your virgin spence fic is so fucking hard oh my goddd it's so good pls never stop writing, genuinely its so good, I ADORE IT SO MUCH 💓
omg don't you worry because i love writing virgin spence!! 💞 trying to decide what i should write next for that series... (so far i've got teaching spencer how to make out + going down on spencer)
once again thinking about spencer's tummy and how good it would be to make out with him after he's put on weight because there's more of him to grab and squeeze and hold on to 🤤
Trying to plant little kisses on it and he just tries to squirm away because he’s not used to such a soft physical intimacy and then just grabbing his sides like “no, let me love you”
It was almost unfair how good he was at kissing you. In the time since you’d first taught Spencer how to make out, he’d clearly done his homework. Each time chaste kisses evolved to something a little more frenzied, he had something new to try; testing a new angle with his tongue, biting your lip, nipping at the spot behind your ear. It was like an experiment and he was clearly keeping tabs on the results, noting all the things that turned you on. So when he had you in his lap, palm kneading at your breast as he sucked at your neck, you couldn’t help but say, “God, you’re good at this.”
Spencer looked up at you with a satisfied smile on his kiss-swollen lips. “I’ve been studying.”
“And it’s paying off,” you sighed. Not just for you, but for him too, if the bulge you could feel through his trousers was any indication. Which gave you an idea. “Do you want to, um, learn something new?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes. Please.”
“Anything in particular in mind?”
“Whatever you want,” he said, hands wrapping around your waist.
You tilted your head, considering the possibilities. “Well, let’s see… is it safe to assume you’ve, ah, gotten off before?”
Spencer swallowed hard. “I – yes,” he managed with a squeak, so easily flustered by the question.
“But you’ve never come with someone else, right?” He shook his head. You felt a smile tugging at your mouth. “How about we start there, then?” You ran your hands down his chest, feeling him tense beneath your touch. “When you touch yourself, do you ever think about me?”
“All the time,” he breathed, not missing a beat.
You pressed quick kisses along his jaw, down past his Adam’s apple, then carefully scooted off of his lap to sink down to your knees in front of him on the couch. Without breaking eye contact, you rubbed your hands up over his thighs. “Do you ever think about this? Can I go down on you, Spence?”
It was like his brain short-circuited at the question. He blinked twice before nodding. “Yes. Shit, yes. I mean, if you want to, then yes.”
You tugged at his trousers. “I really, really want to.” He fumbled with his belt, clearly so desperate to get it off. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how eager he was. The stiff ridge of his cock was already tenting his boxer briefs by the time he managed to get out of his pants. You slipped your fingers past the waistband of his briefs and gently nudged them down past his hips, keeping eye contact with him so you wouldn’t spook him.
Only when you finally had him undressed did you let your stare wander south, eyes widening ever so slightly. He was so hard for you, straining and pink and slick at the tip. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight.
Your silence made him anxious. “Is… is it weird?” he asked, voice betraying his fear.
“Not at all. Not too big, not too small. Just right.” You wrapped your hand around him tentatively, thumb stroking over an aching vein and sending a shudder through his whole body. “Besides, it’s true what they say. Size doesn’t matter as much as knowing how to use it, and you’re so teachable, Spence.”
You pushed him back down onto the couch and sank down to your knees before him. Those wide, nervous eyes watching you so intently as you leaned your head against his knee. “You look so good, babe. Don’t worry. I just wanna make you feel good. Does it feel good?” you asked, stroking him once more, sliding your fingers up and down with a gentle grip.
He nodded, a sharp breath in. “Much… much better than my own hand.”
You laughed. “Mm, yeah there’s just something about having someone else pay that kind of attention to you. But I think there’s something that might feel even better around your pretty cock.” You licked your lips slowly, giving him just a hint of what was to come. Giving him the chance to change his mind if he wanted to, but he said nothing as you leaned in and flattened your tongue against the length of him, licking up.
He gasped, hips bucking in an automatic response to the sensation. A string of four-letter words was whispered when you took him into your mouth with a satisfied hum.
Spencer’s hands hovered over your back before resting tentatively on your shoulders. “Is this - I mean, should I…?”
