Summary: It doesn't take much to convince Spencer to go skinny dipping with you
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Smut, Fluff
Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) skinny dipping, public sex, penetrative sex
Word Count: 900
Masterlist
The moon reflected on Spencer's face as the both of you lay beside each other on a blanket in the backyard of Rossi's lake house, enjoying your little vacation. Your boyfriend was busy explaining the meaning behind every star constellation within sight while your mind wandered to things far more exciting.
Without a warning you got up and walked the few steps to the dock. Spencer sat up and watched you, unsure what you had in mind. When you slowly began shedding the few clothes covering your body, Spencer suddenly jumped up from the blanket.
With a higher pitch than he would have liked he almost yelled, "What… what are you doing?!"
You maintained eye-contact when you dropped your underwear, a smug grin spreading over your cheeks. Spencer let his eyes wander over your exposed skin, mesmerized by the way it seemed to be glowing under the moonlight.
"Skinny dipping," was all the explanation you offered before jumping into the lake.
Spencer ran to the edge of the dock to look after you, his eyes following the sound of splashing water. When you emerged to the surface, he sighed with relief.
“Would you please come out again? I can hardly see you and I don’t want anything to happen to you,“ he pleaded.
“If you want me to get out you will have to come and get me,“ you challenged him while swimming further away.
Spencer contemplated his options for a second but when you disappeared in the water again, he knew he'd have to get in. Quickly he undressed before jumping in the water after you. It was too dark to be able to see you so he followed the sound of your giggles.
Once he was able to get ahold of your arm, he pulled you closer until he could hold you tightly against his chest. You were close enough to the shore for Spencer to be able to stand in the water, keeping balance while you swang your arms and legs around his body.
You found his ear, your breath hot against his chilled face, "Isn't that fun?"
"I'm not sure I can agree. What if someone saw us?"
"It's dark and we are the only ones here," you reminded him.
You pressed your body flush against his until there was no distance to be found between you. With soft lips you showered his face with little kisses while his hands made contact with your waist under the surface.
You smiled against his skin right before you pulled back slightly to whisper, “I’m a little surprised you actually took off all your clothes before jumping in."
"You were naked, I wasn't thinking clearly," he chuckled.
The sensation of your bare skin pressed against his left him in need for more, still vivid was the memory of you moaning out his name when you were together earlier that day.
With a fervor that knocked the air out of your lungs he kissed you while his hands wandered to the soft flesh of the curve of your backside. The harshness of his grip made you whimper into the kiss, making it obvious how excited you were getting.
When you felt his growing erection pressed against your core, the whimper quickly turned into a moan. Greedy hands roamed over one another's body, getting impatient to melt into each other fully. Your fingers intertwined with his unruly curls, gently pulling until you got access to his neck.
You kissed and nipped along his sensitive skin before harshly sucking at his pulse-point.
"Fuck," he groaned, "I need you."
You pressed your lips on his once more while you reached between your bodies to lead his hardness into your waiting heat. You were ready for him, your body gladly welcoming the intrusion. Your legs tightened around his hips, holding harder onto him while he buried his fingertips into the skin of your backside.
With tentative motions you began rocking against him, the resistance of the water not allowing any harsh movements. The position was impractical and a little uncomfortable but this moment couldn't have been more perfect anyway. With his hands on your hips he intensified the movements, your bodies grinding against one another slowly but purposefully.
It didn't take long for the both of you to find relief, every throbbing of his erection being met by your core pulsing around him. Your heated forehead rested against his as both of you tried to even out your breathing. After a few moments you let go of Spencer to swim over to the ladder reaching from the dock into the water.
Right after getting out, you wrapped yourself in one of the blankets you had taken with you when you decided to watch the stars. Spencer was right behind you, finding his place under the blanket with you as you lay down on the picnic rug. As you held each other close, Spencer shared his warmth with you until the both of you had dried off.
Your eyes wandered over the night sky, mesmerized by the beauty of it.
"Isn't it pretty," you breathed.
Spencer only had eyes for your face but he agreed nonetheless, "The most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
After working with your new favorite coworker for just a few months, you became aware of a very interesting fact about him.
Spencer Reid was a little pervert.
His seemingly innocent and coy demeanor couldn’t fool you anymore after it became obvious that he had stolen a pair of your panties. It happened on your last case when you accidentally grabbed his go-bag on your way to the hotel and vice versa. The pink color blooming over his cheeks when you knocked on his hotel room door to get your bag back already gave away that something was up.
However, you were only certain about it when you were back home doing your laundry, noticing that your favorite black lacy panties were missing. You were sure you had packed them but still double checked your underwear drawer but couldn’t find them.
It had been four days since Spencer was in possession of your underwear and just as long since he could barely look you in the eyes anymore. You were aware that whatever he was doing with them was far from decent.
Unbeknownst to him, the thought of this sweet boy doing something sinful with your panties excited you. Only wondering what exactly was happening when he was alone wasn’t enough for you anymore. You had to know.
So when everyone else was already gone and it was only you and him left at the office finishing up some paperwork, you decided to confront him.
“Hey Spencer, can I ask you something?”
He looked at you with raised eyebrows and cheeks already tinted pink. “Hm?”
Walking over to his desk, a smirk spread over your face.
“I was doing my laundry last night and noticed that a piece of clothing was missing from my bag,” you said, your voice laced with a certain playfulness.
You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed and he quickly averted his eyes from you. “Okay?” He muttered.
“So I was wondering if it may have… fallen out of my bag the other day. You know, when it was in your hotel room.”
“Uh… no… I haven’t seen it,” he mumbled.
“Are you sure? You’d easily recognize it among your clothes. I doubt you own anything so flimsy and lacy,” you murmured as you leaned closer, noticing the heat radiating from his body.
“No, sorry! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He lied as he quickly began shoving his things into his satchel. “I have to go, gotta catch my train.”
That was the last thing he said before practically bolting to the elevators. Apparently Spencer Reid wasn’t just a pervert, he was a terrible liar, too. There was no way you’d let him get away with this so easily.
Two hours later you knocked on Spencer’s door. You heard some shuffling on the other side before he reluctantly opened the door. Before he could say anything, you began talking.
“Could you please take a look in your bag again to see if you accidentally packed it?”
He took a deep breath and managed to lie a little better than before, “I already told you, I don’t have your panties.”
His words made you smile. “How do you know it’s panties I’m looking for?”
His eyes widened when he realized you caught him lying. “Uh, context,” he mumbled. “You talked about lace, so I assumed.”
“Right,” you huffed as you pushed against his shoulder so he’d step aside. You walked into his apartment to take a look around.
“What are you doing? I didn’t invite you in,” he sounded a little upset as he watched you step into his living room.
“And I never consented to you stealing my panties,” you retorted.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Almost on instinct, you walked into his bedroom and Spencer promptly followed you. It was more neat than you had expected, the bed was made nicely and only a few books were sitting on his nightstand.
“This is highly inappropriate, you can’t just march in here,” he scolded you.
As if to challenge him, you said, “So what are you gonna do about it?”
Before he could come up with an answer, you quickly scanned the room to figure out where he was most likely to hide your underwear. You opened the drawer of his nightstand.
“Hey, you can’t look in there!” He squeaked as he reached for your arm but hesitated to actually touch you.
No panties were to be seen, just tissues, condoms, lube and a pack of melatonin pills were inside the drawer. You weren’t sure why it surprised you so much that Spencer had condoms at home, but it did. You wondered if he had anyone in his life to use them with.
Turning your head, your sight fell to the pillows on his bed. Quickly you grabbed them and shoved them aside until you saw black lace peeking out under one of them. You pulled out your panties and held them in the air, almost yelling, “A-ha!”
When your sight landed on Spencer’s face, he looked absolutely mortified. A crimson shade spread over his cheeks, ears and neck. It seemed as if he had frozen in place, unable to speak.
“I knew you had them!” You exclaimed, pouring more salt into the wound of the poor man in front of you. “What do you have to say in your defense?”
Silence.
“Spencer? I’m talking to you.”
“I’m so sorry,” he began stuttering as he sat down on the mattress, his eyes fixated on the floor. “I uh… I opened your bag and saw the lace and couldn’t help myself but pull them out and look at them,” he finally confessed. “And then you knocked on the door and I panicked and shoved them in my pockets and gave you your bag back without them.”
You listened to him with raised eyebrows and a smirk blooming on your face. “So you just decided to keep them?”
Spencer just shrugged.
Then, you asked the question he obviously dreaded. “What did you do with them?”
Spencer’s entire body flinched at your words. “N…nothing,” he lied again.
“Spencer!” You scolded him. “No more lies.”
Finally, he managed to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“Alright,” you agreed. “You can show me instead.”
“What?!”
“Go on,” you challenged him as you handed him your panties. “I wanna see.”
Spencer didn’t move, instead he just sat there and stared at you with his mouth hanging open.
“Don’t be shy now,” you snickered. “I already know you’re a little perv.”
Instead of saying anything, he covered his face with his hands. You began to pity the poor boy and decided to play it a little nicer. You sat down beside him and touched his arm.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not angry at you,” you cooed. “Look at me, Spencer.”
And he did. There was a glimmer in his eyes that let your heart jump.
“What you did was questionable, but I promise I’m not mad. If anything, I’m curious. Maybe even a little excited,” you revealed.
“Excited?” Spencer repeated.
You nodded and giggled, “I think it’s cute that you want me so much you stole my panties.”
A timid smile appeared on his face.
“I just really want to know what you did with them. It’s all I could think of the past few days.”
Spencer took a deep breath and you thought he might finally start talking, but he didn’t.
“Did you wear them?” You asked him.
Almost offended, he said, “No, it’s not like that.” After a moment, he finally confessed. “I uhm… touched myself with one hand while holding your panties in the other.”
You looked at the lacy fabric in your hands, still looking clean as you wondered, “Did you come inside them?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t want to taint them.”
Your curiosity still wasn’t satisfied, so you asked, “Did you smell them?”
It seemed impossible, but the red shade on his cheeks turned even darker when he nodded.
“I hadn’t worn them yet. They probably just smelled like my laundry detergent,” you whispered.
