#perv!spencer

[spencereidluver]

Bully - Spencer Reid x Reader -

summary: you absolutely despise spencer reid. and you make it your mission for everyone to know. but despite how cruel you are to him, he can’t help but find himself in love with you.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: perv!spencer, sub!spencer, dom!reader, bully!reader, humiliation kink, lots of degration, some praise, edging, crying during sex, lowkey dacryphilia, spencer is literally a helpless fucking loser, mentions and descriptions of masturbation (m), oral (m & f recieving) unprotected sex, cream pie, lowkey kind of like 'size matters' talk idk lol, use of 'little boy' once i have no idea fucking why it's not in an age play way she's just being evil, probably some other shit too

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The atmosphere of the BAU bullpen was nothing shy of normal; papers were files, feet shuffled, phones rang, everything was as normal as it had ever been. But all Spencer Reid could focus on was her. The sharp-tongued, confident agent who seemed to make it her personal mission to make his life a living hell since she transferred into the BAU six months ago.

You arrived in Quantico like a tornado, as Penelope Garcia says. You were quick, confident, and cunning when the job asked. Fresh off a high profile unit, you fit into the BAU team effortlessly. From day one, you seemed to zero in on him. Maybe it was his rambling during briefings that set you off. Maybe it was the way he corrected minor details in everyone’s profiles. Whatever the reason, you hated him. Everyone knew it. 

The way you rolled your eyes dramatically when he launched into statistics or probability models. The cutting remarks about his “freakish brain” tossed casually in the break room loud enough for others to hear. The way you’d “accidentally” bump his shoulder just hard enough to spill his coffee down his shirt, followed by a mocking “Oops, sorry, genius.” It all told the story.

You were a bully. Plain and simple. Beautiful and brilliant. And most noticeably, brutal. And your one and only target, Spencer Reid, was hopelessly, pathetically, and desperately in love with you.

He knew the odds were abysmal. Negative probabilities. Statistically impossible. You were everything he wasn’t. Confident, bold, the kind of agent who walked into a room and commanded it without even trying. He was just Spencer. Awkward, rambling, the kid who got bullied at every school he’d ever attended, the one who still flinched at loud voices sometimes. Yet he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t stop staring at the way your hair fell across your shoulder when you leaned over case files. He couldn’t stop replaying the rare moments your fingers brushed his when passing reports. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the late night fantasies that consumed him.

Back in his apartment, Spencer would lie in bed, hand wrapped tight around his cock, eyes squeezed shut as he gave in completely. In his mind, he had you pinned against the wall of the filing room, the door locked, the risk of someone walking in only making it hotter. He imagined dropping to his knees, pushing your skirt up your thighs, burying his face between your legs while you tugged his hair and called him pathetic. He pictured the way your body would feel around him. Tight, hot, wet, clenching as he finally sank inside you. Hips snapping desperately while you mocked him for how badly he needed this. How badly he needed you. He’d stroke himself faster, thumb swiping over the leaking tip, imagining the sounds you’d make, the way your nails would dig into his shoulders, the way you’d laugh at how quickly he fell apart for you.

Every single time, without fail, he’d cum while moaning your name, broken and desperate, spilling over his fist in thick pulses. Then the guilt would crash in hard. He’d lie there sticky and ashamed, staring at the ceiling, hating how he had made himself addicted to you. Every time you sat near him in the round table room, crossing your legs in that particular way, or leaned over to point something out on a map, or even just laughed at one of Morgan’s jokes, a rush of blood would flood straight to his crotch. His brain would short-circuit and loop right back to you. Always you. 

The fantasy version of you riding him on his desk, the imagined taste of you on his tongue, the way he’d give anything for you to look at him with something other than contempt.

He tried to be normal. Or at the very least tolerable. He brought you coffee exactly how you liked it, stayed quiet during meetings unless directly spoken to, he even attempted to dress a little sharper some days, though the sweater vests always won out in the end. But none of it mattered. He was just Spencer. And you saw right through every awkward attempt.

On a particularly late night, one in which you thought you were the last one here, you return to the bullpen from cleaning up the board in the conference room. Much to your dismay, you found Spencer sitting at his desk.

“What the fuck are you still doing here, Reid?” you snapped, dropping your bag with a thud. “Don’t you have some little apartment to go back to?”

Spencer swallowed hard, cheeks already flushing under your gaze. “I was cross-referencing some geographical patterns from–”

“God, shut up,” you cut him off, walking closer until you were looming over his desk. You leaned down, palms flat on the wood, close enough that he could smell your perfume and feel the heat radiating off you. “Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”

Spencer’s breath hitched. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying, and failing, to hide the way his body was reacting to your proximity. You noticed. Your eyes flicked downward, catching the obvious bulge straining against his slacks.

“Oh,” you breathed, straightening up slowly. Your voice lost some of its bite, replaced by genuine surprise. “You’re… you’re actually getting hard right now? From me standing here yelling at you?”

Spencer’s face burned. He tried to cross his legs, mortified, hands fidgeting in his lap. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I know you hate me. I just… I can’t control it when you’re close like this. You’re… you’re incredible. Even when you’re mad at me. Especially when you’re mad at me. It’s pathetic, I know.”

You stared at him for a long moment, arms crossed, expression unreadable. 

“Jesus, Reid,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair. “All this time I thought you were just an annoying know-it-all. But you’ve been fantasizing about me bullying you?” You leaned closer again, voice quieter. “Why? Tell me why you let me treat you like this and still look at me like that.”

Spencer looked down, voice barely audible. “Because I like you. A lot. More than I should. I know the odds are terrible. I know you’re out of my league. But I can’t stop. Every time you walk by, every time you say my name, even when you’re insulting me, my brain just…goes to you.”

You stare at him. There is something absolutely pathetic about him. Part of you wants to just completely destroy his confidence and make fun of him. But another part of you, a part you don’t quite fully understand, wants him.

You grab his tie, yanking him forward from his chair onto his feet. You pull him into a deep, messy kiss. A kiss like you owned him, tongue immediately entering his mouth before you spin him around against his desk, manhandling him. Your hands roam possessively over him, letting your nails scrape softly down his chest through his shirt.

“You’re such a pathetic little genius,” you growl against his swollen lips, biting the bottom one just enough to make him whimper. “Getting so fucking hard just from me being mean to you?” 

He shakes at your words. You push your thigh mercilessly in between his legs, grinding it ever so softly against his throbbing bulge. He moves his hips to meet your subtle rocking, small moans leaving his mouth.

“Can’t believe this whole time, I thought you were just acting small around me ‘cause you were scared of me,” you say, bringing your knee up harder into him to give him more friction. “But it was actually because you were getting hard from every mean thing I said.” You pull him down to you by the back of his hair in order to put your lips right next to his ear. “You’re such a desperate little slut, Reid.”

Spencer moaned into your mouth, hips twitching helplessly. He suddenly pushes your body away from him by your shoulders, gasping and panting.

“What’s wrong?” you smirk, admiring his bright red face and dark, lustful eyes.

“...I-I’m about to cum,” he whispers, mortified.

You laugh, loud and mocking. “Oh my god! I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re about to blow your load just from kissing me? Who knew you were so fucking pathetic.”

“I’m sorry,” he babbles desperately. “I’m so sorry, I just– you feel so good and I’ve wanted this for so long–”

“Shut up,” you cut him off, still chuckling. “Take your pants off. Now. Let me see if you’re even worth it.”

He fumbled frantically with his belt, shoving his slacks and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, impressively long and thick for his skinny frame, flushed a deep, angry red, rock-hard and leaking steadily from the slit, the head glistening and shiny. It twitched visibly under your gaze, another bead of pre-cum dares to drip out.

You laughed again, delighted and cruel. “Fuck, look at that. Such a big, pretty cock on such a desperate, skinny loser. Maybe if I would’ve known you had all this I would’ve done this sooner” 

As if on cue, it twitched again hard, more pre-cum leaking out. Spencer groaned in humiliation and covered his face with both hands.

“Stop hiding, baby,” you soothe, pulling his hands away. “Let me see how much of a perverted, leaky mess you are for me.”

You finally wrapped your fingers around his throbbing length. He felt heavy in your hand and so so warm.  He gasped loudly, hips bucking up involuntarily. You started stroking him torturously slow, twisting your wrist over the sensitive head and spreading his pre-cum down the shaft, making every glide slick and audible.

“Listen to you,” you mocked as you continued stroking him. “You’ve been touching this pretty cock every night thinking about me, haven’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, every night,” he gasps, his head falling back and hips stuttering desperately into your fist. “Please–please I’m s-so close!”

