gliding through the city.
"do you like that feeling?" his voice is silken, lower. the humor is gone, and you find yourself attracted to it. a magnetism.
at first, you aren't sure how to respond. when he paid for your car repairs, you were a bit gobsmacked. but now, with the bracelet that's currently shimmering on your wrist, the expensive meal sitting in your stomach, his words like spun sugar tempting you closer... you do like it. a lot.
"mhmm." because the pleased humming that makes up its sound is the only accurate portrayal of how you feel.
he pulls into your neighborhood and your tongue hits the roof of your mouth. each time you part, it's like a countdown to see who can tear away first. you never want to win.
you tell him where your building is, and he thankfully finds a space that's not too far from the entrance. as soon as he puts the car in park, the pressure to speak increases tenfold. like all the air in the car has been sucked out. but you're ready.
"do you wanna come up?"
he doesn't even hesitate. "yes."
you're beyond glad that Cecilia is out again tonight, because you really wouldn't want them to meet under any circumstances... especially not like this, when your pupils are blown out and your limbs seem so drawn to him. even as he goes to unbuckle his seatbelt, you fight the urge to grab his arm and scramble out.
he comes over to the sidewalk and you catch his eyes moving over your body, knowing full well that you can see what he's doing. Matthew follows you to your front stoop, the silence charged with anticipation. you fumble the key into the lock and bring him up the long stairwell. it's nothing compared to his home, but he doesn't care at all.
in fact, the moment that you open the door to your apartment and let him in, he doesn't waste any time looking around. he pushes you against the wall and bends down to your ear, using one hand to slam the door closed while he speaks.
"sugar baby, huh?" his breath causes goosebumps to rise over your throat. it goes straight to your core, the aching between your legs.
you nod in response. there's nothing comprehensible you could possibly say right now.
"what does that make me, then?" his hands travel over your waist, squeezing what he's so desperately wanted to touch for a while now. you let the phrase fall from your lips like there won't be consequences.
"my sugar daddy."
he smirks and presses a kiss to your neck. his mouth is gentle while he grips your body in his hands. "you like when I buy you things, little girl?"
your head thuds against the wall as you drop it back to give him better access to your throat. he's scattering it with kisses, occasionally sinking his teeth into the tender skin and licking over it. your hips are grinding into each other, even as you're pinned against the wall.
"is that why you sucked my cock the other night? to thank me for treating you like a princess?" his hard-on is pressed against your lower stomach, and all you can think about is how nice it is. you want to wrap your hands around him again, but he's intent on giving you attention tonight.
"yes." you're panting. he presses his lips to the swell of your chest, the cleavage that sits in your pretty dress. Matthew reaches down and squeezes your ass, which causes you to moan helplessly.
"I wanna return the favor, baby." he uses the nickname again, and your heart thuds. you wonder if he can feel it against his tongue as he teases your chest. you clench your thighs together at the thought of him between them, the excitement almost overwhelming.
you whine and cling to him and he pushes you back so that you're heading towards the couch in the living room. he doesn't really know where anything is, but you can't wait anymore as your fingers seek out every inch of each other that they can. too much waiting. you just want to feel him.
he pushes your hips so that you sit down on the cushions, gaze fixed curiously on him. the only way to read the expression on his face is one of elated determination, like he can't wait to get you off. and as he sinks to the floor and grabs your thighs to bring you closer, you giggle.
"is this okay?" he rubs over your legs. the earnestness in his eyes contradicts all of his actions, and something about it endears him to you further. you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.
"yes."
he smiles, then gently pushes your shoulder back so you're reclining on the furniture while he pushes the hem of the dress up. cool air hits your panties, and you gasp at the way he nudges your thighs apart. his eyes are glued to the lace material that barely covers you.
two of his fingers come up to your clothed entrance and drag upwards, smoothing over the wet patch that's already formed. he grins and peeks up at the feeling. "excited little one."
the tenderness in his words as he starts to tease that same area over and over, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm, causes you to sink further into the couch. you're whimpering, nails dug into your own leg to keep from shuddering. he's barely touched you, and you're already dripping wet.
his tongue presses to the outer corner of his lips while he continues to rub you over your panties. when he slides his fingers beneath the fabric and feels the extent of your arousal, he moans. your thighs instinctually try to squeeze shut as he finds your clit.
"Matthew..." you whine and start to buck into his touch. he works you in slow circles with his thumb at the same time as his index teases your folds, sinks in with a slowness that makes you gasp for air. he's feeling out how tight you are, and you catch him palming himself over his pants while he does it.
"so wet." he barely gets the words out before he can't resist anymore and dips down to drag his tongue up your entrance. the sound you let out is needy, your back arching while he pauses at the top to flick your clit. he's staring you in the eyes and holding your hips down so every attempt you make for more is futile.
your hands find their way to his fluffy curls and tug him harder against you. he licks at, tastes every part of you, exploring and moaning against your sensitive spots every time he gets a reaction. and you're reckless, too, crying out with delight when you feel his stubble against the inside of your thighs.
