☆ binx ☆

it had been a hard day for the two of you, overloaded with paperwork from your last case, jet lag still heavy from just arriving that morning. so as expected, you both crashed upon entering your shared apartment, clothes tiredly tossed on the floor and you climbed into the blankets.

it had started slow, you both kissing while you laid slightly on top of him, your leg thrown over his body as you pressed against his side. you kissed just to feel eachother, just to know the other was there, to enjoy the presence of one another. his hand held your face, tugging on your hair gently when your kisses became needier, your body pressing to his own, hand trailing down his stomach.

the whine that pressed into your lips as you cupped his gradually hardening cock made you apply more pressure, wanting to see what other reactions you could pull out of spencer. his fingers tangled in your hair as you ran your hand along his cloth covered shaft, his hips pressed up into your hand as you creeped under his boxers, his head fell back into the pillow with a huff as you teased his leaking tip.

“please baby, i just wanna feel you,” spencer whispered as he pulled you to sit on top of him, hands quickly readjusting to your plush waist once you’d settled.

“please, god i love you,” his words were soft in the warm air as you sank down on top of him, underwear pulled to the side. he’d needed this for god knows how long and you did too, making it known with how eased yourself up and down his cock, kissing his sweet lips. there was no urgency in either of your acts, kissing each other slow and soft as you moved to feel every inch of him, spencer’s hands gently exploring your skin.

the room was filled with gentle moans from the two of you and the sound of your wet pussy being filled, intimacy spencer and yourself had missed desperately.

babe i am so sorry for how this has taken me to get to, writers block is a bitch. but here you go, i hope you enjoy!!

spencer reid always tried to time it so you both came together. he loved the intimacy of it, knowing how good it feels for both you at the same time, but sometimes it just doesn't work out.

he didn't know what was up with you that day, you were so much more sensitive than usual. spencer had already made you cum once with his tongue on your clit, and a second time while he fucked you. you were laying on your back, legs wrapped around his slender hips as he thrust in and out of you, his head on your shoulder.

you knew he was close with the noises he made, the silent gasps and the whines he tried to hide, but you just couldn't hold on any longer. you came around his cock, squeezing him tight as his thumb continued rubbing tight circles on your clit. your head pushed back against the pillow, legs shaking as spencer kept up his feverish pace, chasing his own high and relishing in how good you felt.

neither of you even knew you squirted at first, not until spencer came and ceased his movements, bringing his hand down to rub the skin of your stomach. not until he slowly pulled out with a wince from the both of you. it was then when he noticed the mess covering his pelvis, the way the sheets below your perfect cunt were wet.

ever since then he wanted to see it happen, wanted to know he made you squirt. spencer would make sure to have you cum at least twice before he was close to finishing, would continue to rub your clit as you clawed at his back and whined that you couldn't take it anymore, whispering sweetly that he knew you could.

he'd eat you out for hours. not that he didn't before, but now he gave you less time to relax from the overstimulation before he pushed another orgasm out of you. he'd pull away and settle back as his fingers fucked in and out of your sopping pussy, watch as your eyebrows furrowed and you soaked the bed.

he got home late that night, finishing up paperwork took longer than he expected, finally arriving home at around 1 am. he believed he'd walk in to you sound asleep in bed, but instead he heard you turning, trying to get comfortable from the hallway.

"baby? you okay?" he whispered upon opening the bedroom door, watching as you shove the blanket off your upper body and sigh.

"can't sleep," you respond, eyes barely open, staring at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry," spencer mumbled, walking over the closet to undress. your eyes moved to watch him, your head turning on the cold pillow. he looked so pretty, as always, his hair tousled and messy from the stressful night, glasses slowly falling down his nose as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"could i help you?" he asked, setting his glasses on the nightstand beside your bed, lifting the covers to slip inside.

his hand quickly found your bare skin, sliding under his baggy t-shirt you wore to bed, pulling himself closer to you.

"how so?" you asked, breath hitching as spencer moved from kissing your cheek, to trailing his soft lips down your neck.

"like this?" spencer whispered as the hand resting on your stomach slid downward, fingers just barely slipping below your underwear.

