He sighed and grabbed his coat from the closet, “I’ll probably leave early.”

“Look, don’t worry about me, okay? I trust you and I know you would never do anything,” you pushed both of his cheeks together, kissing his puffed lips, “Let loose a little and let some girls give you a dance, okay?”

“The only girl I want giving me a dance is you.” “Mhm, maybe another time,” you hugged him while pushing him out the door, “Have fun, babe. Love you. Bye!”

Defeated, Spencer clambered down the steps of your apartment building and was met with a gleaming Derek and smirking Rossi out front.

“Come on, Pretty Boy. Time for the night of our lives.” Spencer opened the car door and situated himself inside the vehicle while grumbling quietly to himself.

“Reid, we’re gonna have fun tonight. Don’t be so grumpy.”

“The two of you could have gone alone, I just wanted to spend my time off with my girlfriend.”

“Y/N gave you her blessing and even thought it was a good idea for you to come.”

“She wants me to spend time with you, not women in their underwear.”

“She said yes and that’s all that matters.”

Spencer had no interest in watching men around the club objectify women and grope them with a look of discomfort ever-present on their faces. He’d rather stay for the minimum amount of time and head back home to you. As the trio arrived at the club, multiple women practically threw themselves at Derek, as expected. A number of women also started to feel Rossi up because he had a ‘Sugar Daddy’ vibe. Of course, Spencer was left in the booth nursing his glass of whiskey alone until the two very busy men returned to the booth.

“Spencer, let’s go sit up front.”

“No, no way.”

“Why not kiddo? I can spot you a couple hundred, it’ll make sure that you get some girl’s attention tonight.”

“I- I’m good here, you guys just go.”

Derek and Rossi shared a reluctant glance as they both grabbed Spencer’s arms and plopped him in a chair right up front.

“W- what are you guys doing? I- let me go.”

As he was trying to escape from their clammy grasps, a woman dressed in a leather set grabbed his tie and sat him back down.

“They were right, you are a very pretty boy,” she smirked as she started to dance around him to the music. Spencer gulped as he tried to respectfully look away from her, but his efforts were in vain as she held his face right in front of her breasts. He could hear the people who he used to call his comrades whooping in the background, throwing money at him and his very interesting friend.

At the end of the dance, the woman was very clearly unsatisfied due to his lack of interest. She pranced away looking for a more hungry man. Spencer, terrified by the events that had just occurred, panicked and looked around for some type of niche he could hide away in. Before he could even lift himself off the chair, Derek and Rossi made their way back to the lanky doctor.

“Reid, you were supposed to have fun.”

“Fun? She practically forced me to stare at her… her-”

Rossi smiled and folded his arms, “Goods?”

“Boobs?” Derek chimed in.

Red flooded into the young doctor’s cheeks as he looked away and nodded solemnly. The three of them shared a laugh as the night’s events progressed. Spencer was propositioned by almost every exotic dancer in the club and received a dance from an additional 7 women dressed in a plethora of lingerie that ranged from the typical set and strappy ones with hooks and rings adorning the material. Derek and Rossi seemed to enjoy themselves and even took a few photos of Spencer’s awkward demeanor, sending them to the team group chat.

Spencer knew he wouldn’t be able to leave early tonight and decided to drown himself in whiskey to somehow alleviate his ‘pain’. He figured it was rather pitiful to see a skinny man clearly not enjoying himself when these women worked so hard for their fill. So, he made sure to reimburse them generously as he pretended to enjoy their efforts when all he really wanted was to go home to you.

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You were laughing at the pictures of Spencer practically clawing at the seat, courtesy of Derek and Rossi, when you heard scratches and mumbled curse words come from behind your front door. You cautiously looked through the peephole and smiled when you saw your very own genius struggle with fitting the key into the hole. You opened the door and engulfed him in a hug before he pushed you off haphazardly.

He struggled to get the words out, slurring them as they exited his mouth, “I- I am in a, a very very loving relationshipppp. I’m ttakenn. I have a girlfriend and she- she’s going to be myyyyyy wife one day.” A tight-lipped smile dawned his face as he used wide gestures while speaking to you. “I can’t engageee in any nefarious activiessssss.”