"don't stop, don't stop--" your body lifts off the couch as you gasp for air. your eyes keep squeezing shut, despite your desire to watch him devour you whole, his mouth eager and hungry. his fingers dig into your thighs, but he lets you close them around his head because he loves the pressure, loves how good he's making you feel.
the patterns he draws on your clit are only enhanced by his middle and index fingers pushing back inside and gently scissoring to get you ready for him. it's a strange sensation of being empty and full at the same time; your body wants to take him right now in his entirety, but he's revelling too much in your essence on his tongue.
he whimpers at the tugging of your hands through his hair and the vibrations are pushing you closer and closer to the edge. it doesn't even take long; the devotion in his technique, like every single movement is dedicated to your absolute euphoria, makes you feel safe. he sucks on your bundle of nerves and your body starts to shudder.
"Matthew, fuck, I'm gonna cum--" your voice is high-pitched as you hit the peak, the pleasure coursing through your veins. your eyes roll into the back of your head and you roll your hips against his face while he goes more harshly to draw out your orgasm. he draws his fingers out of your pulsing walls and gently leads you back down to reality.
you can't even look at him for a minute, your head thrown back and chest heaving to make up for the oxygen you couldn't even consider breathing before. it's like you've turned your brain off and given yourself over, and you don't want to stop.
he keeps massaging your shaking legs and looks up at you with a lustful smile. your juices are all over his chin, and he licks his lips. his index goes to tease you even more after giving you a short break to recover, and you suck in a breath.
"right on the couch, too," he licks the digits before continuing his ministrations. there's a proud grin on his face. "what about your roommate?"
"she's out." it's hard to form the words.
"mm." he stops teasing and taps your pussy gently, making your hips buck before he stands. there's a boner straining against his pants, and you know it can't feel good. you sit up, then hook your fingers in his belt loops and yank him closer while biting your lip.
"what are you doing, sweetheart?" he threads one hand through your hair while smiling affectionately down at you. in response, you kiss his bulge and widen your eyes.
"I want it," you're pathetic, pressing your lips to the material of his pants and practically begging. Matthew's cheeks are flushed at the sight, his attention focused entirely on the beautiful person before him. the next word out of your mouth, spoken against him, makes his cock twitch. "daddy."
"take me to your room." a simple directive, and one which you follow within a second. he helps you off the cushions and you don't drop his hand, instead dragging him with you to the door at the end of the hall.
although you barely ever let people in here, you're happy to share the space with him. he takes only a moment to absorb the sight of plants in window sills, the art prints on your walls, before pushing you down onto the bed and watching you back up over the mattress. he throws off his jacket and crawls after you with a smirk on his face.
you sink down onto your back, head resting on the pillow as he finds his place on top of you, kneeling between your legs.
"angel." he murmurs into your neck. your hands fly up to touch his arms, his shoulders. he's pushing down the straps of your dress and dragging his fingertips ever so gently over the fabric covering your tits. your chest rises and falls and craves him.
suddenly, he shoves the hem of your dress up and grabs your hips roughly, rolls his body down on top so that you're grinding against each other. both of you are groaning at the friction, but then he wraps an arm around your waist to lift you into a sitting position and unzip the back of your dress.
you loop your hands around the back of his neck and listen to the satisfying sound of metal slipping, fabric falling away until he easily pulls it down and helps you shimmy out of it, along with the panties. he stares down at you, so ready for him.
his eyes nearly glaze over and he's biting his lip while he thinks about all the things he wants to do to you. all the positions he wants to put you in, feel you in. you paw at his clothes and whine for him to take them off.
he's brought back to reality and chuckles at how you push under his shirt to touch his stomach. his skin is smooth, warm, burning. the heat you produce together... you can't contain yourselves.
he makes quick work of it and his eyes keep flickering to your naked body, your fingers toying with your nipples impatiently. there's a darkness in his irises, competing with the bright hazel that usually resides there. he's jealous that he's not the one touching you, missing the sensation of your skin after even a moment's separation.
finally, when he's just as bare as you, he gets back on top and immediately wraps his plump lips around one of your buds. you sigh at the warmth of his mouth, the deft tongue that laps at you. he tweaks the other one and ruts against your thigh. you can feel how hard he is, precum dripping out of the head.
you can't keep from touching his hair. it's soft and safe, messy and tuggable in your trembling fingers. he's careful with every part of you, circling your nipple with a moan and switching to the other to give it just as much attention.
"I don't wanna wait." you whine. Matthew raises his gaze to meet yours but withdraws. he wants to be inside you just as much. his cock slides against your soaking entrance in the process, both of you letting out helpless noises at the accidental pleasure.
"whatever you want, baby," he hums, placing one final kiss on your chest before settling between your legs. you watch him grip his own dick, pumping it a couple times and swirling his precum over it. you push your hips up a bit; he smirks, pushes them down again. "I'll take care of it."
you have to physically bite your tongue to keep from moaning at the mixed deliciousness of his voice and the pressure of the head sliding between your folds. you inhale sharply. his length pushes inside of you, barely breaching the entrance as you dig nails into his shoulders and moan.
"I'm not even in it." he chuckles darkly. but it's quickly choked by a moan once he's gotten deeper and can feel the resistance of your muscles squeezing him. he drops onto his elbows and stares into your eyes, noses brushing innocently.