To your surprise, he said, “I imagined they’d smell like you.”
His words let heat rush right to your center. It aroused you to learn how much Spencer longed for you. You couldn’t help but glance at his lap and notice the bulge straining against his pants.
“You’re turned on,” you stated.
Spencer shifted in his seat in a poor attempt to hide his erection while whispering, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” you softly spoke as you touched his knee. “And don’t hide, please. I wanna see the effect I have on you.”
Spencer found your eyes and you noticed how the gold of his irises was almost completely swallowed by his pupils. “You’re so beautiful and… kinda intimidating,” he stuttered.
His words made you smile even brighter.
“I would really love to see you touch yourself,” you cooed. “Please show me.”
For a moment, he thought about it but then he nodded. Hesitantly, he moved up the bed to lay down on his back on the mattress. You sat down beside him and handed him the panties you were still holding. Spencer let his fingers run through the lace, taking his time to inspect the garment before bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply.
It was a sight so sinful it almost drove you insane.
One of his hands moved to his pants and undid them before taking out his hard cock. When you saw him exposed like that, you couldn’t help but gasp and press your thighs together.
“You’re so pretty,” you purred and noticed how Spencer smiled.
Slowly he let his fingertips run over his shaft before he wrapped them around it and gave himself a firm squeeze. Two droplets of precum spilled from the swollen tip which were quickly collected by his thumb and smeared along his velvety skin.
You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to look at his face or his cock so you switched between them. His eyes were closed as he held your panties against his face with one hand while his other hand caressed his erection. A moan fell from his lips when the grip of his fist tightened and he accelerated his pace.
A sight so mesmerizing, it almost felt unreal. Your own arousal began dampening your underwear but you held back from touching yourself to fully focus on your magnificent view.
Spencer was panting into the lace he held against his face as his whole body began trembling.
“Are you getting close?” You purred.
Spencer’s eyes shot open and found yours and it almost felt like he had forgotten that you were there. Before he could answer you, he whimpered. Then he moaned, “Yes.”
“I want you to come inside the panties,” you instructed.
His eyes widened and his mouth hung open at your words. He never stopped stroking himself and was already too far gone to question your demand. Quickly he moved his hand gripping the lace from his face down to his cock, holding it above the swollen head.
“Oh, fuck!” Spencer sighed as he reached his breaking point.
You watched intently as his hardness throbbed and his essence was caught by your underwear while broken whines escaped Spencer’s throat. Within seconds the lace was soaked. Spencer’s chest was heaving when he came down from his high. He dared to look down to inspect the mess he had created before quickly tucking his softening dick back into his pants.
He sat up on the bed, still holding the stained panties in his fist. That’s when you noticed how sad he looked, almost pathetic.
“Now they are ruined,” he mumbled as he inspected the fabric in his hands. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay, cutie,” you said as you got up from the bed. “You can wash them and give them back to me tomorrow. And in the meantime I have something even better for you.”
Spencer watched your every move, obviously having trouble comprehending what was happening. You stood at his bedside, your hands sliding along your skirt before lifting the fabric up, revealing the purple lacy undergarments you had put on for him before you got here. In a swift motion you hooked your fingers into the waistband and pulled them down.
His eyes were never wider as he watched you fold the purple panties and gently place them on the nightstand. It was as if he was frozen in place, unable to form another coherent sentence.
“I thought you might like them since they are your favorite color,” you purred as you walked towards the door to leave, already planning on returning tomorrow. “I hope you have fun with them!”
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Summary: Seven minutes stuck in a closet with Spencer really feel like heaven
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff, Smut
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) alcohol consumption (responsibly), Reader is a little tipsy, flirting, truth or dare, suggestiveness, forced proximity, playing seven minutes in heaven, heavy kissing, grinding, allusions to sex
Word count: 2.1k
Author’s Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Stuck Together Writing Challenge
Masterlist
The alcohol was buzzing in your veins when you let your sight wander over the room. It was to be expected that Penelope's birthday party would be a blast but you hadn't quite expected how much a certain someone would catch your attention.
Any remaining inhibitions were suppressed by the two glasses of wine you just had. It was not enough to make you lose control, but enough to become more blatant with the object of your desire.
And damn, Spencer really looked desirable tonight.
Relaxed against the cushions of Penelope's couch and deep in a conversation with Luke, he had never looked more handsome. A smile was blooming on his face, obviously excited to share whatever random fact had just come to his mind.
You watched him from a few feet away before you decided it had been long enough. Craving his attention, you walked over to the couch. He looked up at you and you noticed a slight rosy shade spreading over his cheeks.
All the seats around the coffee table were taken by party guests. That didn’t stop your plan to finally close the distance between you and your favorite coworker, though.
You pointed at his lap and chirped, “I'm sorry, is this seat taken?”
Spencer looked up at you wide-eyed, making the confusion your question caused apparent.
“Uh, I can get up if you want to sit here,” he offered as he attempted to stand up.
You were quick to place your hands on his shoulders to push him down again. “No need,” you snickered right before you plopped down in his lap.
Spencer froze underneath you while the people around you gasped and laughed and playfully sang ‘ooooh’. Your boldness surprised not just him but yourself too.
His face was mere inches away when you turned your head to look at him and quipped, “I hope you're comfortable.”
“I bet he is,” Luke chuckled and playfully hit Spencer’s shoulder.
“I uh…,” he muttered, still looking at you like a deer caught in the headlights.
It was then that you noticed how his arms were hovering over you and he seemed incredibly tense. You felt bad for just invading his space like that, a knot forming in your stomach at the thought that your proximity might be unwanted.
“Sorry,” you mumbled as you tried to get up again.
To your surprise, Spencer’s hands flew around your waist, hindering you from moving away from him.
“No, please stay,” he finally managed to say.
Your heart began beating so loud you were sure Spencer could hear it. The way his palms were placed on your body, his fingers burying into you ever so slightly, let your head spin.
Spencer leaned back against the backrest of the couch, relaxing his body so you could comfortably lean against him, one arm resting on his shoulder and your side pressed into his chest.
Your eyes fell to the coffee table at Spencer’s drink, expecting to find an alcoholic beverage. That would at least explain the way he reciprocated your action. But unless he had spiked his tea, you were certain he must have been sober.
You turned back to look at him. “Is this really okay?”
He nodded as a smile spread over his face. “Yeah, I like having you close.”
You could feel how your cheeks began burning, if from the alcohol or his words was unclear, though.
Luke suddenly got up from his spot beside Spencer, chuckling, “I think I'm gonna give you two some space.”
With the seat beside Spencer now vacant, it felt odd to stay in his lap, so you slowly slid off his thighs to sit beside him instead. In an instant your heart protested, yearning for his touch again.
By the way a quiet sigh fell from Spencer’s lips, you hoped he might already miss your nearness too. He was quick to shift in his seat until the side of his thigh touched yours, creating a connection that would soothe your longing for now.
Before you could overthink whether or not that had been intentional, Penelope approached the group of people sitting around the coffee table and loudly sang, “Time for truth or dare! And nobody gets to say no because it's my birthday!”
She sat down opposite from you and placed her tablet on the table. “I already put everyone's names in,” she announced when she pressed the start button of some colorful app.
Your heart began racing as you watched the display, relief washing over you when the name Tara appeared.
“Truth,” she said while pressing the button on the display.
Penelope read the question out loud, “From all the people here, who would you like to kiss?”
Tara began laughing, “What, is this a special matchmaker version of Truth or Dare?”
Penelope glanced over you and Spencer and snickered, “Perhaps.”
Her reaction made you a little suspicious but you decided to let it slide for now. Instead you took another sip of your wine while curiously waiting for Tara's answer.
“Emily,” she finally said and even you had to chime in when the others reacted with a playful ‘oooh’.
Two more rounds and you learned that Penelope's neighbour fantasized about his librarian and laughed while Rossi presented his worst pick-up line.
Then Spencer’s name lit up on the screen. To your surprise he picked dare and froze in place once the words appeared on the screen. Penelope began giggling uncontrollably, unable to read it out loud. You leaned forward to see what the dare was.
Seven minutes in heaven with-
You gasped once you saw your name. It became very obvious very quickly that Penelope must have messed with the algorithm somehow (or maybe she had programmed the app altogether).
“Come on, you two lovebirds,” she laughed. “My closet is waiting for you!”
Your heart sank when you saw Spencer shake his head and shoot her an angry glance. “Come on, Garcia. That's not funny,” he scolded her.
“We're just following the rules,” she protested. “Come on, don't be a killjoy.”
“Yeah, Reid. You loved having her in your lap earlier,” Tara quipped, very obviously already tipsy as well.
Spencer found your eyes, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Are you okay with this?”
It felt like the room was spinning when all eyes were suddenly on you. The bravery you displayed earlier was long gone but the thought of being alone with Spencer excited you more than you could bring to words.
Tentatively, you nodded as you got up from the couch. Everyone began squealing and gasping when the two of you followed Penelope to her bedroom closet. Before you realized what was happening, she shoved the two of you in and closed the door while exclaiming, “See you in seven minutes!”
You leaned against the wall and Spencer stood right in front of you, a few inches away. The light inside the closet was dim. It felt too awkward to look at him, so you decided to let your sight wander over Penelope's colorful dress collection while mumbling, “Seven minutes, huh? So what do you want to talk about?”
“I'm not in the mood to talk,” Spencer grumbled, his tone shocking you. Your eyes found his to scan his face. What you initially interpreted as anger was actually something else.
Something even more dangerous.
The heat his body radiated was overwhelming and you noticed how his lips parted. His eyes were dark and filled with desire. The way he looked at you let shockwaves run through your body.
Despite already suspecting the answer, you still whispered, “What do you want to do then?”
Instead of answering you, his hands flew to your face, gently cupping your cheeks before he leaned in.
“This,” he breathed right before his lips met yours.
The kiss was soft and timid at first, almost as if he wanted to give you a chance to back down. That was the last thing you wanted, though. Without hesitation you reciprocated the kiss, your arms grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.