"mhm," you responded, knees instinctively lifting and opening, giving his big hand more room.

spencer mumbled a sweet thank you into your skin as he kissed down your body, took off your underwear, made room and rested between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs. it was almost like he made out with your cunt, tongue swirling over your clit, hands gently holding you open. you heard him moan as you softly tugged on his hair, felt his efforts increase, you whined as he pushed two fingers inside.

spencer kept going until you finished, a little further, pulled away licking his lips after your thighs clenched from the overstimulation. he left wet, sloppy kisses on your thighs as he made his way up from laying on the mattress.

you kissed him once he settled beside you, fingers cupping his soft face, smiling as his own slid into your hair.

"wanna help you too," you mumbled, words slurred with sleepiness, eyes barely focusing on his face in the soft light from the window.

"shh," he replied, gently pulling you to lay on your side. spencer pulled off his boxers, shoving them away and off the bed. "gonna help us both, if that's okay."

you nodded into the dark, closing your eyes. spencer lifted your leg, placed his cock between your thighs, pushed it up against your cunt as he set your leg back down. his hand curled around your waist, his other arm sliding under your head as you settled closer against his body.

it was softer motions that did the work, spencer thrusting back and forth between your thighs, cock rubbing against your clit as he did so. your orgasm that followed was softer than before, your face tucked into his shoulder, quiet moans mixing with his own.

spencer came between your legs, a choked gasp leaving his lips as he stilled against you, fingers curling into your plush skin. you felt him lean away, his arm leaving your side. a whine almost left your lips, until you heard the sound a tissue being pulled out its box, felt spencers warm hand lift your thigh, the tissue wipe against your plush skin as he cleaned up his mess.

okayyy just a cute lil one-shot i got you babe 🤭

i imagine this as early seasons spencer, maybe season 2? pre episode 15...

it would happen during one of your weekly movie nights (which happened far less than weekly due to spencer reid's job, but he tried his best to carve out as much time for you in his life). as of late you had changed from sitting on the opposite side of the couch, legs up beside him on the cushion, to sitting upright next to spencer, your body brushing against him with any movement. it made it difficult for him to focus on the movie, which usually didn't happen. you overwhelmed him in the best way possible.

it really took a lot for spencer to build up the courage to do anything. his palms were sweaty, he didn't eat a single piece of popcorn for the last 40 minutes of the movie so his lips weren't buttery, his fingers tangled in his lap. he waited until the movie was over, listened with a soft smile as you gave your opinion in a long rant after you paused the credits.

usually his thoughts followed soon after yours, the ideas still fresh in his mind, but spencer hadn't started talking yet.

"are you okay, spence?" you asked, body turning to face him a little more.

he nodded feverishly, something you knew he only did when he was nervous. "yeah i'm okay, don't worry," he smiled.

spencer held eye contact for a second in the silence that hung over the room before lifting his hand and gently holding the side of your face, his head tilting and eyes closing as he leaned in to kiss you. it was small, he let the kiss linger for a moment and so did you, before he pulled back.

"i'm sorry- i should've asked first, you just looked really beautiful and i mean you're more than your looks don't get me wrong-" his mind was running faster than it usually did, overwhelmed with concern that he made you uncomfortable, but it looked like maybe you wanted to kiss him too?

"spencer. youre okay, stop worrying," you interrupted him before he could keep rambling, a smile fixing on your face as you watched the cogs turn in his head. "i liked it."

his eyes shot to yours, he had been looking at the ground in his worry. "you did? that was okay?"

"yes," you nodded.

here's little things i think happen between spencer reid and bau reader as they keep their relationship a secret.

sfw!!

hey babes. sorry i went on an unannounced 2/3 month hiatus, i marched drum corps this summer!! so i was like crazy busy and had no life outside of dci. but the season is over so im back now, YOU CANT GET RID OF ME!!

babes im so sorry this took me so long to get to omg... i got a lil carried away

spencer reid would be waiting for you at the banquet, hips resting against the refreshment table as his fingers played with the plastic lip of his cup. you'd asked him to just meet you there despite his insistent offers to pick you up, so he'd picked up a plate of your favorite dessert as he waited.

