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6 PM ∣ Spencer Reid Fic

Summary: Spencer has very eagerly awaited your return home and he did not like to be kept waiting.

A/N: This entire fic literally came to me as I was writing 6 AM. I was thinking of titles in the back of my mind, and at one point was trying to describe Spencer’s behavior as night and day then BOOM- 6 PM was born. Anyways, enjoy some smut, ya filthy animals.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fingering, Oral sex (female receiving), Mild exhibitionism (phone), cursing

WC: 2.1k

Coming home to Spencer was objectively the best part of my day. The annoyances and the stress all melted away as soon as my key turned the lock, knowing he was on the other side of the door.

I twisted my key in the door and was surprised when it opened before I could even fully twist the knob. I looked up to see my handsome man standing in the doorway with a hungry look in his hooded eyes.

I grinned and stepped inside, expecting to be welcomed home with kisses and a ‘How was your day?’. What I was welcomed with was far from it.

Spencer’s hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, closing the door quickly behind me before flattening my back against it, caging me with his body.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he breathed. His knuckles slowly brushed the side of my face.

Once my brain caught up to my body, my eyes searched his and found a dark hunger that made my heartbeat pound in the junction of my thighs.

“I’m sorry-”

“I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he said. His tone was playful, but paired with the look in his eyes I knew better than to think he was joking. That didn’t stop me from plastering a wicked grin on my face, though. “In that case, I’m really sorry.”

My hands snaked around his waist, forming fists in the material of his shirt, pulling it taut around his torso.

Our lips crashed together, his impatient avidity heating the space between us. I teased him with a quick sweep of my tongue across his bottom lip before pulling my head back when he leaned forward. I smiled against his lips, but was quickly made aware of the severity of my mistake.

One hand skated up and over my chest, resting on my collarbone while the other flexed around my hip. He raked my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down harder as the plump skin dragged between them. A whimper escaped my throat, the mix of pain and pleasure creating a pool of heat low in my belly.

He rolled his hips forward slightly, alerting me to the presence of the bulge growing in his pants.

A hungry moan left my lips and spilled into his mouth, fueling the fire burning between us. His hands flew to my hair, lacing his fingers through and grabbing a fistful in one while the other pulled me impossibly closer by the nape of my neck.

The shrill cry of his phone ringing cut through the electric charge in the air, ruining a perfectly good moment. He pulled away from me, leaving me breathless as he casually walked away to answer. I swiped my thumb across my bruised lip and inspected it for blood before trying to read his body language from across the room to determine if he’d be swept away for a case or not.

I huffed and smoothed my dress, making my way over to him. He paced around the living room, his eyes darting left and right, processing and figuring. He looked so cute when he was concentrating. What a shame it would be if someone were to… distract him.

I plopped down on the couch and bent over to start unbuckling the strap around my ankle. Spencer waving caught my attention from my peripheral. He covered the bottom half for a second and tilted the phone away from him for a moment. “Leave them on,” he whispered.

Oh?

A wicked grin spread across my lips as he rambled on about some gory happenings in a city a few towns over. I sauntered over and stood in front of him, sure to make heavy enough eye contact for him to furrow his brow before I dropped to my knees.

He shot me a warning look that I promptly ignored, running my hands up his legs to the front of his thighs. I palmed him through the fabric of his pants, looking up through my lashes to see his jaw clenched and his fist coming up to cover his mouth, biting a knuckle.

My hand wandered, pawing coyly until I felt him harden under my touch.

“Yeah, mhm. Okay-”

I began unbuttoning his pants, humming to myself as his hand came down and closed around my wrist. He looked genuinely shocked at my behavior. Served him right for earlier.

Unphased, I used my other hand to pick up where the other left off.

“Alright, thanks.” He tapped the screen and looked down at me, his eyebrows raised.

I smiled sweetly and stood up, dusting off my knees.

“You almost made me hang up on my boss!”

“Hmm, Emily would have understood.” I pressed a quick kiss to his lips and patted him through his pants.

I turned to walk towards the kitchen, leaving him standing there with a half-hard cock and his jaw on the ground.

“How does Chinese sound for dinner?” I asked, digging through a drawer of miscellaneousness to find the glossy pamphlet.

“Sounds good. Will you call and order?” he called from the bedroom.

I nodded to myself, leaning over the counter to flip through the menu to decide. This place had quickly become our go-to take out spot; a quaint family-run hole in the wall with decent pricing and portion sizes.

“I don’t know why you flip through it if you’re going to get the same thing every time,” he laughed from behind me. “Because!” I countered, the one word being my only rebuttal. He wasn’t wrong.

