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married! spencer who just loves to suck on the finger your wedding ring is on 🤤 you don’t even have to be getting freaky, you’ll just be sitting next to one another on the couch reading and he’ll go from holding your hand to kissing it and sticking your ring finger in his mouth while reading
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servicetop!spencer who tells you facts and explains what you’re feeling while you’re overstimulated 🤔🤔
stop I’m actually going insane I NEEEDDDDD SERVICE TOP SPENCER
I’ve been thinking abt him being like this.. for so long… I think this is my sign to finally DO IT
#yes explain every little detail and tell me what I’m feeling and why I’m feeling it and use your big brain to make me feel good and ramble abt the anatomy of it all
This might actually make me open my little document tonight……..
summary: your best friend had been secretly in love with you since forever. So when your date stood you up, a run-in with spencer gave him an unexpected opportunity to show you how you deserved to be treated.
warnings & tags: fluff, mutual pining, best friends & coworkers to.. idk, spencer is down BAD, they talk abt 'dating' as a general topic, dry humping, inexperienced!spencer, spencer cums too fast in his pants
w/c: 3.8k
a/n: I've been needing something sickienngly sweet lately, and this is what my brain came up with today
Just like many weekends that were left untouched by the demands of the BAU, Spencer found himself in a familiar state of indecision.
He was left with two options—inviting you over to order cheap takeout while debating the terribly flawed plot holes of a bad horror movie, or retreating to losing himself in his freshly acquired collection of books with the hum of Star Trek playing on his small, boxy TV, alone, in the comforting orbit of his apartment.
Spending time with you was Spencer’s favorite thing to do; it didn’t matter what the two of you were doing as long as he got to do it with you.
So when Spencer’s ‘are you free?’ text was met with the first ever, simple ‘I’m a bit busy’ with no elaboration, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink. It wasn’t just disappointment; it was a sudden realization of how much he relied on your presence to make his days feel complete.
The books on his coffee table lost their appeal, and all he could do was wonder what you were busy with tonight.
He stared at your text, picked at every letter as if the four simple words held more than their meaning.
Spencer analyzed the abruptness that only he was seeing, and quietly questioned if he had somehow overstepped a boundary he hadn’t even realized was there.
The suffocating quiet of his apartment offered no answers. Surely, Spencer reasoned with himself, he could just go outside and see where the evening takes him with no specific plan.
He told himself he was going to clear his head and pick up some takeout from a nice spot near his place.
He had no idea that his restless feet were taking him straight to the restaurant where you were currently sitting alone, staring at an empty chair.
Pure habit guided him to the small, warm-lit cafe across from your favorite park—a place he frequented because the ambient noise was predictable and the food was always good.
The moment he pushed the heavy glass door open, the bell chiming softly, his eyes wandered around the place before fixing on the back of someone’s head.
He knew it was you. Sitting at the table by the furthest window from the door, everything about you was familiar—your hair, your posture, and the distinct way you propped your elbows on any flat surface in front of you.
Spencer froze, his feet rooting to the floor as he stared at you, completely alone, with a closed menu, and a single glass of water sitting untouched in front of you.
He cursed at himself for not trying to look put together before leaving his apartment, his hair greasy and tucked behind his ears, his shirt wrinkled in a way he’d never allow.
You’d probably seen Spencer in his worst states on exhausting, soul-sucking cases where everyone slowly morphed into hollow, sleepless creatures, or on lazy mornings after spending the night on your couch because the two of you had been lost in conversations that lasted into the early hours of the morning. But standing here while you were dressed up and seemingly waiting for someone, felt entirely different.
You looked just as utterly captivating as ever. He didn’t have to see your face to know that you looked like a breathtaking angel that he wasn’t worthy of staring at.
You were a stark contrast to the dim, soft atmosphere around you, and it made his chest ache to think someone was making you wait.
Before he could think better of it, Spencer’s body was already making its way up to you.
“Hey,” he said softly, your face immediately following the unmistakable sound of his voice as you looked up with glassy eyes.
“Oh my god, Spencer.. hi,” you beamed despite the sheer embarrassment burning in your chest, “w—what are you doing here?” you let out an awkward chuckle with your question.
Spencer’s hand instantly went to the back of his neck, his fingers nervously tangling in his hair as he offered a sheepish smile. “Oh, I— I was just coming in to get some takeout,” he gestured vaguely toward the front counter.
His eyes flicked down to your outfit in between his words, admiring the mini plaid red skirt that hugged your hips beautifully before looking back up at your face.
“You look amazing,” he said honestly, his voice slightly quieter than the first time he spoke. “Are.. you waiting for anyone?” he glanced at the empty seat across from you.
“Um.. yeah— I mean, I was,” you muttered, your hands nervously smoothing out your skirt, “but I just got the ‘can’t make it’ text. Twenty minutes late,” you let out a dry laugh, leaning back against the wooden chair, “and he still had the audacity to reschedule for tomorrow!”
Spencer shook his head, his fingers fiddling on the insides of his pockets, “Wow, that’s.. exceptionally poor etiquette.”
He glanced at the empty seat across from you, then back to your face. His stomach did a violent, nervous flip, but the sight of you sitting there, looking way too beautiful to be left alone, gave him an uncharacteristic burst of bravery, “Y’know, if you don’t wanna go home yet, and since you’re all dressed up.. I haven’t had dinner yet. I know I don’t look very presentable right now, but I can assure you I’m a better conversationalist than an empty chair.” he paused at the faint tug of your lips that formed into a little smile, “I actually haven’t had anything in my system since last night, so you’d technically be doing me a massive favor by letting me join you.”
