#sub!spencie

[slowburningechoes]

You did such an amazing job on the previous fic!!!

Okay same premise with sub!spencer having a plug in that vibrates, but shopping for pretty lingerie for him. 👀 tysm!!!!!

he would look so good in those pretty little things cw: 18+ content/MINORS DNI, sub!spencer x softdom!reader, exhibitionism, public sex, piv sex, lingerie, feminization, praise, degradation, anal stimulation word count: 1.2k

pretty boys deserve pretty things

"I hear one noise out of you then I won't let you wear your presents for a whole week, okay, pretty boy?" you disclose sternly.

"Y-yes, ma'am," Spencer forces out, wiggling with a combination of discomfort and anticipation in the passenger's seat. "I'll behave - I promise."

It had taken a little while for Spencer to fully dive into these more intense sub behaviors - wearing a vibrating lavender plug in public while you brought him into a store full of lingerie with the intent to buy him some gorgeous new outfits.

He had always enjoyed wearing frilly things in private, even purchasing a few school girl skirts in college and taking polaroids of himself in them (and occasionally silk or lace panties) to boost his self confidence. Admitting it to you, however, was a much more secretive and drawn out process. He would let you tie him up and use him every which way, stretching his ass out with your fingers and any toy that would fit, but when you caught him admiring himself in the mirror while wearing your black lace set with a matching garter, his face immediately turned beet red and apologies flowed from his lips. Spencer was embarrassed beyond words, but it flipped a switch in you that made you consumed with the feral need to take him over.

The discoveries stayed in private until now. You had told him about how you wanted to go shop for some new little outfits for him, but before you left his apartment he was sobbing with need as he stroked his cock and desperately begged to be filled up. How could you deny him? You couldn't. So, you placed lube upon the tip of the plug and gently pushed it into him until cum spurted from his twitching cock and stained the bed sheets. (You would worry about those later.) Afterwards, you demand he get dressed and come with you to pick out some new items to show off... and here Spencer sat beside of you - stretched, stuffed, and squirming - just the way you liked him.

As you entered the lingerie store, you opened the app on your phone to turn on the vibration setting for the plug, causing Spencer to gulp loudly.

"Behave," you whispered, giving him a glare. "You want to look pretty don't you?"

All he could manage was an "uh huh" as you moved as a pair to admire the numerous outfits that lined the edges of the store.

"Mmm, what do you think of this velvety emerald set, Spencie?" you tease, running one hand along the fabric and the other moving to increase the vibration of the plug.

Spencer mumbled a curse word under his breath and you saw the bulge in his pants grow harder.

"Spence?" you say again, nudging him with your elbow.

"Hm?" his attention jerks back to you. "This one? I-it's gorgeous."

Your fingers slide to the bottom of the underwear to reveal an open slit from the middle of the front all the way to the back side. "And it's all around easy access, too." You smirk up at him deviously.

Spencer practically read your thoughts and imagined his own fantasies coming to fruition while wearing the piece. "This is definitely one that we need."

You pull it down from the rack and lay it over your forearm before continuing to stroll alongside of him as he now led the way to an icy purple silk set on the mannequin. The purple was matched perfectly to the plug that filled him and the bra was delicately sheen with tiny cap sleeves and a perfectly sized bow placed in the middle of the cups. The panties matched perfectly and presented just enough cheekiness that he knew he would still be comfortable. It was soft and delicate looking and you could tell by the wide look in his eyes that he was completely in love with it. As he reached to read the tag, though, his expression seemed disappointed.

"What is it, baby?" you inquire, rubbing his shoulder softly.

"It's a medium..." he mumbles, discouraged since he didn't see it anywhere else in the store.

You cup his face gently with your hand to reassure him before calling the well-dressed merchandiser over to help. "I was wondering if you could check the back to see if we can find this in a small, by chance?"

"Of course!" the lady smiled before promptly moving to the back room.

Five minutes had passed and Spencer was still obviously anxious despite you slowly lowering the vibration level and helping him pick out a pretty mauve corset to buy as well. You didn't know what to do if they didn't have this piece, you hated seeing your baby disappointed - especially when he can't have something that would make him look so pretty.

As Spencer paced down the aisle beside the backroom door, it suddenly swung open and by some miracle she had found his perfect outfit.

"It took a little digging, but I finally found it!" she exclaimed. "Are you ready to check out or would you like a dressing room?"

Both of you spoke simultaneously, "Dressing room."

It was a tight squeeze for the both of you in the close quarters, but the arousal pulling between your legs desperately needed Spencer to try on at least one of his outfits - and you guessed correctly which one it would be.

The silk sheen and light lavender hue complimented him perfectly and the bow in the middle was the icing on the cake. Spencer twirled around in the mirror and beamed a satisfied grin in your direction. He looked fragile and gorgeous with the contrast of his aching swollen cock peaking out the hem of the panties, and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him. So, you pushed him against the wall and kissed him fiercely, your fingers intertwining in his flowing curls.

"You look so perfect in this, pretty boy," you hummed against his skin, sucking against his neck and leaving a light purple mark. "I don't think I can wait until we get home."

"F-fuck, me neither," he replied, bringing you back in for another deep kiss. "Can you please turn up the vibration again after I get out of these clothes, baby?"

"Feels good, hmmm?" you tease, moving to find your phone and do as he asked.

"Y-yes, ma'am. So good I'm afraid I'd cum in my pants before you had the chance to make me feel good and - and then I'd ruin my outfit," Spencer elaborated, slipping the panties down to reveal his dick slapped straight up on his stomach.

You loved how pitiful and needy his words sounded, causing that fire of domination to ignite within you, physically moving him to sit on the small bench against the wall so that you could straddle him.

"Lingerie or not, you always look so precious and innocent - and I really really love corrupting you," you groan softly, lining him up with your soaked entrance.

"Ohhh god, y/n..." Spencer whimpered as you sank down onto him further, his head thrown back against the wooden divider. "I-I love being corrupted by you and t-this f-fucking amazing pussy."

"Good," you manage to say, the pleasure nearly escaping your lips in a too-loud moan, "because this isn't over when we get home and your going to wear one as I bend you the fuck over and stretch you out with my strap-on, hm?"

Spencer has to catch a gasp in his throat because of the combination of stimulation and his now active imagination, but he couldn't wait to let it all out for you tonight.

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

Wildest Dreams | Reidams

A/N - This is for Maze’s @tobias-hankel Pre-Whumptober Challenge and was influenced by their fic Dad or Daddy. Please read the tags carefully and DNI if you are triggered by any of the topics mentioned.

Bad Thing: rape / non-con

Bad Person: Cat Adams

One Line Prompt: “Are you going to be the boy who cried rape again, Spencie?”

Summary - Right before Cat Adams is executed she can’t help but ruminate on the things she didn’t do…

Warnings - dead dove do not eat, rape non-con, non consensual somnophilia, post Date Night, nightmares, swearing, brief mention of male masturbation, talk of death penalty, oral (m receiving), handjob, restraints, penetrative, unprotected sex, belly bulge, sub! Spencer, Dom! Cat (at least right up until the end), tears, choking.

WC - 4.8k

Ever since Spencer Reid’s release from Milburn, he’d been suffering from nightmares. At least once a week he would awake in a cold sweat, his throat ravaged from screaming, heart thumping aggressively against his chest. After four months it had just become the norm to him and honestly he got used to them, started to almost lean into them. 

But after four months the nightmares of being trapped in a cell, of being beaten and forced to sling drugs warped into something different entirely, some might say they were worse and on the surface Spencer would agree with that summation. However internally, these new dreams didn’t scare him as much as they should. 

They revolved less around prison and more around the woman who put him in there. Those intense dark eyes and sinful visage of the woman who made his life hell, who had him arrested, had his mother kidnapped and claimed to have had him sexually assaulted. 

“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” 

“What, did she pretend to be you?” 

“Why? Would that have worked?”

“No.”

“Yeah I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid ‘hot or not’ list.” 

But the thing was, Cat Adams didn’t know where she stood on that list because as much as Spencer would rather die than admit as much out loud, he found Cat to be unfathomably attractive. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful and alluring but he admired her brain, no matter how sick and twisted it could be at times. And so he found he didn’t actually mind when his prison nightmares shifted to dreams of Cat climbing into his bed and having her wicked way with him.

These dreams still caused him to awake with his heart rampantly beating and oftentimes screaming but for completely different reasons. And he would find himself painfully aroused and even sometimes he would wake to discover he had come in his pyjama pants. 

These dreams continued for years, he told himself it was just his brain's own way of dealing with the trauma of being sexually assaulted, the only way he was able to process the fact that Cat had Lindsey violate him in such a way. 

And then he’d had to come face to face with her again after Cat’s partner kidnapped Max’s father and sister. 

“You haven’t done me? You sexually violated me in Mexico.” 

“I did? Are you sure? The drugs that made you hallucinate, they flood your brain with serotonin, right? So what does that mean when it comes to…?”

“It’s similar to MDMA, it’s hard too…”

“That’s right. Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie, it’s not a good look.” 

Of course it was a relief to know Lindsey hadn’t raped him, but it didn’t stop those dreams, if anything they became even more vivid, especially after he finally found out what it would be like to kiss her. 

Honestly when she’d stood in the doorway of his apartment, looking at him the way she had been, it had been impossible for him not to kiss her. He didn’t even care that Luke and Prentiss and the SWAT team were there to witness it, he physically couldn’t keep his hands off of her for another second. 

And in truth, had Max not been behind that door he may well have dragged Cat inside of his apartment and fucked her right then and there. He knew how wrong it was, he knew he should be disgusted by her. But Spencer wanted Cat with a white hot burning rage even if it was taboo. 

It was inevitable that he wouldn’t make things work with Max after that kiss, he may never be able to make things work with anyone after that experience. Their terrible third date had been their last and after walking her to the elevators at the BAU, Spencer never saw her again.

