Content warnings: +18 MDI sex, blowjob, creampie, coworkers having sex for the first time, orgasm (f and m), drinking, nipple piercings, porn without much plot, just pure smut
Word count: 3.5k
Summary: Spencer Reid and Y/N had been working together for years now, but on a drinking night they may become more than just coworkers... (I suck at writing summaries)
a/n: this is the first fic i write in a while cause i was in the situationship trenches, now i feel like myself again tho. hope yall enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Btw, its also on ao3, as always. love you guys. If you enjoy it pls like and repost
You didn't know exactly how you ended up in this situation. Drunk out of your mind with your coworker Spencer Reid - who you had a little (okay, maybe not little at all) crush on ever since you joined the BAU - on your couch talking about dating experiences. Or non-experiences, on his case. Maybe it was because now all the other coworkers had families (or cats, on Penelope’s case) to come home to after a case and you two weren’t so ready to let go of the drinking after closing a case ritual, even if not at a bar. Call it a superstition, if you will. All you knew was that you were enjoying having Spencer all to yourself, especially when he was dangerously close to you on your couch. That’s why you felt the courage to ask him a simple question that you had been dying to ask for years:
“Do you date women? Or in general?” You had never seen him with anyone, it was an innocent question.
He took a small sip of his beer before setting it down at the side table next to the couch, a smirk appearing on his face as he answered your question. “Yes, I date. Women, if we wanna be specific.”
Wow, sober Spencer would have blushed until his cheeks burned and then his whole body was on fire. You liked drunk Spencer.
“I do too. Men, I date men.” He hadn’t asked, but you felt by the look on his eyes that he was curious too, because as much as Spencer was secretive about his love life, so were you. JJ had tried to hide her relationship with Will for nearly a year, but the team knew. But you and Spencer? You were the most discrete ones on the team.
That made his smirk only grow more.
“Yeah? Is that right?” He raised his eyebrows. He took a moment to look you up and down again, his gaze lingering on you slightly longer this time.
“Yeah, I mean there was this one time in college.” You joke as you tilt your head to the side, resting it on the couch as you fully face him now, taking a sip from your beer.
He noticed you tilt your head and couldn't help but find it cute. “One time?” He smirked as he looked at you, his gaze stuck on your pretty face and slightly swaying body. He was feeling the alcohol in his system, but he still felt sober enough to know what’s what and make rational decisions. Well, mostly rational, at least. “Tell me about it.” He had an idea where this was going, but still wanted to hear you say it.
“Oh, nothing much, just a crazy party that ended up with me and a sorority girl hooking up in front of everyone. I was hammered as shit, though, so I barely remember it, just what people said for the next weeks.” You laugh as you relive those times in your mind.
His smirk quickly became a surprised, but amused smile. He widened his eyes as he looked at you, his head slightly turning to the side to match yours, his hand moving to rest on your knee. “You did what?”
“I mean, not like sex, just a kiss and funny hands.” You say, still kind of laughing a little bit at the memories.
“Oh, so just an innocent, little kiss, huh?” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, letting his hand rest on your knee as his thumb absent-mindedly started moving in a circular motion.
“Oh, the kiss wasn't innocent at all.” You say as you settle your beer on the table before taking up the courage to do something you had been dying to do for ages. “It was something like this." You finally grab his face and don’t wait another second to start a passionate kiss. The unexpected move caught him off guard at first, but soon enough he fell into the kiss. His hand moved up to rest on your hip, holding you there as he deepened the kiss. He closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feeling he had also craved for so long.
You get on top of him, resting each one of your thighs on each side of his closed legs. He let out a soft groan into the kiss as he felt you on top of him, his hands reaching to hold your waist. His grip was tight, trying to hold you there as his kiss got more intense.
Something in your mind tells you to stop it, so you do. “Is this ok with you?” You ask, really hoping the answer is yes. His chest is rising and falling a bit faster than before as he looks at you, his hands still planted firmly on your waist, as if he’s afraid you’ll change your mind and leave. His head felt a bit too fuzzy and light because of the alcohol, but he was still somewhat clear-headed.