You chuckled, amused by his loyalty, “I- I know. Why don’t you come to bed okay?” You held his hand and led him toward your room before he yanked his hand away.

“No! No, I won’t sleep with you. I’m s- sorry if I hurt your feelings but I won’t. I- I loveee my wiiiffeee!”

You crossed your arms and sat down on the bed, patting the area right next to you, “I thought you said you had a girlfriend, you never mentioned a wife.”

He waddled slowly to the bed and sat down, nearly slipping on his clothes that he threw on the floor, “I- she is my girlfriend, but she wants to be my wife.”

“How do you know that?”

“I- I don’t. Oh, oh no. I bought the ring and planned everything, what- what if she doesn’t say yes?” He started to tear up and call out your name.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m sure she’d say yes. Come here.”

“O- ok, I need to ask her if it’s alright for me to hug you.” You smiled, “I asked and she said it’s alright.”

“Mk.” He immediately flung himself into your arms and nestled his face into your chest.

“You know, your- you smell like my Y/N and- and your boobs are exactly the same size too.” “Really?”

“Yea, I remember everything about her. She’s so s- special to me. You know, she’s going to have my babies one day too? She told me herself.”

“Well I think she’s one lucky girl,” you cooed as you held him and ran your fingers through his hair.

“N- no, I’m the lucky one. She’s too good for me. She’s like my light in the darkness. It’s like I’m a moth or a- a bug and she’s a- a UV bug zapper, I’m so attracted to her that I’d die just to get to her.”

“I- that’s a bit morbid don’t you think?”

“N- no it’s an accurate metaphor that portrays my love for her,” he snuggled closer into you and started to rub his face around your chest and sniff your hair. You smiled and held him even tighter, even closer than he was before. What you always loved about Spencer was his devotion, you never doubted his feelings for you— not once. He always found new ways to show his love whether it be with a simple hair tuck or by whispering how much you meant to him while he thought you were sleeping.

After a while of holding each other while sitting on the bed, you heard soft snores coming from the brown mop of hair below you. You gently moved him on the bed and tried to peel him off ever so smoothly to prevent him from jolting awake. You opened his drawer and pulled out his PJs along with a new pair of underwear and another pair of mismatched socks. He was so quirky and different and you loved every part of him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his soft whimpers coming from the bed. You turned around to see him making grabby hands in the air and pouting while his eyes were still closed.

“I’m right here, love. I just got you a change of clothes.” He pulled you into him closely, easing his head into your neck.

“Can I help you change? Once you’re all done I can come under the covers with you and we can snuggle some more.” He nodded his head in a frazzled manner, he really was the cutest. You tried your best to get him into his new clothes without moving him too much. It was a hassle but so worth it.

After you were done, you threw his used clothes into the hamper and made your way around to the other side of the bed. Once you were covered by your fluffy blanket, he climbed onto your chest while his face snuggled deeper between your breasts.

You shook your head while smiling, “You know some guys are ass guys and some are boobs guys. You are definitely a boob guy, huh?”

He smiled and lifted his head ever so slightly, “No, I think I’m a you guy!” He moved to envelop you with his arms. “I love every part of you, Y/N.”

“I love every part of you too, Spence.”

He seemed to have regained some amount of consciousness, “You know, while I was there with Derek and Rossi you were all I could think about. Not any of the women there, just you. No one can compare, Y/N. No one.”

You smiled up at him as he kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer to him. Right there, on your bed, was one of the many moments that solidified your love for each other. No matter what, no one’s love could compare to yours.

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Ducking your head, in a poor attempt to hide the heat rising on your cheeks, you peered down the right hand corridor. Decision made in a sudden spur of decisiveness, you gripped his hand and pulled him down the right turn. He fumbled some strangled words and you felt his fingers flex beneath yours. As you came across the first painting of this particular exhibit, realisation struck you. Embarrassed, you quietly cursed and quickly dropped his hand. Wide eyed, you looked up to him. “Sorry,” you told him sincerely, “I completely forgot.”

Hand still outstretched where you had so suddenly dropped it, he shook his head with a faraway gaze indicative of deep thought. “I-“ eyebrows creasing together, he looked to you with a grin, “I don’t mind.” As if to prove this fact, he stepped towards you and softly took your hand back in his.