Kissing him felt like tasting the first droplets of water after a lifelong drought. Soft lips brushed over one another while gentle hands didn’t dare to let go. When a silent sigh escaped your throat, the atmosphere shifted. Spencer tongue begged for entrance and you granted it, melting into him with a vigor that knocked the air out of his lungs.
Spencer pressed his body into you, a soft hum vibrating against your lips. It was mesmerizing to be kissed like that, a sensation so phenomenal it made your head spin and your heart flutter.
Spencer leaned back just enough to groan, “Seven minutes with you is not enough”
A breathy laugh fell from your lips. “Depends on your skills,” you quipped.
He chuckled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Then, he whispered, “Are you challenging me?”
Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body flush against his and snickered, “Why don’t you find out”
Spencer sighed when he felt you press your hips against his. His nose tenderly brushed over yours when he cooed, “I'd much rather take my time with you.”
You expected him to capture your lips once more but instead his mouth found your neck. He kissed and nipped on sensitive skin until you whined so desperately it made him smile against you.
“To learn all about you,” he whispered into your ear.
As if your knees hadn't already felt wobbly enough, one of Spencer’s hands brushed down your waist and over your hip before hoisting one of your legs up, making space for him to press his body even harder into you.
Heat rushed through your body and down between your legs when you sensed his desire burning for you. Even through several layers of clothing you could feel how his hardness pressed against your center.
His lips found yours again, but just for a second. Then, he murmured, “To find out what makes you sing my name.”
The way he ground his hips against your sensitive core let a moan rip right through you, immediately followed by his name.
“Spencer…”
“Hm exactly like that,” he hummed before getting lost in another deep kiss.
Time stood still as you got lost in this sinful embrace, rocking your hips against him ever so slightly, creating enough friction to sooth your desperation for now.
This really felt like heaven.
Until Spencer suddenly and without a warning broke the kiss, having you whimper in protest. He let go of your thigh, gently placing your foot back on the floor before taking one step back to look at you. Your arms reached out immediately to pull him closer but he shook his head and took your hands in his, placing an innocent kiss on each of them.
“I'm sorry,” he mumbled. “Only two minutes left and I need to uhm… cool down.”
His sight dropped down to his crotch for a split second to make clear what he meant. Then, he found your eyes again. Spencer had never looked more beautiful with his lips plump from kissing and cheeks blooming pink.
You looked up at him with widened eyes as you bit your own lip, struggling hard not to rip off your clothes and jump him right then and there.
“Please stop that, you're making this impossible,” he chuckled as he averted his eyes to the wall behind you.
You took pity in him, aware how embarrassed he'd be if Penelope saw how riled up he'd gotten. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ground yourself.
“Do you want to talk about baseball?” You joked.
Spencer laughed at your words, “Not really, no.”
His smile was soft and so, so cute when he looked at you. “You’re very beautiful,” he said.
His words let your heart flutter. “So are you.”
Comfortable silence filled the confined space until your attention was captured by high-heeled footsteps approaching.
“You good?” You asked Spencer who took a deep breath and adjusted his pants before nodding.
Penelope swung the door open, a wide grin spread over her face. “Oh boy!” She squealed. “You two look like things got a little heated!”
“Not really, no,” Spencer lied.
“I hope you used protection,” she giggled as she stepped aside to let you walk out of the closet.
In a warning tone, Spencer grumbled, “Garcia…”
“Oh! Oh! You know what would be even better! Cute little curly-haired baby geniuses! Giving me another godchild would be the perfect birthday present!” She continued babbling, making the both of you laugh.
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: You’re a bartender whose hookups keep ending up dead, and he’s an FBI agent who goes undercover as your newest fling to catch the culprit.
Category: MATURE (18+)
Content: Strong language, violence, kissing, groping, allusions to sex. The smut here is not extremely explicit, but still depicted through heavy space metaphors.
Word Count: 2.8k
MASTERLIST
NOTE: If there was ever a man who was sooooo pussy-whipped and stupid around a beautiful woman that he completely risked his job just to Get It On, it would be Doctor Spencer Reid. I wholeheartedly believe that 😂 Written for @imagining-in-the-margins Undercover Writing Challenge ❤️
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As your fingers thoroughly comb through his hair, weaving and tugging and eliciting the most pathetic sounds from his mouth, Spencer Reid briefly reflects on how he got himself in this situation.
Two murders in the last two months, and then a third. Escalation. Bruised, bloody faces and shattered glass lodged into the throats of three single men, all of whom no other obvious connections could be found. Until one finally walked into the station...
Until you.
It was clear soon into your questioning that you didn't kill these men—at least not physically. Somebody seemed to be killing them either on your behalf, or merely for the fact that following the pretty bartender back to her house, and then following her suitors back to their homes, was a simple means to an end. Regardless, the BAU was determined to get to the bottom of it.
And so, the plan had taken shape.
Your teeth take a gentle tug at Spencer's bottom lip, pulling him back into the moment as a powerful surge of lightning courses through his veins. Heat pools in his belly and his pants suddenly feel tighter. He's hard and aching for you.
His hand rests firmly at your chest, groping you through your shirt. You're hard, too, he notices, even through layers of fabric.
He revels in the feel of your firm breasts weighted in his palm and remembers something you said only mere minutes ago in vivid detail. The recent memory allows this—your attraction and desperation for him, lethal to the bone—to feel more real and less like a dream.
"We're in the house now. Everything is secure," he says into his tie. The wire.
"Copy that," Morgan says in his ear.
"So... What now?"
Spencer looks over at you and offers a sympathetic smile. "Now we wait."
You can sense the pent-up, nervous tension in his voice, he just knows it; With the way you arch your eyebrow and take a step closer to him, the way you tilt your head...
"And... What do you suppose we do while we wait?"
Derek snickers in Spencer's ear, already having been highly amused at the situation thus far and definitely planning to tease him for it later.
He stands his ground, though, holding his chin high and channeling his authority and professionalism. "You should get some rest."
"Come on," you press, now standing toe-to-toe. His heart is beating wildly, something tugging at his insides when your hand reaches for his. "You wouldn't be a very good undercover agent if you didn't cover all your bases, now, would you?"
The plan... for Spencer to show up at your bar and for you to take him home. To lure out the unsub. You were assured that it would be safe, and to your credit, you went through the whole plan with ease.
Spencer found it mesmerizing watching you work, to say the least.
You made drinks and talked to strangers and friends alike, moving with a grace that put even the most nimble dancers to shame. If it wasn't for the fact that he was supposed to be looking out for you, you were exactly the type of woman he'd avoid at all costs for fear of making himself look stupid.
But alas. To do his job, there was supposed to be something charming enough about Spencer to make you want to go home with him. At least that's how he thought of it. But really, you were putting in all the work anyway, between refilling his soda and sliding it over with a wink, calling him pet names, and giving him plenty more than a fair share of appreciative once-overs with your glittering, curious eyes...
He convinced himself that your attention was all part of the plan, trying desperately to ignore the overwhelming plague of desire that clung to his beating heart and spread through his bloodstream like wildfire, but ultimately failing.
And then, when you stood before him, in the safety of your own home where the act could end, you only fed the fire and shattered every argument he could have conjured with a singular sentence.
"You wouldn't be a very good undercover agent if you didn't cover all your bases, now, would you?"
Spencer releases a giant breath, resisting the urge to damn it all to hell and kiss you right then and there. Still, you didn't actually, in clear enough words, tell him what you wanted. So he would stall until you did or until you dropped the act and went to bed alone.
"So, you know what bases I need to cover, do you?" he muses, keeping his tone even despite the rapid beating of his heart.
"Damn it," Derek huffs behind the scenes, and then directly to Spencer, "Down, Pretty Boy. Focus, please."
Meanwhile, you're smiling, pulling him in by the wired tie, and telling him, "I know what bases I want you to cover..."
And now, ever the giver he is, he's in the midst of fulfilling that want, the wire and ear peace discarded somewhere in the entryway of your home as the bright echoes of your sultry voice call to him more vividly with each second that follows.
Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't being a bit selfish in this pursuit; It'd been so long since the opportunity to sleep with someone had fallen so deliciously into his lap. And despite being on the job and the fact that sex isn't necessarily important enough for him to pursue on a regular basis, you were distracting in just about every perfect, possible way. The burning he had for you was rare. All-consuming.
It was not a smart move by any means, and he'll definitely get shit for it later, but now that he's had a taste of you, he knows he won't stop until he's tasted all of you.
The thought alone pulls the most obscene sound from his lips, which draws you impossibly closer to him as you tilt your head and kiss him deeper. His palm tightens around your breast, and your fingers grip at the collar of his unbuttoned shirt. In an instant, you're shifting yourself to straddle his thigh, moaning into his mouth the second he hikes his knee up just a bit higher to give you more friction to work with.
The warm weight of you grinding on his leg is a sensation that has him feeling way more powerful than he'd like to admit. It's usually rare for him to take a more dominant approach in bed, more than happy to let his partner take the wheel, but the desperation that emanates from your every move and every sigh is feeding something deep within himself... something that aches for your submission.
Spencer revels in that feeling for what feels like hours, drinking up every lazy lap of your cherry-coated tongue, soaking in every press of your body into his own, and committing every sound you make to memory. Soon enough it feels like he's drowning in you and refusing to come up for air as your sweetness fills his lungs.
You break away first, resting your forehead to his and catching your breath as his hands come around to dip into the back pockets of your jeans.
"What do you want, baby?" he sighs roughly into your mouth, the words surprising himself as you shiver into his body, rolling your hips again. The way you're reacting to him is agitating that hunger deep inside, pulling out a seductiveness he hadn't really realized he possessed until you existed in his orbit.
Is this what it feels like, he wonders, to be so lust-drunk on somebody that you'd be willing to embrace the parts of yourself that scare you just to get a taste of them?
"I like the way you make me feel," you confess. You brush your nose over his and swallow, shivering as his hands roam back up the length of your body. "I want you to make me feel like this forever, even after you're long gone and you've forgotten all about me..."
Spencer laughs, unable to help it, his lips quirked up into a delicious smirk. "I have an eidetic memory... I couldn't forget you even if I wanted to."
You laugh back, leaning in to kiss him once more. "Mmm, so not the point, G-Man."