You keep jerking him until you feel his cock swelling impossibly harder in your hand and can feel the veins pulsing through your hand. When he looks like he’s about to cum, you halt your movements completely, squeezing the base firmly.

“No, please,” he pleads, looking at you with betrayal in his eyes. “I need–”

“I thought this was what you wanted, baby?” you mock. “You wouldn’t want it to end so soon, would you?”

He shook his head frantically. “I’ll be good, I swear.”

You gave him a brief moment to regroup, stroking his trembling thighs gently while his cock throbbed angrily in the cool air, dripping steadily onto his stomach. Then you acted like you were going to stroke him again, only to drop to your knees at the last second and swallow him down in one smooth, wet motion.

Spencer lost it almost instantly. A loud, broken moan tore from his throat as your mouth took him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, sucking hard. The wet heat and suction were overwhelming. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing deeper into your throat. You bobbed your head faster, taking him as deep as you could, gagging slightly around his impressive girth, saliva dripping down his shaft. 

You’re not there for long before he has to physically pull your head off him with shaking hands.

“S-stop. God I’m gonna– I can’t–” he pants, not able to form a full sentence.

You smiled up at him, lips shiny with spit and his pre-cum. “Such a good boy for not cumming without permission. You’re learning so fast for me,”  you praised, voice husky. 

He moaned loudly at the praise alone, his cock twitching hard in the air, another thick bead of pre-cum dripping down.

You stood up, pushed his chair back, and hopped onto his desk. You pulled him forward by his tie until he was right between your spread legs. Cupping his face gently, you rubbed your thumb along his flushed cheek. He looked up at you with wide, adoring puppy eyes, completely ruined and willing to do whatever you could possibly ask for.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered reverently, voice hoarse. “T-thank you.”

You smiled down at him. “Do you want to thank me properly?”

“Yes. Anything. Please.”

You opened your legs wider and pulled him closer by the hair. “Make me cum with that mouth of yours, and then I’ll let you cum.”

Spencer gulped visibly. “O-okay… anything for you. I’ve…I’ve never done this before.”

“Well, you’d better figure it out if you want to cum, genius,” you said, hiking your skirt up and pulling your soaked panties aside, exposing yourself to him.

He grabbed the backs of your thighs with shaking hands, hoisting your hips slightly. Once your legs were draped over his shoulders and he was seated comfortably in the chair at perfect level, you looked down at him expectantly.

He started eagerly but clumsily, tongue licking broad, wet stripes through you. The first touch of his warm tongue made you sigh. It took him a moment of tentative exploration, but the genius quickly adapted,learning exactly how your hips jerked and your breath hitched when he circled your swollen clit with firm strokes, what made you moan loudly when he sucked, how you clenched around nothing when he dipped his tongue inside your tight heat. Soon he was devouring you with wet, obscene, hungry sounds, moaning loudly against your pussy the entire time, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

You glanced down and saw his free hand desperately wrapped around his own throbbing cock, stroking fast and sloppy while he lapped at you.

You pushed his head back firmly, breaking the seal of his mouth on your clit. “Selfish little boy,” you laughed breathlessly. “Can’t even focus on making me cum because you’re so fucking desperate to touch your pathetic, leaking cock. How greedy can you be?”

“I’m sorry,” he gasped immediately, eyes wide with panic, lips shiny with your arousal. “I’m so sorry, I just needed–”

“Shut up.” You slid off the desk and straddled him in the chair, lining his painfully hard cock up with your soaked entrance. You grab his face with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. “I’m going to fuck you until I cum. You better not even think about cumming until I say so. Understand?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes, anything for you. Please.”

You sank down onto him in one smooth, deep motion, taking every thick, veiny inch until he was buried inside you. You felt full, the head pressed perfectly against the sensitive spot inside you. Both of you moaned loudly at the sensation. 

You don’t start slow, instead, you’re relentless. The chair rolls slightly beneath the two of you as you rise up and down on him. 

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you groaned, boucning on his cock faster. He can feel your wetness drip down his shaft as you rise on him.

You notice a tear slipping down his cheek, immediately making you slow your movements. 

“Are you okay, Spencer?” you ask sincerely, true concern in your voice.

“Yes. Yes, please keep going,” he begged, voice completely wrecked with overwhelming pleasure. “You feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

Realizing he was crying from pure, overwhelming pleasure made you even wetter. You praised him breathlessly, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to your swollen clit. “Use your fingers, baby. You’re doing such a good job right now. Being such a good boy.”

You rode him harder, as you chased your orgasm. You can feel the pressure build inside you. You lean down to his ear and whisper to him, “I’m about to cum. You can either cum with me or not at all.”

“Inside?” he gasped, eyes wide and desperate, more tears falling. “Please let me cum inside you.”

“Yes. Fill me up, Spencer,” you moan as you cum hard, clenching rhythmically around his thick cock, milking him as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. Spencer followed immediately with a loud, broken sob of your name, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled everything he had.

His orgasm outlasts yours, the countless edging having built up an intense load for him. Seemingly endless ropes of cum flood you in powerful spurts, filling you until it started leaking out around his shaft with every twitch. He held onto you like you were the only thing anchoring him to reality, whispering broken thank yous and your name over and over between shaky, overwhelmed breaths as the last pulses of his orgasm drained him completely.

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[thefirstwhisperingmuses]

MDNI!!!

Warnings: mentions of Spencer's inexperience, Spence is kinda a horny little shit, pegging (ofc), handjob, edging, Pervy Spence my beloved, panty sniffing, masterbation (m). I can't think of anything else lol (this was supposed to be posted on Halloween, holy shit this took so long)

Spencer had never been the type of man to well, give in to any desires. Strictly doing what he needs to do to survive and maybe that means that he was a virgin until 24 in every way possible. Until you came around and then he all the sudden understood why people like sex. Ever since the first time he can't help but think about it. He doesn't think he's ever masturbated this much... Ever and it's really not that often. Mostly because it doesn't feel as good.

So needless to say, when you were gone on a week long girls trip to the Bahamas and kept sending bikini pictures.... He started to feel a little needy. He honestly thinks that you're doing it on purpose, which feels like cruel punishment. When you finally came back to find Spencer in the bedroom that the two of you share sniffing your panties and jacking himself off... You were a little surprised.

"Spencer... What are you doing?" You asked, more to make him a little bit flustered.

"I- I'm sorry... I just miss you so much- and I kept thinking about all the pictures you sent and-" before he could finish rambling you pushed him back onto the bed to where he was laying on his back.

"You're such a pervert Spencer, you really couldn't wait huh?" You then took off your shirt and watched as the sight made Spencer dick twitch uselessly against his stomach. The tip a bright red and leaking pre cum all over the soft skin of his lower stomach.

Spencer actually whined at those words, desperately wanting her to touch him. Just wanting some release, any type of release.

"Please- I need it. Please?" Spencer wasn't above begging, hell it usually gets him what he wants. But he looked a little confused when you dug under the bed and then pulled out the black box where the strap you occasionally use on him is. He actually felt his breath hitch in his throat as you took it out.

"This ok baby? Because I think you need a punishment. You know that pervs need to be punished" you gently said tracing a finger along his hip bone.

"Yes- please please. I need it, I need it so bad!" Spencer whined out while spreading his legs while he watched you fasten the fake cock to your hips. He felt like an absolute whore right now but he was way too horny to care.

You gently started to stretch him out, one finger and then two, and once he gave you a nod you placed the strap at his entrance and started to push in which made him let out the prettiest whine. Spencer honestly felt like he was on cloud 9, he's never experienced so much pleasure and pain all at once.

"Ngh- hmm... Please? Faster?" Spencer spoke in a quiet almost timid voice. When you thrusted up hitting his prostate he yelped and let out a sob.

"Are you enjoying yourself baby? Huh?" You cooed as you started to ram into his prostate over and over again making him whine and moan.

"Yes! Please! Please! I wanna cum- please!" Spencer cried out, feeling hot tears run down his face.

"I don't know if you deserve to" You said rubbing a hand down his inner thigh as you continued to thrust, the rubber tip of the strap slamming into his prostate making him whine.

"I- I do! Please- please I'm sorry! Please I need it!" Spencer kept crying while occasionally moaning loudly, his dick almost purple from being neglected for so long.

"You wanna cum? Then cum" you said before grabbing his neglected cock and jacking him while still thrusting. It didn't take long for Spencer cum all over your hand and his chest.

"Thank you! Feels so good-" Spencer whined, he let out a shaky sigh as he started to come down from his high. You gently took the strap out of him and kissed his cheek before going to clean your hand and get a warm wet cloth. When you came back Spencer was already half asleep.

"I gotta clean you baby." You said before gently cleaning him off which was only awarded with a nod. When you were done you laid down beside him and pulled him close letting him snuggle into your chest.