“Are you asking me on a date?” you teased as you cocked your head to the side.
The question caught him completely off guard, making his soft lips part with no words leaving them as he took in the playful tilt of your head.
He cleared his throat, a boyish, endearing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he dropped his hands to his sides, “No! I mean—yes! If.. if you want me to?”
His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to break his ribs and jump out at any moment.
You nodded, “Of course, Spencer. Sit.”
The simple invitation acted like an instant release valve for the tension coiled in his shoulders.
A soft, heavy breath escaped him as he slid into the chair across from you, his long legs awkwardly tangling with yours under the small table for a brief moment, “Sorry,”
Spencer couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was on a date with you.
He knew that the situation he ended up in was a total coincidence and you probably considered this date a friendly hangout more than anything else. But it still somehow felt serious to Spencer, it was his first date ever.
When the waiter approached the table a moment later, Spencer didn’t even glance at the laminated menu resting between the two of you. He ordered a club sandwich and you decided to get the same order as him before a comfortable yet slightly charged silence settled over the table.
Spencer cleared his throat, leaning forward slightly as if he was treading carefully into the subject. “So, um.. If you don’t mind me asking,” he hoped that you would somehow answer his unasked question, “Who was he? The guy who.. canceled on you. You never really.. mentioned anyone like that.”
“It was our first date. I met him a few months ago at the grocery store.”
Spencer’s heart dropped. Although taking someone’s number or going on a few dates didn’t mean that you were completely off limits, it definitely meant that you were interested in someone else.
He knew it’s your right to find love, but he wanted it to be him.
“Oh, and you guys have been…” Spencer trailed off, silently asking what the two of you were for the past few months.
“This was supposed to be our first date.”
“It took you months to go out?”
“I.. actually didn’t really want to at first.” you stared down at your fingers as you laced them together, “It’s nothing against the guy, but dating was never.. something I put much time and effort into—especially with how demanding work is. So I kinda just abandoned that aspect of my life for the past few years.”
The relief that spread through Spencer’s chest when you said that you hadn’t been seeing this guy for the past few months was almost enough to make him reach over the kiss you senseless.
“I get that,” he said softly, “The idea of traditional dating feels almost.. impossible sometimes. The unreliable work schedule and the exhaustion that comes with it plays a huge part as to why I’ve kept my distance from it, and I’d really hate to be an absent partner..” he bit the inside of his cheek, slowly admitting to things he’d never really shared before, “I know some things are out of my control, but I’d die from guilt.”
Before you could respond, Spencer went on, “But I don’t think that is why I’ve never dated.”
“Then what is?” you tried to catch his flickering gaze and lock it onto yours to let him know that you understood.
“I just.. Never found a reason to try.” he murmured, finally forcing his hazel eyes back up to meet yours.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s worth trying for. I know you will.” you offered him a small, tentative smile.
Spencer was an angel on earth—someone you’d always harbored a secret softness for.
Thankfully, before the silence turned awkward, the waiter came back with your orders, and seeing the perfectly cut triangles of your toasted club sandwich made your mouth water, shifting your focus to eating and enjoying the beautiful view in front of you.
Two more orders of fries and one chocolate ice cream you shared, the two of you were surrounded by completely new faces. People were coming in and leaving the two of you were still at that table.
Spencer was completely in his element now, his eyes focused entirely on you, his long fingers animatedly gesturing as he rambled on about everything under the sun.
You listened, laughing whenever his voice turned to a higher pitch when he got to the frustrating parts of whatever he was dissecting, stealing fries from the basket between you, enjoying the sweet and salty mixture with the ice cream.
As you brought some melting ice cream up to your lips, it slipped off the plastic spoon, dripping on your chin and falling onto the clean fabric of your skirt. “Shit,”
Spencer was drunk off your laughs and mesmerizing voice all night in a way that made him reach over and skim the sweet ice cream off your chin before pushing the bowl closer to you.
“So romantic, Spence,” you properly wiped the excess off your chin, “stealing my ice cream off my face?”
All he could do was sheepishly chuckle.
He leaned forward, his hair falling on the side of his forehead, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
You could clearly tell that this was the most romantic experience of his life, and you thought it was sweet.
His innocence and the absolute sincerity he showed you was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.
After the two of you almost got into your first ever fight over who got to pay, Spencer ended up paying before rushing you out of the place to distract you with the quiet park you so dearly loved.
The two of you walked along the perimeter of the park well over five times as time lost all meaning like it always did when Spencer was around.
You spotted the bookstore you’d visited a few times together, noticing that the warm golden lights were spilling through the windows, meaning that it was open. And looking at books together was something you couldn’t pass up on.
“Look, they’re open!” you pointed at the shop at the very far end of the street, tugging on Spencer’s shirt so he’d look in the direction of the light.
Spencer’s legs immediately followed your lead, all his senses wanting to be as close as possible to you as your sides grazed while walking.
You noticed that Spencer was walking incredibly close to you—much closer than usual, but you didn’t say anything.
The shop was completely empty of other customers, leaving just the quiet hum of a vintage radio playing soft jazz somewhere near the back counter. He looked around the place, then turned his gaze to you, his expression softening into that deep, undivided attention he always seemed to give you.