"more." you beg for the rest of him. he's already stretching you, but you want to be filled. you want him to be buried in your body forever because the expression on his face is exactly what you've been wanting.
unadulterated pleasure, his mouth open and breath caught, lost for words. he kisses your cheek and finally reaches the hilt. the way he hits your cervix makes you yelp.
"oh my god." he bites your collarbone softly and pulls out a little to let you get used to the feeling. you're already wanting it back, that feeling. so your legs wrap around his waist and draw him in, another moan slipping from his mouth at your tightness.
"so good..." you breathe and whimper when his hips snap against yours. it's almost out-of-body, the pleasure he's making you feel with every slow, calculated thrust. reverent. he holds your hip in one hand and uses the other to support his weight.
he takes your earlobe between his teeth and moans, the sound making you even more drenched than before. he's able to build a pace easily until you're in perfect synchronicity. he feels like heaven between your hips, a divine pressure that you aren't able to explain.
you've never had sex like this before, like the other person knows your body. and there's no justification for it-- he's never been with you-- but he takes note of every single reaction you have, from submissive whimpers to the dopamine-fueled giggle that falls from your lips when he withdraws for a single moment before filling you right back up. even the slightest digging of your heels lets him know to plow into you deeper until he's all the way inside.
"taking it so well, baby..." he moans. his hair tickles your cheek and sends you deeper down a lecherous spiral. you're going to leave red marks on his skin from the way you grab on. you need something to steady your shaking body; his thrusts are rough enough to send you up the mattress.
he's cruel but in the exact way you need, grinding against your swollen clit. Matthew holds you like moonlight, sand in a quickly emptying hourglass, worships the features that make up your form. one of his hands moves to hold your face, thumb resting beneath your jaw.
you think he's going to say something. if only for a moment, you're positive that he will. but then he leans down and trails kisses along your jawline. the stubble feels so pleasant against your skin. you moan loudly from the affectionate contact in every place. it's overwhelming.
"I'm so close-- fuck, baby." he rocks against you and you can feel his cock twitching inside.
"cum inside, daddy, please--" you're on the edge and you know what'll push you over. it's what you need. he's still holding your face and he stares intently down. you want to feel the chasm of his desire, reach into the darkness and wrap your hands around anything you can. you want to be engulfed by it.
"o-oh fuck," he moves to clutch at the sheets and drops his head against your shoulder. "shit." he stills inside your pussy, cock twitching again before spilling so much that you shake. he's whispering dirty things into your skin while fucking his cum deeper.
"dirty little slut..." he groans. "so perfect for my cock."
you writhe up and use the friction to reach your high, clenching around him over and over. he lets out more noises while you milk Matthew for everything he's worth, taking him to the next level. his energy is sapped by the time your pussy finally relaxes and allows him to slip out.
he rolls over beside you and breathes in, your open window filling the room with the smell of cool air. you stare up at the ceiling, at the spots where moonlight stretches delicately. smooth, buttery warmth that spreads over your heart. you can hear the even beat of your heart as you recover.
you don't want to break the silence. if you do, you're worried that you won't ever feel this way again. your brain is flooded with happy chemicals.
"can I tell you something?" he asks, his voice rippling across your skin until there are goosebumps. god, you love the sound of it.
"of course." you don't tear your eyes away from the ceiling.
"I haven't orgasmed that hard in my entire life." he says through a grin. at this, you turn your head to him and stare. when he meets your gaze, both of you burst into laughter.
"shut up." you giggle. but then the strange sensation of his cum dripping out of you makes you shiver and he frowns.
"here," he makes a grunting noise as he sits up and you resist the urge to make a joke about his age. "let me clean you up."
"thanks," you murmur softly, then point to a door in the corner of the room. "I have plenty of stuff in my bathroom."
you watch him go, admiring his form. there's something beautiful about him that you won't ever be able to define, something that you can't show, can only possess. it’s an aura.
the faucet is running in the other room as you touch your face. it doesn’t feel real, what you just did. sugar baby? it was like a joke before, but now it’s right here in front of you, bolded and waiting. so easy to take.
the tumult in your stomach subsides as his footsteps pad into the room. he’s smiling warmly, like he didn’t just lay claim to your body. and you smile right back, because you can’t stay away.
overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together
genre: fluff
a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)
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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.
"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.
they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.
before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.
he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.
his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.
"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.
"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.
"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.
but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.
their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.
"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.
they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.
you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.
you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.
the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.
after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.
"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.
you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"
"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."
"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.
"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.
"yeah i know. goodnight pen."
"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."
you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."
you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.
you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.
"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.
"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"
"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.
"morgan keeps farting."
you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.
you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.
"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.
spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.
you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.
"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.
"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"
"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."
"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.
you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.
he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.
about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.
he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.
spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.
Could you write something with the prompt 49. "Last night your feet were really cold, so I found some of your socks and put them on you." pleaseee?
49. "Last night your feet were really cold, so I found some of your socks and put them on you."