"Love you"

"I love you too Spence"

[dicephalicdoll]

Dead of Night - Spencer Reid

Likes are always appreciated but reblogs and feedback keep artists going!

Summary: Spencer stumbles upon a secret dark fantasy of reader’s and does everything he can to be the one to fulfill it.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written anything with themes like this so feedback is definitely appreciated. Not proofread cuz this is long and I’m tired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I fully understand if the themes included in this are not for some of my regular readers and I encourage you to scroll if you’re not comfortable with any of the following warnings.

TW: perv!spencer, dom!spencer, mask kink, knife play, blood, dubcon, kind of cnc but it’s emphasized repeatedly that reader initiates and is in control of what is taking place, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie, degradation (slut), pet names (doll, angel) religious imagery, gun mention, std testing mention, fem + afab reader, soulmate talk

Rating: R, 18+

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You knew it was wrong, you’d seen just how easily Penelope was able to track someone down through their “anonymous” profile on websites just like this one, but your desires got the better of you, and you just had to try.

Your profile was nondescript, your age, a vague physical description of yourself, and a link to a meticulously detailed account of your wildest fantasies. After weeks of back and forth, chatting with a few equally nondescript profiles, you found the one that you really clicked with, the stranger you decided you’d let sneak into your window and do whatever he wanted with you. After an std panel and the agreement of your safe word, you decided to fully commit, sending this complete stranger your address and logging off for the night.

Even though you knew this was a stupid idea, you weren’t a complete idiot, you had plans in case anything went south, including placing your handgun in your bedside table for easy access if you, god-forbid, had to use it. Placing yourself in a high-risk situation was the whole point, and you couldn’t wait to see how it turned out.

You spent the remainder of your afternoon preparing, doing every grooming ritual you’d usually do before a date, but this time felt somehow more important. You didn’t even know what this guy looked like, and yet, you wanted to be the picture of beauty for him. It was silly, but you always pictured yourself the prettiest you’d ever been when you daydreamed about being ravaged by a stranger. You wanted to be completely irresistible in every way, and you were doing everything in your power to accomplish that.

As the sun finally set, your excitement levels began to rise, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your masked suitor. You opened the bedroom window just above your fire escape, the cool night air drawing goosebumps over your exposed skin, only a thin lace slip and matching panties adorning your frame. You crawled into bed, double checking your bedside drawer before pulling your comforter over your body, eagerly drifting off to sleep.

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Spencer had been keeping a secret, one that he did not want you to know about, until today. A few weeks ago he’d stayed late to finish up some paperwork for the last case you’d been on, when his pen ran out of ink just as he was about to sign off the last document. He walked to your empty desk, reaching across it to grab a pen from the cup next to your monitor, when his arm brushed against your mouse, causing your display to light up.

He knew he shouldn’t snoop, but curiosity got the best of him, scanning through the title of each tab open on your browser until a certain website caught his eye. He went against his better judgment and clicked the tab, his jaw dropping upon viewing your profile, and with it, the graphic description of your sexual proclivities. His brain immediately cemented that information in his mind’s eye, fit to torture him for days after the encounter.

He couldn’t stop picturing himself fulfilling all of those desires for you, having to excuse himself to the bathroom several times a day to take care of the bulge in his pants just from being around you. He eventually bit the bullet, creating his own profile on the website and messaging you as an “anonymous” suitor, beyond pleased when the two of you hit it off. He felt bad not telling you, but this was a means to an end that would surely leave you both satisfied, and the devious part of him won out this time.

He did everything you asked, getting tested so he could fuck you raw, he was apprehensive about the risks of a potential pregnancy even without the fear of std transmission, but the way you begged so beautifully in your messages for him to creampie you was more than enough to convince him. The moment he got your message with your address, he went out and purchased a mask to conceal his identity just like you asked, and anxiously waited for nightfall.

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The graze of fabric against your skin gently woke you as your bedding was pulled down off of your body, your mind clouded from the deep sleep you’d been sunk in seconds before. You rolled onto your back, starting to lift your head until a large hand clamped over your mouth, forcing your head back down onto your pillow. Your eyes widened, darting around the room before settling on the masked figure on top of you. You tried to scream against his palm, but the sound simply reverberated back against you, muffled by his strong grip.

His free hand made quick work of cutting off your slip, the thin fabric splitting easily against the blade of the knife in his grasp. You struggled underneath him, weakly pushing at his strong shoulders, feigning defense as the heartbeat in your cunt grew stronger by the second. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, the adrenaline coursing through your veins making you feel almost high.

“Don’t fight it.” He hushed, holding the knife flush against your neck. You slowed your movements, settling for shifting your legs against his. He removed his hand from your mouth, freeing it up to gather your hands to pin them above your head as well as give you an opportunity to use your safe-word if need be.

He trailed the knife down your body, your chest heaving with shaky breaths as the blade scratched a small cut between your breasts, warm droplets of blood forming in it’s wake. He followed the curve of your body, leaving shallow kitten scratches until he reached your hip, using the tip of the knife to carve a heart into your skin. The sting of each movement set every nerve ending in your body on fire, the wetness pooling between your thighs increasing by the second.

He pressed his thumb to the wound, smearing the blood down to the waistband of your panties, using the digit to pull the fabric before letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped, your labored breaths growing more desperate as he brought the blade to slice the fabric, exposing your embarrassingly wet cunt.

“Look at how wet you are, you love this, don’t you?” The condescension in his tone felt almost half-hearted, and the more of his voice you heard, the more familiar he started to sound, but you couldn’t quite place why. You looked down at him, watching his every move as you tried to place him.

He set the knife on the bed, using his now free hand to yank his pants down, his hard cock slapping against his thigh. Your eyes went wide at his size, looking just long and thick enough to have you a little worried about being able to take him raw, but the thought of being stretched to your limits sent another wave of arousal straight to your core and helped quell that fear ever so slightly.

“If you don’t want this, just say the word.” His words dripped from his lips like honey, sickly sweet, and in that moment you had never felt more sure of your desire for anything in your life.

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Spencer wondered if the way he was feeling was akin to that of religious psychosis, so engulfed in your very being that he ought to worship at your altar for the rest of his life, fit to carry out any act you requested of him.

His brain kept your description of your fantasy scrolling in the back of his mind, catering to everything you had written to a T in hopes of making this a night you’d never forget. The only thing at the forefront of his thoughts, however, was the intoxicating sounds you made every time he gripped or marked your skin. Each note sought to pull his focus, threatening his plan as it tempted him to lose control all together. He couldn’t do that, his conscience too righteous in its goal to keep you as pleased as possible.

He took his time, marking you just the way you’d requested, his cock twitching with every whimper that flowed out of you until he finally reached your core, the lace of your underwear glistening under the moonlight cast through your open window from how wet you were. He wanted to sink fully into you without a care in the world, but he had to make sure this was absolutely what you wanted. He was, to your knowledge, a stranger after all, and the last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable in any way.

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You frantically shook your head in acknowledgment, spreading your legs wider for him, ready for this tall stranger to finally be inside of you. Your eagerness spurred him on, a surge of confidence washing over him as he let go of your wrists, his large hands gripping your hips and pulling you further down the bed. He lifted your legs so your knees rested atop his shoulders, his rough movements making you gasp.

He brought his cock to your core, running the shaft through your slick folds before slapping the head against your clit a few times, the repeated hits making your hips jolt ever so slightly. He hummed low in the back of his throat, lining up his tip with your entrance before thrusting forward, bottoming out inside of you in one fell swoop.

“You’re so tight.” He grunted, one hand holding an iron grip on your thigh to hold your leg up, the other digging fingerprints into your hip. You gasped once more at the intrusion, feeling more full than ever before as he set a steady but unrelenting pace. Your gasp turned to crying moans, brows furrowed in awe at the way his cock stretched you so deliciously, prominent veins rubbing against the contours of your sensitive walls.

Each snap of his hips had his balls slapping against your ass, the lude sound mixing with his grunts and the wet squelching where your bodies met in the most intimate way, the decibel level in the room reaching an all-time high.

You bit your lip, trying to quiet yourself to at least somewhat lower the noise and not disturb your sleeping neighbors, but the absence of your desperate moans was not lost on him. His pace slowed, his left hand firmly gripping your chin to force you to look at his masked face. His eyes met yours through the thin slit in the dark fabric.

You knew those eyes, those big, soft brown irises, so comforting, yet darker than you recognized, pupils far more blown than you’d ever seen before. You knew him, but there was no way. Your mind must have been playing tricks on you, because there was no way that Spencer Reid would do anything this perverse, let alone with you.