You reluctantly pulled off to answer him, gripping him in the palm of your hand. “Don’t overthink it. Just relax. Here, why don’t you try holding my hair instead? You can tug, redirect me to where feels good. Just don’t force me, okay?”
“Of course not.” The way he threaded his hands into your hair so carefully you knew you didn’t have to worry with him.
You swiped your tongue over the tip of him. “You taste so good, babe,” you moaned, just to see the way his face turned pink. “I could just eat you up.”
And so you did, wrapping your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him off, tracing the underside of his cock with your tongue. You tried a few different paces, taking him deeper and then easing up until you seemed to find the right rhythm, the tugs from his hands guiding you just like you’d asked.
When you looked up at him, his head was tipped back against the couch, mouth slightly agape in a silent groan. Face flushed and eyes shut tight, he was the picture of pleasure. A thrill zipped through you at the knowledge that you were the one causing this reaction in him, giving him such ecstasy. It was hard to look away, and you found yourself sneaking glances as you swirled your tongue over his balls, taking one into your mouth, as you stroked his throbbing cock with your fingers before taking him into your mouth again.
“Oh my god, Y/N,” he whined. You used one hand around his shaft where your lips couldn’t reach, rotating your wrists to offer friction, licking and sucking everywhere else, his cock warm in your mouth as you braced yourself against the soft flesh of his thigh, taking him in, all of him, focused on the taste and the feel of him, letting your moans reverberate through his dick as his own whimpers spurred you on further until you felt him tug tighter at your hair and you knew he was close before he even tried to warn you, just as you knew you weren’t going to stop. He came hot in your mouth with a shudder and groan and you let him, swallowing it down and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
He reached for that same hand and you held his as you climbed back up onto the couch, perching on his bare thigh. His pants were still on the floor, cock softening when he wrapped his arms around you, head resting against your shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath. No sooner had you done so did he lean in to kiss you, and you were sure he could still taste a trace of himself on your tongue. Some guys refused to kiss after you went down on them, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind one bit, kissing you so sweetly before letting his head fall back onto your shoulder.
“You okay?” you asked.
He nodded. “Yes. Just. Wow. That was – thank you.”
You giggled. “You don’t have to thank me, Spencer. I wanted to.”
“Still.” He placed soft, lazy kisses against your neck. “I didn’t know it could feel that good. I think it’s you. I don’t think anyone else could ever make me feel this way.” Spencer leaned back, eyes searching yours. “I want to make you feel good, too. Will you teach me that?”
“I will, but not right now,” you said. “One lesson at a time. Right now, I just want you to hold me. Is that alright?”
“Course.” He grabbed his briefs from the floor and hastily pulled them on before lying back on the couch and letting you curl up in his arms, his wandering fingers tracing patterns down your back.
“You looked so pretty when you came,” you said. “I knew you would.”
Spencer laughed, bashful. “I’m nowhere near as pretty as you.” His hands dropped down to rest on your ass and he lowered his voice. “I… I want to see what it looks like when you come. The sound you’d make. I want to make you come.”
You shivered. He may have still been learning, but his confidence was growing and you had no doubt that when you finally let him, he was going to devastate you in the best of ways.
summary: later seasons Spencer overindulges and then eats you out. that’s it, that’s the fic.
• nsfw/18+, smut, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, shameless smut
(previously posted this on AO3 anonymously)
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Rossi’s dinners were always a big to-do, with the fanciest foods, the most expensive liquors, and the best company the BAU had to offer. You looked forward to them and the joy they brought to you and to Spencer. After a particularly tough few months, things were finally looking up for the team and Dave extended an invitation for everyone to join him for a night to remember at his house - sorry, mansion. And you were always happy to be Spencer’s plus-one.
No expense was spared on festivities or on food. There was dish after dish of rich Italian food, heavenly desserts provided by Penelope, and plenty of libations to go around. It was easy to get overwhelmed by the amount of savory and sweet spreads available, and your boyfriend’s eyes were notoriously bigger than his stomach. Not to mention his inability to resist anything with sugar in it. Spencer had treated himself to one too many servings of lasagna and garlic bread, completely neglecting the expertly roasted vegetables, before insisting on trying at least one of each treat prepared by Garcia – and then some.