You grazed the spines of a few books, feeling Spencer attached to your hip, his eyes following your finger to read the titles.
The two of you parted ways at bookstores, exploring new finds and bringing them to show one another, or recommending new reads and giving detailed book reviews to one another, but evidently, Spencer did not want to do that tonight.
“What are we looking for?” he tilted his head toward you. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath hitting your face, his eyes entirely on your profile rather than the books on the shelf.
“Just looking,” you whispered, trying to tone down your growing smile that came along with the faint blush spreading on your cheeks.
Spencer let out a soft, barely audible hum before turning his gaze back to the books.
“Ooh look, it’s that rare edition of The Idiot, the pretty one I told you about,” you pulled out the heavy hardcover.
Spencer had gotten that exact book a week ago, only a few days after you’d showed him your worn, heavily annotated copy. He knew you liked collecting different editions of your favorite books, and The Idiot was an exceptional example of that hobby of yours.
Getting a book he’d read a million times just because you loved the cover was something he was never planning to admit.
“Oh yeah, I’ve been wanting to get it ever since you showed me your copy!” he lied smoothly—or tried to, his fingers gently brushing yours as you handed him the book.
“Then this is my gift to you,” you softly whispered, as you looked up from the cover to his face.
“Wait—no, you don’t have to do that,” he stammered quietly.
You let out a quiet laugh as you shook your head, “Just shut up,” you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness, “do you want anything else?”
“No,” he mumbled, a soft smile breaking through his flustered face as he clutched the book securely against his chest.
“Then let’s go,” you patted his bicep before heading to the counter where the cashier was reading under a dim lamp in the corner.
Spencer followed closely, the fabric of his sleeve brushing your side with every step as if he couldn’t bear the thought of putting any distance between the two of you.
After paying for the book and leaving, Spencer was still fumbling with the book in his hands, “Thank you,” he whispered, finally looking up at you, “not just for the book, but for.. tonight. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about tonight.”
Maybe Spencer was being too honest for his own liking, but you didn’t mind.
“Thank you, Spencer.” you looked up at him, staring into his puppy dog eyes that almost made you drop dead, “I had the best time ever.”
Spencer was terrified of overstepping, or being too much in any sense of the word, so he took a deep breath and snapped back into your usual friendly dynamic.
“Do you wanna head back to my place?” he asked, his voice softening into that addicting rhythm you were so used to, “We can do the usual. Make some tea and watch some Doctor Who.. If you’re not too tired?”
You slowly nodded, “Yeah, Spence. I’d love to.”
The walk to Spencer’s apartment was usually filled with fast-paced debates about random topics you guys picked apart together, but tonight, silence took over, and every breath and brush of his shoulder felt intentional.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll boil some water,” Spencer murmured, quickly setting his new purchase down on the coffee table.
You kicked off your boots and walked over to the couch, smoothing down the back of the skirt he’d been quietly admiring all night before plopping down on the cushions, dramatically splaying out your limbs in tiredness.
Instead of heading to the kitchen, Spencer found himself sitting next to you, his body naturally leaning closer to you in pure need to stay near you.
It was embarrassing, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice, but of course you did.
“I know tonight didn’t start the way I planned.” you twisted your body to face him, “I think I should thank my missing date,” you giggled.
Spencer chuckled along with you, afraid that he’d been misreading you this whole night, because to him, you looked too cool and composed to mean this in any romantic way.
Your smile softened, the playful giggle dying down as you noticed the slight tremor in his hands.
You don’t know how or why, but you reached up, your fingers tucking his soft hair behind his ear before pulling him down to you. His lips were slightly parted in surprise when yours met his, but the gasp that left him was quickly swallowed.
Spencer froze for a moment, and you applied the slightest pressure, he completely melted into your touch.
It was a soft, hesitant kiss.
His hands came up, hovering awkwardly around your head before they finally settled on your face, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real.
It was probably the doing of your suppressed feelings for Spencer, but he tasted so sweet. And as soon as you pulled away, you already wanted his mouth on yours again.
Spencer’s eyes were entirely blown out as he breathed too heavily for a simple kiss.
Did you do something wrong?
“Is.. this okay?”
“Yes. So okay.” he eagerly nodded, “More than okay.” he breathed against your lips that were only a few inches away from him before he slowly leaned back in.
The angle was too restricting, you two were too far apart.
You anchored your hands on his tense shoulders and shifted your weight, swinging your leg over his, your skirt riding up your thighs as you settled over his lap, straddling him.
A low, ragged gasp escaped Spencer’s throat as your weight pressed down against him. His large hands immediately found their way to your waist. He tilted his head backward to look up at you through his lashes, the soft light above you looking like a halo around your head, making you look more heavenly than ever.
“You have no idea,” he whispered, trying to chase your lips, “how long I’ve wanted this.”
You didn’t make him chase you for long. You leaned down, cradling the back of his head as you captured his mouth in a kiss that was much hungrier than the one before.
Spencer’s slender fingers tickled you through the bunched up fabric of your skirt as they slid down to your thighs, gripping the backs of your thighs because he was that overwhelmed.
The friction of your hips grinding on his lap pulled a needy sound from the back of his throat, making his adam’s apple bob as he deepened the kiss.
“Please,” he breathed into your mouth before widening his lips to let your tongue explore his mouth—his entirety completely surrendering to you.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” his voice was thick, and incredibly desperate as his hips bucked up instinctively to meet yours.