As you smile against his lips and let your hands roam down the expanse of his chest, he has a hard time remembering what he's truly here for. Every moment spent in your presence, so inherently and potently beautiful, chips away at his ability to think logically. Gone is the task at large, the looming anxiety of being bait for a vicious murderer, and in its place is the overwhelming simmering of you—deep in the marrow of his bones, threatening to swallow him whole, and he'd gladly allow it.
"And the point is..." he urges, longing for you to beg him— to hear those fatally salacious words tumble from your equally fatal lips.
You grant his wish, a small shaky sigh of desperation exhaling from you before you whisper hotly against his mouth, "I want you to fuck me."
Spencer doesn't waste any more time with pleasantries, lifting you off his lap and flipping you over on the couch. Your wish is to feel him long after he's gone, and in this moment, with your hungry pleading eyes and your wrists pinned above your head at his mercy, he vows it to be so.
His mouth comes down over yours, hovering, teasing you with a grin and a low hum of amusement before he slurs, "'Atta girl..."
He swallows your whimper as soon as it leaves your throat, finally closing the gap and kissing you once more. Your hands become desperate immediately, tugging at his clothes as you kiss him back with a fervor that makes his heart stutter.
Despite the gentle dominance he's physically displaying with you—even now as he takes to pinning your wrists again, this time at your side—you will never truly know the power you're holding over him inside. Every kiss, every touch, every sigh, is slowly transforming him. Everything about you is altering the chemistry in his very being. And because you're a stranger, because you will soon be only a vivid memory and nothing tangible, he cannot tell you that feeling with words.
But, he can make you feel it.
And so, he fulfills your wishes, base by base.
He takes his time. His hands meticulously undress you, lingering on certain sensitive expanses of skin until you're covered in goosebumps from head-to-toe. He handles you limb by limb, peppering you with kisses and caresses, and after you're finally exposed to him in all your angelic glory, he sits up and admires you as he undresses himself.
He watches as your bare chest rises and falls, your curves and valleys calling to him like a longing wind.
Your eyes are watching him, too, following his hands as he slowly but surely exposes himself to the same air, the same universe, as yourself. It's not that Spencer doesn't particularly think he doesn't belong in the same universe as you, just that it doesn't feel real. You simply don't feel real.
That is, at least, until your bodies finally meet in the middle.
Bare and thrumming with life and fire and starlight, the two of you are inevitable. Bright. Hot.
His arms are strong as they hold you, his hips even stronger as they collide with yours. Spencer's name falls like comets from your lips, a spectacle that grounds him and reminds him of his place in the universe. He works his hips expertly to draw it out of you, touches you like you're the sole reason for everything good and pure and beautiful, and then he's burning.
And you're burning right with him.
Your time together is coming to a close, but not before the grand finale; Your bodies are a supernova, the brightest expression of a dying star. Everything is fire. It's sharp thrusts and taut limbs. You're holding onto each other, knowing the end is near but trying to prolong it.
Even long after the explosion has subsided, your lust settles, remnants twinkling in the air like stardust. It lulls you to sleep, your consciousness floating along a river of stars until all that remains is Spencer's head on your chest, your heartbeat thrumming under his ear.
He tries to relax. He focuses on the rhythm of your heart, letting it clear his mind until he knows what he has to do.
It pains him to leave. His clothes go back on, his hand shakes as it searches for his phone, and his chest heaves in disappointment as he reads the texts of concern that flood his screen.
Still, as he quietly covers your bare body and scrawls you a short, hurried apology on the back of a paper towel, it's like you're begging him to stay longer.
As such, mere visions of you aren't the only thing staking their claim. The sound of your voice rings out, carried by the wind as he steps outside. He knows there is possible danger coming for him now that he's left the safety of your home, but he can't bring himself to be alert. And how could he, really, when you've left him so wrecked—so altered by your perfection?
God, I am in so much trouble, he thinks to himself, sighing and turning a corner.
As if the thought had permeated his brain and tempted the universe, suddenly a sharp pain blasts out of nowhere and knocks Spencer to the ground.
All he knows for a split second is panic and the deep sting of glass, the sound almost as loud as the blood rushing to his head. Warmth—blood—pools at his eyebrow and trails down the side of his face, where your kisses had once lived.
The thought of you, of your predicament and the danger at hand, wipes the panic clean from his nervous system and replaces it with preservation. He tries the best he can to toss the pain aside and deflect another blow, but there's a swift kick to his gut that renders him breathless, and it's becoming harder each second to get the upper hand.
Spencer forces his eyes open, to look at his attacker head-on and gather any information that he can.
All he sees is a blur, a rage-filled man with a shattered bottle in his hand as he comes down for a final blow.
And then, the shot fires.
The unsub falls, and Spencer guides him to the side, unwilling to be blanketed by him. He's still alive, squirming and yelling, and looking everywhere for the glass that had fallen and shattered in the echoing aftermath of the gunshot. The pain in Spencer's head is so strong he barely even registers the cuts that mar his palms and knees as he apprehends the man.
Not even a second later, hands are pulling him away and checking him for injuries, Derek's voice cutting through the chaos as he cuffs the unsub.
"Hope she was worth it..." It comes out as a tight, irritated huff, though when he gets the unsub up off the ground and hands him over to someone else—one of the officers from town—he and Spencer lock eyes, and there's a brief pause before Derek breaks out into a small laugh.
"How much trouble am I in?" Spencer asks, and he can hear Emily snicker beside him as she looks at his cut-up hand.
"I think we'll leave that answer up to Boss Man over there," she says, nodding towards Hotch.
Spencer looks at him, his stomach dropping when he sees how pissed he looks.
Still, your phantom touch lingers, calming him through the rest of the evening, through the berating and lecturing and the empty threats of suspension, through the snickers and teasing pats on the shoulder from his friends, and even through his restless attempt of sleep in the motel.
The only thing that puts his mind at ease is you. Your memory offers comfort, especially knowing he will be able to say goodbye to you and follow-up with the end of the case tomorrow morning. And though it pains him to think of leaving you behind, it would pain him more to have left in the middle of the night like he did without seeing you one final time and issuing a proper goodbye.
As pathetic as it sounds, he falls asleep imagining what your goodbye will look like—what it will feel like. He remembers the smell of you, the planes of your body shivering gloriously under his hands, and your arms as they curl over him, drawing him closer and keeping him there.
Before his final breath into slumber, he thinks to himself, Yes, she was entirely worth it. All of it. Every last second.
synopsis ; you thought you and spencer were good at keeping your relationship a secret. spoiler alert: you weren’t.
themes ; fluff, established (secret) relationship
warnings ; none!
author’s note ; first time writing for spencer after having watched criminal minds. i’m in love with him so it was only fitting that my mind starts coming up with ideas for him — send in requests for spencer!!!!
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You and Spencer had agreed on one thing when your relationship first started:
“Let’s keep it just between us for a while.”
Not because you were ashamed — far from it — but, because the BAU wasn’t exactly known for being a quiet, private place. The second Garcia caught wind of anything remotely romantic, you’d both be wearing couple t-shirts and getting shipped like characters from a CW drama.
And, it was nice for a while.
You lasted four months.
It started with a coffee cup.
Specifically, the one with Spencer’s name on it, sitting at your desk.
Morgan strolled in that morning with his usual swagger and an armful of case files. He was halfway through a yawn when he spotted the cup and froze mid-step.
“Hey, Pretty Girl?” he called over his shoulder. “Why’s Reid’s name on your latte?”
You didn’t even look up from your desk. “Oh. He picked it up for me.”
“Uh-huh.” He narrowed his eyes like a detective in an old noir film. “And when did Reid start remembering your custom order down to the almond milk and two pumps of caramel?”
You finally looked up. “I… mention it a lot?”
Morgan snorted. “Okay.”
The next day, he walked into the breakroom to find Spencer standing very close behind you, reaching for the same muffin. There was laughter — soft, easy — and then Spencer let you have it with the kind of look that didn’t belong in any HR-safe workplace.
Morgan didn’t say a word. Just walked out with his coffee, grinning.
“Gotcha, Boy Genius.”
Penelope Garcia’s superpower wasn’t her hacking skills — (though, yes, she could probably access the Pentagon with a shoelace and a floppy disk) — it was her intuition. Especially when it came to anything involving hearts, unspoken feelings, or long looks across briefing tables.
So when she noticed Reid texting someone with a tiny, goofy smile on his face during lunch, her curiosity sparked.
She sidled up next to him.
“Who ya texting, Dr. Reid?” she sing-songed, peeking at his screen before he could lock it.
He jumped. “N-no one. Just… a friend.”
Garcia narrowed her eyes. “Since when do you call Y/N ‘sunbeam’?”
Reid’s face turned the color of a fire hydrant. “It’s — it’s just a nickname. She — uh — likes the sun.”
“Mmhmm.” Garcia leaned in. “Reid… are you dating my girl?”
His silence was answer enough.
She let out a tiny shriek, clapping her hands. “I knew it! I knew it! My OTP is real!”
He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
To her credit, Garcia didn’t spill — not yet.
But the sparkle in her eye was pure chaos.
Prentiss wasn’t nosy — she was observant.
So when you came into work with what looked like Spencer’s scarf around your neck and a sleepy smile that screamed I didn’t sleep in my own bed, she raised an eyebrow.
But she didn’t say anything until a week later.
The team had just wrapped a case in Portland and were gathered at the airport. You and Spencer were seated across from each other at the gate, trying — and failing — not to play footsie under the chairs.
Prentiss watched the whole thing, sipping her coffee like it was a reality show.
Later, on the plane, she slid into the seat next to you.
“So, when were you planning on telling me?”
You blinked. “Telling you what?”
She tilted her head toward Spencer, who was sitting two rows ahead, hunched over a book — but not before sending a not-so-subtle glance back your way.
Prentiss smirked. “I was a teenager once too, you know. I recognize the ‘pretending not to stare at my crush’ look.”
You flushed. “It’s not like we’re hiding it — ”
“But you are,” she said, patting your arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you come out in your own time. Just… maybe don’t play footsie where Rossi can see. He’s got surprisingly good peripheral vision.”
You genuinely thought Rossi wouldn’t notice.