His hands slid around my hips, while he rubbed his hips against my backside. I smiled to myself at his bulge having not yet resolved itself.

I dialed the number we both- well, I, knew by heart and held the phone to my ear, lazily swaying my hips from my bent over position. His fingers flexed around my hips, forming a grip.

A bored sounding voice answered the phone. “Thank you for calling CC’s Chinese Cuisine. Can you hold?”

“Yeah, I can hold.”

I stood and spun around, throwing one arm over his shoulder while the other held the phone to my ear. I toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging it a little with a wink. His eyes raked over my face, dark and hooded like they were when I first got home.

His hands on my hips quickly spun me back around, one hand flying to the space between my shoulder blades to bend me over again.

The change of pace made my head spin for a moment and my cheeks flush. His hands quickly made their way to the hem of my dress, lifting it to the small of my back. A small giggle escaped my lips at his brashness. I turned around expecting to see a playful look on his face, but found his jaw clenched, watching me intently instead. One hand moved to gather the fabric of my dress while the other skated along the skin of my belly at the waistline of my underwear. My breath hitched as his fingers made their way past the barrier.

“Thank you for holding. How can I help you?” Somehow the voice on the phone sounded even more bored than before.

“Wh- Um, yes I’d like to place an order for delivery, please.”

My free hand on the counter moved to stop the southbound motion of his hand. His hand deftly avoided mine, instead grabbing my hand and placing it firmly on the counter again.

His hand returned, this time landing directly on its mark, slipping a finger between my folds.

“Sp-”

He shushed me and rolled his hips, pressing his hardness into my backside again.

“Go ahead.”

Spencer’s finger worked in quick circles, swirling around my clit then pushing into me, joined by another digit moments later. His thrusts were slow at first, coaxing my wetness to slide down his fingers. His hand remained on the small of my back, keeping me compromised and at his mercy.

“Can I please have an orange chicken w-with lo mein noodles-” I brought the phone away from my mouth, silencing a moan. “A-and a beef and broccoli with veggie fried r-rice.”

“Okay,” the voice droned.

The irony was not lost on me that the lack of enthusiasm on the other end of the phone was being met and exceeded by the red, hot coil winding in my core.

“Don’t forget the rangoons,” he whispered from behind me.

Son of a bitch, I wanted to be off of this god damned phone call already.

“I’d like to add an order of crab rangoons to that as well, please.” I squeaked out.

“Let me check if we have anymore. Can you hold?”

“Mmmm, so wet.” Spencer said, only loud enough for me to hear. My hand flew to my mouth to cover the gasp threatening to escape.

His fingers switched their tempo, now curving just so before diving deeper with each thrust.

“YES. Yes. Uh huh, I’ll hold.” As soon as I heard the phone be put down and the voice shouting in the background, I slammed my fist against the counter and let out the frustrated moan I’d been trying to suppress.

“Fucking hell, Spencer! What are you-”

He didn’t answer, instead removing his hand and dropping to his knees, pulling my underwear down with him. With my heels still on, he was at perfect eye level with the mess he was making.

He hummed from behind me, dragging a single finger through the wetness threatening to drip down my thighs.

I swallowed the pant crawling up my throat as the voice came back on the phone.

“Okay we have them. Is that all?”

Spencer’s hands found their way to the tops of my thighs, forcing them apart before laying a long lick between my folds, damn near knocking me off my feet. I felt my legs start to shake as his laps got quicker, the sounds of his moans into me enough to make me cry.

“Yep, mhm, that’s all” I squeaked, biting my finger between my teeth to contain the scream building in my throat. His fingers crept their way up to my clit again, slipping to form quick circles as his mouth and tongue continued to work.

“Okay, that’ll be, uh-” the voice hesitated, and I could faintly hear keys clacking on the other end. At this point I wasn’t sure what was going to come first, me or the total.

God, I could fucking scream.

“$23.50.” the voice said. “Give it 30 minutes or so.”

“Okaythanksbye” I rushed, smashing the end button and pulling the phone away from my face. At this point, I couldn’t be bothered to be polite.

Spencer’s mouth continued relentlessly- sucking and thrusting while his fingers formed a V and slid on either side of my clit, gently squeezing and drawing downward slightly. Stars started to cloud my vision as a guttural moan left my chest, finally able to escape my body.

My head fell to the side, my cheek pressed up against the cool counter top- the hot and cold offering a new sense of stimulation to my poor body.

“Oh, god.”