In the weeks that followed Spencer spent most of his sleeping hours and countless amounts of his waking ones thinking about Cat Adams. If his team noticed he was preoccupied they didn’t mention anything, but then again when did they? 

The day before Cat’s scheduled execution date, Spencer felt an odd sense of unease all day. He had planned to go to Mount Pleasant tomorrow, look her in the eye one last time but he’d talked himself out of it. He needed to put Cat behind him once and for all and watching her die wasn’t going to make up for all the things she’d put him through.

The world was a better place without Cat Adams, that he was certain of. But also couldn’t help but wish he had the chance to do more than just kiss her. Although, if it had ever actually come to it he was certain he wouldn’t have followed through with his hidden desires. That was one line Spencer could not cross and if he did he would never come back from it. It probably wouldn’t stop him from dreaming about it though. 

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[sinfulspencer]

hello yes it’s me your gf (I hope no one knows who is this cus I’m about to be expose 😃🤌🏼)

You ask for sub!spencer… so HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT you should do where the reader and Spencer are at the field/work and Spencer acts like a dom because he thinks he is to the reader and the reader is like “fuck no I’m the fucking dom in this bitch” so later on the reader shows him who’s really the dom.

listen this is the only way I can think about one right now but I can’t think of one because I’m very much a ****** but mostly a ***😃

Mwah tu novia (you better know who) <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (sub!Spencer, dom!Reader), dirty talking, light verbal degradation, heavy teasing hair pulling, oral sex (fem receiver), handjob, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Words: 5.5k

A.N.: I was waiting for someone to request something like this. I had so much fun writing it ;) also hehe ur my cute little bottom, but don’t worry, your identity is safe!

“I like Y/N. She’s a hell of a woman just because she has to put up with you.”

You turn your head when you spot Morgan stepping out of the changing room followed by Doctor Reid. They’re sipping on his coffee, enjoying the dark liquid that is supposed to wake them up after last night’s event that took place in a very weird karaoke bar.

You haven’t exactly slept because you came home with Spencer at five in the morning. Both of you decided not to go to bed. Instead, you took a shower together, you had a very slow but delicious breakfast in bed and then headed to work.

Spencer and Derek are too busy talking to each other to notice you lingering in the hallway with your cup of coffee in your hands and JJ by your side. She’s talking to Penelope inside the breakroom as both of you wait for her to finish making her cup of tea, but you’re eavesdropping on Spencer and Derek’s conversation.

“I keep her at bay, you know.”

Raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s sentence, you cross your arms to your chest. He keeps you at what?

“Her? She’s wild, Reid. I don’t believe you can.”

“You don’t know me that well then, Morgan. You may think she’s in control of our relationship but clearly, she’s not.” - says Spencer, a little laugh leaving his lips - “You remember last night, don’t you?”

Derek’s nose twitches, his eyes finding yours for a split second. You’re staring at him with a smirk over your lips but your expression says everything he needs to know: either Spencer is lying, or you’re a very good actress.

You raise your cup of coffee as a way of waving at him and Derek touches Spencer’s shoulder with his, pointing to your direction. Your boyfriend turns around and when he notices you’re standing not too far from where he is, he blushes.

Ah, poor baby. He doesn’t know what’s in store for him!

“Give me a second.” - you tell JJ, touching her elbow - “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving her side, you start walking towards Spencer and you can see him squirming in his own spot. Morgan leans against the wall of the hallway and takes a sip of coffee, hoping the sugary and dark liquid gives him the strength not to laugh at the scene you’re probably going to cause.

Once you reach the two of them, you put a hand over Spencer’s shoulder.

“Good morning Derek, good morning love.” - you press a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek - “What are you guys talking about?”

Spencer doesn’t open his mouth, the grip you have on his hips tightening. Your fingers are digging into the soft flesh of his waist covered by his smooth shirt, knowing exactly he loves being touched like this by you. He can’t let Morgan know that you have some kind of control over him right now - always.

“Nothing much, bunny.” - says Morgan, using Spencer’s favourite nickname for you - “Your boyfriend was just telling me how much fun you had last night at the karaoke.”

You hum, taking a sip of your coffee. “I had, yes. We should do this again! Isn’t that right, love?”

Spencer bites his bottom lip, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You try not to furrow your brows when he pushes his body against you, turning to look at you with his sweet little smile on his lips.

His smile will turn into a fucking frown when you get home.

You’re not going to let this pathetic act slide.

“Definitely! Next time we’re going to force Rossi to sing something for us. - says Spencer, completely ignoring your eyes on his face - And to buy us all drinks.”

When the conversation ends and you walk back to JJ, you sit next to her behind your desk. She’s telling you and Penelope what she did last night instead of going out with the rest of the team, but you’re not paying attention at all.

Your eyes are following Spencer the whole time. You’re plotting your little revenge on his scene, replying his words in your brain over and over again. He said he keeps you at bay when he knows damn well you can have him on his knees for you, eager to please you, with a single snap of your fingers.

You don’t know why Spencer lied to Derek and pretended as if he was in control of your relationship. Maybe he doesn’t want Derek to know how much of a whore Spencer actually is, or how he spends most of his nights crying out your name and begging you to touch him because he craves you, because he needs you, because he has to have you somehow.

A part of you is tempted to walk to Spencer’s desk and put both your hands on his neck, leaning forward and whispering something dirty in his ear. You know he’d get all worked up for nothing, because you’d simply reject him and tell him to wait until you go home. The other part of you, the more rational one, knows that you can’t play this game at work.

You should be focusing on the case you’re consulting on with JJ but your mind is elsewhere, stuck on the man sitting right in front of you behind his desk. Crossing your legs, you tap your fingers over the cold surface of your table and you let out a sigh.

JJ touches you on the shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts for a moment. “Come to my office whenever you’re ready.”

You nod your head with a smile, watching her walk away.

When she’s far enough from you and Derek is nowhere to be found, you turn to look at Spencer, who’s already working on something on his computer. You notice his eyes fidgeting between the screen and your face, so when you catch him in the act of gawking at you, you give him a gentle smile.

A gentle smile that hides every dirty thought you could possibly gather in your mind.

He’s not ready for tonight. You can’t wait to show you who is in control.

Who keeps the other one at bay.

You step out of the car, closing the door with a loud thud.

It’s been a very long day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home, ease your mind off the creepy images you had to witness with Penelope and JJ for the case you were working on. Spencer, on the other hand, looks as fresh as a rose. As if he has done nothing but read at work, even though he worked on a project with Rossi for one of his lessons.

You wonder if he’s ready for what you have in store.

Well, you wonder if he realised he’s in deep shit for what he said this morning.

“Do you want to order some take out for tonight? - asks Spencer, opening the door for you and allowing you to step inside his apartment - You seem tired, I don’t want you to...”

You shrug, leaving your bag on his couch. “Take out is fine.”

Your boyfriend takes off his coat, hanging it behind the door. “Anything in particular?”

“Surprise me, Doctor Reid.” - you answer, walking towards him and giving him a kiss on the cheek - “Care to join me in the shower?”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, nodding his head and whispering to you he’ll be right there once he has ordered your dinner. He seems so clueless about what’s going to happen and you can’t wait to surprise him with what you have in mind.

Unfortunately you’re not at your apartment, which means you don’t have all the toys you actually want to use on him. Unless he has them…

He doesn’t.

One day you’ll bring him to a sex shop and you’ll tell him to get whatever he wants.

You’re curious to see what he’d pick for both of you.

Stripping off all your clothes, you get inside the shower and let the water wash away all the stress gathered within you. Your muscles are relaxing and you feel much better even if you haven’t washed your hair yet - it’s so comforting to be right there.

When you hear the shower door opening, you turn around. Spencer joins you with a huge smile on his face, his hands immediately finding your cheeks and bringing your face closer to his until your lips meet.

The kiss is brief because you pull away first.

Tonight he has to earn the privilege of touching you, kissing you, feeling you.

Spencer frowns, his hands still not leaving your face. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, love. - you tap his chest, a signal for him to step away from you - I’m just not in the mood, you know.”

“Oh, I didn’t want to have sex. - he says, his voice sounding so sweet - I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend because I hadn't done it the whole day.”

You wait for a few seconds, then you speak up.

“Ah, the same girlfriend who doesn’t have control in this relationship.”

His heart drops in his chest.

He didn’t think you heard his conversation with Derek.

“The same girlfriend who’s kept at bay by you.” - you press your index over his chest, pushing him away from you - “The same girlfriend who’s going to make you pay for this, Doctor Reid.”

This is why you haven’t said a single word to him this morning.

You were plotting something and he should’ve known that when you didn’t even look at him when you left for lunch. He should’ve realised you were standing not too far from him and Derek this morning when he said those stupid things.

He shouldn’t have said anything in the first place.

And now he knows he’s fucked.

Totally, completely, utterly fucked.

“Y/N, doll, you know that’s…”

You silence him by snapping your fingers, clicking your tongue. “No. Not a word.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip, his legs already shaking in excitement. He can’t wait to see what’s in store for him, to see what you’re planning on doing to him to show him who’s actually in control between you two.

He can’t wait to wake up covered in your marks tomorrow morning.

“Wash your hair and wait for me in the bedroom, love. I’m going to have so much fun tonight, I promise you that.”

You haven’t said “we”, which means only one thing: he’s not going to be able to come unless you’re going to give him permission, and you probably won’t until you’re satisfied.

Spencer gets hard at the thought.

He turns your back to you in order to hide his evident erection, putting a hand over it and closing his eyes. He knows he’s not going to be able to hold back if you don’t give a moment and he’s tempted to touch himself right now, just to see your reaction, but he’s terrified of worsening his condition.

He’s already that desperate for you, he can’t have you make him wait.

“Spencer, look at me.”

A soft whimper leaves his lips as his name rolls off your tongue.