A tight knot started forming at your center, quickly tightening at the sound of his ragged, broken breathing.
“You’re—” you were cut off by your own moan, “you’re not dreaming.”
Spencer whined at your moan—your pretty noises making him pathetically much more sensitive to your touch.
As you began to move in a steady, slow rhythm on his already very hard bulge, Spencer started to roll his hips up to match your pace, completely consumed by you.
“I’m—” he whimpered, “I’m so close— I’m sorry, I’m just—shit, I can’t” he stumbled over his words as his fingers dug into your sheer tights.
“It’s okay,” you whispered against his mouth, kissing the corners of his mouth before rolling your hips in a tighter, slower circle against his length.
The mere thought of what Spencer was hiding beneath his slacks was enough to make your pussy ache and pulse around nothing.
You could tell that Spencer was big, and the fact that he never got to use his assets somehow added to the excitement of the moment.
But you wouldn’t want to overwhelm this poor man even though he was more than willing to go as far as two people could go right now.
“No—no, I can hold it,” he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he nodded into your soft skin, his mouth immediately finding the sensitive skin on your pulse point.
You loved the way he was reduced to a whimpering mess just for you.
Ignoring his reassurance that he could hold it, you tilted your hips, picking up the pace just a fraction as you pressed harder against his erection.
“Oh my god..” he heaved against your neck, leaving a sloppy trail against your hot skin, “oh my god, keep going..” he pecked your collarbone, “please.. please, don’t stop.”
A ragged sob was ripped from his throat as his hips bucked up hard and disorganized against you as his firm hands pinned your core down on his covered cock, completely helpless against his orgasm.
Spencer completely melted into the cushions, his mouth quickly going back to yours as he kissed you with frantic, bruising hunger, his moans that sounded a lot like cries.
He shot his load in his cotton boxers, unable to stop the damp heat from flooding and spreading under the fabric. His sticky cum added to the pressure against his aching cock that twitched with intense aftershocks.
Spencer was completely soaked.
You could feel him through your slightly damp panties.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to come so fast,” he looked up at you with a pitiful, overwhelmed look.
You stared down at his swollen, pink lips, “It’s okay, Spence.” you wiped away the sweaty strands of hair that stuck to his forehead.
You had no idea you could do this to Spencer.
“Can you still keep going?” you pecked his forehead, looking down at him as he eagerly nodded.
“Yes. I can do anything. You’re.. still not done,” his fingers gave your hips a small squeeze.
You smiled down at him, satisfied with how he cared about getting you off even when he was clearly hypersensitive right now.
I can imagine early seasons Spencer being a little sassy and internally judging her (bc he -not so secretly- thinks he’s better and smarter than everyone else ofc) but is polite enough to not hurt her feelings
but guess what!! She’s not stupid!! He is!! He’s just soooo easily seduced #pathetic
I’d loveeee to see what I can do with this pairing 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
omg the repost abt spencer coming faster bc hes been obssessing over marrying reader i dieddddd could we be getting this??
I can’t promise that I’ll write this very soon.. but YES
I was playing around with the idea of Spencer and how he would approach marriage, and I think he’d grow so OBSESSED with the idea when he’s in love in a way he thinks is maybeeee a little too much.
like he knows he wants to be yours for life and he views marriage as smth sacred like an “ultimate promise” of love and commitment.
It could also be about stability as well 🤷♀️🤷♀️
He CRAVES being a husband and a father (maybe bc of his family dynamic and situation with his dad..)
He’d lowk think he’s going crazy with how much he starts to think about marrying you and having kids with you (BREEDING KINK question mark 😛😛) and it makes him sooooo so needy and whiny during sex and he hates how the mere thought of this makes him finish so fast
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summary: your best friend had been secretly in love with you since forever. So when your date stood you up, a run-in with spencer gave him an unexpected opportunity to show you how you deserved to be treated.
warnings & tags: fluff, mutual pining, best friends & coworkers to.. idk, spencer is down BAD, they talk abt 'dating' as a general topic, dry humping, inexperienced!spencer, spencer cums too fast in his pants
w/c: 3.8k
a/n: I've been needing something sickienngly sweet lately, and this is what my brain came up with today
Just like many weekends that were left untouched by the demands of the BAU, Spencer found himself in a familiar state of indecision.
He was left with two options—inviting you over to order cheap takeout while debating the terribly flawed plot holes of a bad horror movie, or retreating to losing himself in his freshly acquired collection of books with the hum of Star Trek playing on his small, boxy TV, alone, in the comforting orbit of his apartment.
Spending time with you was Spencer’s favorite thing to do; it didn’t matter what the two of you were doing as long as he got to do it with you.
So when Spencer’s ‘are you free?’ text was met with the first ever, simple ‘I’m a bit busy’ with no elaboration, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink. It wasn’t just disappointment; it was a sudden realization of how much he relied on your presence to make his days feel complete.
The books on his coffee table lost their appeal, and all he could do was wonder what you were busy with tonight.
He stared at your text, picked at every letter as if the four simple words held more than their meaning.
Spencer analyzed the abruptness that only he was seeing, and quietly questioned if he had somehow overstepped a boundary he hadn’t even realized was there.
The suffocating quiet of his apartment offered no answers. Surely, Spencer reasoned with himself, he could just go outside and see where the evening takes him with no specific plan.