“Louder, slut.” He squeezed your cheeks, forcing your lower lip out from under your bite.

“I-I’m not a slut.” You mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“Only a slut would leave her bedroom window open, practically begging a stranger to come in and fuck her.” This was far too brazen to be Spencer, you thought, a level of blunt confidence you’d never in a million years expect from him.

“I-I didn’t mean to.” You stuttered over your words, raising your voice in an attempt to half heartedly defend your actions.

“Well then, you should really be more careful next time.” He laughed, releasing his grip on your face before playfully slapping your cheek and increasing the pace of his thrusts, his now free hand finding your clit. His calloused thumb drew broad strokes over and over and over against your sensitive bundle of nerves, a knot tightening in your stomach as you drew closer and closer to your release. You turned your head, trying to bury your face in the pillow as you writhed underneath him, your body frantically looking for relief.

“Oh don’t be shy doll, let me see how much you’re enjoying this.” His tone was almost sing-song, clearly enjoying this just as much as you were. He pressed his body down closer to yours, almost pinning your thighs against your stomach, the change in angle forcing a borderline scream from your lungs, crying out strangled ‘uh’s with every stroke. You looked him in the eye, desperate to know if this deity above you could possibly be your nerdy coworker, and every interaction you’d had with him flashed before your eyes.

Every fleeting glance he took at your chest or your ass, the way he lingered behind you in the field, feeling his presence even when you couldn’t see him. You couldn’t think of a time he wasn’t around a corner when you turned it, always near whenever you needed his help on a case. You always secretly hoped he'd make a move sooner or later, but you never thought it would be anything like this.

He was omnipotent, knowing exactly how to make you feel things you’d never felt before, pushing your body to levels of pleasure you never thought possible. You thought you might disappear, your brain short-circuiting as you tried to make sense of everything, finally understanding why the French refer to orgasms as the little death.

Your walls fluttered around him, the sounds leaving you reduced to pathetic whimpers as your vocal chords grew strained.

“That’s it, cum on my cock, angel.” He groaned, his thrusts growing increasingly desperate. The pet name surprised you, but if he saw you as an angel, how fitting considering how godlike he felt to you in that moment. You could tell he was close, and if your orgasm was what would get him to cum inside you, then so be it. Your eyes glazed over, your hands clawing at his back as you chanted ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ like a mantra, wave after wave of euphoria washing over every nerve in your body.

—

Spencer was a man possessed, his primal urges leaving his mind completely uninhibited, so lost in your body that he thought he might need divine intervention to ever leave you.

He didn’t quite understand where the sudden dominant urge coursing through his veins had come from, but he didn’t care to dwell too much on the thought, content to fuck you into the mattress until you screamed his name.

He knew that wouldn’t happen, but he secretly hoped you’d realize who he was, wishing for nothing more than for you to want him for him. His heart felt like it may burst at the thought, the desire to be wanted as he was ever-lingering inside of it, that being the very motivation behind his lingering tendencies from the start.

As your heat contracted around him, he felt an embrace like no other, hoping the myth of twin flames to be true. If this connection wasn’t proof of it, how could he rationally explain anything? He knew the scientific reasoning behind it, but it didn’t feel like enough, such a finite explanation for a feeling so sempiternal.

He wondered if you felt the same way too, so lost in his every desire that he let himself dive into the delusion, using the pet name he wished he could call you every day for eternity.

Your chants and cries as you came set him free, his hips stuttering as he finally filled your aching cunt to the brim with his seed. He hovered above you, catching his breath, watching your expression soften as you rode out your orgasm, practically glowing.

When he finally snapped out of his lust-fueled haze, he fully remembered his role, pulling out of you and quickly scrambling to stand, fixing his pants and underwear. You had agreed to his departure after, and as badly as he wanted to hold you until you drifted off to sleep, he respected your wishes more than his wants. He walked to the window, lifting his leg to climb out of it when you cleared your throat, drawing his attention. He turned, seeing you sit up, hazy smile on your face.

“Thank you.” You sighed, and he gave a nod of acknowledgement before slipping out of the window and into the night.

—

When you awoke, you had a couple minutes of doubt in which you thought the events of the night before had all been a dream, until you moved to get out of bed and winced at sting from the shallow marks adorning your body and the dull ache between your legs. You smiled to yourself, before looking at your phone and realizing what time it was. You were going to be late, and panic set in when you realized you’d have to go to work in the makeup you’d fallen asleep in last night.

You rushed out the door, checking your makeup in a compact mirror in your car, wiping a small bit of smudged mascara off of your brow bone before walking into work.

“Fun night?” Derek quipped as you walked through the doors, always the first to poke fun at your perceived escapades.

“You could say that.” You laughed, setting your handbag on your desk before joining the team to walk to the conference room.

“What happened?” Penelope asked, almost panicked, taking your arm in her hand and pointing to the only visible cut on your body.

“Oh that’s nothing, I just scraped my arm on my car door.” You reassured, smiling at her. As much as you loved your best friend, she didn’t need to know the truth of your little white lie.

“You should really be more careful next time.” Spencer’s voice came from behind you, his hand gently resting on your hip before squeezing right where the heart shaped cut from the night before was inlaid in your skin. His words reverberated in the space between your ears as your brain processed what he’d just said.

Realization hit you like a semi truck, your lips parting in shock. Your suspicions had been correct, and you almost wanted to turn around and kiss then interrogate him right there. You couldn’t do that though, having a full work day in front of both of you.

Now you just had to figure out a time and place to broach the subject with him without completely humiliating yourself.

——

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Beyond the Window

Summary: With her package plan a success, the only thing standing between Y/N and Spencer now was his job. But as soon as he returned home, nothing would hold them back from finally acting on their feelings—this time, with no windows in the way. (Part One)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Some might consider this dubcon (talk of Spencer watching reader through her window but reader had wanted him to) so please be aware of that! Fingering (f!receiving), oral (both m and f receiving), unprotected P in V sex (birth control mentioned), overstimulation/multiple orgasms (both m and f receiving), dry humping (if you squint), creampie (fuck I hate typing that), minor corruption kink, heavy praise, Virgin!Spencer, Sub!Spencer (he is pathetic and LOUD in this FYI), Soft Dom!reader, Perv!Spencer and Perv!Reader (they're back at it again LMFAO). Both fluffy and smutty. They match each other’s freak your honor!!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader

A/N: Anddd done! This was, to date, the filthiest thing I've written so I'm nervous but I also loved writing it LMAO. I hope you guys enjoy part two as much as I enjoyed writing it :') I'll be putting out more sub!Spence in the future, but for now I hope you guys like this!! As always, please let me know what you guys think and if you do enjoy it then please like, reblog, and share it with your friends. <3 Thank you and I love you all!! :)

Spencer was certain the universe was playing a cruel, twisted prank on him.

It was the only explanation for being called into work early on a Sunday morning when he was supposed to be off. The night before, he’d gone to bed without replying to Y/N, hoping to come up with the perfect witty, flirty response the next day—when his brain wasn't a pile of mush. As he hurried to pack a go-bag and get dressed, Spencer cursed under his breath for waiting. Now, he’d have to send a hasty, jumbled apology and hope that Y/N would still want him to come over when he got back.

While Spencer drove—a task he loathed but had no choice in, given the lack of time for the metro—Penelope briefed him on the case details. The team was being sent to Wyoming to assist with a rapidly escalating unsub, which explained the need to get there quickly. Spencer couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as Penelope spoke. Even with the case's urgency, his mind kept returning to Y/N.

“Reid?” Penelope sighed, then tried again. “Hello? Earth to Reid?!”

Spencer snapped back to reality, his face flushing as he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I got distracted. What was the last part again?”

Penelope's laughter echoed through the phone. “What’s keeping your mind so busy? Besides all your usual genius stuff, that is."

Spencer groaned, knowing that the blonde wouldn’t stop pressing until she got an answer. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly began to explain.

"There’s this girl who lives across from me, and I’ve had a crush on her for a while… We’d run into each other a few times at the library and the coffee shop near my place, but recently, a package of hers ended up at my door. I took it to her yesterday morning, and we ended up hanging out—" He paused, swallowing hard as his mind drifted to what had happened that night, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. "Anyway, she texted me to come over again, but then I got called in for the case. So, yeah, she’s just been on my mind."

Spencer winced as a loud squeal erupted from the phone, quickly followed by the sound of enthusiastic clapping.

“Spencer! That’s adorable! What’s her name?”

“Nope. Not a chance. I know you’ll look her up and start stalking her!” Spencer protested as he pulled into the parking garage. “Look, I just got here, so I’ll see you when we get back. Please keep this between us for now, alright? I don’t need everyone hounding me about it while we have a case to focus on.”