it was when you walked in that the room felt stuffy, his collar felt too tight, he unbuttoned his blazer, his sweater vest was suddenly too warm, his belt needed to be loosened, he needed you to do it for him.

you walked in wearing a simple dress, but the light reflecting on the black satin complimented your perfect body, your belly, your hips, the shift of your thighs as you approached. he felt dirty seeing the innocent smile on your face, excited to spend a night with him as his colleagues, and all he could think of was your pretty legs wrapped around him-

he let you drag him person to person for greetings, the small talk felt like ages to him. spencers hand was practically glued to your waist, and you felt every twitch of his fingers, every small squeeze. he seemed startled when others spoke to him, not scared, but like he was snapping out of a daydream.

"spence, are you okay?" you'd dragged him to a wall away from the other guests, hands rubbing his tense shoulders.

"what do you mean?" spencer responded, barely able to keep his eyes locked on yours when you looked like that right in front of him.

"you're so distracted, is it a case or something?" you watched as his eyes not-so-subtly traced down your dress, the little peek of his tongue in the corner of his mouth, you realized it wasn't a case.

"do you need some help with something?" you asked, pressing a little closer. his impatient nod was enough to get you drenched, the small, "please," he let out urged you to pull him away and somewhere private.

it wasn't ideal- spencer liked to take his time with you- but the storage closet at the edge of the room would have to do.

spencer kissed you like he was starving once the door clicked shut, his large hands grasping at your hair and waist and hips- he was everywhere once you two were alone. your left arm wrapped around his shoulders as your right hand quickly planted itself on his growing bulge, his moan drowned in your lips.

you made quick work of his belt and zipper, moving to lower to your knees but spencer quickly picked you back up again.

"can you please turn around? i- god i wanna be inside you so bad, please?"

how could you say no?

you turned around, pressing your hands into the wall in front of you, face turned to the side to get a glimpse of spencer in your periphery. his curls fell into his face perfectly, his lips parted as he pushed your dress up to bunch around your waist. long fingers pushed your underwear to the side, middle and ring tracing their way from your clit to your hole.

"you're so wet baby, such a pretty pussy, wish i could see you better," spencer whispered, eyes glancing between your pussy and your face, fingers dipping in.

he pumped his fingers slowly, curled to brush your g-spot, his other hand held your dress up. he stopped once your legs began to shake, once his hand was soaked and your fingers clawed the wall, only to push his cock in soon after.

your mouth fell open, silent gasps and quiet moans falling from your lips, desperate to keep quiet as spencer fucked you slow and deep, only feet from the event crowd. dirty praises fell from his lips, his hand grasping the plush skin of your hip, the other wrapped around you to rub your clit.

the sounds of your shared whimpers mingled with the subtle noise of his hips pressing against the backs of your thighs with every thrust. spencer knew to stay gentle, he wanted to be nice to you, to make you feel good, but also to avoid getting caught.

his rhythm only faltered as the both of you came, his hips jutting against your own as his body curled over against you, moans quiet for only you to hear.

when spencer pulled out his fingers quickly pushed back in, shoving his cum deeper into your pussy. he cleaned you up as much as he could, licking his fingers clean before bringing them back to your pussy, only to clean them off again.

[i wrote this as reader being a teacher assistant cause im sorry i can't do student x teacher it feels wrong to me]

you sat at his desk, legs crossed and out of sight from the students as spencer reid presented his next topic of discussion. he always looked so gorgeous during his lectures, so fuckable.

that image was solidified with the memory of him just moments before, 20 minutes before class started with prayers running through your head that a student wouldn't come in early for help. spencers head had been buried between your thighs, hand gripping your soft flesh so hard you knew there'd be bruises by tomorrow. he'd whine with the soft tugs you gave his hair, nose pressed against you as he sucked and licked at your clit. his words still rang through your head,

"please- oh please cum for me baby,"

"oh my god you taste so good, so fucking good,"

he'd sat on his knees, you propped on his desk, the one right before you now. you could see the obvious tent in his slacks, you watched as his hips pressed into the air. you knew how hard he was, youd felt him moments ago. but right now you wanted to cum, he could wait.

"please, please can i touch myself?"