He told himself he was going to clear his head and pick up some takeout from a nice spot near his place.
He had no idea that his restless feet were taking him straight to the restaurant where you were currently sitting alone, staring at an empty chair.
Pure habit guided him to the small, warm-lit cafe across from your favorite park—a place he frequented because the ambient noise was predictable and the food was always good.
The moment he pushed the heavy glass door open, the bell chiming softly, his eyes wandered around the place before fixing on the back of someone’s head.
He knew it was you. Sitting at the table by the furthest window from the door, everything about you was familiar—your hair, your posture, and the distinct way you propped your elbows on any flat surface in front of you.
Spencer froze, his feet rooting to the floor as he stared at you, completely alone, with a closed menu, and a single glass of water sitting untouched in front of you.
He cursed at himself for not trying to look put together before leaving his apartment, his hair greasy and tucked behind his ears, his shirt wrinkled in a way he’d never allow.
You’d probably seen Spencer in his worst states on exhausting, soul-sucking cases where everyone slowly morphed into hollow, sleepless creatures, or on lazy mornings after spending the night on your couch because the two of you had been lost in conversations that lasted into the early hours of the morning. But standing here while you were dressed up and seemingly waiting for someone, felt entirely different.
You looked just as utterly captivating as ever. He didn’t have to see your face to know that you looked like a breathtaking angel that he wasn’t worthy of staring at.
You were a stark contrast to the dim, soft atmosphere around you, and it made his chest ache to think someone was making you wait.
Before he could think better of it, Spencer’s body was already making its way up to you.
“Hey,” he said softly, your face immediately following the unmistakable sound of his voice as you looked up with glassy eyes.
“Oh my god, Spencer.. hi,” you beamed despite the sheer embarrassment burning in your chest, “w—what are you doing here?” you let out an awkward chuckle with your question.
Spencer’s hand instantly went to the back of his neck, his fingers nervously tangling in his hair as he offered a sheepish smile. “Oh, I— I was just coming in to get some takeout,” he gestured vaguely toward the front counter.
His eyes flicked down to your outfit in between his words, admiring the mini plaid red skirt that hugged your hips beautifully before looking back up at your face.
“You look amazing,” he said honestly, his voice slightly quieter than the first time he spoke. “Are.. you waiting for anyone?” he glanced at the empty seat across from you.
“Um.. yeah— I mean, I was,” you muttered, your hands nervously smoothing out your skirt, “but I just got the ‘can’t make it’ text. Twenty minutes late,” you let out a dry laugh, leaning back against the wooden chair, “and he still had the audacity to reschedule for tomorrow!”
Spencer shook his head, his fingers fiddling on the insides of his pockets, “Wow, that’s.. exceptionally poor etiquette.”
He glanced at the empty seat across from you, then back to your face. His stomach did a violent, nervous flip, but the sight of you sitting there, looking way too beautiful to be left alone, gave him an uncharacteristic burst of bravery, “Y’know, if you don’t wanna go home yet, and since you’re all dressed up.. I haven’t had dinner yet. I know I don’t look very presentable right now, but I can assure you I’m a better conversationalist than an empty chair.” he paused at the faint tug of your lips that formed into a little smile, “I actually haven’t had anything in my system since last night, so you’d technically be doing me a massive favor by letting me join you.”
“Are you asking me on a date?” you teased as you cocked your head to the side.
The question caught him completely off guard, making his soft lips part with no words leaving them as he took in the playful tilt of your head.
He cleared his throat, a boyish, endearing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he dropped his hands to his sides, “No! I mean—yes! If.. if you want me to?”
His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to break his ribs and jump out at any moment.
You nodded, “Of course, Spencer. Sit.”
The simple invitation acted like an instant release valve for the tension coiled in his shoulders.
A soft, heavy breath escaped him as he slid into the chair across from you, his long legs awkwardly tangling with yours under the small table for a brief moment, “Sorry,”
Spencer couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was on a date with you.
He knew that the situation he ended up in was a total coincidence and you probably considered this date a friendly hangout more than anything else. But it still somehow felt serious to Spencer, it was his first date ever.
When the waiter approached the table a moment later, Spencer didn’t even glance at the laminated menu resting between the two of you. He ordered a club sandwich and you decided to get the same order as him before a comfortable yet slightly charged silence settled over the table.
Spencer cleared his throat, leaning forward slightly as if he was treading carefully into the subject. “So, um.. If you don’t mind me asking,” he hoped that you would somehow answer his unasked question, “Who was he? The guy who.. canceled on you. You never really.. mentioned anyone like that.”
“It was our first date. I met him a few months ago at the grocery store.”
Spencer’s heart dropped. Although taking someone’s number or going on a few dates didn’t mean that you were completely off limits, it definitely meant that you were interested in someone else.
He knew it’s your right to find love, but he wanted it to be him.
“Oh, and you guys have been…” Spencer trailed off, silently asking what the two of you were for the past few months.
“This was supposed to be our first date.”
“It took you months to go out?”
“I.. actually didn’t really want to at first.” you stared down at your fingers as you laced them together, “It’s nothing against the guy, but dating was never.. something I put much time and effort into—especially with how demanding work is. So I kinda just abandoned that aspect of my life for the past few years.”
The relief that spread through Spencer’s chest when you said that you hadn’t been seeing this guy for the past few months was almost enough to make him reach over the kiss you senseless.