Voice dropping to a breathy tone, you squeezed his fingers and asked; “are you sure?”

He was swift with his assurance, “completely.”

Lost in the warmth of his gaze, you almost forget where you were. That was, until a disgruntled gentleman pointedly cleared his throat beside you. Jumping in surprise, you sent a wide eyed stare to the stranger before quickly stepping out of his way. “Sorry,” you mumbled to the man, garnering no response but an aggravated glance as he moved past you. Lips twisting, you glanced up to Spencer with a stifled giggle. “Oops.”

Heartily, he laughed alongside you before his gaze raised over your head and surveyed the room. Thumb stroking over the back of your hand, he stepped further into the centre of the expansive space. “Shall we?”

Following his lead, you looked over the paintings displayed against the pristine and light walls. A contemplative hum escaped you as you processed the almost disturbing images. “These are…” you trailed off, searching for a word that described the feeling that this morbid collection inspired, “intense.”

You looked to him to gauge his reaction and found that dissecting gaze of his looking over the array of artworks. Eyes still stuck on the paintings, he tilted his head towards you and launched into his awaited explanation. “You know, this particular set are supposedly some of the last paintings of Spanish artist Francisco Goya.” You nodded along to his words, pulling him closer to one particularly large and intense painting. “After his death these, so-called, ‘black paintings’ were found painted over the walls of his French home.”

Eyebrows raising, you clicked your tongue. “He had these on his walls?”

Spencer nodded the affirmative before providing extra detail. “This particular piece was found in his dining room.”

Dramatically, you gave a shiver; “imagine this guy staring at you while you ate.” Your lips twisted at the thought of it, “no, thank you.” He gave a chuckle.

There were other paintings to see, certainly, but something about this one was incredibly hard to look away from. “What-“ you stumbled over the question as you struggled to discern what you even wanted to ask, “what’s it even… about?” You could look to the accompanying plaque but you were sure Spencer’s explanation would surpass anything written.

Immediately, he provided your answer. “Actually, this particular black painting is called ‘Saturn devouring his son’.” He wiggled his free fingers dramatically as he provided the title, earning an amused giggle. “It depicts the Roman titan eating his child in a futile attempt to prevent his own overthrow.” He paused briefly in his explanation, before adding. “The painter had suffered through his share of failed revolution.”

You hummed absently as you listened, watching the painting with a renewed vigour in an attempt to discern why it made you feel so… well, that was the real question; what did it make you feel? Again, almost automatically, you looked to Spencer for an answer. “How does it make you feel?”

Unusually, his reply was not instantaneous. You allowed him a few moments but when his silence persisted past the minute mark, you looked up to find a pinched, thoughtful, expression had overtaken him. Lightly, you tugged on his hand as you softly called his name. “Spencer?”

He jerked slightly as he recovered himself. Looking down to you with wide eyes, he admitted almost sheepishly; “I’m not sure.”

“No?” You asked, surprised you had encountered a question that he did not know the answer to. “I’m not sure either,” you mused, turning back to the canvas, “there’s a desperation in his eyes,” you gave absently, “I think it’s tragic, in a way.” Eventually, you gathered your feelings. “Once you get past the intensity… it kinda makes me sad.”

“That’s…” he trailed off, the fingers interlaced with yours flexing as he sought words. “That’s an interesting assessment.

Huffing, you rolled your eyes. “Okay, Dr Genius, no need to make fun of me.” You smirked up to him in a reassuring show that you were merely joking.

“No,” he protested, turning fully to face you, “I mean it!” He looked so earnest, his free hand raising to take yours, as he spoke. “I’ve never thought of it like that.”

She could remember, clear as day, the first time she was forced to wear her glasses to the bureau due to her ongoing frustrations with the torture devices that were also referred to as contacts. There were only so many headaches and eye-waterings that she could take before the insecurity of wearing her frames to work shriveled below the point of caring anymore. 