"oh please, ive been such a good boy,"

"tell me im good- please ive been so good for you-"

the whine spencer let out when you finally granted him permission to fuck his own fist would live with you forever you believed. he sounded so pretty, and you can still hear a rasp in the way he speaks, he'd really done a number on his voice with how vocal he was for you. a small smile graced your lips, you see the way students look at him, and you took pride in knowing you were the only one he got that desperate for.

early/mid seasons spencer reid would be so embarrassed, not of you, but of his teammates seeing the marks. it's humiliating to him, knowing that the other bau members know he's intimate with someone else.

the sneaky comments from morgan make him blush beyond belief, red flushing his cheeks and neck down to his chest, reaching the marks that morgan doesn't even know are there; he only saw the fading one peeking out from spencers shirt collar. but they're humiliating in a way that almost turns spencer on.

he sits in his chair, blushing, willing himself not to get hard at the memory of you on his lap, lips sucking as his skin. he loves you so much even thinking of you riles him up at work. he'd ask you in a hushed whisper to keep the marks below his collarbone, desperate to keep himself sane in the office.

when youre on him, he relishes in the feeling of your soft lips on his neck, his shoulders, his chest. he whimpers at the making of a darker mark, hips jutting into your own from underneath. he loves how proud you are to have him, he just wants to keep this to himself for a while.

but late seasons spencer reid, oh he's so eager to let you mark him up wherever you please. of course, with limits considering his job as a federal agent, but he loves to pretend you have free reign. he loves how much you love to claim him, to make him so obviously taken, obviously yours.

morgans gotten so used to the sight of hickeys climbing up the base of spencer's neck that he doesn't even mention it anymore. it's not some crazy thing to tease spencer about, now it's the norm.

spencer still cherishes the feeling of you sucking at his skin just the same, he'd never get used to it. it always manages to make him fall apart, make his breathing shake and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips.

What about fem!reader teaching Spencer how to do a cunnilingus and he is a really good learner so r cum for the seconde time. (idk if it make sense)

babes. ily. let's get into this (im sorry this is so vague im sleepy)

spencer reid would of course have the best intentions the first time he goes down on you, he just, doesn't really know what he's doing. so before he can even get much done, before his chin is wet, he pulls back again and asks for help.

you of course offer advice, pointing out where your clit is, how to stimulate it, what he should do and when and with how much pressure. he takes mental notes quickly, memorizing exactly what you like.

spencer makes you cum in just a few minutes after your first lesson. he's moaning into your pussy, face soaked and lips raw, fingers pressing against the soft meat of your inner thighs. he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, tugging as his soft curls, his hips secretly grinding into the mattress and he listens to your praise. it's like he's drunk between your legs, clueless just 10 minutes ago, but now he's eating you out like it's the only thing he knows how to do.

he wouldn't stop for a while. wouldn't stop until you're whining and softly pushing him away, he was too busy memorizing how you reacted to every small change of how his tongue pressed against you and counting every time you came to realize that, maybe it was too much.

it was the first time you and spencer reid had fucked without a condom. he didn't expect it to feel so different, so good, with you wrapped around him, nothing there to seperate the two of you.

he was deep inside you, hips pushing up against the backs of your thighs as he thrusts inside of you, the sound of skin hitting skin and your sopping pussy filled the room. but of course, that was drowned out by spencers moans, his whine, his curses, his whispers. his small,

"oh my god, you feel so good"

"youre so perfect like this"

"making me feel so good sweetheart"

"fuck, i love you so much,"

his voice cracked between words. you heard him so perfectly, with his head buried in your shoulder. your skin was wet with his spit, a result from the wet, sloppy kisses he'd place in the curve of your neck on a particularly good thrust, or after his quiet praises.

your fingers buried in his hair, the other holding onto the smooth of his back. one of spencers hands held him up, his other palm rested on your waist. his voice raised in pitch, moans breaking with desperate pleas.