Penelope groaned dramatically but gave in, sighing in playful annoyance. “Ugh, fine, lover boy. You just ruined all my fun,” she grumbled. “Be safe, my sweet angel, and tell Derek to call me when you guys land!”

Spencer finished the call and hung up, swiftly typing out a message to send to Y/N before he had to go in. His thumbs clumsily pressed the buttons as he hurried, letting out an annoyed sigh as he fumbled with his flip-phone. He’d never been a fan of modern technology, but if getting a new phone meant it would be easier to talk to her, he’d consider it.

Good morning! I hope you slept well. Apologies for the late response. I’d love to come over, but unfortunately, I’ve been called in for a case. Would you still like me to come by once I get back?

Spencer gave a nod to himself, hit send, then gathered his things and stepped out of the car.

Y/N paused when she heard her phone ding, toothbrush still in her mouth. She quickly finished brushing, swishing mouthwash as she walked to her room to grab her phone. Returning to the bathroom, she spat out the mouthwash before finally glancing at the waiting text.

A small giggle fell from her lips as she read Spencer’s message, leaning back against the sink as she responded.

Of course, Spencer. Only if you want to :) xoxo

He texted like an old man (which wasn't surprising, considering his wardrobe). She thought it was charming. She placed her phone on the bathroom counter and stepped toward the shower to start the water, a smile still playing on her lips from his message.

A content sigh fell from her lips once she stepped into the hot stream of water, letting the water relax her tight muscles.

As her soapy hands began to wander her body, her mind wandered back to Spencer and just how deliciously pathetic he’d looked stroking himself to the sight of her. Honestly, Y/N had worried she’d scared the poor guy with her message after he’d watched her the night before, so seeing his text was a relief. Now, she just had to wait for him to return from his case—and then he’d finally be all hers.

The week crawled by, each day stretching on painfully, leaving both of them restless and longing for each other's company.

Each night when Y/N came home, she’d glance out of her curtains, hoping to see that Spencer had returned, only to let out a quiet sigh when she found he hadn’t. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited to see someone before. Something about Spencer had her completely hooked—not just his looks, but the man behind them. After spending time with him, she was eager to uncover more about the sweet, brilliant person who lived across from her.

Another four days went by before the text she’d been waiting for finally came through.

Hey pretty girl, we just landed so I’ll be home in about an hour. Are you up for some company?

Y/N arched a brow as she read the message, re-reading it a few times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. That didn’t sound like Spencer at all… but she was too eager for him to come over to worry about it now. She’d figure out who actually sent it when he arrived.

With a small grin, Y/N typed her reply, then set her phone down to get ready and tidy up her apartment.

“Morgan! Come on! Are you serious?” Spencer griped, swatting at the man in an attempt to grab his phone back. “What did you say to her?”

Penelope had (accidentally) let it slip to Morgan that Spencer was, in her words, "dating but not dating this super cute girl who lives across from him." Naturally, she’d ignored his requests for privacy, tracked down the tenant list for Y/N’s building, and found her online after figuring out she was the one. So, when Morgan glanced over Spencer's shoulder and saw the carefully composed message he’d written, he snatched the phone and sent something entirely different.

“Relax, kid! I’m just helping you out. You’re going to scare her off if you keep talking to her like a geezer,” Morgan chuckled, tossing him back his phone before standing from his seat and stretching. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Spencer sighed, shaking his head in frustration before unlocking his phone to check the message. He cringed at what Morgan had sent, but then his heart skipped a beat as he read Y/N’s reply.

Come over whenever you’re ready, pretty boy. I can’t wait to see you. :)

Spencer’s face flushed as he brushed off the curious looks from the team, eager to get off the jet and head home to drop his stuff off—then straight to Y/N’s. A mix of nervousness and excitement churned inside him, his hands trembling as he started the drive home. It felt surreal to him, knowing not only that she was excited to see him, but that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

A firm knock at the door pulled Y/N’s attention from the couch, a bright smile spreading across her face as she jumped up to answer it. "Coming!" she called, quickly unlocking the door. When she opened it, Spencer stood there, looking a bit nervous and holding a bag of takeout from her favorite diner.

"Oh, Spencer," she murmured, her gaze softening as she noticed the bag. "You’re so sweet! You didn’t have to get dinner—I was planning to order something when you got here." She stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him and taking the bag from his hand so he could slip off his coat.

Spencer waved it off with a sheepish grin as he followed her into the kitchen. "I wanted to," he said. "I noticed you ordered from them a lot and thought it would be a nice surprise." His eyes widened in panic. "Not that I’ve been, like, stalking you or anything! And, um, I'm sorry if I didn’t pick the right thing. I can run back and grab something else—"

“Spencer.”

Y/N sat down the plates she'd gotten out for them and silenced his nervous rambling by gently cupping his cheeks. Spencer froze mid-sentence, his mouth slightly open as he looked down at her. She smiled up at him, softly stroking her thumb along his cheekbone.

“You did perfect, sweetheart,” she reassured him, her gaze flicking to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “It was so thoughtful of you to pick up dinner. I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you ordered. Thank you.”

Spencer swallowed, his heart pounding at the feel of her hands on his face. He drew in a deep breath, steadying himself before he whispered, “Of course.”

Y/N smiled, brushing her hand over his cheek one last time before turning back to plate the food, which looked and smelled delicious. Once she finished, she headed to the fridge, glancing back at Spencer. "Wine, water, or soda?"

"Water, please. Thank you."

Nodding, Y/N poured herself a glass of wine and then filled one with water for him. They walked into the living room, both of them buzzing with anticipation for what was to come later. They sat side by side, enjoying the warmth that came from being pressed together as they began to eat.

"So," Y/N started, laughing softly before continuing. "Who texted me from your phone earlier today? Unless the grandfather ghost inhabiting your body decided to take a rain check."

Spencer groaned in embarrassment, chuckling awkwardly as he glanced at her. "Sorry about that… that was my co-worker, Derek. And best friend too. He accused me of 'talking to you like a geezer' and decided to try and do better himself."

Y/N laughed even harder, putting her fork down to take a sip of her wine before replying. "I knew it wasn’t you!" she said with a triumphant grin, then paused, a new realization dawning on her. "You talk about me to your team?"

Spencer hesitated, finishing his bite slowly before taking a drink and nodding. "Sort of… I told Penelope about you, and then she mentioned it to Derek. I’m sorry—i-is that okay?" His fingers pushed his glasses up, a nervous habit of his.

It was more than okay. A giddy feeling rushed through her at the idea of him talking about her to his co-workers, recalling how he'd mentioned during their first hangout how much he valued them. She nodded, nudging him with her shoulder gently.

“You apologize too much, Spence. It’s totally fine. If anything, I’m flattered,” she admitted with a grin.

It didn’t take long for them to finish eating. Once the plates were cleared and placed in the sink, Y/N turned to Spencer, a small smirk playing on her lips. Spencer swallowed, leaning back against the counter, his eyes locked on her with a mix of curiosity as she began to speak.

"Do you watch every girl you're interested in through their window? Or am I just special?"

Her tone was playful, not angry or accusatory, but Spencer still tensed, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain himself.

"I swear I didn’t mean to come off as creepy or anything," Spencer stammered. "It’s just… from the moment I met you in the library, you were so captivating. And when I found out you lived across from me, I couldn’t help myself—"

Y/N's gaze softened as she realized just how nervous he actually was, and she took a step forward, shushing him with a finger to his lips.

"Spence, hey. Look at me, sweetheart,” she murmured, her arms loosely wrapping around his neck. She waited until their eyes met, then continued, her fingers gently twisting the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was just teasing. I wanted you to watch. That’s why I left my curtains open.”

Spencer’s eyes widened at her admission, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he recalled every time she’d left her curtains open. All this time, she had wanted him to watch. The realization sent a strange warmth through him, and he carefully placed his hands on her waist.

“So, was the package at my door part of your plan too?” he breathed, his expression a blend of lust and adoration as he looked down at her.

Y/N's answer came in the form of a nod and a smug grin. Spencer chuckled, his nerves easing the longer he held her in his arms.

"I didn’t think you’d ever make a move, so I decided to take matters into my own hands," she said softly, still grinning as she met his gaze, mirroring the admiration in his eyes.

Spencer wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. “Is it wrong to say I’m glad you did?” he murmured, his hands gently caressing her lower back through her shirt. “You’re just… perfect. I was afraid you wouldn’t even give me the time of day if I’d tried to.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open in surprise, her brows furrowing as she tilted her head. “Are you serious?” she asked incredulously, letting her hands slide to rest on his shoulders as she leaned back in his embrace. “Spencer, I adore you. You could’ve asked me out in the library, right then, after just thirty seconds of knowing each other, and I would’ve said yes without a second thought. You really don’t give yourself enough credit.”