He loves when you call him by name, but he misses the pet name.

Is he not worthy of it?

“Did you hear what I said? - you ask, snapping your fingers - Look at me, Spencer.”

Biting his bottom lip and sliding his arms down his body, he obeys your order. Turning around and finally facing you, you know why he was trying to hide himself from you and you can’t help but allow a laugh to escape your lips.

He frowns at your reaction, heat spreading through his body.

He loves this so much, his cock twitching.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, Spencer. You think you have control over me when you’re… God.” - you shake your head, crossing your arms to your chest - “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already so hard.”

The water is hitting his skin, his chest rising up and down rapidly.

You haven’t touched him if not for pulling him away and he’s so hard.

“You told Morgan you could keep me at bay and now you’re trembling, hoping I’d touch you and give you exactly what you need. - you whisper, leaning forward - But guess what, my love.”

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips barely brushing over his earlobe. Spencer shivers at the light touches of your hair against his skin, his eyes closing as he feels your breath hitting his ear without actually touching it.

“That’s not going to happen.”

Spencer gasps at your words, lowering his eyes before letting out a soft sigh.

He’s really fucked, but he’s so excited.

He wants this more than anything in the world. It’s incredible how your words have such an intense impact on him. He can barely get a word out of his mouth without showing you how needy he is for you.

Your boyfriend craves your hands all over him. He needs to feel your body against him. He’s already going crazy, so he knows it won’t take long for him to jump off the edge of pleasure and allow it to crash through him. However he can’t do it without you, without your permission.

Quickly washing and rinsing your hair from your shampoo, you get out of the shower. Spencer follows you in religious silence, keeping his head down low and never looking at you - if he does, he’ll lose his mind and he can’t.

He wants to but he can’t.

You wrap a larger towel around your body, glancing at your boyfriend. His hands are shaking as he picks up the towel that just fell on the floor, gulping when he stands back up and feels your eyes burning your skin.

“You are adorable when you’re this needy. - you break the silence, opening the door of the bathroom - Stop trembling, Doctor Reid. I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.”

He clears his throat, stepping out of the bathroom. “Maybe I want that.”

You raise your brow, shaking your head. “No, you don’t. You’re just terrified of my punishment but you know I’d never hurt you, baby.”

His pet name.

His plan succeeded, you used it.

“Thank you, mommy.”

Here it is.

A sweet smile spreads over your lips, your heart fluttering in your chest. Maybe you can touch him a little before actually playing with him; maybe you can give him what he needs, but not stopping until he’s panting and writhing and moaning and shaking.

You so desperately want to ruin him.

You want Spencer to beg on his knees for forgiveness.

“Go to the bedroom.”

Spencer doesn’t need to be told twice, dropping his towel and running outside the bathroom. His eagerness makes you laugh and shake your head at the same time, because you didn’t think he’d have the strength to actually do that. If you were him, you wouldn’t be able to move at all, stuck in your own place.

You make sure to take your sweet time as you blow-dry your hair.

You fold your clothes on top of the sink.

You wash your face and take off all the makeup residues.

You put on some strawberry deodorant.

You put your used towel inside the laundry basket.

And when you’re done, you walk back inside his bedroom only to find Spencer sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands on his thighs. His cock is springing free, hard and leaking precum.

Getting on your knees for him would be perfect.

However, you’re not going to do that.

“Ah, my handsome baby.” - you whisper, getting closer to him - “Have you ordered our dinner?”

Spencer looks up at you, nodding his head. “Yes, I have. They’ll be here in an hour, they’re kind of packed tonight.”

You shrug, running your fingers through your hair. “That’s fine. We have some time to kill before they’ll be here, don’t we?“

“Yes! Yes, mommy. Please, I need…”

“No, shut up.” - you put your index over his lips, forcing him to stay silent - “I know what you need from me, baby. Tonight it’s all about me, though, because you made me very angry.”

Spencer whines at your words, biting down his bottom lip as you straddle him with both your hands behind his neck. Your breasts are a little too close to his face and he’s dying to take your nipples into his mouth, sucking on them and giving you exactly what you want from him.

He can’t.

“I’m going to show you who’s really in control.”

His cock is sliding against your slit, your arousal coating it as you slowly grind on him. You want to drive him completely crazy, you want him to start panting and crying because of your actions - and when you feel his dick twitch between your legs, a soft whine coming out of his mouth, you know he’s close.

Already close.

“Is mommy making you feel good, baby?”

He nods, looking into your eyes. “Yes, always. You always do.”

Smirking, you lean forward and tempt his lips with a kiss. He’s shaking under you, the pleasure getting almost unbearable for him as he tries his best not to come without even being touched.

His cock is so close to your entrance, your arousal dripping on it.

He knows you’ll feel fucking perfect around him once you end his misery. He can’t wait for it, because he knows he’ll have the best orgasm - or orgasms? - of his own life.

“Do you deserve to touch mommy and make her feel even better?”

Your boyfriend nods erratically, his pink tongue pokes out of his lips. “Yes, please. I want you to forgive me and I know I can make it up to you. Please, let me…”

With a gentle push, you force Spencer on his back. He lays there, completely helpless underneath your fingers as you manage to straddle his chest until your pussy is right in front of his face - aligned with his mouth.

He knows what’s coming and he licks his bottom lips again.

“I’m going to sit on your face and I want you to put that pretty mouth to use, instead of using it to talk shit and tell lies to your friend.” - you say, your voice sending shivers down his spine - 2You can touch me but make sure not to use them to make me come. All I want is your tongue, do you understand?”

He whines again in frustration, nodding. “Yes, mommy. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

“That’s it, my baby. - you give him a little smile, slowly sitting down - Get to work, you fucking slut.”

His tongue immediately meets your folds, collecting all of your juices before swallowing them down and moaning at the taste. He loves going down on you, he loves knowing that all the whimpers coming out of your mouth now are all his fault - and he can’t wait to make you come all over his face.

Spencer closes his eyes, losing himself in the way you’re rocking your hips.

You’re actually riding his tongue, feeling it slip inside of you before it gets out and swirls around your throbbing clit. You’re tempted to pull his curls but your hands are gripping the headboard of the bed, making sure you stay put on his mouth.

The pleasure is so hot, so intense, so fucking blinding.

He’s doing so good and you’re almost on the verge of forgiving him.

Spencer grips your thighs for leverage, pushing your hips down so that you can’t really get away from his face - but you’re not planning to, wanting to come more than anything in the world.

A wave of heat nearly overpowers you, a soft moan that reminds you of his name slips out of your mouth. Spencer moans as well against you, the soft vibration sending shivers all over your body.

He loves this so fucking much.

You start grinding down on his face, his tongue hitting your clit every single time as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs. He’s going to leave marks all over your legs but you don’t care.

The tension is building up in your stomach, tightening more and more.

“You’re so fucking good at this, baby. - you whisper, biting your bottom lip - Apparently your mouth is good at something, not just lying to your friends about this.”

Spencer opens his eyes and smirks at the sight. Your back is arching and your fingers are twisting your nipples. He wants to be the one doing that. He's tempted to run his hands up your body but he can’t.

It’s so fucking frustrating.

“Keep going, I’m so close. - you gasp when Spencer sucks your clit, his tongue swirling over it - Fuck, baby, you’re incredible. Don’t stop.”

Grinning at your broken voice, Spencer ducks back between your legs and closes his eyes. Your breathing is heavy and you can feel your heart throbbing in your chest, ready to jump out of your throat as the pleasure gets hard, intense.

You put a hand through his hair, tugging on them. “Come on, baby, make me come all over your pretty face. I know you want to, I know you miss me doing it.”

The sound Spencer makes in return to your teases is enough to push you closer and closer to the edge. The wet sound of his tongue touching you and teasing you is driving you fucking crazy.

He’s drooling everywhere, moaning your name and whispering how much he wants you, how he wants to feel your come dripping out of you. His fingers are digging into your skin, marking you over again, and your moans get louder and louder.

They echo inside his room.

You hope his neighbours won’t complain tomorrow morning.

Spencer has always loved going down on you, watching you fall apart because of his tongue, but he knows you’re the one in control. You were able to control your movements, you were able to force him to moan out your name because of the pleasure.

Now you’re trembling, ready to shatter apart and allow the orgasm to take over you.

“I’m-...”

You can’t even finish your own sentence because Spencer wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly on it. Your first orgasm finally hits you like a train, your whole body jerking forward as the pleasure almost blinds you and wears you out.

Putting both your hands over the wall in front of you, you feel your thighs shaking.

You gasp and whine and moan his name, rocking your hips to prolong the pleasure as much as you can. His tongue feels fucking amazing, caressing your slit and then your clit, his drool dripping down your thighs.

Everything feels much stronger.

It’s like your pleasure is amplified, probably due to the fact you have all control.

“Good boy, that’s it.” - you exclaim, your fingers immediately finding his curls - “Fuck, you’re so fucking amazing. I wish I could always have you like this with your tongue buried inside my pussy, always ready to please me.”

Spencer manages to open his eyes, not stopping his movements. He keeps licking at your clit, sucking on it, even after your orgasm has faded and left your body oversensitive, but needier than ever.

He knows you’re able to go further, even if it almost hurts.

Almost.

The pain is deliciously addictive.

“Stop it, baby. You did great.” - you lick your bottom lip, rolling off his body as you lay down on the bed - “Your mouth is one of my favourite things about you.”

Your gaze skips lower as you admire his soft tummy before giggling at the sight of his cock, flushed and leaking against his stomach. That seems painful - and fucking delicious, but he doesn’t deserve to be touched.

Well… maybe he does.

After all, he just gave you an incredible orgasm.

“Did you miss eating mommy out?” - you ask, his eyes settling on your face - “Look at you, drenched in my wetness. Did you miss tasting mommy?”

Spencer’s tongue darts out of his mouth, cleaning off your arousal from his lips as he brushes the back of his hand on his chin.