"baby, please, please can i cum? can i cum inside you? oh my- fuck please let me cum in you please," he rambled almost senselessly, drunk on the feeling of you.

an excited, erratic nod of your head and your whispered, "yes, please yes spencer, please cum in me," were enough to set him over the edge.

spencer came hard, legs shaking as his hips stalled pressing against your own, breathing labored and heavy. he was sure to kiss 'thank yous' into your soft skin. it felt so dirty, but so good, it would be such a shame if this happened again.

it'd happen while he's gone on a case. not a short one, of course, he can usually last the two to three days away from you. but a week? he felt like he was going crazy without you, without your touch, your lips, your soft skin.

and no, of course he doesn't usually have dirty dreams about you. but tonight, of course, tonight had to be a night he did. he'd dreamt of fucking you, your soft thighs over his, straddling him as he sat against the headboard of your shared bed. the way your lips parted, the beautiful sounds you make, the soft sound of his skin against yours as he thrusted up into you, your grip on his shoulders. it was just enough to get him hard, to make him wake up in a cold sweat.

it was two a.m. when he awoke, the blinds to the window pulled shut. spencer was unbelievablely grateful that this night, he'd gotten a hotel room to himself. he knew you'd be asleep right now, the case only being further up the east coast and not in a seperate time-zone, but he needed to hear your voice.

"spence? what's wrong?" you asked, voice groggy when you picked up after the first few rings. spencer was already palming himself through his underwear, breath labored as he lay on his side. he'd never been this forward, and now that he has you on the phone, he doesn't even know what to say.

"i just- god i miss you," he said, voice quiet in the dark of his room. you quickly understood what he meant, the lack and breath and neediness in his voice apparent, the way he whined your name only furthering your assumption.

"yeah, spence?" you heard him mumble a small, 'mhm' in response, probably nodding despite you not being able to see it. you wished you could see it, you wished you could see how desperately his hips jutted forward, his big hand wrapped around his cock, his eyebrows furrowed as he bit back a moan of your name when he heard the teasing in your voice.

"needed to call me? need to hear my voice to cum?" you asked, already knowing his answer.

"yeah, please, please keep talking, is this okay? can i touch myself?" spencer whispered. he wanted to be sure this was okay with you. this was never something you two had even mentioned.

"mhm, yeah of course you can baby, whatever you need." your voice was still groggy and thick with sleep, but if anything it further pushed spencers fantasy of waking you and filling you up. "what should i talk about?" you asked, never having done this before.

"anything, please anything, just wanna hear you," he replied, breath heavy as he finally slipped his hand under his boxers and ran his hand along his hard cock. you heard a heavy whine through the receiver, a moan nearly escaping your lips at how pretty he sounded.

you simply rambled about the book you'd been reading, your day, your plans for the weekend. it was hard to concentrate when you could hear spencer getting himself off, the silent gasps and the moans distracting you from your words. spencer would mumble a small, "keep going," your name hushed under his breath.

you would go silent as he cums, thighs clenching together as you chewed your lip at the moan spencer let out, hushed in a way that almost turned you on even more.

"you done, spence?" you asked gently, yawning as your eyes drifted back to sleep.

I was thinking about Spencer always being bottom and wanting to try to be on top for the first time <3

omg what thank you so much ♡♡

oo i like this idea a lot, thank you, im assuming you mean spencer usually physically being on bottom (like reader riding him), so i jumped into this with that.

spencer reid's fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, lips attached to your own as you kissed him vehemently. it usually started like this, you straddling his hips, your mouth shushing his soft whines as you ground your hips against his hard cock through his pants.

his brows furrowed, usually as he got lost in the feeling of you, but this time it was in mild frustration. spencer wanted to change it this time, but he didn't know how to say that.

"do you wanna keep going?" you asked as you pulled away, making eye contact with spencer, watching as he breathed heavy, nodding a whispering a quick "yeah, yes". you tugged his shirt up and off, tossing it to the other side of the bed. spencer pulled your shirt off as well, then watched as you got off of him to pull off your pajama pants and underwear. he quickly tugged his own off as well, slightly curling in on himself.

your hand landed on his knee, and you looked at spencer with the intention of getting back on top. instead, you watched as he chewed his lip, not quite looking at you.

"are you okay? we don't have to do anything if you don't want to-" you asked worried, before being interrupted by spencers timid voice.

"no, no i want to, i promise. just, um," he swallowed his nerves before speaking again, "can you lay down?"