But none of those previous insecurities held a flame to the amount of confusion she felt when she entered the bullpen and waltzed over to Spencer’s desk to say good morning with a shy smile adorning her face. Y/n hadn’t even been able to get a complete sentence out before the young doctor had turned to her and froze, his mouth hanging open like a fish, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, the harsh red blush she had seen before, just maybe not to this extent, engulfing his boyish features. 

Before she could even attempt to ask him what she had done to warrant such a response, he was spouting out a meager, “H-hey Y/n” whilst simultaneously scurrying off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Completely and utterly perplexed over what had happened, she had shrugged it off and made her way back to her desk, silently mulling over the interaction periodically throughout the rest of the day. 

It was a couple of the same type of interactions later that Y/n began to take notice of what was actually happening with the boy genius. The stiff and unnatural posture. The stuttering, granted that wasn’t something new, just much more frequent and severe. The audible heartbeat always accompanied by rosy cheeks and goosebumps. 

Spencer Reid was fucking turned on by the glasses.

And he didn’t even try to hide it. Or maybe he did and was just really, really bad at doing so.

Either way, Y/n quickly discovered just how much fun it was getting these reactions to pour out of the kid...so of course she kept wearing the glasses even after she was able to wear contacts again. He didn’t need to know that. 

It was so fucking easy too. 

She would just be sitting at her desk, occupied by some particularly troubling pages of a case file that makes her have to readjust her frames out of stress, when she’d hear a high pitched squeak across the bullpen, followed by the pattering of frantic footsteps she had familiarized herself with in former few weeks. 

While she felt some kind of guilt for putting him through this, it was nowhere near enough to overtake the genuine excitement and gratification that came with knowing she could have such an effect on the adorable doctor.

Of course she found him attractive...how could she not with his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nerdy slicked back hair. Ultimately Y/n could understand his apparent infatuation with her wearing glasses as she had caught herself, on more than a couple occasions, openly ogling his own specs. 

Maybe they were both weirdos...the whole situation was almost as strange as the Converse kink that she secretly harbored for years. Although her intuition was quick to suggest that, just maybe, both of her unique infatuations stemmed from the same noodle-shaped source.

Perhaps her favorite reaction of his, though, came about during the little office birthday party that the entire team had thrown for him.

He looked so adorable in the gigantic birthday cake hat they had bestowed upon him, Y/n could hardly contain her giggles at the giddy smile adorning his face. She watched on in amusement as Spencer tried desperately to get the candles on his cake to extinguish, to no avail, at least until someone felt bad watching his struggles and decided to give him a hand.

“They’re trick candles Spence, they’re gonna come back on every time.”, JJ chuckled, subtly smirking at Morgan who was also enjoying Spencer’s ongoing struggles. 

A couple “happy birthdays” later and the rest of the team slowly began to disperse, leaving just Y/n and him alone in their own little space. He must’ve noticed this too because the blush that had already been present throughout the celebration beforehand seemed to deepen even further as he visibly swallowed down his nerves.

Slowly stalking towards the rouge kissed boy, she dragged a couple of her fingers across the surface of the desk, noting the way his eyes briefly flicked down to follow the movement before hesitantly returning his gaze to match her own. 

She also noted the way his knuckles were basically turning white from the amount of pressure he was using to grab the sides of the chair.

“You have a good birthday, Spence?”, Y/n drawled with a teasing smile, now standing directly before the trembling young man.

Seeming to snap out of whatever sort of trance he had been in, he hastily cleared out his throat before responding with a bit of trepidation. “Hmm...yeah-yes uh yes it was v-very good, than-thank you.”

She couldn’t even attempt to conceal the smirk that had made its way to her lips listening to the genius stutter through his words. Such a nervous, nervous boy. So adorable. So fucking hot. 

“Well that makes me happy. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty boy.”, she paused her thoughts soaking in the little hitches in his breath surely from how close she was standing near him and the added nickname. Deciding to play a little bit dirty, she leaned over directly into his line of sight to reach for the cake set before him.

 “Now how about I take this away and cut it up for all of us to eat? Hmmm?”

His eyes darted immediately to the cleavage that was so graciously presented to him as she bent over to pick up the dessert, a sharp little gasp escaping his pretty, pink lips as his pupils dilated carelessly. 