“Yes, mommy. You always taste so good. - he manages to whisper, his voice raspy - I wish I could do it again, maybe later. If you want.”

You nod your head, using your hand to caress his chest. “You will, if you’ll be good for me.”

He’s getting impatient.

Spencer has given you an orgasm and he has been hard ever since he stepped inside that shower, which was about fifteen minutes ago.

It feels like a fucking lifetime.

He doesn’t realise your right hand is travelling down to his shaft until you grip the base of his cock, a gasp escaping his lips. Heat is already pooling in his stomach, fizzing through his body and building, building, building…

“I guess I have to reward you for making me come so hard with your mouth, baby.”

Spencer feels like he has just won the lottery because you’re touching him. He didn’t think you’d give in so easily and he’d love to tease you about it, but he can’t - not when your fingers, slick with his own pre-cum, are giving you so much pleasure.

You roll on top of his body, straddling his thigh as you lean down. The tip of your tongue traces his bottom lip before you give in, the desire you desperately feel for him finally crashing through you. You capture his mouth with yours in a kiss that drives him completely crazy, his hands flying from his hip up to your hair as he pulls you down to him.

Your lips are tender but urgent as he kisses you back, moaning against your mouth as your tongue melts against his. You feel his cock aligning with your entrance but you push it away, gripping it tightly before starting to slowly stroke it.

You don’t stop kissing him, the head of his cock brushing up and down your slit.

Your arousal is coating his dick, making it easier for your hand to stroke him. Spencer knows he’s close when his stomach tenses and doesn’t say anything, forcing himself to stay focused on your lips and not on the pleasure you’re giving him with your own hand.

If he doesn’t stay focused…

“Are you going to come for mommy, baby? Is mommy’s hand making you feel so fucking good?” - your voice crashes against his mouth - “Hold it, baby. It’s not the right time yet, I don’t want you to come.”

You pull away from his lips, watching Spencer. Your eyes are darkening, admiring every little reaction of his body to your touches - and you smile, a wicked smile spreading over your lips as you see the pleasure getting too strong for him.

Your boyfriend is on the verge of coming.

But he’s holding back, obeying you and desperate for more.

Okay, maybe you’re desperate too…

And what’s the best thing you can do to end his and your misery at the same time?

Doing this will be the end of him.

That’s why you do it.

You put your left hand on his chest and use the right one to push his cock deep inside of you, your body stretching just enough to welcome him in your tight heat. Your velvety walls are clenching around him and Spencer widens his eyes, staring back at you as if you just slapped him across the face.

He wasn’t expecting you to do this.

Your boyfriend wasn’t expecting you to fuck him like that now.

He’s not fucking complaining, because that’s exactly what he needed.

“Oh fuck, mommy…”

That’s all he manages to say, watching you steady yourself on top of him. You don’t give him enough time to register what’s happening because soon you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, your breasts jumping at each move.

A chorus of pleads and moans are coming out of his mouth, his head thrown back against the pillow as you scratch his chest.

You’re so focused on his pleasure that you forget about yours.

It doesn’t matter, you’ll get what you need in a couple of minutes.

“I’m going to ride you until you come inside of me, baby. Am I clear?”

He struggles to even nod his head, his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he grips your thighs so fucking harshly it almost hurts. You don’t stop your boyfriend though, knowing that the tension in his body is unbearable.

He’s crying, tears are streaming down his face.

He’s frustrated because he wants to come.

“C-Close…”

You quicken the pace of your movements, rolling your hips before rocking it back and forth. Spencer’s breath hitch in his throat as he looks back at you, desire and lust flashing right behind his stare - he’s close, he’s so fucking close it hurts.

You try to maintain that same speed, your thighs cramping because of the position.

You’re tempted to interrupt everything and walk outside the bedroom, pretending to be hungry or thirsty just to see his reaction. You don’t want to hurt him though, he has suffered enough today.

Maybe?

Spencer watches your breasts bounce up and down, his hands immediately squeezing them and twisting your nipples between his fingers. There are so many things he wants to say, so many things he’s desperate to yell but he can’t bring himself to do - his throat is completely dry.

And he’s…

“I’m c-co…”

“Come on, fill me up. Make mommy proud, baby, give your mommy all your babies.”

Spencer releases the hottest moan you’ve ever heard as he begins to buck his hips up against yours, meeting your movements and allowing you to feel him so deeply inside of you. His length is hitting all the right places, your G-spot stimulated to the point you have tears in your eyes as well.

“F-fuck… You feel…”

Your boyfriend wants to yell.

You feel so fucking good around him, your pussy takes him so perfectly he thinks he can see the stars - or maybe he’s just dead and gone straight to Heaven. Either way, he never wants this moment to end.

“Please, baby, give me your seed. I want it so bad, I want you to give me all your babies. - you whisper in his mouth, your breasts now pressing to his chest - Please. I need it, breed me.”

And when Spencer comes just like you begged him to do, filling you up with his warmth while a soft moan echoes through the room followed by your name, you reach your second orgasm of the night.

He keeps going, moving his hips and allowing his cock to slide in and out of you. His semen is spilling out of your heat, dripping down your thighs and pooling right between his legs.

“Oh God, baby!”

His thrusts don’t stop until he knows your orgasm has worn off, completely draining your body from all the energy you thought you’d have.

Maybe you’re too tired to actually play with him tonight.

You lay on top of him with your face buried in the crook of his neck, his arms now wrapping around your waist to keep you close. He doesn’t want to let you go, he has been away from you for too long today - he has to make up for all the time you’ve lost due to your annoyance.

Sweat is beading his forehead and you can feel your hair sticking to your skin.

Maybe showering before sex wasn’t a good idea.

There are at least two more minutes of pure silence.

You’re trying to catch your own breath while Spencer registers what has just happened, his orgasm still messing with his head. One minute you were touching his cock with your hand with that wicked smile over your lips and a minute later you were bouncing on his cock as if it was your day job.

It kind of is your day job.

There’s not a day that doesn’t start or end with you fucking Spencer.

“Holy shit, Y/N, that was fucking incredible.”

You pull away from his neck, your mouth pressing a soft kiss on his chin. “Weird, I’ve never heard that before from you.”

Blushing, Spencer runs his hands over your back. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you for misbehaving. - you give him another kiss, this time on his lips - Next time you want to misbehave, make sure you do it on a day where I’m not exhausted.”

He chuckles at your words, playfully smacking your ass. “Yes, ma’am.”

You place your right hand over his throat, biting his bottom lip. “Tell me, Spencer: who’s in control now?”

He closes the distance between your lips, kissing you again. “You. It has always been you.”

Giggling, you close your eyes and melt into the kiss.

Maybe misbehaving wasn’t such a bad idea.

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[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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[chiptaylorsfirst]

Curing Problems

Word Count: 1,922

Pairing: soft!dom!Spencer x bau!fem!sub!Reader

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst, fluff, mentions of violent acts, aftercare, oral sex (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, use of the pet name princess

Summary: Reader has a bit of a hard time while working on a case with Spencer. He decides to take her mind off of the stress and give her a good time.

A/N: I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want me to write any more of these.

You had been sleeping in your shared apartment beside Spencer. He was gently brushing your hair with his fingertips as he analyzed how your chest heaved up and down as you were breathing. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You were beautiful. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at him.

"Morning, Spencie." He smiled down at you. "Good morning, princess." You raised up off of his chest, kissing his neck and his collarbone. He let out a surprised whimper. "You're turning me on," he stated plainly. "That's the point," you responded, still placing wet kisses on his body. He shivered at the feeling.

You two began to finally kiss, fingers tangling in each other's strands of hair. You settled in his lap, straddling him. You kissed him near his sweet spot, basking in the sweet noises he made. His phone started to ring and you sighed. "I think it's important," he said against your lips. You nodded your head, allowing him to answer it.

There was no point in not answering the call. If Spencer didn't answer, they'd just call you. You were brought out of your train of thought as Spencer walked back to the bed. "We've got a case to solve." You sighed. "I know, baby, I know. I promise we can continue back to where we left off later."

So you grumpily took a shower and got dressed, your plans for morning sex with Spencer ruined. You walked into BAU Headquarters with Spencer right beside you. The two of you got to your seats and listened. Basically, you were looking for a sadistic maniac who loved killing families and taking their belongings as souvenirs. It was disgusting.

You and Spencer were supposed to plot the locations of where all of the families were killed and you were supposed to ask questions if anyone saw a person who fit the profile. No one was really answering and the people who did answer had no information to help. You found yourself stressed, looking for answers that you couldn't find.

You went into a cafe asking the cashier if she knew a person who fit the profile and lucky enough she did. You called the information in and went outside. "Are you okay," Spencer asked. You already saw him analyzing your face as you let out a huge sigh. "I can't help but to think what if we don't make it in time. I mean, what if he kills another family and we made it just a little too late." Spencer took your hands in his and kissed them.

"We're going to make it on time and they'll all be okay." You tried to believe his words since Spencer never did lie to you. The two of you carried on, finding small new bits of information as you did. You were getting more and more exhausted each time. Eventually the suspected unsub was located and JJ was interrogating him as Derek stood in the room.

Spencer's eyes were focused on you and he analyzed your body language. You were obviously very stressed and only became more stressed as you started to have an aching migraine. Spencer's mind was fully occupied on you, thinking of what he could do to calm you down some. The suspected unsub wasn't the unsub but knew who they were.

You guys couldn't get not one word out of them and they found a smart way to leave the situation. So now you all were to spend the night in a hotel. "Everyone will have their own rooms except Spencer and Y/N," Hotch announced. He passed all of you your keys labeled with your room numbers.

Everyone was active right now, trying to take their minds off of the case and distract themselves until morning. You just went upstairs with Spencer and he slid your card key on the door. The door unlocked and he opened it. You went straight to your bed and plopped on it.