He was older, more focused — a man who’d seen it all. Surely, he wouldn’t pick up on subtle glances or the way Spencer’s hand lingered on your back a little too long after briefings.
You were wrong.
He invited you both over to his house for dinner, claiming he was “trying a new risotto recipe and needed test subjects.”
The moment he caught you stealing a bite from Spencer’s plate with zero hesitation, he set down his wine glass and gave a slow, smug smile.
“Interesting.”
You froze mid-chew. “What is?”
“Oh, nothing. Just watching young love blossom over truffle risotto.”
Spencer choked on his wine.
You coughed. “What makes you think —?”
“Please,” Rossi waved a hand. “I’ve written three books on behavioral profiling. You think I can’t tell when two people are secretly dating?”
You opened your mouth.
He held up a finger. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed. Just know I expect to be invited to the wedding.”
You both gaped.
He raised his wine glass. “Eventually, of course.”
Hotch was the final boss.
You and Spencer had been very careful around him — no lingering looks in the field, no brushing hands in the briefing room, no coordinated lunches. You were practically platonic professionals around him.
Until he caught you.
It happened at 9 p.m. on a Friday. Most of the team had already left, and you and Spencer were still in the conference room, finishing paperwork.
You thought you were alone.
So, when Spencer reached over and laced his fingers through yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, you let your guard down for just a moment.
And Hotch walked in.
He stopped mid-step.
You both froze like teenagers caught making out on a porch.
Hotch blinked once. “Should I… come back?”
You yanked your hands apart. “No! We were just — ”
Spencer blinked. “Right. Well… not that platonically.”
There was a long pause.
Hotch sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just — no PDA at crime scenes, okay?”
You both nodded, mortified.
As he left, you could swear you saw him smirk.
You didn’t plan to tell everyone. At least, not in one grand announcement.
But the BAU had other plans.
It happened during a rare, sunny weekend BBQ hosted at Rossi’s estate. Everyone was scattered across the lawn — beer bottles in hand, kids running around, music playing.
You were helping Garcia string lights along the fence when she casually said, “So, when are you and Reid going to make it official-official?”
You nearly dropped the string of lights. “What?”
She pointed. “Oh, don’t play coy, sweet pea. Everyone knows.”
You blinked. “Everyone?”
Morgan, walking by with a burger, grinned. “Oh yeah. We’ve had bets running for weeks.”
Prentiss added, “Morgan owes me twenty bucks. I said you’d crack before Valentine’s Day.”
Rossi raised his glass. “Cheers to the happy couple.”
Even Hotch gave you a nod that could only be described as… warm.
You turned to Spencer, who looked equally horrified and relieved.
“They all know?” he whispered.
You nodded. “Apparently for a while.”
Garcia beamed. “What gave it away? Everything.”
You and Spencer exchanged a look.
Then you both laughed — loud, breathless, incredulous.
So much for secrets.
Later, as the party mellowed into dusk and someone lit a bonfire, Spencer pulled you close beneath the string lights.
“Do you think it’s weird… that I’m kind of relieved?”
You looked up at him. “Relieved they found out?”
He nodded. “Yeah. It’s like… I don’t have to keep something good hidden anymore.”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re not something I want to hide, Spencer.”
He looked at you then, all soft eyes and quiet awe.
Even in a team of profilers, even under the most watchful eyes — you and Spencer had managed something rare.
Summary: After everyone shared their sad (or non-existent) prom stories, Penelope decided to host a BAU Prom Night, giving Spencer the perfect excuse to finally ask out Reader
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff, Smut
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) a bit of miscommunication, jealous Spencer, heavy kissing, fingering, handjob, protected penetrative sex
Author’s Note: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Office Party Challenge!
Word count: 2.8k
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“And that’s how I ended up with a broken heart on prom night,” JJ concluded her story after a couple of other BAU members had shared their prom experiences in their lunch break.
“Aww, that’s so sad!” Penelope cooed.
“I didn’t even go to prom,” Spencer chimed in. “I mean, I was twelve, but still…”
Derek looked at you and asked, “What about you, pretty girl? Did anything exciting happen on your prom night?”
You took a moment to think about it and shook your head, “Don’t even get me started.”
“You know what!” Penelope suddenly exclaimed. “We should throw our very own prom night! This way we can make up for all those miserable experiences.”
“That sounds fun,” JJ agreed. “I would love to take Will to prom.”
“Yes, that’s perfect. Everyone has to bring a date!” Penelope locked eyes with Spencer and made herself very clear, “No exceptions. Not even for you, doctor.”
Spencer cleared his voice as a slight rosy shade spread over his cheeks. It made you smile to see him like this and you wondered if he already had someone to ask to go to prom with him. His eyes met yours for a moment and your heart immediately skipped a beat.
To everyone’s surprise Hotch agreed to have a BAU Prom Night and made sure that you could use one of the function rooms at Quantico. Over the next few days you helped Penelope figure out the details until the date of your big night was set.
Everything was going as planned except for one detail - you still didn’t have a date. You were sure that you were the only one at this point, even Spencer seemed to have found someone. At least that was what you assumed after you kept catching him and Derek mumbling about something (or someone) and stopping once you got close enough to eavesdrop.
Three days before the festivities began, you and Penelope were waiting for fresh coffee in the kitchen while talking about the perfect color arrangement for decorations. Spencer approached and noticed that the coffee wasn’t ready yet, so he joined into the conversation by sharing some facts about color theory.
“Hey, Y/N,” you turned your head to spot Anderson approaching. “I heard you don’t have a date for prom night yet.”
“You don’t?” Spencer exclaimed. “I thought you had a boyfriend.”
You flashed him a confused look and muttered, “What? No.”
“But you mentioned this guy a few weeks ago. I overheard you talking about a date with him,” Spencer stammered.
“I never heard from him again,” you clarified and turned to Anderson. “And no, I don’t have a prom date yet.”
The man you had never paid any attention to before smiled at you and said, “Well, now you do!”
Spencer looked shocked at Anderson’s words and stormed out of the room without saying anything. You had never seen him acting this way and watched as he disappeared in the empty conference room. You flashed Anderson an apologetic look before following Spencer to talk to him.
You found him sitting at the table, pretending to look through a file when you sat down beside him. “Spencer, what’s going on?”
“I thought you already had a date,” he mumbled without looking at you. “And now you’re going with Anderson.”
Slowly you got a hunch what all of this was about. It made your heart flutter to realize that he wanted to ask you out.
“I haven’t agreed to go with him, yet,” you told him.
He finally locked eyes with you and asked, “Do you want to go with him?”
“I don’t want to go alone. But the guy I actually want to go with hasn’t asked me yet.”
Spencer didn’t respond, instead his eyes found the file on the desk again. You couldn’t believe how oblivious he was and realized that you had to spell it out for him. “Spencer, I’m talking about you.”
“Wh..What?” It took a few seconds until he realized the meaning of your words. “Oh.”
“Are you gonna ask me out now or what?” You giggled.
“Yes! Yes. Uhm,” he cleared his voice and took a deep breath. “Do you want to go to prom with me?”
You smiled at him and nodded. “I would love to.”
A wide grin appeared on his face and you noticed a sparkle in his eyes you had never seen before. Spencer seemed genuinely happy.
“Should I uhm… pick you up at your place?” Spencer wondered.
“No, I’ll get ready here because I have to help with decorations. But you could pick me up right here and we’ll walk down to the function room together?”
“That sounds lovely.”
After you turned down Anderson’s invitation, you and the rest of the team had to get back to your job for the next few days. It was hard to focus on work as your mind kept drifting off to the fact that Spencer had finally asked you out. Anytime that thought crossed your mind, you felt your cheeks heating up and your heart began beating erratically inside your chest.
For the first time since you started working at the BAU, Spencer didn't look right away whenever your eyes met his. His glances lingered on you and it made you feel like you were the only person in the room with him.
When the big night finally arrived, you spent most of the day preparing the function room for the evening. About thirty minutes before everyone else would arrive, you hastily disappeared in the restroom to change into your dress, fix your hair and put on some make-up.
Spencer arrived at the conference room just a few minutes after you. He wore suits most days but you had never seen him wearing anything that fancy. He looked incredibly handsome in his black suit, white dress shirt and bow tie.
Before you had a chance to tell him how gorgeous he looked, he stammered, “Wow… you look stunning.”
Your fingertips brushed over the soft fabric of your dress as if to straighten out wrinkles that weren’t there. A wide smile spread over your face at the compliment. It was no coincidence that you picked a purple dress, aware that it was Spencer’s favorite color.
“Thank you. You look very handsome, too.”
A rosy shade spread over Spencer’s cheeks while his lips curled into a coy smile. The two of you stood there in silence for a few moments until he seemed to remember the item he held in his hands.
“Here, I got you something,” he said as he let you take a look.
It was a small corsage with white and lavender-colored blossoms. It matched your dress perfectly. You reached out your hand, implicitly telling him to put it over your wrist.
His fingertips gently brushed over the back of your hand as he placed the corsage on your arm. His touch was innocent but ignited sparks inside your chest nonetheless. He must have felt it too because when his eyes found yours you noticed that warm glimmer in them again.
As the two of you entered the function room the party had already started. The dance floor was filled with your coworkers, moving in ways you had never seen before. The colors of the balloons matched the rest of the decor and you were more than happy that everything had worked out so wonderfully.
“So, what do you think about your very first prom, boy wonder?” Penelope giggled as she approached the both of you.
“It’s perfect,” was all he had to say.
Penelope grabbed you both at your arms to pull you onto the dance floor. Spencer protested at first but gave in once you took his hand in yours. You joined the others in their silly little dances and to your surprise, Spencer did too. That was until a slow song came on.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he turned to you and placed his hands on your waist. You let yours rest on his shoulders and began swaying from side to side.
“Sorry, I have no idea what I’m doing,” he chuckled as he looked down at his feet.
“You’re doing great, Spencer,” you sincerely responded as you moved a little closer towards him until there barely was any distance left between your bodies.
“Is this better than your actual prom night?” He wanted to know. “You never actually told us about it.”