Word count: 840
A/N: we love a good old “and there was only one bed!!” moment
Sharing a hotel room is honestly nothing new at this point. If anything, Spencer’s surprised it doesn’t happen more often. The Bureau has to have spent all of their budget on the jet—that and the sugar for his coffee, as the team likes to joke.
The room is one thing. The bed, however, is an entirely different thing.
He’s still standing in the middle of the entryway, staring at the one singular bed, when you throw your duffel bag to the ground. “I’m so ready to sleep,” you say, blinking wearily in the dim hotel light.
Spencer just nods in agreement. It’s fine, he tells himself. It's not a big deal. It’s only you, only his best friend, only the person he’s been in love with for the last two years.
It’s not a big deal. As if.
Spencer all but runs to the bathroom, changing quickly and attempting to collect himself. He’s being ridiculous—the thought crosses his mind for what must be the seventeenth time since the two of you’ve entered the tiny hotel room. Absolutely ridiculous.
He spends so long in there getting ready for bed—hiding, really—that by the time he comes out, the lights are off and you’re already under the covers.
He hovers by the edge of the bed. For a moment he thinks you might actually be asleep until you turn to face him. “Come to bed,” you say softly, simply. As if it’s something you say to him every night.
He wishes that it was.
Spencer tries to quell the ache that’s blooming in his chest—the desperate, hopeless ache that threatens to undo him. Instead, he crawls wordlessly into bed beside you.
It takes everything in him not to reach out for you, to grab you and hold you close.
He shuts his eyes tight and allows himself a moment—just one—to imagine a future in which he could do it.
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When Spencer blinks awake, the morning sun casting a golden glow across the room, the first thing he’s aware of is a weight resting across his chest. It’s solid and warm, and when he reaches his hand up blindly, he comes to the startling realization that it’s you.
You’re fast asleep, your head on his chest, and he can’t breathe.
The second thing he’s aware of is the fact that he’s wearing socks. And, despite his exhaustion the previous night, he’s absolutely certain that he hadn’t been wearing any when he went to bed. He sticks his feet out from under the covers and sees them—one blue with seagulls, the other pink with slices of watermelon.
You stir a little in his arms—that’s another thing, you’re in his arms—and blink up at him. “Morning,” you say before wiping the sleep from your eyes. You don’t pull away from him, don’t question why his arms are around you, your head on his chest. You just snuggle in a bit closer and reach out to brush a stray curl out of his eyes.
It feels like if Spencer acknowledges what’s happening, he’ll break the spell. He’ll never have you in his arms again.
He can’t let that happen.
He can’t think of anything to say that isn’t ‘I love you’ and he knows for certain that he can’t say that. Instead he just mutters lamely, “My socks?”
“Oh, yeah,” you hum into his chest. "Last night your feet were really cold, so I found some of your socks and put them on you."
Spencer pulls back to look at you. “You did that?”
You nod, smiling at him sleepily in a way that he may just never recover from. “Yeah, your feet kept touching my legs and they were freezing, but I didn’t want to stop cuddling.”
“You didn’t?”
“Never.”
“God,” he says under his breath, more to himself than anything. “I really love you.” The words slip out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and he can feel his eyes growing wide at the realization that he’s finally, finally said them aloud. He winces, trying to prepare himself for the fallout, for the disgust, for the embarrassment.
For the goodbye.
None of that happens. Instead, you sit up with a start. “That’s what it took to get you to say it? Socks?”
Spencer can’t breathe. He can’t think. “You… you knew?”
You shake your head again. “I hoped.”
“You did?”
“Mhm.”
“Why?” Spencer barely dares to ask. It feels as though every word in his extensive vocabulary has vanished. All he can do is blink at you and try to force his mind to catch up with what’s happening right now.
He doesn’t really understand what’s happening right now, but he doesn’t want it to stop.
Ever, preferably.
“Because I love you too,” you say, reaching up to trace his cheekbone with your thumb. “I have for a long time.”
“You do?”
You pull him back towards you, pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. “Yeah, silly,” you say softly. “I do. You and your ridiculous socks.”
summary: when Spencer returns from a case, he needs to work off some frustration.
pairing: Fem!Reader/Spencer
word count: 3.4k
content warnings: unprotected (rough) penetrative sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, some biting, use of pet names (bunny, in particular), Dom!Spencer, dirty talk, spanking, spitting, some light slapping on Reader’s pussy, mentions of punishment and the existence of a safe word (not used).
your tongue is pressed against the back of your teeth while you watch the minute hand change on Spencer's alarm clock. you wanted an analog type with a less annoying sound, but he insisted on the classic devil-awakening one when you two moved in together.
he's been away on a case for a couple days now, and you miss him like crazy. he's always working, and it sucks but you've also kind of developed a system for it. he calls at night when he can, but otherwise you've got your own life to attend to.
your naturally independent natures have helped both of you maintain your relationship-- except tonight, you miss him like crazy. maybe it's because he told you he'd be back two hours ago and is still nowhere in sight.
you're wearing your cutest lingerie in celebration of his return: soft pink silk that he bought for you last month with a cute little bunny tail attached to the panties. obviously, you'd hoped he'd unwrap and give you what you've been craving. every night he dials you up and the conversation inevitably veers into sexual territory.