“I get that,” he said softly, “The idea of traditional dating feels almost.. impossible sometimes. The unreliable work schedule and the exhaustion that comes with it plays a huge part as to why I’ve kept my distance from it, and I’d really hate to be an absent partner..” he bit the inside of his cheek, slowly admitting to things he’d never really shared before, “I know some things are out of my control, but I’d die from guilt.”
Before you could respond, Spencer went on, “But I don’t think that is why I’ve never dated.”
“Then what is?” you tried to catch his flickering gaze and lock it onto yours to let him know that you understood.
“I just.. Never found a reason to try.” he murmured, finally forcing his hazel eyes back up to meet yours.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s worth trying for. I know you will.” you offered him a small, tentative smile.
Spencer was an angel on earth—someone you’d always harbored a secret softness for.
Thankfully, before the silence turned awkward, the waiter came back with your orders, and seeing the perfectly cut triangles of your toasted club sandwich made your mouth water, shifting your focus to eating and enjoying the beautiful view in front of you.
Two more orders of fries and one chocolate ice cream you shared, the two of you were surrounded by completely new faces. People were coming in and leaving the two of you were still at that table.
Spencer was completely in his element now, his eyes focused entirely on you, his long fingers animatedly gesturing as he rambled on about everything under the sun.
You listened, laughing whenever his voice turned to a higher pitch when he got to the frustrating parts of whatever he was dissecting, stealing fries from the basket between you, enjoying the sweet and salty mixture with the ice cream.
As you brought some melting ice cream up to your lips, it slipped off the plastic spoon, dripping on your chin and falling onto the clean fabric of your skirt. “Shit,”
Spencer was drunk off your laughs and mesmerizing voice all night in a way that made him reach over and skim the sweet ice cream off your chin before pushing the bowl closer to you.
“So romantic, Spence,” you properly wiped the excess off your chin, “stealing my ice cream off my face?”
All he could do was sheepishly chuckle.
He leaned forward, his hair falling on the side of his forehead, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
You could clearly tell that this was the most romantic experience of his life, and you thought it was sweet.
His innocence and the absolute sincerity he showed you was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.
After the two of you almost got into your first ever fight over who got to pay, Spencer ended up paying before rushing you out of the place to distract you with the quiet park you so dearly loved.
The two of you walked along the perimeter of the park well over five times as time lost all meaning like it always did when Spencer was around.
You spotted the bookstore you’d visited a few times together, noticing that the warm golden lights were spilling through the windows, meaning that it was open. And looking at books together was something you couldn’t pass up on.
“Look, they’re open!” you pointed at the shop at the very far end of the street, tugging on Spencer’s shirt so he’d look in the direction of the light.
Spencer’s legs immediately followed your lead, all his senses wanting to be as close as possible to you as your sides grazed while walking.
You noticed that Spencer was walking incredibly close to you—much closer than usual, but you didn’t say anything.
The shop was completely empty of other customers, leaving just the quiet hum of a vintage radio playing soft jazz somewhere near the back counter. He looked around the place, then turned his gaze to you, his expression softening into that deep, undivided attention he always seemed to give you.
You grazed the spines of a few books, feeling Spencer attached to your hip, his eyes following your finger to read the titles.
The two of you parted ways at bookstores, exploring new finds and bringing them to show one another, or recommending new reads and giving detailed book reviews to one another, but evidently, Spencer did not want to do that tonight.
“What are we looking for?” he tilted his head toward you. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath hitting your face, his eyes entirely on your profile rather than the books on the shelf.
“Just looking,” you whispered, trying to tone down your growing smile that came along with the faint blush spreading on your cheeks.
Spencer let out a soft, barely audible hum before turning his gaze back to the books.
“Ooh look, it’s that rare edition of The Idiot, the pretty one I told you about,” you pulled out the heavy hardcover.
Spencer had gotten that exact book a week ago, only a few days after you’d showed him your worn, heavily annotated copy. He knew you liked collecting different editions of your favorite books, and The Idiot was an exceptional example of that hobby of yours.
Getting a book he’d read a million times just because you loved the cover was something he was never planning to admit.
“Oh yeah, I’ve been wanting to get it ever since you showed me your copy!” he lied smoothly—or tried to, his fingers gently brushing yours as you handed him the book.
“Then this is my gift to you,” you softly whispered, as you looked up from the cover to his face.
“Wait—no, you don’t have to do that,” he stammered quietly.
You let out a quiet laugh as you shook your head, “Just shut up,” you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness, “do you want anything else?”
“No,” he mumbled, a soft smile breaking through his flustered face as he clutched the book securely against his chest.
“Then let’s go,” you patted his bicep before heading to the counter where the cashier was reading under a dim lamp in the corner.
Spencer followed closely, the fabric of his sleeve brushing your side with every step as if he couldn’t bear the thought of putting any distance between the two of you.
After paying for the book and leaving, Spencer was still fumbling with the book in his hands, “Thank you,” he whispered, finally looking up at you, “not just for the book, but for.. tonight. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about tonight.”
Maybe Spencer was being too honest for his own liking, but you didn’t mind.
“Thank you, Spencer.” you looked up at him, staring into his puppy dog eyes that almost made you drop dead, “I had the best time ever.”
Spencer was terrified of overstepping, or being too much in any sense of the word, so he took a deep breath and snapped back into your usual friendly dynamic.