You couldn't stop your hands from moving to the nape of his neck, gently playing with a few loose curls as you purred, “It’s so much better.”
Just when you thought that he was about to lean down to kiss you, you noticed the high-pitched laughter of your female coworkers.
“Aah, look! They are exactly like those teenagers in every high school romcom!” JJ chirped as she pulled out her phone to snap a picture of the two of you.
You turned your head to find her face in the crowd, prompting Penelope to chime in, “No, don’t stop, my two lovebirds! Go on, kiss!”
You felt your cheeks heating up at the realization that you had an audience in this intimate moment.
“Do you wanna try out the photo booth?” Spencer suggested to get away from the curious glances of your work family.
“That sounds fun!”
And it was fun. You spent a while posing like those typical prom couples before taking a bunch of silly pictures with the props Penelope had bought.
“Okay, I think we’re done,” you laughed once your cheeks started hurting from smiling so much.
Spencer shook his head and pressed the button once more. “One last set!”
Just when the countdown of the camera reached the number zero, you felt Spencer’s lips on your cheek. Your head was spinning after everything that had happened tonight. It seemed like finally being close to the man you had pined after for months gave you the courage to show some initiative.
You turned your head to find his mouth, capturing it in a soft kiss with no intention to stop even after the last photo was taken. Kissing him then was chaste and sweet and so, so perfect.
“Busted!” You heard Derek’s voice as he approached the photo booth with his date. “You two should get a room.”
Almost in unison the both of you responded, “Shut up, Morgan.”
The next few hours flew by quicker than either of you would have liked. Spencer must have noticed how exhausted you were, so he offered, “It’s getting pretty late. I can drive you home if you want?”
Even though you didn't want this night to end, you knew that it was probably for the best. “Yeah, I would like that.”
Spencer nodded and took your hand as he led you out of the room. The way to his car seemed endless and the need to be close to each other was all-consuming. There was no way you could make it without giving into your desperation.
The elevator seemed like the perfect place for your second kiss. Spencer pushed you against one of the walls, his hands cupping your face as he leaned down to find your lips. This time it was far from innocent, the way he instantly deepened the kiss let you know that he must have fantasized about this moment for just as long as you had.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against your lips. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
What followed felt like a haze, between longing glances, sweet kisses and bright laughter you somehow made it to your doorstep. Spencer leaned down to find your lips once more before he said, “I would really like to take you out to dinner sometime.”
You kissed him again and mumbled against his lips, “I would like that, too.”
His smile was soft when he purred, “Goodnight. I had a great time tonight.”
Right when you wanted to respond, you remembered something. Your facial expression must have given it away, because Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Without really thinking about it, you told him, “I can’t get out of this dress alone.”
His saccharine smile morphed into a playful smirk. “Is that so?”
“I know that sounds like the lamest excuse to… you know,” you giggled. “But it's true. Penelope had to help me put it on earlier. There’s no way I’ll be able to get it off on my own.”
Instead of teasing you some more, Spencer simply followed you inside your apartment. You lost the ability to form any coherent thought once you turned around and Spencer touched your back to undo the zipper. He opened it all the way down to the small of your back. The way his knuckles brushed over your exposed skin was intoxicating.
Once the dress dropped to the floor, you turned around again. Spencer let his sight wander over body for a split second before he found your eyes. You noticed how his fingers twitched and he licked over his lips.
“If you don’t tell me to leave right now I won’t be able to hold back anymore.”
You stepped closer to him and whispered, “Stay.”
That was all he needed to hear. His hands were on you in an instant, exploring the curves and dips of your body while your bodies melted into one another in a passionate kiss. With joined forces you helped each other shed each piece of clothing as you stumbled into your bedroom. Spencer pushed you onto the mattress and you welcomed him on top of you.
He began trailing kisses down your neck before biting down on your pulse point. Your whole body felt like it was floating on a cloud as you felt his lips wandering over your skin.
“Would you have let him take your dress off, too?” He mumbled against your neck.
It took you a moment to realize that he was talking about Anderson. “No,” you sighed. “I’m yours, Spencer.”
He moaned in response to your words and found your lips once more. One of his hands wandered down your body, greedily grabbing at your skin until it found its destination between your legs. The moment he noticed that you were already dripping with desire for him, he groaned, “You’re mine.”
Your whole body felt like it was on fire when he began dragging his fingertips through your slick folds. When he focussed on your little bud, you couldn't help but start to grind your core against his hand. Your own hands became curious and wandered from his shoulders down his body until your fingers could wrap around his hardness.
The sounds of his pleasure spurred you further on as you moved your hand up and down, letting your thumb glide over his weeping tip. He felt hot and heavy inside your palm and you got impatient to find out how good he’d feel inside of you.
Spencer's eyes followed your hand when it let go of him to grab a condom from the nightstand instead. He was quick to put it on before kneeling between your legs. The way he took a moment to let his eyes graze over your body almost felt more intimate than anything you had done until then.
When he leaned over you he reached between your bodies to guide his cock to your opening. Your body welcomed him without any resistance and you relished the sensation of him filling you out perfectly.
“Fuck!” He groaned as you clenched around him. “I have wanted to do this for so long.”
With your arms and legs wrapped around his body you brought him impossibly close.
“Take me,” you demanded before kissing him again.
He began pushing into you, slowly at first but with an accelerated pace once he seemed sure that you could take it. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure and your bodies colliding over and over again.
When he felt you getting tighter around him, he propped himself up on one arm and reached down between your bodies with his other hand. When he found your most sensitive spot, he instantly began drawing tight circles around it.
“Are you gonna come for me?” He sighed as if it hadn’t been obvious.
You were already too far gone to answer him, your climax taking the both of you by surprise. When he felt your walls pulsing around his hardness he praised you, “Good girl.”
Just a few moments later he fell over the edge himself, throbbing inside you before collapsing into your arms. He began mumbling sweet nothings into your ear while your fingertips danced over his back.
After cleaning up, you found your home in each other's arms.
“I’m really glad I got to experience my first prom with you,” Spencer cooed before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I can’t believe you almost went with Anderson though.”
“I can't believe you almost didn’t ask me out,” You snickered in response.
“Fair point.”
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Summary: You have to go undercover as a stripper. Spencer is a little too impressed by your pole dancing skills.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) implied case related violence (including the mention of guns), implied age gap, pole dance, lap dance, jealous Spencer, heavy kissing, grinding, oral (male receiving), handjob, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (birth control mentioned)
Word count: 5.4k
Author’s Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Undercover Challenge!
Masterlist
“We could do an undercover mission,” you suddenly blurted out while staring at the evidence board.
Your words caught the attention of the rest of the team. For days you hadn’t gotten any closer to catching the unsub and you were getting tired of waiting for another victim.
“You’re right. The last two times he went after the new girls at the strip club,” Luke stated. “We could lure him out that way.”
“Going undercover as a stripper? It's risky but it could work,” JJ agreed. “I'm not gonna do it, though.”
As if on cue, everyone's eyes were suddenly on you.
It made sense, you were the youngest on the team and fit the unsub's type the most.
“Absolutely not,” Spencer disagreed as he shook his head. “It's too dangerous and she's too inexperienced.”
“Hey!” You scolded your coworker. “I can handle myself. And I have plenty of experience!”
“As a stripper or undercover agent?” Luke joked to lighten the mood.
Rolling your eyes, you huffed, “As a profiler! And just for the record, I took some pole dancing lessons a while ago.”
You were met with surprised looks and raised eyebrows. Before anyone had the chance to make an inappropriate remark, you clarified, “It’s a great workout, actually.”
Emily found your eyes. Ultimately she was the one who'd have to make this decision. “Are you sure you're okay with this?”
You thought about it for a moment before you nodded. You were certain that your team would protect you no matter what. There was nothing to worry about.
After a day of preparation, everything was ready for the undercover mission. It was still early when you and Spencer arrived at the club. It wouldn't be for another hour until the first guests would show up.
“I'm gonna go change,” you said before you disappeared in a room in the back while Spencer took a look around the club to make sure all the hidden cameras were in place.
After you closed the door behind you, you took a deep breath and pulled out a lacy purple bodysuit that would cover your skin just enough to hide the microphone. After you shed your clothes, you taped the wire to your body before slipping into the piece of lingerie. When you checked yourself in the mirror, your heart started racing at the thought of dancing on a stage dressed like that.
You didn’t even care that a bunch of strangers would see you like that. But Spencer would be there, too and that was a thought you could barely handle. When Emily decided he should be the one present while everyone else waited in the surveillance truck outside, you almost wanted to call the mission off.
Nobody on your team knew how much you were pining for Spencer. Countless sleepless nights had been filled with fantasies of sharing intimate moments with him. And now you had to strip in front of him in a room full of strangers while potentially being targeted by a serial killer. That wasn’t quite what you had imagined.
Despite covering up the most important parts, the one-piece left very little to the imagination. By applying a dramatic amount of make-up and fixing your hair, you tried to distract yourself from the thought. Once you were done, you inspected your work in the mirror. You looked so different, it was almost shocking.
Earlier you were worried that everybody would be able to tell at first glance that you weren’t actually a professional stripper but now you were sure you’d pass well. You closed your eyes for a moment and thought back to the pole dance lessons you took a while ago to spice up your workout routine. It had been a while but you were confident you still remembered most of the moves.
A knock on the door had your eyes shoot open again.
“Are you decent?” You heard Spencer’s voice on the other side.
“No,” you laughed as you opened the door. “But that’s kind of the point.”
As he took in the sight in front of him, Spencer’s eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. The subtle rosy shade spreading over his cheeks let your heart jump.
“You look…” Spencer started but failed to finish his sentence.
“I know, it’s a lot,” you finally sighed.
“It’s very different from your usual work attire,” he chuckled. “You look beautiful, though.”
His words seemed sincere. They made you smile. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Spencer continued talking.
“The manager of the club asked about a name to introduce you to the crowd.”
“Oh I gotta pick a stripper name! That’s fun. Do you have any ideas?” You asked him before adding, “You’re from Vegas after all.”
“Crystal, Candy, Ginger, Diamond, Amber, Karma… all very popular stripper names. They don’t really suit you, though,” he said with furrowed brows as if he was really thinking about it.