She tilted her head up, brushing her nose against his, continuing before he could speak. "Let me show you just how incredible I think you are. Please?"

Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, his heart racing at her words. It was exactly what he wanted, more than anything. But he hesitated, his mouth working as he fought to find the right words.

"I'm a virgin!" he not-so-eloquently blurted out instead.

Y/N's head jerked back, blinking hard as she processed his words. Had she heard him right?

"Wait... what did you just say?"

Spencer blushed hard, averting his gaze to the ground as he repeated himself.

"I'm a virgin."

It was Y/N’s turn to suck in a sharp breath, the admission arousing her more than she’d care to admit. She rubbed his shoulders gently before using one of her hands to guide his face back to hers, her gaze earnest as she looked at him.

“Honey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything at all—“

Spencer shook his head vigorously at that, a low whine emitting from his throat as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I want to do everything with you. I want to more than anything, I swear! I-I just… I don’t want it to be bad for you,” he whispered, unnecessary shame lacing his words.

“Spencer… sweetheart, it would never be bad for me as long as I’m with you,” Y/N whispered, her voice warm and steady. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, babe. Honestly, we could just curl up on the couch, watch a movie, or talk. I love talking with you, about anything.”

Spencer’s heart swelled at her words. No one had ever told him they truly enjoyed his company before, nor had anyone ever shown such genuine affection or concern for his emotions. It was a feeling he hadn’t known he was missing.

“I’m more than sure, Y/N. Please?” he mumbled, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. “I-I want to make you feel good.”

She paused, her eyes closing as she carefully considered her next move. After a long breath, Y/N gave a small nod, then pulled away from him completely.

“Follow me, then.”

Spencer hurried after her, nearly stumbling over his own feet in his eagerness to keep up. Once they reached her bedroom, Y/N shut the door and turned to face him, leaving him standing in the middle of her dimly lit room. He glanced around, almost in disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was really here—standing in her room and not caught in some dream.

“Bet it feels different being in here rather than just looking in,” Y/N teased, stepping closer to him.

“Very. I’m still waiting for the cameraman to jump out and tell me it’s all a prank.”

A soft laugh escaped her, and she shook her head with a smirk. “Sorry to disappoint, but that’s not happening. No prank, sweetheart,” she hummed, her eyes catching the way his gaze swept over her, full of unspoken desire.

Y/N smirked as she took another step forward, urging Spencer backward until the backs of his knees hit her mattress. She reached up, pushing down gently on his shoulders until he gingerly sat on the bed, looking up at her with wide eyes as she moved to straddle his lap. Her fingers carded through his hair, tugging gently and eliciting a whimper from him as she cocked her head.

“Quit looking at me like that,” she murmured, scratching her nails gently against his scalp.

A shiver ran down Spencer’s spine, his brows furrowing at her words. He shifted underneath her, resting his shaking hands on her hips. His tongue poked out to wet his lips, and he didn’t miss the way her eyes darkened at the sight.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to ruin you.”

Y/N’s words lingered in the air, their breaths the only sound breaking the stillness. The tension between them was electric, each waiting for the other to break first. Finally, Spencer did, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

The slight tremble in his voice and the doe-eyed look he sported were all it took for Y/N’s resolve to crumble completely.

With a low groan, her lips crashed onto his. Their mouths melded together, the small whine bubbling in Spencer’s throat encouraging her to kiss him even harder. His hands reached up to cradle her face, matching her intensity as their lips moved together.

It wasn’t what she’d expected at all.

Spencer didn’t kiss her like the shy, hesitant man from earlier. Instead, his kiss was fiery, almost desperate, as though he wanted to drown in her and never resurface. And she found herself wanting exactly the same.

Y/N’s hands wandered from his hair down his chest, letting her fingertips dip beneath the hem of his shirt as their tongues brushed together. Her nails gently dragged along the soft skin there, and she felt his erection twitch from where it was firmly pressed to her core. Spencer whimpered, breaking their kiss with a soft gasp as he looked up at her pleadingly.

“Please,” he panted, his hands reaching for her hips to pull her down into him. Y/N rolled her hips against his, moaning lowly at the friction. She repeated the action once before stopping her movements, climbing off of him despite his protests with one simple command.

"Take off your clothes, Spence."

He complied immediately, scrambling to stand and strip out of his clothes. His fingers fumbled as he worked at his tie, his focus stuck on her as she undressed before him. A frustrated groan left his lips as he finally yanked the tie off, his hands moving too slowly for his own liking.

Y/N arched a brow, chuckling at his irritated noise as she stepped out of her pants. She reached up to stop his hands, beginning to unbutton his shirt herself. "What's got you so worked up, hm? It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before," she purred, sliding her hands under the fabric and slipping it off of him.

The shirt hit the ground with a muted thump, and her eyes roamed over his newly exposed skin hungrily. Spencer whined at her teasing, letting his hands roam up and down her sides as she worked on getting his pants off.

"I could see you like this an infinite amount of times, and it would still take my breath away every time," he murmured, his hands gently squeezing her hips.

A faint pink spread across her cheeks at his words, and she lifted her face to place a soft kiss on his lips, a silent thank you. No one had ever made her feel as treasured as Spencer did. He gazed at her with a devotion that felt almost reverent, as though she were someone to be worshipped—and he longed to be the one to worship her.

Which was highly ironic, considering she was the one sinking to her knees the second his pants pooled around his ankles.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Spencer's voice raised pitch as she steadied herself with her hands on his thighs, looking down at her with wide eyes, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they threatened to slip down from the angle.

"What does it look like I'm doing, sweetheart?" Y/N murmured, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to his hip. "I want your pretty cock down my throat. You okay with that?"

The sound Spencer made was almost pained, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to figure out what to do with his hands. His mouth parted, a stutter escaping him before he finally gave in, nodding instead. His cock twitched in his boxers, aching to feel her touch.

"Words, baby. Use your words."

Y/N's lips skimmed across his navel, peppering kisses along the smattering of hair there as she waited for his response.

"God—yes! I'm okay with that," Spencer whined, his hips bucking forward instinctively from her touch. "Please... please touch me—"

Y/N couldn't deny such sweet begging. It would be downright cruel if she did.

Her fingers found the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly. She kept her eyes locked on his, carefully assessing his every reaction to ensure there was no trace of doubt before proceeding. When she saw none, she swiftly yanked them down the rest of the way, letting them pool around his ankles with his pants.

Spencer gasped as the chill of her bedroom air met his warm skin, goosebumps spreading across his arms as he fought the urge to shy away from her gaze. He never thought that highly of himself in the physical aspect— all lean muscles, lanky limbs, and pale skin spattered with freckles and a few random scars. But his insecurities faded the moment he heard her breath catch, her eyes filled with admiration as they lingered on him.

"You're so beautiful, Spencer," Y/N breathed, bringing a hand up to grip him gently. "So, so beautiful."

Her mouth was on him before he could respond.

A keening sound filled the room as he watched in pure awe as she dragged her tongue up and down the length of him slowly before her lips wrapped around the flushed head of his cock, a spark of pleasure shooting up his spine as his hands flexed by his side. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the tip before pulling off of him to speak.

"Don't be afraid to hold onto me, sweetheart. Go ahead."

Spencer's hands immediately came up to cradle the back of her head, finding purchase as she returned to what she was doing. The sight of her on her knees and taking the length of him into her mouth had his knees almost buckling. It was something he'd dreamed about for nights on end, but now that it was actually happening, he didn't know what to do with himself.

"F-fuck—" He whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut to prevent himself from cumming right then and there.

All he'd ever experienced before was his own hand (and occasionally some desperate humping against his mattress), so the feeling of her mouth around him was otherworldly. Just when he thought it was safe to open his eyes again, Y/N smirked around her mouthful and pushed her head down to take him in completely.

"Oh—!" Spencer cried out as he hit the back of her throat, jolting and stumbling backward and falling out of her mouth with a slick 'pop'. His chest heaved as he reached down to grip himself tightly, staving off his orgasm. He didn't want to cum yet. Not this quickly.

"I-I'm sorry, it just felt too... too good—"

Y/N gently stroked his trembling thighs, pressing a kiss beneath his belly button before rising to her feet. She shushed his stammered apologies with a kiss on his forehead, caressing his face as he caught his breath. His face was flushed, both from embarrassment and arousal, and the sight was more endearing than it should have been.

"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. Absolutely nothing," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before turning to crawl onto her bed. “Get up here, baby,” she crooned as she laid back against her pillows, patting the spot beside her.