He moaned against me as my walls spasmed around his fingers, my orgasm racking through my body like glass shattering, creating a mosaic of pleasure. The white hot fire coursing through my veins illuminated me from within like a stained glass masterpiece at a chapel. Spencer was on his knees worshipping me, devouring me like the blood and body of Christ himself on a holy Sunday. His name left my mouth like a prayer as I begged him for mercy and repented for my sins.

My body fell limp on the countertop, my chest heaving as broken breaths shuddered from my lungs. Spencer’s fingers slowed and his lips pressed soft kisses against my cheeks as I put my pieces back together again. He chuckled from his position on his knees and dragged one last finger through my wetness before popping it into his mouth and sucking it clean.

The sight alone made me knees weak and reignited the flame in my belly. My attempt to stand was thwarted by my legs going into full Bambi mode, struggling to balance in my heels. Spencer stood and grabbed my hips, offering his support while stifling a laugh. I shot him the dirtiest look I could manage in my fragile state.

“He probably knew what was happening!” I whined.

“Yeah, I don’t think he would mind,” he said on a wink.

“You know,” he said casually, “We still have about 27 minutes.”

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ragnarachael · 4 years

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I am a big fan of your writing and was wondering if you could write something where peter (and maybe aunt may) finds out his sister and tony are dating?

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Sister!Reader, Tony Stark x Parker!Reader

Summary: You and Tony thought you were good at sneaking around in the tower, but that all changes when Peter walks in on something you never wanted him to see.

Author’s Ramblings: i tried to work may in the best i could, but in the end i just couldn’t, i’m sorry! maybe whenever i’m up to it i’ll do one for may! also, anon i could never thank you enough for loving my stuff. i’m trying not to ramble on this, but thank you so much for your support! (i hope i haven’t used this gif before) ((btw if this isn’t stellar i apologize i had to take a lot of breaks writing this))

Hiding from your brother was easy. Painfully easy when you were an independent adult that could easily make her own life choices. However, when it came to you and Tony Stark—your brother’s mentor, forchristsake—it was hard hiding the big secret.

You were dating Tony Stark. That’s plain as day to almost everyone in the tower when you’re coming in and picking up shifts left and right. That’s what was becoming the hard part.

Hiding it from Peter. Which in turn, was hiding it from May. Tony was a solid couple of years older than you for sure, and since he’s already so close with your family, it would definitely come as a shock and would probably cause Peter to have a stroke of some kind.

You didn’t want that for your baby brother.

Telling Tony this information came easy; he understood completely as to why you wanted to keep it under wraps. So Peter wouldn’t lose his mind, and May wouldn’t have to give anyone a stern talking to. So you compromised. The days Peter came for his “internship” at the tower, you had the days off.

Not all of the days, obviously, so you didn’t come off as suspicious to him. The last thing you need is Peter putting two and two together. You made sure that your schedules would overlap as much as they usually did so Peter didn’t think too hard about anything.

It was easy.

Until, of course, you and Tony started taking risks.

They started out calculated. From the amount of time you had in Tony’s luscious office all the way down to what clothes you wore to make everything a little easier on your “breaks”. But as all risks do, things started to get sloppy.

Tony would stop keeping track of time, and you would be too wrapped up with.. Things to care about what was going on around you properly.

Hell, Steve and Natasha had walked in on said things multiple times by now that you and Tony were used to it. That’s when you knew it was starting to get dangerous. If Captain America and the Black Widow knew about your time with Tony, who knows who would be next?

Sadly, the one person you didn’t want it to be.

Peter.

It happened... painfully fast. Too fast for anyone to really know what was happening properly.

You were perched on Tony’s desk, eagerly starting your time with him by making out as he pinned your hips to the desk with his own. Your neat button up was already untucked from your formal slacks and unbuttoned to show a significant amount of your chest, and Tony was still fully clothed.

When Peter just walked into the office, eyes trained on his phone.

“Hey, Mr. Stark—”

Peter’s words died the instance he whipped his head up to see his mentor’s face buried in your nearly exposed chest. Tony’s body was shielding your own from your brother’s innocent eyes, his head whipping up to look over at him.

It was quiet. No one said anything. Your grip on Tony tightened significantly due to your worst fear finally coming to light. Both your eyes and Tony’s were on Peter’s who had his jaw practically to the floor in shock. His grip was looking painfully tight on his phone that looked like it might snap.

“Pete, I—”

Peter cut you off immediately with a shake of his head, calmly turning around as he shoved his phone into his pocket before moving to head back into the hall, slamming the door shut behind him.

“We’re in it now,” you mumbled nervously as Tony straightened up significantly, his own anxieties rising under his skin.

“We’ll be fine.”

“Tony,” you started slowly, “I know you mean well, but trust me, we’re in it.”