“What’s your suggestion?”
A smirk spread over his face before he leaned down enough for you to feel his body heat. “Vixen,” he teased.
His choice made you laugh out loud. It was not surprising to you that he’d pick something that could be interpreted as both, a compliment and an insult. “That’s perfect.”
“Are you already wearing your wire?” He asked while scanning your body once more.
“Yeah, you can’t tell, can you?” You wondered as you traced your finger over the lace of your bodysuit, following the wire underneath the fabric. Spencer audibly gulped when you brushed your hand over your breast. It wasn’t even intentional but made it very obvious that your outfit had at least some effect on him.
He shook his head. “Do you think it might come loose when you move on stage?” He wanted to know.
You hadn’t thought about that before. Wire spilling out from your cleavage would certainly bust your undercover mission.
“Maybe I should do a little practice run?” You suggested and Spencer agreed.
Spencer followed you back to the club and took a seat in first row while you got up on the stage. Taking a few steps around the platform, you made yourself familiar with the space available. The pole was right in the middle. You walked around it slowly, tentatively letting your hand move along it. The light was so bright you could barely see the seats.
After searching for a second, you found Spencer’s eyes staring up at you.
“Could you keep your eyes on me to make sure the wire… or anything else… doesn’t show?”
He raised his eyebrows and repeated your words, “Anything else?”
“Spencer, I’m wearing a tiny skin-tight bodysuit and I’m about to swing my body around a pole. I’m sure you know what I mean. I don’t want to show more than what these people pay for,” you snickered.
“It would certainly guarantee great tips,” he joked.
His words made you laugh, “I hope you brought small bills.”
After taking a deep breath, you followed the steps you had memorized from your pole dance classes. First, you slowly walked around the pole before bending down while dramatically arching your back. Then, you squatted down before slowly standing up straight again. With your hand on the pole you walked around it a little faster to gather some momentum before jumping up and hooking one leg around the pole. Holding that position for a second, you took another deep breath until you slowly slid down again.
You repeated different variations of those moves several times until you were sure you had tested your outfit enough. Walking to the edge of the stage, you found Spencer immediately offering you a hand to help you get down.
“That was very impressive,” he praised you, making your heart skip another beat.
When you looked at him you noticed how his cheeks seemed heated and his pupils were dilated a little more than usual. The tension between you was palpable and made you curious about how far you could take this with him. There were still a few minutes left until your team would turn on the cameras and microphones.
This undercover persona you had taken on really boosted your confidence.
“What if the unsub asks me for a private dance?” You said while motioning your head towards a more secluded area of the club.
“There are cameras everywhere and I can assure you that I won’t let you out of my sight. I’ll keep you safe.” The firm tone of his voice didn’t leave any room for doubt.
“Thank you. But maybe… I should practice that, too? To be safe?”
Spencer raised his eyebrows at your suggestion before nodding. “You’re right. We should talk this through.”
He walked right behind you when you approached the section of the club with private booths for lap dances. “You should take this one,” he said while pointing at the booth in the middle and sitting down at the table closest to it. “Leave the curtain open a crack, this way I can watch from here.”
He stayed at the table while you did as he said, leaving the curtain open just enough for him to peek through it. Then, you walked back out of the booth to take Spencer’s hand in yours.
“Come on,” you said with a nervous tremble in your voice.
There was little resistance from him when you pulled him from his seat to lead him into the booth. He sat down and watched your every move as you closed the curtain completely.
“That’s not what we just discussed,” he reminded you, hinting at the closed curtain.
“I know,” you said and winked. “But you’re not the unsub.”
“Club rules state that the customers aren’t allowed to touch the dancers but they can touch them. You don’t have to do that, though. If anyone really asks for a private dance, I’d suggest you keep an arm’s length of distance.”
“Unless it’s you?” You snickered as you approached him.
“Very funny,” he deadpanned. “And just for the record, you can also decline a private dance. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. As far as we know the unsub jumps his victims after the show on their way to the car.”
Your stomach turned at the thought of giving a lap dance to a serial killer. This really was a line you didn’t want to cross but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play along to spend more time with your favorite coworker.
“Okay, no more unsub talk,” you said with a playful tone. “I gotta practice the lap dance now.”
It seemed as if Spencer only realized now what you had in mind all along. You almost couldn’t believe that he thought you only wanted to talk this through. “Are you okay with this?” You asked to make sure. He confirmed by nodding.
“So, cutie,” you purred while brushing your hands over your sides. “What do you like?”
“Uhm…” he stuttered as he watched you move your body slowly in front of him.
Turning to your side, you arched your back to give him a perfect view of the curve of your backside. “Maybe this?” You teased.
Spencer licked his lips and audibly exhaled. His hands were placed on his thighs and you noticed how his fingers trembled slightly, as if he had to hold back from reaching out to touch you. To your surprise he actually answered, “Yes.”
Finding his eyes, you noticed how the gold of his irises had almost entirely been swallowed by the black of his pupils. You stepped closer until there was barely any distance between the two of you. He looked up at you with a certain hunger written all over his face. Placing your hand on his shoulders, you leaned forward to let him take a look at your cleavage.
“How about this?” You breathed and watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“You really are a vixen,” he groaned and closed his eyes for a moment.
That was when you dared to let your eyes drop to his lap, a smirk spreading over your face when you noticed the bulge straining against his pants. Heat started rushing to your center at the realization of the effect you had on him.
More than anything did you wish you could just drop down to your knees right then and there to take care of him. Licking your lips, you allowed yourself to imagine how his cock would feel pressed against your tongue.
Then Spencer opened his eyes again, forcing you to get back at least some of your composure. You knew you didn't have much time until your undercover mission officially started. It would certainly not be long enough to do what you really craved.
Still, you needed to be closer to him, even if it was just for a second.
“You seem tense,” you said as you took his hands in yours to move them away from his thighs. Then, you sat down on his lap, straddling him. “You should relax a little.”
His eyes were wide when he looked at you and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You brought his hands to your waist, urging him to touch you but he hesitated.
“Touching the dancers is against the club rules,” he mumbled.
“Good thing I don’t actually work here,” you quipped.
Suddenly you heard a high-pitched noise ringing in your ear. By the way Spencer jumped, he must have heard it too. “Sorry about that,” you heard Emily’s voice through the ear piece. “We were having technical difficulties. Can you guys hear me? The microphones should be working now.”
“Yes we can hear you,” Spencer answered.
“Damn, what are you guys doing?” You heard Luke’s voice and were reminded that the entire club was equipped with surveillance cameras.
Quickly getting up from Spencer’s lap, you cleared your voice and explained, “I uhm… was just practicing a lap dance.”
“Please tell me I don’t have to file a report to HR,” Emily sighed and you weren’t sure if she was joking or not.
“We just decided that private dances are off limits for her tonight,” Spencer informed your team leader as he got up from his seat and walked out of the booth right after you.
You turned your head to find his eyes. “Did we now?”
Spencer nodded, “It’s too dangerous.”
“Yeah we can’t risk giving civilians heart-attacks,” Penelope giggled through your ear-piece. “You look amazing, by the way.”
After talking everything through with your team once more, you went backstage again to freshen up and fix your hair and make-up. It wouldn’t be long until it was your turn on the stage.
When a very sweet dancer named Karma returned from the stage, she waved at you and said, “Vixen, you’re up next. Good luck, they are gonna love you!”
Your heart was pounding louder than the music when you approached the stage. The club was full, the air was hot and filled with the sweet perfumes of the dancers before you. The light was so bright you could barely see the crowd.
You tried to find him, anyway.
Spencer sat at the same spot as before when you finally found his eyes. He wore a soft smile and nodded at you, encouraging you to stick to the plan.
The club owner’s voice blared through the speakers, “Everyone make some noise for our new arrival Vixen!”
The crowd cheered and you started moving, following the steps you had practiced and repeating them in different variations over and over again. Every once in a while you looked for Spencer’s soft smile for reassurance and he was always there to provide just that. The longer you danced, the more you were reminded why pole dancing was a whole body workout after all.
When your muscles started aching, your time was finally up. You left the stage and disappeared in the changing room to sip some water and wait for further instructions.
“A tall man with a blue baseball cap asked the manager for a private dance with you,” Spencer informed you through your ear-piece. “He seemed very agitated when his request was denied. I’m gonna keep my eyes on him, he might be our unsub.”
“Thank you,” you whispered into your microphone, making sure the other women there wouldn’t notice.
It made you feel safe to know that Spencer had your back. You were certain that if anyone would lay as much as a finger on you, they would immediately feel the barrel of his gun on the back of their head.
You changed into your regular clothes and put on a jacket, getting ready to leave the club just like you rehearsed with your team.
“Is everyone in position?” You heard Emily’s voice. After everyone confirmed, she told you to leave the club through the backdoor.
Despite the exhaustion, your nerves were on edge, aware that the unsub might try to attack you any moment now. You had your gun in your purse and your hand ready to quickly grab it as you walked out the door.
Looking around, you didn’t see anyone, not even the members of the team even though you were certain they were there. They still needed probable cause to make an arrest.
“Suspect is approaching,” Spencer whispered.
Even though you expected him, you were still startled when you suddenly felt his presence behind you.
“You owe me a lap dance,” the man snarled at you as you turned around.
You already had your hand wrapped around your gun in your purse when he started approaching you with his arms reached out.
Spencer quickly appeared behind him with his gun pointed at the unsub, yelling, “FBI, don’t move!” He froze and stepped back. “If you touch her, you’re dead,” Spencer growled.
The rest of your team appeared to help with the arrest and hand the guy over to the local police. Relief washed over you when you realized that your undercover mission was successful. Once you got back to your hotel room, you couldn’t wait to wash off your make-up and take a shower.
After getting cleaned up you slipped into your pajama shorts and an oversized shirt, ready to get into bed. A firm knock on your hotel room door disrupted your plan. You had a feeling who you might find on the other side.
Spencer stood in the hallway, a concerned look on his face. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he said as you stepped aside to invite him in.
“I’m okay,” you confirmed with a tired smile on your face.
His sight grazed over your outfit, almost as if he were caressing your body with his eyes.