"Baby, you're not okay and you need to be taken care of," Spencer said softly. He closed the door and put the do not disturb sign on the outside. "No I don't, Spencer," you protested. "You always believe that you have to take care of me and that I depend on you but that isn't." You started to cry. Spencer walked to you, hugging you in his arms.

"It's okay. I never said that and if I did, I didn't mean it. I would never say anything to hurt you." You sighed. "I know but it's just, I'm not my family. Everyone takes pity on me and I feel like I'm a burden." Your parents had been murdered sort of how these families were being murdered right now.

You were the only survivor, lucky enough to leave with just a few cuts and bruises. Spencer placed a kiss on your forehead. "You are never a burden and you are so much stronger than you realize." He stroked your hair and looked into your eyes. He kissed you ever so softly, so gentle that it just about broke your heart.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting your chin up. "Spence," you said quietly. "Yes, princess?" You pulled him closer to you, wiping your tears as you stopped crying. "Can you please just fuck me?" He smiled and chuckled a little. You giggled a little bit too. "Of course. I always love bringing you pleasure."

You sunk down onto the bed, your stomach in the air as Spencer got on top of you. He started to rant as his gifted fingers started undressing you. "You know, sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and headaches." He threw your shirt off into a corner of some sort. "Because the endorphins that your body lets out can act as a drug and a natural pain killer." He then took off your pants, making sure to throw them too.

"Sex can even be argued to be more effective than other drugs like acetaminophen and nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs." He then started to kiss you, biting your lip a little with the right amount of pain. "So you're curing me, Dr. Reid?" He chuckled a little at the statement. "I'm just trying to resolve this situation, put your mind at ease." His nimble fingers then pulled off your panties, providing a pleasurable sting.

He threw it in the large pile of clothes and you tugged at his shirt. "This isn't fair," you protested. He kissed your collarbone then your neck, basking in the small moans you left out. "Patience is a virtue. -William Langland." You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. He removed your bra from your body. "Please don't do that again. I want you to be a good girl for me, okay?"

His eyes were sweet and gentle and you nodded your head. "I won't do it again." "Good." You felt one of his fingers plunge into you without warning and you let out a soft moan. He kissed down your body as he did so, his finger curling in that deep sweet spot you could never reach. "You want me to add another finger," he asked. "Fuck, yes." You felt another finger inside you and you grabbed the sheets.

You hated how skilled his fingers were. He hadn't even put his cock in you yet and you were already close to cumming on his fingers. He placed hickies on your neck, collarbone, stomach. He then got to your inner thighs. You squirmed around, moaning out his name. His fingers went faster as he lowered his head where you wanted him most. He felt your cunt clenching around his fingers and he smiled.

"Are you gonna cum, princess?" He flattened his tongue on your pussy and you almost screamed. "Answer me." "Yes, Spencer." His tongue flicked around your clit then he suckled on it. "Cum for me then." A string of curses flew from your mouth before you came. He drank your essence then lifted his head. He then licked his fingers clean. "You have a divine taste."

"You too, Spencer. Please let me taste you." Spencer nodded his head no. "You can do that later. This is about you and your pleasure, not mine." You knew better than to argue with him and kept your mouth shut. "I'll let you undress me," he said so quietly, you thought you were mistaken. You rose up, throwing his shirt off of him aggressively.

You then went for his belt, unbuckling it. You struggled with his pants zipper and he helped you with it. You then pulled his underwear off, eager for what was inside of it. The tip was flushed red and his cock looked painfully hard. "You like," Spencer asked teasingly. "Very much so." You could never get over how pretty his cock was although you had seen it thousands of times. He took in your shape and form for a while, just looking at you.

"You're so beautiful," he commented. It made you jealous you didn't have his eidetic memory. He gently got on top of you, placing his elbows beside your head. You felt him thrust inside and you both moaned at the feeling. You knew that by the time the night was over, the whole entire team would've probably heard you. He didn't go fast, but he went deep, hard, and slow. He was making love to you in such a delicious way.

You looked into his eyes, his face contorted into pleasure the same way as yours. You raked your nails along his back and he let out a beautiful moan. His pace sped up a little, his thrusts more forceful. Your eyes closed as you felt him hit your g-spot, a large moan of Spencer's name falling from your lips. "Don't close your eyes. I want you looking at me." His unkept curls fell in front of his face as he placed your leg around his waist.

You felt him go impossibly deeper inside of you and you could feel him in your stomach. "Spence, I'm c-close," you moaned out. His thrusts got a little sloppy, showing that he was close too. "Cum for me, princess." You let out more moans of his name and you came hard around his cock. He pulled out of you.

"Where do you want me to cum?" You pointed at your mouth and saw Spencer smile. He let you suck his cock a little, bobbing your head back and forth as you did so. You massaged his balls a bit and felt him cum in your mouth. You moaned at the taste and swallowed happily. You got off of him and laid back down.

"Feel better?" "Very," you responded. "I'm gonna grab a few items. I'll be back." A few seconds later, Spencer had a wet cloth in hand. He spread your legs open as he wiped in between them. He smiled at the hickies he placed on you and you let out a sigh.

"I was gonna wear something pretty but now I have to wear a turtleneck." He threw the cloth down and placed your hands in his. "You look pretty in everything you wear. And I love it and I love you." You kissed his forehead. "I love you too." "Now, let's take a shower." You couldn't help but to agree. Your stress was gone and you just knew you were going to get that criminal.

#smut #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #mgg #fluff #criminal minds #bau reader #spencer x reader #spencer x y/n #spencer x you

[donald4spiderman]

i read Beat the Heat a couple of days ago and- LEMME JUST SAY, i absolutely loved it¡ virgin!spencer is my favorite 😩 and you wrote it so perfectly! i wanted to let you know you amaze me with each one of yours i read ❤️ and i was wondering if you could do another one with him being his first time or whatever you feel like! thank you¡¡ 😘

ps. i literally sent the request to the wrong person a couple of minutes ago, haha 💔 I’m so embarrassed rn 😳

ps.s ily and your work 🥰

TYSM FOR THE KIND WORDS.

i live breathe eat and pray virgin!spencer— i’m sorry for making this so sensual and romantic i was in a mood i’ll have filthier smut posted later.

(also i relate to sending requests to the wrong ppl lol dw)

Summary: reader n spencie poo have sex 😫 spencah looses his virginity #girlboss

TW: penetrative sex, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), kissing, creampie, sub!virgin!spencah

*not edited*

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He’s been awaiting this moment his entire life, his whole eager childhood spent being five years younger than his peers, missing his youth, growing up too fast. Spencer listened to his mother read 15th-century romance novels; he endured being picked on by the same girls he had crushes on; he adapted to a life with little love and affection, believing there would be no prospect for it in the future.

But as your silky lips work the thin skin covering his carotid, nipping and kissing, marking and soothing, Spencer’s never felt more loved in his entire life.

“Are you sure you want this?” You whisper, pausing your ministrations so you can read his expressions.

He nods, “Yes.” As if he could ever want anything after knowing the way your lips feel against his. “Can you kiss me again, please?”

The answer to his question comes in the form of your firm hands wrapping around his face, pulling his lips onto yours. You suck in a breath as your lips meet, groaning into his mouth with carnal desire. His kiss gives you life in a way you can’t convey with words.

Spencer’s teeth tug on your bottom lip as you reluctantly pull away. “I need you to know this means something to me.” Your voice is soft and unsure. “I’ve had meaningless sex before, but I want you to know that whatever we do tonight has so much meaning to me, even if all we do is kiss. You mean something to me, Spencer. If you’re uncomfortable with this, we can stop— I won’t be mad.”

“I-I love you.” Spencer declares, placing a kiss onto your nose with contrastingly sweet intent. “I have since I first met you; I was just too scared to say.”

Your hands fumble with the buckle of his belt, sloppily sliding it off of his waist and tossing it to the side. You pry the button of his trouser open as you kiss him, pressing his back into your bedroom door frame. “I love you so much, Spencer.”

He’s barely kissed a woman before, and even though he’s insanely nervous and equally desperate to please you, he’s not frightened one bit. Spencer trusts you with his life, and he has all the time in the world to get better at making you feel good.

“Everything about you is perfect.” You look at him, lips bitten and swollen. His pants and underwear pool around his ankles, distracted by the palm gently rubbing over the tip of his cock. “Has anyone ever touched you this like before? Is anyone better than me?”

“No, (Y/N)... Just you!” Spencer’s knees are weak, and he leans against the door for support. You move him across to your bed, splaying him onto the cold sheets and climbing on top of him.

Before he knows it, the both of you are stripped of your clothes, and you’re running his cock teasingly through the folds of your pussy.

“I need you.” Spencer pleads. “I’ve needed you for my entire life; I just didn’t know it.”

“I need you too, Spencer,” You cry as you press down, sheathing his dick fully inside of you. “And I’m gonna fuck you so good now that I’ve got you.”

He moans filthily at your declaration, vocal praise continuing as you bounce up and down. The genius can hardly think, only knowing enough to claw and grip at your tits and ass.

“You’re s-so fuck...fucking good,” Spencer whines as your nails tear down his pale chest. “Amazing.”

“You feel so good, Spence.” You reply even louder, speeding up your motions to reach your release.

Spencer’s orgasm approaches seconds before yours, withering and shaking underneath you as he fills you with his cum. You’re sensible enough to place a fast finger on your clit, and soon enough, your orgasm rips through you, sending you crashing down on his chest, both of you huffing.