“Yeah, this is more than okay with me.” He managed to say, his grip on your waist went down a little until he reached and squeezed your ass, trying to show you how okay he was with this.
You breath in relieve, glad you didn’t fuck up your friendship with him. “Okay, good, just checking” You say with a smirk before pulling him in for another kiss and this time it was more firm, more sure. His hands got back to your waist as you pulled him in, another groan leaving his mouth and getting lost in the kiss. He tugged at your waist, wanting as much contact as he could get between your bodies as your tongues clashed together.
You start grind on his lap as you take one hand to the back of his head, gripping onto his hair as if your life depended on it, and at that moment, you felt like it did, like you couldn’t live without having him.
He moaned into the kiss as he felt you grind down on him, his hands that were on your waist were now helping you move. And you could feel the temperature in the room raise as the heat built between you.
You gently take one of his hands to your boob, where you need it. He let his hand be guided by yours, feeling one breast under his hand and the piercing that was on it. He let out a low moan at the feeling, his fingers giving your nipple a small pinch as his chest rose and fell rapidly, starting to get overheated.
“Damn… A piercing, huh? ”He murmured into the kiss as he pulled away for a moment to get a quick breath of air.
“Take my shirt off so you can see it.” You say with a smirk.
His eyes widened and locked with yours for a moment, not expecting you to tell him what to do. But still his fingers gripped the edge of your shirt for a second before he started to pull it up. “Yeah? You sure you want that off?” His voice was low, and his hazel eyes never left yours as he pulled up your shirt.
“Don't tease me.” You answer with a husky voice.
He chuckled as he finally pulled your shirt entirely off over your head and tossed it somewhere on the floor, his hands immediately going to your bare abdomen, appreciating the view of your nippled piercings way more than he ever thought he want. Piercings weren’t his thing, or so he thought. He ran his hands up your stomach until they reached your chest. His fingers brushed over your piercings again, and the smirk was back on his face.
"You look perfect." He murmured huskily as he ran his hands down your torso, his fingers grazing your heated skin. He leaned back in for another kiss, a hand coming up to tangle in the base of your neck, tilting your head down as he deepened the kiss until you pull away and straighten your back so that your chest is on his face, slightly brushing your boobs on his lips.
His mouth opened almost automatically when your chest was right in front of his face, his lips meeting your left nipple immediately. He suckled on it, his mouth putting pressure as he did. He moaned out at the feeling.
“Oh, shit.” You moan when you feel the heat of his mouth along with the vibration of his moan on your sensitive spot.
“Do you wanna fuck me on this couch?” You say before you get the chance to think of a more subtle way to ask this. Your hand is now traveling down his body and working on his belt. You can’t wait, you need his dick somewhere in you.
He lets out a scoff at your direct question, his hands gripping your waist again almost immediately. “Yes, I do wanna fuck you on your couch, Y/N.” He was trying hard to keep his eyes open as your hands unbuckle his belt.
“Good, I need to feel you.” You say as you throw his belt on the floor somewhere to be found later. He lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants and boxers, leaving them on his knees, releasing his cock from the fabric. You didn’t expect this. You knew he was big, I mean he had big feet and you can always tell by the feet, but, shit, you had no idea how big he was. He probably had a good 9 inches there.
Now you have your hands trying to unbutton his shirt as fast as you can and his eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as he tried to hold himself back to not get over-excited and ruin this as he helps you to take off his shirt, tossing it away next to you. “You have no idea how badly I need to feel you.” He moaned out, letting go of your waist and moving his hands to the zipper of your pants.
“Get up.” He asks. When you do it, he pulls down your pants and helps you take it off your feet, leaving you only on a black lacy thong.