Spencer was still wearing his dress shirt and black pants and you wondered what he would look like in casual clothes. It was hard to imagine him in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants.
“You look more like yourself again,” he said, hinting at your clean face and casual clothes.
“Do you already miss Vixen?” You quipped.
“No,” he countered without hesitation. “I prefer you like this. You're even more beautiful without any make-up on.”
His straightforwardness let heat rush to your cheeks. It was as if the time you spent at the club with him changed something between the two of you. You always hoped for your feelings to be mutual but could never be sure before.
Spencer seemed tense when he continued speaking. “This was your first undercover mission and I know this one was very intense.”
You tried to lighten the mood. “So you don’t usually have to dance half-naked in front of serial killers when you go undercover?”
“Rarely,” he chuckled before being quiet for a second. “I know we asked a lot of you tonight.”
You thought back to when you suggested that mission. “You didn't. You never even wanted me to go undercover.”
“Yeah, I really did not want that,” he agreed.
“There was no need to worry, I knew you'd have my back,” you reassured him.
Spencer stepped closer to you, his eyes fixated on yours, a slight glimmer visible in the warm amber of his irises. “Can I be honest with you?”
With a nod you confirmed, prompting Spencer to keep talking.
“This mission was like torture to me.”
You felt your heart stop for a moment and a pit form in your stomach. Thinking back to earlier that night, you started to feel bad for being so bold.
“I'm very sorry. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable.”
To your surprise, your words made him chuckle. “That's not what I'm talking about. You didn't make me uncomfortable.”
That was relieving to hear. It also made you curious. “Then explain it to me, please.”
He took a step towards you. His tone was tense when he said, “It was torture because I hated seeing all those men looking at you, lusting after you. Nobody should be allowed to see you like that.”
Another step in your direction. Now your chests were almost touching and you were sure that Spencer must have been able to hear the accelerated beating of your heart.
He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over the skin of your neck before he whispered, “Nobody but me.”
It was then that all your remaining self-restraint broke. Swinging your arms around his neck, you pulled him against your body while capturing his lips with yours. With the same amount of eagerness he reciprocated your actions.
With one hand in the nape of your neck and the other on your back, he secured your position pressed against his body. A timid moan escaped your lips, an invitation Spencer gladly accepted by deepening the kiss. Time stood still as you got lost in this kiss, all the yearning and longing of the past few months finally unraveling.
Greedy hands found the buttons of his shirt, hastily undoing them one by one. He moved with you as you let the fabric slide over his shoulders and drop to the floor. With your hands against his chest, you moved Spencer to the edge of the bed, urging him to sit down. There was no resistance from him, he happily followed your lead.
You climbed into his lap just like you did at the club earlier, only this time there was no holding back from either of you. Spencer welcomed you on top of him like a queen on a throne. His hands wandered from your waist down to your hips, playfully squeezing your flesh before gently stroking your thighs. The sighs falling from your mouth only spurred him further on.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you confessed with a shaky breath.
“Me, too,” Spencer answered. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
Ever so slightly you shifted in his lap until you felt his hardness pressed against your core. A subtle twitch gave away how good the sudden pressure felt for him. When you dared to roll your hips against him once, Spencer whimpered into the kiss, a sound so delicious it sent a shockwave right to your center.
“I would have loved to do that earlier,” you snickered before you began moving.
Spencer groaned, “That would have been my downfall.”
Grinding against him, your kiss was interrupted by heavy breaths and desperate moans from the both of you. Spencer buried his fingertips into your hips so hard you were sure you’d find their imprints still visible in the morning. The friction you created between your legs let your arousal soak through your panties. There was still so much you wanted to do with him, so you decided to slow down the movement of your hips before it got too much for either of you.
Your lips left his in favor of kissing along his jawline, his stubble tickling your cheek. A rumble rolled through his chest when you began nipping the sensitive skin of his neck. His hands found the seam of your shirt and pushed it upwards, revealing your skin to him. Leaning back, you let him pull it over your head and toss it aside.
There was a moment of silence while he took in the glory that was your exposed body.
When he found your eyes again, he purred, “You’re so beautiful, it’s almost unreal.”
A soft kiss was placed against your collarbone while his hands found their home on your breasts, gently exploring the softness your body had to offer. When he placed your hardening peaks between his fingertips to apply some pressure, you moaned louder than you had anticipated.
Spencer looked at you as if he was witnessing a miracle, his cheeks heated, his eyes wide and pupils blown to the rim. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he praised you.
To his surprise, you got up from his lap without a warning and he whined in protest. Then, you fell to your knees in front of him, your hands flying to the waistband of his pants in an instant.
“There’s another thing I wanted to do earlier,” you cooed as you undid his pants.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he panted as he helped you shed the rest of his clothes.
When Spencer’s body was completely unveiled right in front of you, you took your time to let your sight roam over his body. His chest was flushed and heaving, his tummy looked soft and had a trail of hair leading down to the dark curls at the base of his cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and watched as a bead of precum rolled over the swollen tip.
Leaning closer, Spencer could feel your hot breath against him. He watched you intently only to shut his eyes for a second when you gave his hardness a gentle squeeze. He twitched against your palm in response. Your tongue swiped over your lips to wet them. You could feel your mouth watering.
Then Spencer did something you hadn’t expected. He begged.
With a soft and broken voice, you heard him say, “Please…”
To end his suffering, you began kissing along his shaft before licking over his tip. Spencer shuddered beneath you and made sounds so desperate you could have gotten drunk on them. Your lips closed around him and Spencer threw his head back, muttering some curse words you had never heard from him before.
He felt hot and heavy against your tongue when you sank down on him slowly. You began moving with a steady rhythm, your hand covering what your throat couldn’t.
“Feels so good,” he muttered.
You would have been very happy to let him fall over the edge this way, curious to taste his release but when he got close to his breaking point, you felt his hand on your jaw.
“Slow down, please.”
After releasing him from your mouth, you placed a soft kiss on his tip before looking at him.
“Tell me what you need,” you said while you kept slowly stroking his erection.
He grabbed your wrist to stop you from touching him. “I need you,” he cooed and helped you get up from the floor. “Come here.”
After guiding you onto the mattress, he laid down beside you before he kissed you once more. One of his hands moved down your body, over your chest, your stomach and finally, between your legs. He brushed over the fabric of your shorts, certainly noticing how damp they already were. Slipping his hand beneath the waistband, he pushed down your shorts a little.
Hurried and ungracefully, you quickly got rid of your shorts and panties to give him full access to your skin. Your desperate action made Spencer chuckle but he didn’t say anything. Instead he kissed you again while he pushed your thighs apart with his hand.
Then, he finally made contact with two of his fingers. He dragged them along your folds, spreading your arousal even more before finding your swollen bud.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed against your lips.
You smirked into the kiss while one of your hands wrapped around his erection again. “And you’re so hard,” you teased him.
Spencer didn’t let you distract him, he seemed determined to bring you pleasure by the way he circled your most sensitive spot. When he was sure you were ready, his fingertips found your entrance and slowly sank into you. The intrusion was very welcome. Your walls began fluttering against his digits the faster he moved.
“Spencer…,” you sighed when you got closer to the edge much sooner than you had anticipated.
Lazily you stroked his length while he worked his hand against your core. Spencer knew what he was doing and you could have easily unravelled this way. That was not what you wanted right then, though.
“I need your cock,” you sighed instead. “Need it inside me.”
He groaned at your words before he removed his hand from your center. You couldn’t believe your eyes when he brought them to his mouth to clean your essence off his fingers. Never before had you seen anything so sinful. It turned you on more than you thought was possible.
Now it was your turn to beg. “Fuck me, Spencer. Now, please!”
Your desperation made him smirk. “You’re on birth control, right?” He wanted to make sure as he kneeled between your legs.
“Yes I am. I also just got tested. So will you please fuck me now?”
“Gladly,” he groaned as he leaned over you.
He guided his cock to your folds and dragged it along them to coat it with your arousal before he slowly pushed into you. Inch by inch he sunk into you, stretching you open to accommodate his size. When you had enveloped him completely, he captured your lips in a kiss once more.
Your core pulsed around him as if your body was begging him to finally start moving. He obliged as he began pushing into you, slowly at first but quickly accelerating his motions until the bed frame was shaking.
“Fuck,” he whined. “You feel so good. So tight for me.”
The room filled with the sound of your bodies colliding and the song of pleasure falling from your lips.
You were at a loss for words, already blissed out and dancing along the edge of glory after just a few thrusts. Moans and sighs escaped your throat as you got even tighter around him. Spencer noticed the state you were in and changed the angle slightly to provide even more pressure.
“Come for me,” he whispered as he dropped his hand to where your bodies met to draw circles around your nub with his thumb.
And how could you deny him that? With a particularly forceful push you reached your breaking point, your entire body shaking beneath him as you came. Spencer guided you through the euphoria with precise thrusts, determined to maximize your pleasure. When you clenched around him one final time, he finally lost his composure, too.
“I’m so close,” he mumbled as he pushed into you erratically. “Where do you want me to…?”
“Inside,” you sighed. “Come inside me, please!”
Hearing those words pushed him over the edge, spilling his essence into you as you ground your hips against his. He collapsed into your arms and you were happy to catch him. A tired kiss was placed on your cheek before Spencer buried his face into the crook of your neck.
You held him tightly against your body, even when breathing became a little more difficult with his weight on top of you. Gentle fingertips drew circles on his back until you felt the mixed evidence of your shared desire dripping down your thighs.
“We should get cleaned up,” you breathed, urging Spencer to get up.
“Stay,” he said. “I can take care of that.”
He disappeared in the bathroom for a moment, cleaning himself up before returning with a damp towel. Sitting down beside you, he touched your thigh and cooed, “Open up for me please.”
After hesitating for a moment, you did as he asked and he began to thoroughly and carefully rid you of any remaining stickiness. You shuddered when the towel moved over your sensitive bud and Spencer apologized although there was nothing to be sorry for. No man before him had shown you so much care and affection and it warmed your heart. When he was done, he put the towel aside and found his home inside your embrace, where he stayed for the rest of the night.
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