“Do you wanna head back to my place?” he asked, his voice softening into that addicting rhythm you were so used to, “We can do the usual. Make some tea and watch some Doctor Who.. If you’re not too tired?”
You slowly nodded, “Yeah, Spence. I’d love to.”
The walk to Spencer’s apartment was usually filled with fast-paced debates about random topics you guys picked apart together, but tonight, silence took over, and every breath and brush of his shoulder felt intentional.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll boil some water,” Spencer murmured, quickly setting his new purchase down on the coffee table.
You kicked off your boots and walked over to the couch, smoothing down the back of the skirt he’d been quietly admiring all night before plopping down on the cushions, dramatically splaying out your limbs in tiredness.
Instead of heading to the kitchen, Spencer found himself sitting next to you, his body naturally leaning closer to you in pure need to stay near you.
It was embarrassing, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice, but of course you did.
“I know tonight didn’t start the way I planned.” you twisted your body to face him, “I think I should thank my missing date,” you giggled.
Spencer chuckled along with you, afraid that he’d been misreading you this whole night, because to him, you looked too cool and composed to mean this in any romantic way.
Your smile softened, the playful giggle dying down as you noticed the slight tremor in his hands.
You don’t know how or why, but you reached up, your fingers tucking his soft hair behind his ear before pulling him down to you. His lips were slightly parted in surprise when yours met his, but the gasp that left him was quickly swallowed.
Spencer froze for a moment, and you applied the slightest pressure, he completely melted into your touch.
It was a soft, hesitant kiss.
His hands came up, hovering awkwardly around your head before they finally settled on your face, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real.
It was probably the doing of your suppressed feelings for Spencer, but he tasted so sweet. And as soon as you pulled away, you already wanted his mouth on yours again.
Spencer’s eyes were entirely blown out as he breathed too heavily for a simple kiss.
Did you do something wrong?
“Is.. this okay?”
“Yes. So okay.” he eagerly nodded, “More than okay.” he breathed against your lips that were only a few inches away from him before he slowly leaned back in.
The angle was too restricting, you two were too far apart.
You anchored your hands on his tense shoulders and shifted your weight, swinging your leg over his, your skirt riding up your thighs as you settled over his lap, straddling him.
A low, ragged gasp escaped Spencer’s throat as your weight pressed down against him. His large hands immediately found their way to your waist. He tilted his head backward to look up at you through his lashes, the soft light above you looking like a halo around your head, making you look more heavenly than ever.
“You have no idea,” he whispered, trying to chase your lips, “how long I’ve wanted this.”
You didn’t make him chase you for long. You leaned down, cradling the back of his head as you captured his mouth in a kiss that was much hungrier than the one before.
Spencer’s slender fingers tickled you through the bunched up fabric of your skirt as they slid down to your thighs, gripping the backs of your thighs because he was that overwhelmed.
The friction of your hips grinding on his lap pulled a needy sound from the back of his throat, making his adam’s apple bob as he deepened the kiss.
“Please,” he breathed into your mouth before widening his lips to let your tongue explore his mouth—his entirety completely surrendering to you.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” his voice was thick, and incredibly desperate as his hips bucked up instinctively to meet yours.
A tight knot started forming at your center, quickly tightening at the sound of his ragged, broken breathing.
“You’re—” you were cut off by your own moan, “you’re not dreaming.”
Spencer whined at your moan—your pretty noises making him pathetically much more sensitive to your touch.
As you began to move in a steady, slow rhythm on his already very hard bulge, Spencer started to roll his hips up to match your pace, completely consumed by you.
“I’m—” he whimpered, “I’m so close— I’m sorry, I’m just—shit, I can’t” he stumbled over his words as his fingers dug into your sheer tights.
“It’s okay,” you whispered against his mouth, kissing the corners of his mouth before rolling your hips in a tighter, slower circle against his length.
The mere thought of what Spencer was hiding beneath his slacks was enough to make your pussy ache and pulse around nothing.
You could tell that Spencer was big, and the fact that he never got to use his assets somehow added to the excitement of the moment.
But you wouldn’t want to overwhelm this poor man even though he was more than willing to go as far as two people could go right now.
“No—no, I can hold it,” he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he nodded into your soft skin, his mouth immediately finding the sensitive skin on your pulse point.
You loved the way he was reduced to a whimpering mess just for you.
Ignoring his reassurance that he could hold it, you tilted your hips, picking up the pace just a fraction as you pressed harder against his erection.
“Oh my god..” he heaved against your neck, leaving a sloppy trail against your hot skin, “oh my god, keep going..” he pecked your collarbone, “please.. please, don’t stop.”
A ragged sob was ripped from his throat as his hips bucked up hard and disorganized against you as his firm hands pinned your core down on his covered cock, completely helpless against his orgasm.
Spencer completely melted into the cushions, his mouth quickly going back to yours as he kissed you with frantic, bruising hunger, his moans that sounded a lot like cries.
He shot his load in his cotton boxers, unable to stop the damp heat from flooding and spreading under the fabric. His sticky cum added to the pressure against his aching cock that twitched with intense aftershocks.
Spencer was completely soaked.
You could feel him through your slightly damp panties.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to come so fast,” he looked up at you with a pitiful, overwhelmed look.
You stared down at his swollen, pink lips, “It’s okay, Spence.” you wiped away the sweaty strands of hair that stuck to his forehead.
You had no idea you could do this to Spencer.