Spencer almost tripped over his pants in his haste to follow after her, kicking the fabric away before he kneeled onto the mattress, smiling meekly at Y/N as she watched in amusement. "I w-want—" Spencer paused as he watched her lean forward so she could unclasp her bra, completely enraptured. "I want to taste you. Please?"

Desire coursed through her at his words, searing through her veins as she met his gaze. She loved how pretty the word please sounded falling from his kiss-swollen lips. She slipped free from her bra, tossing it to the ground before answering his pleading.

"Go ahead, baby. Take whatever you want—I want you to have it all."

Spencer swallowed hard at that, a small grin playing on his lips as he moved forward to settle between her spread legs. He kneeled between them, taking off his glasses and setting them on her nightstand before lowering himself to hover over her. He bumped his nose against hers, his grin widening as he moved to tentatively kiss along the side of her neck.

Y/N moaned at the feeling, tangling her fingers into his tousled strands. He continued, trailing his kisses down the slope of her shoulder before pausing to suck a small mark into her skin, relishing in the soft noises falling from her lips. Once he was satisfied with his mark, he brought his lips down to mouth along her breast, laving his tongue over the taut bud of her nipple.

"Spence—" she whimpered as he closed his lips around the hardened peak, suckling with a low groan that rumbled against her skin. She tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. "Feels so good, sweetheart."

Spencer hummed, pulling off her breast after a moment and switching to the other to give it the same treatment. Y/N whined, arching into his touch as he began to move down her body. What he may have lacked in physical experience, he more than compensated for with knowledge.

Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a prude. He'd read plenty of erotic novels, as well as countless books all centered around the female anatomy and how to inflict the most pleasure so that he could at least pretend to feel prepared for his first time. It seemed to be paying off, though, if the noises she made were any indication of how he was doing.

Spencer's hands came up to rest on her hips as he settled on his stomach between her thighs, hissing softly when his erection pressed into the mattress. His eyes met hers, and the clouded look in her eyes was all the encouragement he needed.

"God, you're soaked," he whispered in astonishment as his finger traced the damp spot in the front of her panties, causing a breathy chuckle to slip from her lips.

"How could I not be?"

Spencer blushed, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh before pulling the fabric down her legs. His breath hitched at the sight of her glistening pussy, fully on display for him without the barrier of their windows in his way. Any coherent thought that was swirling around in his head vanished, replaced with an urgent need to taste her. He moved without thinking as he latched his mouth onto her eagerly, groaning against her slick skin as he began to lap at her hungrily.

"Fuck! Spencer—" Y/N cried out, her grip on his hair tightening at the unexpected pleasure. Her head tipped back against her pillows as her hips writhed under his ministrations, rolling against his mouth as he devoured her.

There was little to no technique— just pure, unbridled enthusiasm. But it felt so good that she didn't care. He alternated between sucking at her clit and thrusting his tongue into her, needy moans slipping from his lips the entire time he did.

"Fingers, baby—" she gasped, biting her lower lip harshly to stifle a loud moan. "Use your fingers, too."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He pulled away from her, licking the taste of her from his lips as he brought two fingers up to her entrance. He focused his gaze on her face as he pushed them inside of her, his mouth hanging open and soft breaths panting against her skin as he began to thrust them.

"Like this?"

His tone wasn't cocky or arrogant. It was curious, like he was genuinely invested in finding out what felt the best for her. She nodded, a choked moan slipping from her lips as he grazed against that rough patch of nerves inside of her that had her hips thrashing.

Spencer watched in fascination for a moment before bringing his head back down, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to trace her clit with his tongue. His hips rocked instinctively against the bed, grinding against it in a desperate attempt to find some relief for his aching cock as he brought her closer and closer to her climax.

"Spence—" Y/N whimpered, her hands falling from his hair to grip the sheets as she clenched around his fingers. "I-I'm cumming—"

Spencer groaned against her, doubling his efforts so he could watch her fall apart on his fingers. With a soft cry, Y/N came hard, her eyes squeezing shut as she trembled underneath him. He continued his movements, pumping his fingers into her gently until she was whining and wriggling away from his touch.

Spencer watched her in awe, kneading her thighs and hips to help her come down from her high.

"C'mere," she panted after a few minutes, finally opening her eyes to look up at him as he moved to hover above her.

A proud grin made its way to Spencer's face as he obeyed, resting on his forearms as he looked down at her. The hazy look in her eyes made his heart race, knowing that he was the cause of it doing more for his ego than he cared to admit. She returned his grin, leaning up to kiss him softly and tasting herself on his tongue.

"You did so good, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me," she mumbled against his lips.

She broke the kiss to press on his shoulders, rolling them over so she straddled him once more. A lazy smirk adorned her lips as he looked up at her, his pupils so dilated that the soft brown of his eyes was indiscernible. She began to rock her hips against his aching cock, a sigh slipping from her lips as her folds dragged over him.

Spencer moaned lowly at the friction, bringing his hands up to palm at her ass as she continued her movements. His fingers dug into her flesh as she spoke, but he didn't hear a single word she said as he kept his gaze locked on where her pussy was gliding along his length.

"Hey," Y/N cooed, patting his cheek gently to guide his eyes back to hers. "Eyes on me, sweetheart."

Spencer whined, his hips bucking underneath hers in an attempt to bring back the delicious friction that had been taken away when she lifted her hips. "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't listening," Spencer mumbled sheepishly, his face flushed as he held her gaze.

Y/N chuckled, tutting in mock disappointment as she gripped his chin. "I know you weren't," she muttered with an arched brow before continuing. "I was asking if you wanted to use a condom or not. I'm clean and—"

"No condom!"

Y/N jumped, startled. The urgency in his voice sent a wave of warmth through her as she eyed him in amusement, enjoying the bashful look that immediately appeared on his face after his exclamation. Spencer cleared his throat, attempting to regain some of his dignity.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to borderline shout that," Spencer said softly, his voice cracking slightly. "I just— I want to feel you, please. Without a condom in the way, preferably."

The grin that spread across her face could only be described as salacious as she nodded, cradling his face before leaning in for a tender kiss.

"No condom it is, then."

Y/N shifted up onto her knees, reaching between them to align him with her entrance before pausing when he spoke up.

"I— um... C-can I be on top of you instead?" he whispered, looking up at her with nervous eyes.

Her gaze softened at the sight, and she nodded immediately. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want, remember?" She murmured with a fond smile, rolling off of him to lay back against the pillows.

Spencer thanked her quietly, moving to hover above her once more. His body trembled as he propped up on one arm, reaching down to line himself up with her once more. She cradled his face, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone reassuringly. He took a deep breath to steady himself before pushing forward, sinking into her.

The feeling of her tight walls wrapping around him had him keening while she moaned just as loudly in return, dropping his head into the crook of her neck as he sucked in desperate, shaky breaths. He'd never experienced pleasure so overwhelming before. He was honestly convinced he'd died right there in her arms, pressing sloppy kisses to her skin just to prove to himself that he was, in fact, still alive.

"God— feels so good," he began to babble, moaning softly as he pulled his hips back slightly before thrusting forward again. "So tight... so wet— fuck!"

Y/N dug her nails into his shoulders, whimpering as he thrusted into her again, this time a little harder. "That's it, Spence," she panted, encouraging him to begin really moving. "You feel so good, baby. So fucking deep."

Spencer's hips jerked at that, his head dropping back into the crook of her neck as he began to drive into her in short, jagged thrusts. Moans slipped freely from his lips, mingling with hers as their bodies moved in tandem.

It didn't take long before the familiar tightening in his stomach came back, but he was too lost in the pleasure to stop. The feeling of Y/N around him was addictive. He seeked solace in her walls, rutting into her like a man possessed now as he sang her his praises against her skin. His hips stuttered as he lifted his head up, crashing his lips onto hers in a messy kiss as his hips pounded against hers even harder.

"Gonna— cum, fuck, I'm cumming—"

Spencer cried out against her lips, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could before filling her with rope after rope of his release. A pitiful noise fell from his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes wide as he gawked down at her. His hips stopped moving, but before he could speak, Y/N was looping her arms around his neck and pulling him down.

“Did I say you could stop fucking me, Spencer?” Y/N’s voice was taunting in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him in place.

Spencer’s brows pinched together as confusion washed over him, and his arms trembled as he struggled to remain hovering above her. His cock twitched inside of her as she canted her hips up, causing him to hiss softly from the overstimulation. His lower lip wobbled as he stared at her with a half-dazed, half-pleading look.

"W-what?"

“You greedy boy,” Y/N purred as she rolled her hips again. She smirked at the whimper he let out before tilting her head to skim her lips across his. “Don’t you want to feel me cum on your cock? Hm?”