“Thanks.” You say, as he's left butt naked on the couch and the only thing keeping your flesh away from his legs and his dick is your thong, which he soon pulls to the side so he can see your pussy. His gaze went again to your bare body as you straddled his lap, this time completely naked and exposed. He took his time admiring you before finally speaking. “God, you look incredible.”
His hand moved up to take your chin in his hands, his thumb running over your bottom lip. You take his thumb into your mouth and suck on it, slightly moaning, looking into his eyes. That made his grip on your chin tighten as his eyes kept locked on yours.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve seen a woman do, you know that?” He murmured, his voice a lot huskier this time. He was unable to keep his thoughts inside his head.
You let go of his thumb with a pop and say “Just wait until it's your dick in my mouth.”
His gaze darkened and he bit his lip as he imagined that, another moan escaping his mouth at the thought. “Yeah? That can be arranged.” He smirked at you.
“Way ahead of you.” You say in a whisper before you kneel in front of his now open legs and take his dick in one hand and start teasingly licking the pink tip.
His hand went to the back of your head, grabbing your hair so it was out of the way his eyes shut, his head thrown back. He had to grip the couch with one hand to try and keep himself from completely losing himself in this moment. Your tongue against his tip felt heavenly.
“Oh, fuck, Y/N.” He murmured, breathing through his mouth.
You put the tip in your mouth and keep looking over at him. His grip on your hair only grew firmer, his head still leaned back on the couch as he tried to keep his eyes open and locked on yours as he watched you take his tip in your mouth. He let out a long and low moan at the feeling. And at that cue you finally slip the whole length into your mouth, you weren’t even sure it was going to fit, but with a little help from a hand to jerk him off as you went, it did.
His mouth was slightly agape from the feeling, his eyes shutting again and his grip on your hair so tight it almost hurt.
After a few minutes, you take the dick off your mouth as you lick all the way up and say “Now I have to feel you inside of me, I can’t wait anymore.” His hand moved from your hair to your hand, trying to guide you onto his lap.
“Get up here.” He practically demanded, his breath coming out harsh and quick.
“Is that how you’re going to talk to me? Do you know I’m the one in charge here?” you tease, liking the taste of power, and the taste of his cock mixed with precum, of course.
He leaned down to try and capture your lips again, but you escaped his touch on purpose, just to tease him, so he was missing his mark a couple of times and accidentally leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck and jaw. He continued trying to get you on his lap again, groans escaping his mouth between each missed kiss. Then he finally gives in and asks politely. “Please…” He murmured in between kissing your neck.
“Please what?” You smirk, enjoying the game of power.
He groaned against your neck again. “Please get on my lap.” He repeated again, his head finally coming to look at you, his eyes darkening at the sight of your smug smirk. He watched as you got in his lap. He moaned against your neck again as he felt you right where he wanted you, his hips immediately bucking up to get some friction.
“You're making me lose my mind, Y/N.” His hands held on to your waist as he continued to move his hips up to grind against your wet pussy.
And now you’re the one moaning as his dick brushes against your clit. His hips continued bucking up, trying desperately to create more friction, his head falling to rest on your shoulder as he whispered “So perfect.” His hands moved around your back, trying to pull you.
“Just dry humping, huh? Afraid I can't take all of you?” You pant, trying to keep teasing him, but barely okay enough to breathe.
His hands immediately moved back to your hip when you said that and he moaned out as you moved against him, his hips still bucking up with each movement. “Don’t tempt me.” He murmured as he tried to regain control of his hips.
“I don't need to.” You say as you grab his dick, keeping it straight and up aligned with your pussy as you slowly start getting down on it.
His head shot up from your shoulder and his mouth opened in a silent moan as he felt you take him into you, his grip on your waist tightening as he shoot his head back down to watch you taking him in your pussy as a louder moan left his mouth once again. “Oh, fuuuck…”
“I intend to.” You moan when it's all in.
His head fell back again, his head hitting the back of the couch, his fingers biting into flesh as he held your by the waist. His eyes shut again as he bit his bottom lip, his hips still slightly moving against yours. “God damn, so tight…” He moaned out. He was not even sure if he was making sense at this point.