Now that you were home, Spencer was facing the consequences of his own gluttony. He fell back onto the bed with a groan, head tilting back as his hand came to rest on his stomach. Long fingers stretched over the little bulge of his belly straining against his shirt.
You giggled, sauntering over to join him on the bed. “Overindulge there, babe?” you teased, sitting beside him.
“Maybe,” he said, his lips curling into a pout. Like a child admonished for eating too much candy. “I’m stuffed.”
You reached over to place your palm beside his and massaged his tummy, so full it had almost no give beneath your touch. “It would seem so.” Your eyes wandered over him, stuck at the unforgiving point of his belt buckle digging into his flesh despite the fact he’d specifically left the table to loosen it a few notches at one point. The pull of the fabric over his swollen belly, the way he panted just a little as he shifted, seeking relief from a discomfort of his own doing. It reminded you of other sounds he could make, pretty whines you were suddenly desperate to coax from him.
once again thinking about spencer's tummy and how good it would be to make out with him after he's put on weight because there's more of him to grab and squeeze and hold on to 🤤
I feel like so many people have a different interpretation of how Spencer Reid would handle sex. There’s the classic nerdy spencer who keeps stuttering and doesn’t know how to do *it* but knows everything technical, and there’s the mega dom spencer who knows exactly what he’s doing, and everything in between. I’m curious to know what you think is most accurate to how he would be? This can also change from first season to last, etc. I’m just curious what u think!
S.R. Sexual Headcanons (NSFW, 18+)
Early Seasons
Shy and slightly insecure, but eager to please
Would spend a lot of time on foreplay because it is the best way to ensure his partner’s pleasure (and it’s a fun kind of science)
Prefers an emotionally attached partner since sex requires vulnerability he is loath to give
Has a lot of things he wants to try, but he is too embarrassed to bring them up, so he’ll wait for his partner to suggest it (very nonjudgmental)
As he gets older, he becomes more confident and lighthearted in bed
Understands the importance of aftercare and insists it’s his responsibility to hold you (he is actually just a cuddlebug with a really good excuse)
Interested in the power dynamics of kink culture but averse to it because he lacks the self-confidence
Preferences/Priorities: Perfecting oral sex techniques, kissing erogenous zones, sensory seeking activities (experimenting with light/hard touches, but not pain).
Middle Seasons
Brat and Switch Era
More willing to have fleeting sexual relationships
Beginning to feel confident in his sexual identity, more willing to ask for what he wants
Enjoys roleplay, more intense power dynamics, and sensory-heavy foreplay (although still loath to grant true vulnerability)
Confident in his ability to please his partner
Seeks out relationships where he can feel challenged in some way (intellectually, physically, emotionally)
Views sex as one of many ways to establish and express intimacy, would easily forego sex for an intellectually stimulating activity (and loves them as foreplay)
Preferences/Priorities: Ensuring his partner is open/comfortable, advocating for his own pleasure, having fun while having sex, exploring deeper rooted sexual proclivities
Late Seasons
Just wants to feel desired for who he is (he is so tired)
Seeking companionship but unwilling to have long term sexual relationships without emotional vulnerability on part of all parties
Struggles with the darker parts of himself and requires reassurance from his partner (both that he is gentle and strong/“a good man”)
Less likely to engage in heavy roleplay, established “scenes” are rare
A more intuitive lover that adapts to emotional and physical shifts, but very cautious to escalate
Craves physical and emotional intimacy before and after sex (he requires aftercare and is so, so touchstarved)
Occasionally uses sex as an outlet for his frustrations, but usually would prefer to ground himself through sentimentality
Preferences/Priorities: Feeling close to his partner, maintaining boundaries, ensuring the overall experience is enjoyable and everyone involved feels safe
What do you think? Sound off in the comments/reblogs and let me know!
*These lists are just for fun and based purely on my perception of his character. Outside of the variety of my fanfiction portrayals, this is what I consider my “truest” perception of his character. No one characterization is “correct” because there is no knowledge of his sexual personality in canon. Heavy submissive/dominant portrayals are, in my view, valid and arguable for any stage of his character. Do not read anything I’ve said as a condemnation of another headcanon. This is all in good fun!
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