you can't help it; there's a raspy quality to his voice when he gets in the mood, a deepness that smooths over your skin and sends shivers down your spine. even with the barrier of several states, he can cause chaos in your body.
it's been a hard time for him, especially with the most recent case. you could tell from the exhaustion in his voice on the other end of the line that he was trying to get his mind off the brutal details of his job. and when he's frustrated, he always gets more possessive.
certain noises have managed to worm their way into your permanent memory: the hitch of his breath when you say his name, the low groan he lets out when he first wraps his hand around himself. the panting when he finally finishes on his tummy at the end of your calls. he says he can get off to your voice, and you know you can get off to his.
you're glad to be his reprieve. if he gets too in his head, it makes his crime-solving skills worse. sometimes you just need to bring him back to the surface so he can breathe.
you rest your head on your arm, watching time go by at a snail's pace. you're horny, too. no matter what toy you use, nothing is the same as Spencer. even now, as you stretch your body across the freshly-cleaned sheets, you can feel yourself growing increasingly needy.
you miss his mouth, his curls, the sensation of his shoulders beneath your hands. you miss every part of him in an insatiable way. it doesn't matter if he's here once a week or every day. you'll never get enough.
you flip over onto your back, enjoying the relaxing give of the mattress while you remember how it dips down when he lays next to you. after almost a year of being together, you've found yourself completely and utterly in love.
hopelessly, really. you didn't think it was possible to have this much adoration in your heart until Spencer held you gently to him and made you feel at home. without him here, the apartment is colder.
despite yourself, you end up dozing off. it's been a long day for you, too, and now that Spencer apparently won't be back, you assume that he's busy on the case still and won't come around until tomorrow at the earliest.
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the door opens suddenly, hitting the wall with a decently loud thudding noise. it's enough to wake you from your strange dreams, and you startle. there's a dark silhouette standing in the threshold of the bedroom.
for a second, your heart leaps. the person doesn't move from their spot, the only light being the golden glow from the hallway. but you recognize him-- you'd recognize that stance, the hands tucked into pockets and the halo of curls, anywhere.
"Spencer?" you ask groggily. he doesn't say anything, only takes his hands out of the pockets and walks over to the bed slowly; it's almost so slow that you start to think it's part of your dream.
the impression of his fingertips trailing down your calf is undeniably real, however. it sends electricity up your skin as you begin to turn to face him. he has other plans for you, though, pushes on your shoulder blade so that your chest is pressed into the mattress while he traces your spine.
"Spencer..." you want to ask him if he's okay, why he was so late, if he needs anything. but the whispered touches only steal whatever air was in your lungs, until you're just lying there, ready.
"don't say anything." his voice is stern. you yelp when he grabs your hips and yanks them back, tugging on your waist until your ass is right against his erection. you're surprised he's already hard; you haven't even really spoken yet.
you know what's coming. sometimes Spencer gets in one of his moods and grows particularly rough with you-- bruised-flesh-and-screaming-pleasure rough. it only happens when he's exhausted or especially frustrated, but you love it.
and now, as he starts to feel up your thighs, waist, all while lightly grinding against your clothed core, you get wetter. his pace picks up a bit, as does the grip on your skin. he touches the bunny tail on the back of your panties before chuckling to himself.
"for me?"
you nod silently.
"you knew I'd wanna see you like this." he gets greedier, hands hoping to cover every part of your shape. you can tell by the increase in his breath and the poking against your center that he's rock-hard now. all you want is to remove the layers between your bodies.
a small whine escapes your lips from the pressure on your clit. your back arches.
"such a good little bunny for me." he reaches around to your tits and starts to massage them hungrily, rutting you into the bed while he groans.
"Spence--" you can't help yourself. "please."
it's as if he was never there in the first place: he grabs your hair and yanks you back until his lips are hovering by your ear. the exhale fanning over your neck causes you to get even wetter between your thighs.
"did I say you could speak?" he bites his lip, eyes running over the curve of your throat and the swell of your breasts as you heave impatiently. you're not sure how to reply with the grasp he's got on your hair, so you simply shake your head no.
"that's what I thought," his hand is splayed over your stomach. "say your word if you want me to stop, okay?"
it's simple and quick, but the question makes your stomach turn upside down with excitement. you nod to the best of your ability and wait for him to begin. you're impatient, held there with his strong grip, wriggling your hips in hopes of finding some friction and release.
he drops it and shoves you back into the mattress until your ass is up in the air for him. Spencer slips his finger through the fabric of your panties, index brushing briefly over your entrance just to tease. you move back for more, but he uses his other hand to gently smack the cheek.
"behave." he warns. it's so much harder because you know he's watching your body, enjoying the writhing eagerness while you wait for him to push into you and satisfy your need.
in response, you whimper. he plays with the bunny tail again, holding onto the little white puff before landing another hit on your ass. you squeal.
"if you had just followed directions, I would have let you suck on my cock already." he taunts. there's a silence where you recall how good he looks in the throes of his own pleasure, how amazing it is when he fills up your throat and pounds the back of it while you stare into his eyes.