“I love you.”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #sub!spencer #dr reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #virgin!spencer #dom!reader #softdom!reader #criminal minds smut #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n

[subspencer]

personal hc that eggplant spencie loves to eat you after he cums bc he loves to reward you for taking him so good. honestly dom sub or anything in between. like he may be like “i love this little pussy it takes me so well” or “thank you for fucking me 🥺” he loves to pamper your pussy with kisses galore while you squirm just from soreness tbh

this is making my head spin

you’re right, dom or not, he’d know he tore that pussy up. and him acknowledging that with that bit of praise 🦋🦋 

he’d make a total event of it, even after an already long session. have you lay on your back, get as comfortable as possible, pillows fluffed perfectly for you to rest on. he probably knows he needs to give your pussy a break for a while to recover so he takes his sweet time building up to it. always saying those sweet things as he does. 

he’d give you a little massage then, working out the soreness of the muscles in your thighs after he forced them to stretch so far apart for him. and get you super wet for him by gently playing with your tits, kissing them and carefully palming them in slow patterns. then finally moves down, leaving a dozen different types of kisses on top of your pussy, saying dirty shit like that, “this little pussy takes me so well”, etc. and kisses at your entrance, still sore from his dick. 

#thoughts #spencer reid smut #favorite #eggplant boy

[hangmanshole]

Monster Mash

A/N: Funnily enough I started this fic over a year ago and didn’t finish it in time for halloween but with the help of my wonderful friend @vacantwatchers this is actually finished and getting uploaded. ON HALLOWEEN.

In which reader is feeling particularly worn after a long case and Spencer decides to cheer them up with a festive treat ;)

Warnings: the usual cm warnings - murder, assault, gore etc. spencer is a cheeky bastard, i guess foodplay, daddy kink, dom/sub undertones if you blink, smut 18+

Word count: 4.6K

You crashed as soon as you’d sat in your designated seat on the jet, head finding solace in the crook of Spencer's neck as it usually did. You were out before anyone could interject, the plane was still preparing for takeoff.

“Do you guys have any plans for All Hallows’ Eve weekend?” Spencer asked, particularly perky in comparison to his unconscious best friend/secret girlfriend, who was unfortunately starting to release droplets of saliva onto his clean shirt.

“The boys are both old enough to go trick or treating this year, so Will and I are both on Halloween duty,” JJ sighed.

“Same here, I don’t know where I'm going to find a power rangers costume for jack on such late notice,” Hotch replied.

“Y’all have fun trick or treating this weekend, meanwhile I’m going out to find me a boo” Morgan smirked, earning groans from the team.

“I think y/n’s coming over to mine this weekend for scary stories, pumpkin carving and to make sure that I don’t get any complaints this year from my apartment complexes management about ‘treating’ the kids that knock on my door with knowledge and facts instead of candy,” Spencer muses, a small smile forming across his face.

“You really know how to woo a girl, kid. Why don’t you add a 7 hour chess match while you’re at it” Rossi joked, poking fun at Spencer. He was interrupted by your soft grunt.

“We haven’t played chess since I kicked his ass three months ago” you murmured, sleep evident and heavily set in your voice.

“You didn’t beat me, you cheated!” Spencer squeaked, glaring down at you before nudging you off of his shoulder.

“Sounds like trouble in paradise over there” Morgan chortled before placing his headphones over his ears.

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You rushed through your apartment to pack a weekend bag for Spencer's.

He’d dropped you outside your building, told you to pack a bag so that you could spend his favourite holiday together over an entire weekend, then he’d told you that he couldn’t pick you up citing some errand he had to run, but that he’d keep the apartment door unlocked for you.

7:58PM

you: spence, i don’t even have a costume

7:59PM

spencie <3: you don’t need one?

You sighed at his text. Of course he’d say you don’t need one, but knowing him, he had at least five costumes on hand ready to go.

7:59PM

you: if this is your way of saying you’re not dressing up for halloween this year, you’re a terrible fucking liar :(

He didn’t reply after that, probably running the previously cited ‘errand’. You finished packing your bag and were in the midst of zipping it up when your phone dinged.

8:10PM

spencie <3: i may have a little something in store, but it’s a secret ! and considering i took 22 minutes to reply, and you usually only take 20 minutes to pack, i’m hoping you’re on your way?

8:10PM

you: i’m heading out the door now, weirdo. see you soon x

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True to his word, the apartment door was unlocked when you arrived. However, Spencer was inside his apartment when you entered, not off running some errand. He was leaning over the counter concealing something you couldn’t quite see.

“Spence?” you called out to your boyfriend. He whips around, startled, holding a large pumpkin in his hands.

“Hi baby! you’re early!” He greets you, but you don’t miss the thinly veiled sheen of sweat built along his brow.

You raise an eyebrow at the pumpkin blocking your view of his hips, “Whatcha got there, babe?”

“A pumpkin” he answered, a slight crack in his voice.

“I thought you said we were carving pumpkins together, Spence,” you whined softly.

“We are! I just thought you deserved a treat for uh… all your hard work on the last case.”

“Where is it then?”

“Inside the pumpkin,” Spencer answered, a full blush blooming across his cheeks. You waltzed over to your boyfriend, softly rolling your eyes at him as you opened the lid of the pumpkin and stuck your hand in, not looking down at what lay inside the pumpkin.

“SPENCE” you shrieked when your hand met phallic flesh. Spencer's, to be exact.

“I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE ROMANTIC I'M SORRY TAKE YOUR HAND OUT,” Spencer shrieks back as he tries to pull his dick from the hole carved into the pumpkin.

“No, don’t!” you squeeze his shaft for good measure, smirking when his hips stutter, his cock slipping back into the pumpkin hole.

“So this… this was the errand you had to run?” You asked, slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, spending a little longer focusing around the tip.

“When did you decide that this should be my treat?”

“When-- fuck, baby, don’t stop-- when I had to share a room with Morgan instead of you, and I couldn’t call you while he was asleep, all I could think about was this weekend” he panted, thrusting into your hand.

You use your fingers to follow the main vein on his throbbing cock, lightly torturing him. “So you think of me often when you’re with Morgan, huh.”

“Y/n, babe, it wasn’t like that.”

“I wouldn’t be mad if it was, baby.”

“I’m gonna-- go soft if you keep talking about Morgan right now. Fuck” he whined, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm.

You grin and pull your hand away from the pumpkin. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we, pumpkin boy?” Spence, completely out of it at this point, barely notices you retreat from him to the other side of the kitchen counter, dropping items of clothing from your body as you move away.

When you don’t hear him follow, you look back at him, and smirk at how flushed he is, looking a little glazed in the eyes. ”Well Mr. Ichabod Crane, were you only interested in fucking the pumpkin on your dick or did you want some Ichabod brain? I’m sure I can find several other holes for you to find a new home in. Warm ones, inviting too.”

Spencer, clearly having lost hold of the situation, pulls his dick out of the pumpkin and lets it crack against the tiled floor of his kitchen, the glazed look still in his eyes as he walks toward you.

“I can’t believe you just made a Sleepy Hollow joke right now.” His hands raised toward your body, stopping only to squeeze the soft flesh of your hips.

You grin and start backing out towards his bedroom, leading him with you in that age old dance. “Got you moving didn’t it, baby? Guess you do want that sweet, sweet, Ichabod brain after all.”

“You’re awfully confident in your abilities, Y/n. Why don’t you tell me just what about this brain is that’s so sweet.”

“Mmm, why don’t I provide a demonstration instead, you like hands-on demonstrations don’t you?”

“I’d prefer this demonstration hands-off, if that’s alright with you, baby.”

“I prefer it, honestly.” You rock forward into his chest, stopping just shy of his mouth and watch as Spence’s eyes dilate. “This isn’t how I imagined tonight going at all, but I can’t argue and say that I’m mad.”

Spence nods, eyes caught on your mouth.

“I bet this is exactly how you imagined tonight going, huh, baby? Why else would you spend so much time carving a hole into a pumpkin and waiting for me to find you with your cock inside of it?” You take this moment to push him against his bedroom door, not missing the sensation of his dick knocking against your lower abdomen. “Did you think about me doing this as you measured for that hole? About this push and pull?” You kiss his throat, catching the gasp that leaves his mouth with your lips.

“I was honestly thinking about another kind of push and pull that we could be doing,” he whimpers, head tilting back to make space for your mouth.

“And what would that look like, hot stuff?” You breathe, lips brushing his ear, before drawing it between your teeth, lightly sucking.

“Like this.” He grips your hips tighter and turns both your bodies, your back now pressed against the bedroom door. “Can I kiss you?”

“You literally have me backed against a door right now, I can feel you pressed against my thigh. Of fucking course you can kiss me, Spence.”

Despite the tension, the kiss is tender. His lips meet yours gingerly, then more assuredly when your lips part, a sigh leaving your mouth, which he chases with his tongue. You press your hands to his chest, feeling his accelerated heart rate for a moment, before sliding one up to the back of his head, pulling at the strands of hair there.

Spencer moans into your mouth at the sensation, his hands gripping even tighter on your hips. You can feel the bruises starting to form, eager to have the memory of this night on your body for days. With the hand resting on his chest, you swipe across his nipple before pinching it to hear him whine wantonly.

“What was that for?”

“You’re taking too long, and leaving bruises.”

“My girl is so fucking impatient. We have all night, don’t we?”

“I just thought you were more interested in that hands-off demonstration. And yet, here you are, hands very much on. Can’t give you that good brain from all the way up here can I?”

“Then get on your knees. What are you waiting for?”

“What?”

“You heard me. All this stuff leaving your mouth when I have other, more meaningful, less chatty uses for it.”

“You say all that and yet here we are, still at the door. I thought you were building towards carrying me into that nice bed behind me, but if you want it right here I can do it here.”

“God-- fuck, fine.” His hands slide down from your hips, one leaves you momentarily to open the door, and then returns to grip the back of your thighs, and he lifts almost without exertion. Like he’s not carrying your entire weight, as he pushes open the door and walks across the room to his bed, hands gripping even tighter against your soft flesh.

He gently places you on the bed, caresses your cheek and places a chaste kiss on your lips. “Now, I believe I was promised a hands-off demonstration. I’d like to circle back to that,” a smug fucking smirk adorned his face.