You start riding him in a nice rhythm, his hands were helping you more. His head was still leaned back as he continued to just let you move over him. “You feel so good.” He moaned out, still trying hard to hold himself back, but it had been so long he had been with a woman that he wasn’t sure how long he was capable of lasting, especially given how tight your pussy felt around him.
And the sight of your pierced boobs bouncing up and down right on his face wasn’t helping him keep it together. He had to hold himself back, still trying desperately to get some control so that he doesn't start doing anything stupid. Even in his half-drunk state, he knew that he was probably gripping your waist too tightly and was probably leaving a mark. Not that he was really thinking about that right now.
“God damn it, Y/N.” He whimpered again.
“Slap my ass.” You pant, riding him slower now, trying to keep yourself from coming.
His hand left your waist, moving to one of your ass cheeks. He wasted no time slapping it, still holding onto the other while keeping you in place on top of him. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?” He asked as he slapped your ass again, this time stronger. It’ll probably leave red marks and maybe even a bruise by tomorrow, but he could care less at the moment.
He was letting you keep moving and control whatever you wanted to do. His grip on your one cheek got a little tighter again as he felt you move around him now in a circular motion. But he still keeping you pressed down against him.
“You know I do, that's why you'll be coming whenever I tell you to, now suck my tits.” You say and moan as his dick hits a good spot.
His head rose again, his eyes still closed as he nodded, still unable to form a coherent sentence and at this point just responding to whatever you said. “Yesss.” He was trying to move his hips in pace with you. He tried to lean down, taking your right nipple into his mouth.
“Where do you want to cum?” You ask.
He moaned around your nipple, his brain trying to think of an answer for your question. But at the moment, it was quite difficult to form any words. He finally managed to say “Inside…” His mouth was still on it as he tried to keep the pace. He could feel himself getting close, and that seemed to be the answer he could come up with, and it was quite the honest one.
His hand let go of your hip, moving down to your clit, his fingers finding that little bud as he started to rub it with his thumb. “You're going to make me come soon.” He said between kisses and nibs on your boobs.
“Spence.” You practically scream as he starts moving his finger against your clit.
His fingers moved against your clit faster, his name moaned out like that making him buck up in an unconscious response. “Cum right after me.” He murmured, trying to keep it together.
“Uhum.” You manage to say, as you ride him ever faster now, seeking your edge.
His fingers continued to rub at your clit, trying to keep up with you as he felt himself getting closer with each second that passed. “You close, baby?” He moaned out, his mind shutting off as he felt himself about to hit the edge.
“Uhum.” You moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” You moan loud, not even afraid your neighbors are probably listening.
His head fell back again as he groaned, feeling you clenching around him, his fingers now only focusing on just trying to rub your clit a little faster. He moaned louder when you moaned.
“Fill me up, baby.” You manage to say as you let out a big moan followed by his name.
His whole body tensed and he threw his head back again as you moaned out, feeling himself come to his edge. His finger tried to get a little more fast to help you get there, his hips bucking up a little to ride out his orgasm.
“Come for me.” He managed to say, still desperately trying to give your clit the pressure you needed. Your clenching around him sent him over the edge. He moaned out loudly as he started to come, his hips riding it out as he moaned out your name again and again. His fingers tried to keep that quickening pace while he tried to stay in control. “Oh god, you feel so good when you come.” He moaned out, still trying to catch his breath. His hands slid to your back until he was holding you by the waist, his grip a little less painful now.
You try to catch your breath as you say “You were perfect.”
He let out a soft, exhausted little laugh, trying to catch his own breath. “Me? You were perfect.” He murmured, still trying to get his breathing back under control as he still kept you up against him, not really wanting to move just yet.
“Yeah, I was, wasn’t I?” You say as you lean into his chest and let out a deeps breath. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”
“So have I, Y/N, so have I…” He says as he holds you in his arms.