“Can you still keep going?” you pecked his forehead, looking down at him as he eagerly nodded.
“Yes. I can do anything. You’re.. still not done,” his fingers gave your hips a small squeeze.
You smiled down at him, satisfied with how he cared about getting you off even when he was clearly hypersensitive right now.
I think my brand atp is a mean reader who lovessss provoking Spencer BUT IVE NEVER WRITTEN A SPENCER WHOS IN LOVE WITH HIS BULLY… I think it’s very much needed tho.. it’s coming.. I can feel it.. thank you allidoisreid
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summary: you know you shouldn't sleep with spencer, he is your roomate after all...yet you both can't stay away...
pairing: spencer reid x roommate fem!reader
warnings: 1k words 18+ MDNI, porn with no plot, unprotected p in v, soft!dom spencer, brief fingering, kinda forbidden love if you squint (god i'm awful at warnings, you fuck okay?)
(any series spencer is applicable, picture used does not necessarily depict fic spencer)
“This really is the last time” You told Spencer whilst his hands tightened in your hair. His lips attached to the sensitive part of your neck.
“Sure it is” He mumbled against your jaw, his hot breath making you feel weaker at the knees.
You said the same thing to him a week ago. Both of you knew this wasn’t going to be last time. Ever since you came home slightly tipsy and horny, seeing Spencer walk out of the shower with his towel hung low around his hips, hair messy and wild, your brain said fuck it and removed his towel and sunk onto your knees.
The next morning he approached you as you were cooking breakfast. Didn’t say a word, just slid his hand in your hair behind your head and kissed you like you were the air he breathed, before picking you up and putting you on the counter, taking off your shorts and proceeding to eat you out like you were his last meal.
You both knew if you were fucking that day as soon as you woke. It would be in the air, the slightest imperceivable shift in the atmosphere of understanding that would lead to the both of you ravishing each other on the sofa before you even said one word.
Today was one of those days. He walked out of his bedroom, looked you in the eyes and you knew. Nothing needed to be said as it was apparent in the way he looked at you.
Spencer's hands were holding you up by the back of your thighs as he walked the both of you to his bedroom, kicking the door with his foot, all without breaking the kiss. His colleagues said he was uncoordinated, you failed to see where they came to this conclusion.
He placed you down on the bed, his body sliding in between your legs instantaneously. The heels of your feet rubbed down the back of his calves as your fingers twisted in his hair.
You palmed him through his thin boxers, his hips jutting forward to chase the friction, moaning against your mouth. Your teeth grazed his bottom lip before your tongue glided in.
Spencer’s cock twitched under your palm, already half-hard and thickening fast as you rubbed him through the thin cotton. He ground down harder, letting you feel every inch of him swelling against your hand while his tongue pushed deeper into your mouth, hot and insistent.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and yanked them down in one rough tug. He didn’t waste time, two thick fingers slid straight through your folds, finding you already slick. He circled your clit once, twice, then pushed one finger inside you, curling it deep as his thumb kept working that sensitive spot.
He pumped his finger in and out, before sliding in another, the wet sound of it filling the room. His free hand shoved your shirt up, exposing your chest, and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the stiff peak while his fingers kept fucking you.
You arched up into him, legs spreading wider around his hips. Your hand slipped inside his boxers and wrapped around his bare cock, stroking him from root to tip, thumb swiping over the leaking head. Spencer groaned into your breast, hips jerking forward into your fist.
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean before shoving his boxers down just far enough to free himself. The thick length slapped against your inner thigh, hot and heavy. He lined himself up, rubbing the head through your wetness a few times, then pushed in with one steady thrust until his hips met yours.
Spencer didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you hard and deep, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. Each snap of his hips drove his cock all the way in, the head hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your nails dug into his back as he buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin while he pounded into you.
“Still think this is the last time?” he growled against your throat, voice strained as he kept driving into you. His hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, your pussy clenching around him every time he bottomed out.
He shifted his angle slightly, grinding down harder on each stroke, and your orgasm hit fast—your whole body tightening as you came around his cock, pulsing and squeezing him. Spencer fucked you through it, pace never slowing, chasing his own release while you trembled beneath him.
Living with Spencer was like living with Dr Jekyll, the composed, kind and well mannered man who asked how you were. Sex with Spencer was Mr Hyde, the man who ignored all reasoning and fucked you until your legs were sore. The polarity between the two was a mental whiplash to decipher. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He drove into you quicker now, the sound of skin on skin slapping in the otherwise silent room, eyes interlocked. Mouths inches apart as you shared the same air. How could something be so intimate with so little words shared between the two of you? You didn’t know, you didn’t care.
His cock hardened within you, you squeezed your walls tighter in response. He thrusted hard once, twice, three times before he spilled into you with a low groan, dropping his head onto your forehead. You interlocked your feet at his hips, keeping him locked in place.
You saw the second Mr Hyde left and Dr Jekyll returned, his eyes changing from dark brown, almost black to light honey hazel. Lust changing to tenderness. He rested on his elbow as he pushed one strand of hair away from your face.
You did the same, moving one curl away from his eyes, tucking it gently back into place. It was only then did you realise that this really should be last time, not when he’s looking at you with so much admiration you don’t know what to do with it.
But you know there will never be a last time.
a:n I got horny so I wrote this to make me feel better :) might make this into a short fic series with no real plot, just an excuse for me to write smut
-Mistie xx
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