"but now," he slaps it again. "you ruined it..." massages both ass cheeks to make you feel a bit better. it only fuels the desire that's burning in your stomach. you're dripping for him. he loves to make you wait.
it takes everything inside you not to talk back, to disobey and give him some of that sharpness that he so wants to smooth. as he continues to spank you, you turn your head to see if he's touching himself.
for one heavenly moment, you see his hand rubbing over his clothed erection while he slaps you around. he's muttering unintelligible praises. it's like a million years of torture with him so close.
just when you think you can't take the waiting anymore, Spencer reaches up to unclasp your bra and pull you back against him. with his hand around your throat, you open your mouth and try to suppress the wicked grin for what's to come.
Spencer leaves angry kisses up your jaw, over your cheek, before twisting your face to his and eyeing your open mouth.
"needy little bunny." he says the words so affectionately before spitting. you give him doe eyes and close your lips, swallowing and hoping that he'll be pleased with the performance. everything you do is for Spencer in some way. you belong to each other in a manner you didn't think possible. even when he's gone, he's in your mind.
Spencer is in a sort of daze, intoxicated by the sight of you in such pretty lingerie, being well-behaved (a rare occurrence). he's used to you giving attitude and needing to be put in your place. but you know him: sometimes he just wants to take control and pin your form underneath his. the wordless communication is what's bonded you two so tightly.
he pushes on your shoulders until you're kneeling before him, hands placed on the tops of your thighs while your gaze flickers between the bulge and his demanding expression. he undoes his belt, slides the pants and underwear down his legs until you're face-to-face with his dick.
you've seen your boyfriend naked plenty of times, but you still need to get used to how big he really is. just waiting for you to give him what he wants. deserves. god, you love Spencer. you'd suck his dick every day if he was around often enough.
he brings your face closer to him until the head of it is resting on your lips. you open them to lick the precum that's been leaking out of the tip for a while now, craving the taste, then swirl your tongue.
Spencer lets out a low groan, peering down at you as your mouth finds new ways to toy with him. wrapping your lips around the head, you suck delicately, then move it slowly down so he can see how he disappears inside.
"fuck..." his fingers are threaded through your hair while he guides you along. you keep teasing by only taking half and wrapping your hand around the rest, but you can tell he's going to want more, soon.
he pushes his hips forward until your nose touches his stomach. you gag slightly on the length, but your ensuing moan only urges him on. Spencer moans and starts to fuck your face, your hands holding onto his thighs for security.
"your mouth, baby--" he bucks over and over. "so perfect for me."
the praise endears him to you while tears start to slip out of your eyes. they fall down your cheeks, smearing your skin while you look up at him. Spencer's lip is tugged between his teeth so hard, you think it might break the skin.
"mmm..." he trails off. the sounds of his pleasure are otherworldly. you moan against his cock until the vibrations of it are about to send him over the edge. finally, he slows to a stop and gently pulls himself out of your mouth.
a string of saliva drips from his dick to your chin. you beam while he runs his thumb over your face.
"what do you want me to do, sweetheart?" he asks tenderly. instinctively, you lean into his touch.
"use me." you beg. it's the widened eyes, the desperate intention in your face, that practically brings him to his knees. he loves when you say things like that, those requests for him to do as he pleases with your body.
Spencer turns your face side to side, purely for the sake of admiring your beautiful features when you're ruined. he missed you so much when he was gone; you were all he thought about, even when he should have been focused. and the phone calls... the phone calls were the only relief he had.
"get on the bed." he orders. you stand slowly, lock eyes before crawling onto the mattress and looking at him while you lean back on your palms. he stares at your almost naked figure, then walks over and pushes your legs open.
cool air hitting your core makes you shiver, but he remedies that by sliding a finger up your panties. you whimper and buck against his hand, but it only makes him chuckle.
"let's get these off." he yanks the fabric down your legs, tosses it onto the floor before leaning down and starting an attack of kisses against your throat. he's so rough and somehow tender with your skin as he rocks against you.
your fingertips fiddle with his suit jacket and shirt, the loosened tie around his neck; you're growing more and more tired of the fact that he's wearing clothes right now. Spencer grinds into your core and smirks at how easily you whine and beg for nothing.
before long, you're both naked. he stands above your body while you lay back on the bed. he's situated between your legs, one hand drifting up your slit and dipping into the wetness that's already collected there.
"aw," he coos gently. "does getting used make you wet, baby?"
you whimper and nod, rolling your hips against his fingers. he finds your clit with ease. the way he gently moves over it to tease you makes your whole existence shake. the desire threatening to overtake your senses is nearly overwhelming. you want to drag him down, claw and hold him here until he's spent.
he slides his finger in and pumps it at a torturously slow pace. he groans at the way your walls already tighten around him. you feel like heaven and your sounds only build on that. his cock is throbbing for you, but he doesn't want to stop. his thumb rubs harsh circles on your bundle of nerves while he stretches you out.
you're going to lose your mind with the way he's touching you, his cock so close without any actual contact.
"put it fucking in already, Spence." you whine, on the cusp of your climax. it's already taking everything not to grab him.
immediately, he withdraws and stares down at you. it's only then that you realize the mistake you've made.
"you're just breaking all your rules today, aren't you, bunny?" he tsks. you shake your head no in the hopes that he'll magically forgive you.