You grin as your hand reaches between the two of you to grasp at his dangling meat, “Funny, I also wanna circle back to that.” As you say this, you circle your thumb around the head and press against the slit.

He hisses, and snatches your wrist, pushing it back against the mattress. “I believe we agreed on hands off, so you’re going to keep them off, or I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth into this bed.”

“Oh, we did, I just wanted to make sure you were still in the game. Tie my wrists if you want, I’m game.”

“I don’t want to tie your wrists, I want you to suck my dick.”

“Tie me up if you need to, but as good as I am on my back, I’m even better on my knees.”

Spencer releases your wrist and pulls you off the bed and onto the floor, “Prove it. Prove you’re better on your knees, but if I don’t cum, you don’t get to either. At all.”

“Kinky. My pleasure.” He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, his gaze burning into yours.

“Tap my thigh three times if you want me to stop, okay?”

“I got it, Spence.” Your hands travelled to Spence’s lower back, and placed pressure there, letting him know it was okay to push his dick inside. He sighed, thrusting ever so slightly, slipping in inch by inch, until he was about halfway through, giving you time to adjust to having his dick in your mouth again.

“Feels so good, baby” he slurred, drunk off the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

You moan as you slowly begin the descent of the final inches, pausing to breathe slowly through your nose before brushing soft curls.

“Doing so good for me, fuck. Can I pull your hair?” You nod, still focusing on calming your breathing. Long, slender fingers work their way through your scalp, wrapping the full length into a makeshift ponytail before tugging slightly. You moan around the girth of Spence’s cock, and his hips stutter, pistoning further into your throat. You swallow around him, making him grunt, and begin to pull back, working your tongue against the vein that runs along his shaft.

Spence feels you pull off slightly, and pulls you the rest of the way. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. What are you doing?”

“Changed my mind, wanna get you ready to be fucked.”

“I think you’re just scared that I’m right and you’re wrong. Or did I have you on a hair trigger that quickly?”

“Maybe I should have you suck my dick all night. So fucking tired of you running your mouth.”

“If you have a problem with chatty partners, maybe you should finish up with that pumpkin, I can go grab it if you want.”

“Funny, real funny, y/n. Get on the bed.” You slowly get off your knees, and sit on the bed.

Spence kneels on the floor at your feet, and traces a finger up your leg, up your torso until he arrives at your chest, where the finger turns into a palm, and the palm is pushing you against the mattress.

“Wh--” he shushes you while he’s lifting your legs over his shoulders.

“The only words I wanna hear coming out of your mouth until you cum are how good I’m making you feel and you screaming my name. Anything else can wait.” You nod, hoping he can see you.

“What happened to me not cu--” Spencer cuts you off by reaching up and putting two fingers in your mouth.

“If you’re gonna run your mouth at least make sure it’s to contribute to the moment, y/n. Suck. Make them nice and wet for me, baby, after all, they’re going in you.”

The thrill that rushes through you has heat and its moving to pool directly where Spencer is moving that fucking mouth to. You want to show him that you can follow directions after all this, and so you make good work on getting his fingers slippery. Working your tongue around and between his fingers, showing him without words what you would have done to him if he hadn’t pulled you off that incredible dick.

You get so lost in the moment, your whole world narrowing down to the focus of his fingers that you startle at the first brush of him between your thighs, making space for himself by fitting his shoulders just so and grazing his fingers around your labia. You arch your back and attempt to close your legs, but only meet the strong set of his shoulders holding you open.

“You can’t get shy on me now, y/n, we haven’t even started having fun. It’s time I give you a demonstration of my own, hands-on if that’s amenable to you.”

The words had left your body. Every single one of them. There are millions of words in the multiple languages you spoke, and you knew many, but with Spencer Fucking Reid between your thighs, holding your legs open and threatening you with the best night of your life, you had none. Your brain was melting, focusing on physical sensations as all higher thought faded away until all that was left was the weight of his fingers on your tongue and oh, the brush of those lips against your folds.

“Do-- do whatever you want,” you gargled around those long digits.

“Sorry, what was that? Stop what I’m doing?” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and sat back on his calves, no longer prying you open.

The whine escapes out of you without a thought, the feeling of being empty too much to bear after having his touch. “Don’t stop, please.” You fall short of begging, hoping that the attention you once again begin to pay to his fingers shows how much you want this, want him.

“I’m getting so many mixed signals from you tonight, baby. Stop, don’t stop. Cum, don’t cum. What am I going to do with you?” He allows you to take his fingers back in your mouth and scissors them apart, exactly like how he normally would in another part of your body that was beginning to feel sorely neglected right now.

“Up, please.” Spence leaves his position on the floor and finds a new one over your body, one fist holding his weight above you deep in the mattress, the other still in your mouth.

“What is it, y/n?”

“I don’t want you to eat me out, just want you to fuck me…”

“I’m sure I can do that,” he chuckles, sinking lower into the mattress to place another kiss on your lips.

“Fuck me like you fucked the pumpkin.” You moan out. Spencer doesn’t reply verbally, not that you expected him to, seeing as you most definitely ruined the sexy vibe, but you do get a reply, when he inserts those two spit slick fingers in your pussy.

“Fuck, Spence,” you cry out.

“You wanted me to show you how I fucked the pumpkin? This is how I got the pumpkin flesh and seeds out of the hole,” he pushed his fingers deeper in your pussy, and scissors them apart. If you were of sound mind, and not feeling like you were about to fall off the edge, you imagine you would have made a joke about him scraping your insides, but you weren’t, so it really doesn’t matter.

He continues his assault on your pussy, and you don’t know how to control your body. You convulse around his fingers, your eyes screwing shut and opening again because you want to look at him but God it just feels too. Fucking. Good. He groans at the sounds your pussy makes, at the vision of you under him losing your fucking mind just because of his fingers. His dick hangs heavy and red, aching to be in its proper place.

“You going to cum just on my fingers, baby? Just from this?”

“I fucking might. Fuck me about it.”

“If you insist.” He retracts his fingers from inside you and you wince at the physical ache of emptiness. You look down between your bodies to watch Spence trail his fingers away from your heat and across your inner thigh before leaving your body completely. You watch him contemplate, though you don’t know what for until he strokes your pussy juice around his cock, grunting softly through the motions. He lines up his cock at your hole, and you brace yourself in anticipation, and then he’s moving his cock away to teasingly rub it through your folds instead, wetting it on your slick and shooting sparks up your spine at the hint of movement against your clit. You suck your teeth at the sensation, way too sensitive for Spence’s relentless teasing at this point.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, Reid?” You go to say something else snarky to get your point across, but choke on your spit instead because Spencer pushes his cock inside your pussy and God you finally feel as though you can breathe. That aching, empty feeling dissipates as Spencer bottoms out inside you.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he rests his forehead against yours as he rocks his hips slowly.

“Yes, daddy. You make me feel so good, so cared for. You make me feel so good, Spence.” Your words are barely cohesive, interrupted and breathless as Spencer begins to move, each thrust deep and hard, his movements punctuating your sentences. Each thrust of his hips brings him closer to you, physically but also spiritually, and he maintains a slow and steady rhythm as he fucks you deep.

“Love you so much, baby. Feels so good.” He whimpers, his lips landing on your cheek, before sliding across to your lips, not fully kissing you, but more like finding purchase. “So hot, so tight.”

“Fuck-- fuck me harder,” you pant into Spence’s mouth, clashing teeth and tongues as you feel the warmth swelling in your belly and knotting in your pussy. You’ve lost time, unsure how long the two of you have been in this ecstasy before Spence picks up the pace, now hard and fast but just as deep, and your breathless noises are almost louder than the erotic sounds of skin slapping against wet skin. If low and slow was a breath of fresh air, you may as well be suffocating. You cry out and wrap your legs around his waist, ignoring the fact that your mouths are occupying the same space.

Spence tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls, drawing out a whine you can’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed for. He releases your lip, “I’m gonna cum, pumpkin.” He nudges his nose against your cheek.

“Me too, fuck-- call me pumpkin again and I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”

Spence lifted himself away to get as much leverage as he could, big hands sliding down your torso and across your legs to spread you further, and his pistoning hips pick up their already relentless pace. You’re crying out now, lost in the feel of everything and can’t decide if you want to grab at the wrists holding your legs apart or grab at the sheets, anything to ground yourself from floating completely away and that high begins at the top of your head and starts to make its way down your body. The bed is shaking with your combined movements, rattling the frame and bedside table. Your toes are tingling and you can feel your thighs starting to shake as that wave of pleasure is crashing down.

“FUCK” the two of you curse in unison, as Spencer’s movements ratchet up further as he chases his own high, pumping you full of his cum. You can’t help the laugh that escapes as you clench around him, so fucking euphoric as your body deals with that floaty wave of endorphins.

Spence gently releases the tension he has on your thighs, pulling out before he flops down beside you on the bed, that warm rush of his cum leaking out without him acting as a barrier. His limbs are trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. He’s completely spent.

“Happy halloween?” He chuckles, his voice dry and raspy as he tries to catch his breath from the… activities of this evening.

You grin and look over at him, very aware of your tits heaving as you try to catch your breath. “So was that my trick or my treat?”

Spencer slides his fingers over your thigh down to where you’re soaked, catching on the cum and causing a jolt to go through your overstimulated body, and he brings those slick fingers up to your mouth.

“That, pumpkin, was round one,” Spence says as you wrap your lips around his fingers, tasting the combination of both your orgasms and swallowing happily, sucking at his fingertips for a moment in a show of what he missed out on, before pulling away to lick your lips.

“I swear to god I’ll cut your dick off in your sleep if you call me pumpkin again.” You bite the tips of his fingers in response.

“Can you at least bury it in the pumpkin? It’s what he deserves.”

“Whatever, Ichabod Crane.”