“It can’t be that bad, babe—”

“Peter’s going to lose his mind, and he’s going to contact May first because she calms him down when I can’t,” you explained quickly, gently shoving his body from your own as you were quick to button up your shirt once more. “It’s gonna be a shitstorm depending on the reaction. Tony, we’ve been caught. Found out. Whatever word you use—”

Tony was quick to cut your rambling off with a gentle kiss, his hands cupping your face gently. He pulled away after you surrendered under his touch and spoke your name sternly.

“We are going to be fine. Absolutely fine. We’re adults. May understands that. Thankfully she’ll talk Peter down about it and we’ll just have to do some damage control.”

You decided to believe Tony’s words in the moment. How could you not? He sounded confident about the outcome. You were quick to sort out how you looked and had Tony give you one last pep talk before you headed out to find Peter.

But he was already standing outside the door, pressed completely against the door as he stared into the opposite wall, breathing almost as if he had just ran a marathon. You were sure the door closed behind you gently before you placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Pete...”

“Please, please tell me that you drugged me or something.”

You couldn’t help but let out a snort, shaking your head. “Much to your dismay, no.”

Peter took a deep breath and turned his head to look at you before groaning. His hands moved up to rub at his eyes aggressively as you kept your hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, we were going to say something when we felt the time was right—”

“How long?” Peter cut you off, his voice seemed too overwhelmed with emotion for you to figure out what he was feeling. But you could sense some dejection.

“Uh.. About uh,” you stumbled. You glanced at the office door momentarily as you tried to gather the whirlwind relationship into a time frame. “Almost two months, I think?”

“That’s.. That’s not too bad. I would have expected a year,” Peter replied quietly. He kept his head down. “Why Mr. Stark? Is this an elaborate plan you and May created to stop—”

“May doesn’t even know!” You rushed out, your grip on his shoulder unintentionally tightening before you pulled your hand away completely to start pacing in the empty hall.

Peter’s head snapped up to watch you, his eyes wide with shock.

“What?”

“May doesn’t know,” you repeated slower, taking a few breaths as you rubbed your hands together nervously. “May told me that Tony would be trouble when I told her about him coming by the apartment to tell us about the “September Foundation”. Obviously, I didn’t listen.”

Peter took a minute to process your words, trying to recall back to all those months ago.

“Wait, so Mr. Stark was really flirting with you when I got home that day?”

You stopped pacing to roll your eyes and stare at your brother, your hands going to your hips. “Yes.”

“But you fed him May’s Walnut Date Loaf? That’s murder, not...not—”

“I didn’t want to be a bad host! This is beside the point,” you huffed, standing in front of Peter now, your hands gently landing on both of his shoulders to gently shake him around. “You know that I love you and I wanted to tell you, right?”

Peter scrunched his face up before nodding. “I know you love me. I just.. Mr. Stark?”

“Trust me, I’m surprised as you are.” You leaned forwards to press a kiss to his forehead. “He’s quite the character.”

Peter scoffed, seeming a bit more comfortable about the situation as he gave you a look. “Says you.”

You rolled your eyes and let a hand come up and run through Peter’s stale feeling hair, scrunching your nose up at the texture. Peter opened his mouth to say something as Tony threw the door open casually before stepping out and giving you both an innocent smile.

“Peter. Ms. Parker.”

“Tony—”

“No no, don’t worry about me,” Tony waved as he spoke, trying to silence you. “You two keep having your moment—”

“Mr. Stark, please drop the act,” Peter whined, also moving to swat your hand away from his hair. “Your secret is safe with me, but we have to have a talk.”

You and Tony didn’t miss how Peter puffed his chest out slightly. It was cute, Peter trying to be confident.

“Okay, we can go down to the shop and uh..” Tony trailed off quietly as he glanced at you for confirmation that he wasn’t going to get an earful. You gave a subtle nod. “Work on 17A a bit, maybe?”

“Yeah,” you encouraged, giving Peter’s hair one last run through before he could catch you before shoving him Tony’s way. “Go shock him a few times for me. I’ve got some paperwork to fill out.”

Peter gave you an incredulous look before a small smirk formed on his lips. He definitely took that as permission.

Peter was quick to give you a proper goodbye before excitedly leading Tony to the nearest elevator. Tony looked at you over his shoulder, giving his trademark smile he usually gave you when he thought he had everything under control.

However, you knew Peter would shock the hell out of him, and you looked forward to the notification from FRIDAY.

Once your brother and boyfriend were out of sight, you fished out your phone from your pocket, trying to craft a good speech to give to May once you and Peter were back for dinner tonight.

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