"not only did I tell you not to speak," he hovers a hand over your dripping pussy. when he taps it lightly, you inhale. "but you're not supposed to swear, either."
he does it again, harder this time. the sudden contact makes your face contort with a strange concoction of pleasure and pain. you don't want him to stop. he slaps it again.
"you know that." he mocks a coddling voice before cupping you over your sensitive spot and watching your hips squirm for more. your eyes are pleading, begging for him to slide inside and give you what you both so desperately want.
because you know that regardless of the way he's acting, Spencer has been thinking of nothing but fucking you for these past few days. you can tell from the way his gaze rakes over your figure, like satisfying a taste that's been too long deprived.
which is why his manhandling only turns you on more, including when he grabs your waist and yanks you further down the bed so that he can slide his dick over your folds to tease and coat himself in you. he starts to roll his hips, the tip pressing just the right spot. you moan when he slides his fingers onto your tongue.
"show me you know how to follow the rules." he breathes out, lips parted from the way you start to suck. your eyes hold his for as long as possible, but he's finding it harder and harder to maintain control.
when he pushes the head of his cock in, your back arches and you stare up innocently. Spencer removes his fingers, grabs at your tits as he leans forward on top of you and groans in your ear. they mingle with the whines of pleasure moving from your throat.
it's been too long since he's filled you up, stretched your body and made a home of it. made a home of you. every inch of his skin bearing down on yours makes the world feel like it's spinning.
"so tight, baby." he moves out and back in again, breath slightly shaky. his arms rest by your head. as he finds a natural pace without letting you adjust, you squirm.
remembering the rule not to speak, you only whimper for more and push your hips off the bed to meet his thrusts. Spencer slams them back down with his palm and rams his length into you without mercy.
"you feel that?" he whispers against your throat before nipping at it. "that's what happens to girls who don't listen."
if you weren't soaked before, you're absolutely dripping, now. the things running through your mind are impossible to resist, and your mouth drops open to release a helpless, needy cry. Spencer responds by plowing into you again and chuckling.
"that's what you wanted, though, right? to be taught a lesson?"
the nod is all he needs to continue. "poor little bunny. I'm gonna have to carry you around tomorrow, huh?"
you grasp desperately at his shoulders. the muscles move smoothly and discreetly while he finds the exact pace he needs to destroy your cunt and make you take every inch of his cock. it's so deep, you think he's going to break you in two, hitting your cervix and letting out the occasional whimper at your walls tightening repeatedly.
his nails drag over your ribcage; you drown in the sensuality of the way he savors you, seeming to taste every curve and edge with a possessive grip. he's needy and you know it, even as he violently drives into your pussy.
as your mind ascends to unknown places, you wonder if this is how you'll die: crushed under Spencer's delightful weight, taking every inch of him with a delirious grin on your face.
the way your face twists up in ecstasy, completely losing your mind from the sensory overload, causes Spencer to go harder. he loves the mewls you let out and the movements of your body while it aches for more.
"are you gonna cum, sweetheart?" he pants.
"mhmm." every second, it comes closer to possessing your soul.
"then fucking cum on it," his voice is low, deep, as he gets off. "show me how sorry you are."
he uses one arm to wrap around your waist and pull you partly off the bed to hold you closer while he pounds deeply inside. your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. to suppress the scream threatening to tear through your lungs, you sink your teeth into his shoulder and muffle it there.
he shudders, stilling as he finds his own release from the tightness of your walls fluttering around him. his seed spreads through your stomach and he keeps thrusting it into you, mumbles more praises while keeping his cum inside.
you want to have Spencer to yourself forever. it's the one sure thing in your life, and you feel it even more deeply as he slows to a stop and stares down at you. his pupils are blown out, pink flushed over his cheeks. and then he bends down to kiss you tenderly.
when he rolls over onto the bed, both of you remain still. your hearts try to calm themselves, but it's no use. all you can think about is how you wish he was here more often. based on the way he’s behaved tonight, you’re positive that it was a harder case than usual. you’ll make him some tea in a bit.
for now, though, his fingers slide down to yours, twining them like they were always meant to be that way. soft comfort warms your limbs.
with Spencer, you don't even need to speak. you never have.
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Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: It’s Spencer and Reader’s first night together since he got out of prison.
Category: FLUFF/SMUT (18+), and a ‘lil bit of angst in there too (it’s mostly just kinda sad tbh)
Warnings: Mild language, Smut (oral sex- female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk)
Word Count: 4.9k
Full Requests:
+ “…ahhh okay what about like a fluff&smut about seeing spencer after he got out of prison? like he’s all soft and “i wanna make love to you” ???” — @shatteredlovesick
+ “…First, congratulations on 1k! absolutely loved you “I’ve Got You” fic and was wondering if you could make something similar that has fluffy smut.” — @onesstop
Based on this anonymous request: hi hi queen! from the I Love You Dialogue Prompt List, these were the ones i loved the most. #2, #23, and #36! 🥰 🥺
Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! xx
Prompt:
2. “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”
23. “Earth to ____ ! What are you looking at?”
36. “You think our friends will be mad if we just get married right now?”