The two of you settle into silence, content to just be in each other’s presence, until Spence’s phone rings. He groans and reaches over to the nightstand, “It’s Hotch, y/n--”

“Answer it.”

“I’m not answering a call from my dad after I just came balls deep.”

“Did you just call Hotch your d-- nevermind. I’ll answer it.”

“Not when my cum is literally dripping out of you right now.”

“Someone needs to answer the fucking phone, Spence.”

He picks up the call, “Hello? Uh huh-- Uh huh-- no it’s fine, we were just watching a movie. Yeah, we can come in say… 15 minutes. Oh. Sure. Sorry, Hotch. Uh huh. See you then.”

When Spence gets off the phone, his face is flushed, and he looks almost like he just got scolded by his favourite teacher.

“What happened?”

“It turns out, I hit answer when I picked up the phone. He heard everything.”

“Even you calling him your dad?”

“Funnily enough, Y/n, I don’t think he was really focusing on that.”

“Was it the part where you said I can’t answer it because your cum is dripping outta me?”

“I don’t think the specifics are important right now, baby. We need to go back in.”

“Damn, do we have time for sexy couples showering? Or is it the couples showering that is literally just about getting clean?”

“We have 15 minutes to be at Quantico, y/n. We don’t have time to shower.”

“I’m not going in and facing our friends and coworkers with your cum dripping out of me, Spencer. I’m showering. And just for that, you’re not allowed to join me.”

“But—“

“No buts, Spencer! And certainly no Butts, for that matter. Our next rounds will just have to wait until we see what Dad wants from us.”

“Please don’t call Hotch dad when you’re naked, it’s weird.”

“At least I wasn’t naked and on the phone to Hotch when I said it. Besides, it’s only weird if you make it weird. Are you trying to make it weird now, Spence?”

“Everything is sufficiently weird. Now, can you please go shower?”

You nod and get up, are halfway across the room before you pause to look back at Spencer, “Hotch calling was the trick. He better have candy when we get in.”

“While I don’t want to ruin the mood, I highly doubt Hotch will give us any candy.”

You grin and turn to continue to the bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “He will! He will want to ignore this ever happened, even if it means bribing us.”

“I guess so. You’re not going to tell anyone about it, right?”

“Only Penelope,” you shout over the sound of the shower heating up.

“Who will tell Morgan, and then Morgan will harass us for the rest of our lives” Spence shouts back.

“Not if Morgan doesn’t want me dishing out goss on him to the entire team! I got blackmail for days, baby.”

“You terrify me!”

“I know! But you love me anyway.”

“I’ve always had an affinity for cruel, wicked things.”

“You say the sweetest things! Now stop sitting there with your dick out and get our clothes ready. I’ll be out in three minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

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Spencer I need you | part four

Word count: 1600

Warning: overstimulation, rough sex, choking, crying from good rough sex, Dom Sub sex relationship, bondage, degrading, praise, knife play, thigh riding, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, fingering, oral sex

(Disclaimer: I'm not gonna go into detail on the case really at all cuz I just don't wanna I'm sorry hope you enjoy) ^__^

You and Spencer arrive at the FBI office building and walk in. You both walk to the elevator and you press the number 6 button.

"Hey I'm Y/N? Can I ask you a question?" Spencer said looking at you in the eyes. You look back up at him. "Yes. Of course. What is it Spence?" You said leaning your head against his chest.

"I was wondering if you had thought any more on what you want us to be?" He said while wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. "Actually Dr. I have." You said now wrapping your arms around his torso. "Really! What is your decision then? If I may ask?" As soon as he asks you that the elevator dings.

Immediately y'all untangled yourselves, and stood side by side as if you weren't just engulfed in the world's warmest hug. "I want a relationship Spence." You said immediately walking to Emily not giving Spencer time to say anything else to you.

"Hey! Y/N!" Emily said giving you a hug. "Heh- hey Em." You said hopeful that Spencer wants the same thing as you. "So JJ told me about the guy from the bar last night. I take it you both hit it off quite well." She said laughing. "Huh- what do you mean?" You asked her confused. "I mean the hickeys all over your neck."

You had completely forgotten about Spencer giving you those. "Oh uh-yeah we had a good time he's great." You started looking around the bullpen for Spencer. You finally spotted him standing behind Emily smiling. You just glared at him.

"Well I gotta go change my clothes. So I'll be right back." As you turn to walk to the bathroom to change hotch comes out of his office. "Sorry Y/N. That's gonna have to wait till we get on the plane." You sighed and walked up to Spencer and you both walked to the round table.

After debriefing/on the plane

You walk on the plane and set your stuff on the couch type seat. You grab an outfit and walk into the bathroom.

When you walk out Spencer is sitting next to your stuff. "Hey princess." He mouths to you so no one else can hear. "Hey Spency." You said sitting down with a noticeable smile on your face.

After you landed you and Spencer were told to go to the police station and set up the geographical map ect.

"So um, Y/N." Spencer said. "Uh yes Spencer." You said trying not to make eye contact. "So about this morning on the elevator." "Oh yeah sorry." "Wha- why?" He said looking down at you sadly. "I- I just meant that we had sex once or twice and I just totally laid a relationship on you and I don't know if that's what you want. I just-" you were cut off by Spencer kissing you.

"Goodness women, is this how everyone feels when I ramble on?" He said holding your face. "Uh- um yeah, basically." You said laughing. "That oh my God Y/N I've wanted to be in a relationship with you since we were children. So of course I would want to be with you now." He said pulling you into a hug and kissing you in the head. "Ditto." You said laughing and wrapping your arms around his torso. He and the rest of the team laughed.

You and Spencer quickly jumped a part, a bit startled. "So where's my money. Seeing as how I won the bet." Emily said with her hand out to morgan, hotch, jj, and Tara.

"You made a bet on me and Spencer getting together?" You asked laughing. "Uh yeah basically." Tara said giving you a hug.

Later that night at the hotel, you were getting ready for bed when you heard a knock on the door. You walk over and open the door. Low and behold the one and only, Dr. Spencer Reid.

"Yes, Dr. Reid?" You said looking at Spencer. "I think I told you what I prefer you to call me." He said placing his hand around your neck and pushing you into your room kissing you. You tugged on his wrist but he just pinned you against the wall by your throat. "Sorry sir." You strained to say from his hand in your throat.

He released your throat and kissed you. "Hi baby." You said hugging his torso. "Hi love. How are you feeling?" "I'm feeling okay. What about you baby?" " I'm better now." You smiled and nuzzled your face into his chest.

You both walked over to the bed and sat down and turned on the Tv. You fell asleep laying on his chest.

When you woke up in the morning Spencer wasn't there but a note was. It told you that he was sorry but he had to go but you were asleep.

You took a shower and got ready for the day. As you were doing your make up your heard a knock on the door. You opened it and Spencer walked in giving you a hug. "Hey baby. Are you ready?" He said letting go of you. "Hey yeah one sec." You said finishing up your make up.

It's currently Thursday you'd been in Seattle, washington. Your team caught the killer. You, JJ, morgan, emily, spencer, and Tara drove to the plane and got on. You sat down next to the window and Spencer sat next to you.

"Oh! So, you two are thing now?" Morgan asked sitting in front of you both. "Yeah."  Spencer said pulling you closer to him. "Mmhm!" You said closing your eyes and laying your head on his chest. "Well then I guess this calls for drinks." Morgan said kinda yelling at the rest of the team.

When you landed spencer and the team had agreed to meet at the Eighteenth. You arrived at the bar and walked in and went to a table and sat down. As you sat down you got a text.

Hey. Y/N. Um it's Nathan I haven't heard from you for a minute.

Oh! Hey Nathan! you texted him back.

Spencer looks down at your phone and back at you. "Whos that love?" He said placing a hand on your thigh. "Oh uh- its Nathan from the bar last week." You said placing you hand on top of his and looking at him. "Oh. What did he say."  "Nothing. He was just wondering what I've been up to." 

Spencer pulled you into a hug with one arm. You fell into his touch. "Hey Spence." "Yes love?" He said rubbing circles on your back. "I'm gonna go get a drink, do you want something?" You said getting out of his hug. "Um, sure! Do you want me to come with you?" He said while letting up out of the booth.

He grabs you hand and you just melt. You are now officially dating the man of your dreams. The person that you've been in love with since grade school. "Uh- yeah, actually. I would like that." You said pulling his hand for him to stand up.

You both walk up to the bar. "Hi. What can I get started for you tonight?" The bartender said to you and Spencer. "Um can I have a glass of straight vodka, and some tequila shots about four? Oh and can I get some fireball if you have it?" You asked the bartender which caused Spencer to look at you a bit strange.

"And for you sir?" The bartender asked Spencer. "Oh um can I just have some vodka with cranberry juice?" He said placing his hand on your waist. You got your dinks and you and Spencer walked back to the table. "Whoa whoa! Why do you have so much alcohol? And is that straight vodka?" Derek asked smelling your glass of vodka.

"Yes." You said emotionless and taking you cup from Derek and drinking it with zero facial expressions. "Damn Y/N slow down!" Emily said pulling your drink from your lips. "Hey baby?" Spencer said placing a hand on your thigh. "What love?" You said closing your eyes.

"Is there something wrong? You can talk to me princess. I'm always going to try my best to help you no matter what." He said looking at you with a scared worried face. If you didn't know any better you'd think he thought you were going to break up with him already.

"Hey baby. You know that I really like you and I- I love you like kinda a lot and I just really want you to know that I would like neva-" you were cut off by Spencer grabbing your face and only asking you. "Damn women. That was the second time I've had to cut you off." You giggled a bit while continuing to drink.

You couldn't help but think about the fact that you have to tell Nathan that you are in a relationship. You feel kinda bad even though you didn't even do anything. After a bit of drinking you were completely plastered. You had been drinking a lot of vodka. (Your favorite alcohol. Spencer kept some in his apartment just for you.) You and Spencer decided to go home, to your apartment.