Spencer shuddered at her words, chasing helplessly after her lips. He whined petulantly when she tilted her head, keeping him from succeeding in getting his kiss.

“I do,” Spencer whimpered, nodding fervently. “I wanna feel it so bad,” he groaned, his words beginning to slur from the pleasure coursing through him from head to toe.

“Then keep fucking me, sweetheart.”

A determined look crossed over his face, his brows knitting together as he shifted up onto his knees and pulled her hips up before thrusting forward. The change in angles had her crying out as he brushed against her sweet spot, and he grunted as he began to rock into her slowly, pushing past the sweet sting of overstimulation. He tightened his grip on her hip with one hand while his other moved to where they were connected, rubbing small, sloppy circles against her clit as he began moving with a purpose.

“Mm—“ Y/N groaned out, her eyes threatening to close as she struggled to keep them focused on his face. “Just like that, Spence. Ah—!“

The sound of his hips snapping against hers paired with the slick, crude sound of him fucking his cum back into her had his head lolling back, a guttural moan rumbling in his throat.

His hips were relentless, chasing her pleasure more so than his own now. It was messy and borderline feral—their mixed arousal coated his pelvis and her thighs and one of the corners of the sheets had come up from Y/N yanking at them. But neither of them could find it in themselves to care.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” Spencer begged, shifting her legs up onto his shoulders and clinging to her thighs as he drove into her. “Please—wanna feel you cum on my cock… I need it—“

The sound of his pleading hurled her over the edge. Y/N’s nails nearly tore through the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut, cry after cry of his name falling from her open mouth as she came around him. Her body trembled from the force of her orgasm, her walls clenching so tightly around him that it triggered his second climax unexpectedly.

“Oh my God— oh— fuck!” Spencer wailed, devolving into a series of whimpers as he spilled everything he had into her.

After a moment of ragged breathing, he turned to press a kiss to her ankle before easing her limp legs off of his shoulders and to the bed. Y/N stroked his hair with shaky hands as he crumpled over on top of her, their bodies warm and damp with sweat. Their chests were heaving as they struggled to catch their breath, with Y/N whispering into his hair how good he did and how perfect he’d made her feel.

They stayed curled up for a while, but eventually, the stickiness became too much to ignore. They both stumbled into her bathroom—both for a quick shower and for Y/N to pee to avoid a UTI. After changing the sheets, they returned to her bed, and Y/N turned away to switch off the lamp, leaving them wrapped in the peaceful darkness.

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” Spencer asked, a shy grin on his face as she turned back to him, snuggling into his embrace as he pulled her closer.

Y/N huffed out a soft, sleepy laugh, nodding against him. “If you want me to be, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion as her eyelids fluttered shut.

“Of course I want you to,” Spencer replied, his words followed by a small yawn as sleep started to take hold of him too.

“Looks like it’s official then. I’m your girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend. Now, get some rest, my sweet boy.”

It wasn’t until the following evening, after a full day spent with Y/N on their first official date—a trip to the museum and lunch at his favorite restaurant—that he noticed something tucked into his pocket. A giddy grin spread across Spencer’s face as he unfolded the lacy pink panties, a small note tucked inside that read: For you to take on your next case. ;) xoxo - Y/N.

Spencer glanced down at the fabric in his hands, a soft chuckle escaping him as he silently thanked whatever force had made her the one to fill the vacant apartment across from his.

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[bondwithme-murderstyle]

“perv!spencer supremacy!!!!” I shriek as they carry me to a padded cell

[whospathetic]

INTOXICATED

| CONTENT WARNING

18+ MDNI afab reader

Top!spencer, perv!spencer smut begging, PinV sex (unprotected) ,Somnophila, dubcon, creampie

| wc - 682 (not proof read so please don’t kill me)

She takes a seat, knowing this is going to be a long plane ride she decides to take out her book and begin reading. She reads for about 30 minutes until she notices Spencer looking at her before getting up and walking towards her seat he stops right in front of her chair before asking "what are you reading" He already knows what she’s reading since he snooped in her bag before but he still asks because he do anything to talk to her, she smiles softly happy to have some company before quickly responded to the question "the murders in the rue morgue!" She said with excitement "I know you are" is what he wanted to say, but he could only say that in his head he takes a seat next to her hearing her explain the mundane book he’s probably read 1000 times he did it so many times he’s sure he could write it himself but it doesn’t sound mundane coming out of her mouth. It sounds like she’s explaining the most interesting thing ever after an hour of explaining a book, he knows my memory. She doze off to sleep, her head softly meeting his shoulder as she drifts deeper into slumber Derek smiled at him from across the jet. He rolled his eyes and just stared at Y/N leaning down to smell her hair, which was the best and worst decision he has ever made in his life it was the most intoxicating thing he has ever smelt her hair smelled so clean like a freshly drawn up a bath after that, he looked down at her lips. They were so soft almost like they were made for his cock he was so horny his hands are shaking he softly ran them over her bottom lip before stopping himself from doing anything more she looks so peaceful and almost made him wonder what she would do if she awoke with his cock inside her he tries so hard to shake those thoughts out of his head vowing to himself. He wasn’t going to touch her

Eventually, the jet landed, and they arrived back at their hotel him and Y/N having to share a room they entered their room, unpacking their stuff eventually getting comfortable before she decides to take a shower the door is left slightly ajar, but he doesn’t peek she eventually gets out her hair, damp, the bathroom steamy the steam made her heavenly scent radiate all around the hotel room and Spencer found himself biting his nails a habit he thought he left in his primary days. Turns out she brings out the best and the worst in him she comes out in a big hoodie his imagination runs wild imagining what it would be like to rip that hoodie off of her but trying to contain himself he continues reading his book until eventually she turns off the light and they both go to sleep, or at least that’s what she thought after she falls asleep he goes up to her bed. she lays down beside her, daring to go under the blankets his hard on pressing up her back, in that moment he realizes she’s only wearing underwear he pulls them to the side, before taking his cock out which is of course, already laced with precum his tip hover over her entrance promising himself he won’t go any further but that promise was proving useless because he pushed into her softly, his tip now fully inside of her before pushing all of his length inside hearing a soft squeak come from her mouth

"you like that don’t you?" he says softly moving back and forth. Within seconds, he releases inside of her but instead of stopping, he goes at a more fast paced speed he slipped his hand inside of her hoodie, grabbing her breast softly, squeezing as he moves back and forth he releases inside of her once again before pulling out and kissing her, leaving her cum filled he knew she was awake she had to be, but that did not matter to him 

[spencerreidsplaything]

Tw: bodily fluids, noncon, masturbation (m), I can't think of more but spencer is disgusting (and I love it <3)

Bittersweet popsicles

Spencer felt like the biggest pervert but he couldn't help it. He saw her lick these milky popsicles for too long, imagined them to be his cock but he knew that he would never be that lucky. Still, he had to do something about it and despite his 187 IQ, this was the best thing he could come up with.

Hed seen her making those popsicles „feels good knowing exactly what‘S in therr“ shed said. Spencer felt bad, knew she loved having that type of control over her body. He couldn't help himself though.

So he did what he'd wanted to do for far too long.

He thought about her in that pretty bikini; light pink, covered with cherries. The wire of her top pushing her tits up deliciously and the panties leaving little to the imagination.

Spencer couldn't help himself.

Standing in her kitchen as everyone was enjoying themselves in the community pool part of her apartment complex. His wrist moved in fast, uncontrolled movements as he jerked himself over the silicone form, only her on his mind. Her sweet giggles and the way her wet hair glid over her face to her chest. Oh her chest. Spencer felt like she walked this earth just to tease him, just to test his... That had never wavered before. He imagined how her breasts would look when she was on top of him. Her rhythmic movements pleasuring him. Finally giving him what hes been longing for.

Spencer came with a suppressed moan. He felt guilty about letting her… when he himself was so Pecualiar about germs.

He couldn't help himself though. So he did the only thing his perverted brain deemed acceptable: He blended the ice cream mixture perfectly, just as he knew that she loved it. When it was done he filled it into the cum-filled molds.

Just as he was done she entered the kitchen. “Hey Spence what are you doing? We miss you out there.”

He jumped “Oh uh just making you new popsicles… I saw you were out” “That's so sweet Spencer.” She smiled at him gratefully, not knowing what substance her little treat comprised.

A/n: This is my first (Spence) fic. I'm not usually a writer but this whole account resulted from being drunk and horny (lmao). Critique and tips are greatly appreciated but please be nice :)

[xxmooxmooxx]

YOU GUYS! 100 notes on irritable🥺 thank you so so much for all the love! this story is so special to me! working on part 2 now! MWAHHH💗