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader
Category: Fluff
TW: Mentions of typical CM violence, cursing
Word Count: 1806
A little hospital confession time, because we all love that, don’t we? I hope you enjoy it xx
Waking up in a hospital is never a “good” experience. Especially when you don’t recall how you got there. In his line of work, Spencer Reid has learned that this (usually) means that he’s just narrowly avoided death. However, were he asked the best way to wake up in a hospital, he would, without question or much thought, answer that the best way to wake up in a hospital was to have your beautiful eyes staring down at him. Or with your hand gently grasping his. Or just with you there at all.
His eyes flicker open, but he knew you were there even before he opened his eyes. Your perfume, easily one of his favorite smells in the universe, was one of the first things he became aware of. That and the immense pain in his right side. At his groan of pain, he feels your soft hand take hold of his - a feeling he’s had the privilege to experience quite a few times in your acquaintance. Your gorgeous eyes meet his, filled with worry, blinking back tears he can’t believe you’re shedding for him of all people.
“Hey there, genius,” you whisper, gently squeezing his hand, your other hand joining to caress his hand. “You gave us a bit of a scare there, you know?”
But Spencer doesn’t respond. For the first time in a long time, he finds himself almost entirely speechless. Moments of your friendship fly through his brain at hyperspeed, so quick and intense that they almost block out the immense pain from his side. Because, sure, he’d love to know what got him here, would love to know what happened to the asshole he was chasing that he assumes shot him or stabbed him or whatever, but all he can seem to focus on is you.
Request: Hi I just saw that you receive requests and I was wondering if you write sth for mgg and reader being married and trying for a baby with breeding kink pretty please?
A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I haven’t written a breeding kink before so this was exciting to write. I hope I channeled the kink well for ya, love! Enjoy!! 🌚✨
Being married to the love of your life for two years was one of the highlights of your life. Having Matthew by your side for the past two years was nothing but love, fun, and thrilling adventures. You two lived your best lives with trips to your favourite places to get away from your lives back home. When you two were home, it was precious time you two spent together to relax and enjoy each other’s company.
Though you both enjoyed each other’s company, your ovaries were begging you for a baby. Every time you saw a cute baby on Instagram or when you walked through the park, you felt your heart light up. You found yourself talking to Matthew about babies more and more as the months passed by. He was intrigued with the idea as well. He loved kids and you knew he would be an amazing father.
The more you two discussed, it was clear you were both on the same page. You told him you were stopping your birth control, no condoms in the bedroom, and pure, raw sex until you got a baby. He was all in on the idea as well. You knew you could get pregnant after the first try or it might take a couple of tries but you were excited to start the process.
Summary: Y/N and Spencer have been seeing each other for a couple of months and Y/N finally introduces Spencer to her daughter.
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Y/N fiddled with the television remote in her hand. She flipped through the channels without pausing long enough to watch anything that would hold her attention. At this precise moment, Y/N couldn’t really focus on anything. She had been seeing Spencer Reid for just over four months now and she is the happiest she had been in a while. Even her daughter, Amber, who was only six years old, had noticed the change in her mothers behaviour.
The reason why Y/N was so nervous was because it was the day that she would finally introduce Amber to Spencer. Originally, Y/N was hesitant to tell Spencer about Amber at first, most men she went out on a date with previously weren’t ready for that type of commitment. Spencer was different. He was happy to sit and listen to Y/N talk about her daughter. Even if it was early in their relationship, Y/N could see herself settling down with Spencer and Amber - although, that was if everything went okay.
Y/N had told Amber about the man who had been making her mother happy. Amber listened intently but she never said anything about it - which worried Y/N. What worried Y/N even more was that she had told her daughter that Spencer was coming over to their apartment today and she had been in her room all day, not allowing Y/N to go in.
Summary: Reader wakes up to Spencer Reid making breakfast, a seemingly perfect image of a Sunday Kind of Love.
A/N: We love to see domesticated Spencer Reid.
Playlist: “A Sunday Kind of Love” by Etta James
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Dad!Spencer Reid
Category: Fluff, One Shot, Drabble
Content Warning: None!
Word Count: 1k<
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Warm rays of sunshine streamed through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting beams of light that heated my face to the point of compelling me to wake up.
Hitting my senses almost immediately after the feeling of warm sun was the smell of fresh coffee, and if I had to guess, a half-empty pot of fresh coffee, thanks to the insatiable cravings of one Dr. Spencer Reid. That also meant he was already awake and downstairs.
Just as I predicted, but still much to my dismay, I woke up to an entirely empty left side of the bed, space my husband would normally be splayed out upon. At least I had a shirt of his on to envelope me wholly, just in the way that he would have had we woken up together. Except this embrace was much less suffocating, as you can imagine.
I didn’t have to wonder where he’d gone for long, though. Following the noise of indistinct babbling against the sound of Etta James’ song “A Sunday Kind of Love,” I found Spencer in the kitchen, jabbering nonsense to our nine-month-old daughter, who was nestled safely in his unclad arms, while he flipped pancakes and swayed to the music.
He was the direct image and likeness of a Sunday kind of love if I’d ever seen one.
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