Y/n inwardly smirked at his reaction and began walking towards the kitchenette, but only made it about three or four steps before being interrupted. 

“Did you know that in some instances birthday candles are safe for wax play?”, he exclaimed before seemingly realizing what had just escaped his lips, his hands flying up to cover his traitorous mouth. 

Bewildered, in the best of ways, by what had just been said, she slowly swiveled back around, facing him once again, before placing the cake on the desk beside her. 

“What was that Spencer?”, she grinned at the petrified man who hadn’t made a single noise since his unexpected declaration. The poor thing looked like a caged in animal with nowhere to escape. Perfect.

“N-nothing! I m-mean obviously it was um s-something, but j-just uh just forget what I s-said.”, he quickly explained while frantically shaking his hands as if he was hoping he could simply wipe your memory of the last minute or two away permanently.

“No, no please go on.”, she teased. “Now I’m intrigued. What did you mean by ‘in some instances’ Spence?”

She wasn’t expecting the look of confusion, however brief it was, that peeked its way through the overwhelming embarrassment that had been showcased on his face, as if he truly couldn’t fathom that someone was actually asking him to go into more detail about a topic. 

Still didn’t change the fact that he was completely mortified.

Clearing his throat, he hesitantly lifted his gaze back to Y/n’s, seemingly debating with himself over whether he could articulate the words to come out or not. 

“Um...well..usually many p-people who choose to e-engage in such act-activities will use specific types of c-candles that are uh more designed especially for pl-play.”, he paused and she drank up the way his Adam's apple bobbed along his throat. “Uh… basically depending on the t-type of candle that one u-uses, the amount of pain or um d-discomfort differs. B-birthday candles tend to b-be on the more painful side so only the couples who are in-into that kind of thing would ever really utilize t-them.”, he finished abruptly, his leg bouncing rapidly in her line of vision.

She still couldn’t really believe she had actually gotten him to say anything at all, nevermind an in depth analysis on wax play. In a weird way she was proud of him. Really proud. Sometime amidst her thoughts, she’d found herself standing directly behind his sitting figure, her hands resting on either side of him against the table, the goosebumps visible on his skin from the implications of the position they were currently in.

“That’s really intriguing Spencer. I’d love to find out someday just why it is you know so much about the subject, but I don’t want to make you go into cardiac rest anytime soon.”, she remarked, giggling at the shy smile that made its way to his mouth.

She didn’t even register reaching out to lightly touch his lips until she heard his sharp intake of breath. Until he turned his head so they were mere centimeters apart. Until she watched his puppy eyes dart between her lips and your frame covered gaze. Until the space between them seemed to be lessening with every sec-

“Hey pretty boy! Where’s my cake?”

Y/n grudgingly pulled back at the interruption, watching in amusement as Spencer’s body instinctively leaned forward as if his lips hadn’t gotten the memo and were still searching for hers. “It’s coming right up you lazy ass!” she yelled back with a grin on her face.

She looked back to the boy sitting before her and was almost mesmerized by the dazed look present on his face, the blush slowly retreating as he came back to his surroundings. She could tell there were words that he wanted to say, but they just didn’t seem to be forming fast enough to actually come out. Deciding to put their little moment on hold before he passed out, she walked back over to the neglected dessert and started heading towards the break room again.

“I’ll make sure to save you the biggest piece, Spence.”,she threw over her shoulder, chuckling at the bewildered look still that was still present on his face.

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The day was a big success in her opinion. 

Spencer looked even more like a child than usual with the big shit eating grin that remained throughout the celebration and the bulky hat that he refused to take off. She could never understand how someone could have such an affinity for sugar as she watched him devour the huge slice of cake she had carved up for him.

But hours later, it was just her and Spencer left in the building. 

And she was not about to let that go to waste.

Y/n could see him from where she stood at the entrance to the kitchenette. She could see the way he slouched over his desk with his legs curled underneath him, criss cross applesauce, as he scribbled down whatever case file he was working on. She admired his determined work ethic, that’s for sure.

But now was simply not the time to work.

Spencer immediately froze as soon as her body situated itself to be leaning against his desk, painfully aware of her gaze on his tense form. 

“H-hey Y/n.”, he nervously murmured, the stutter once again making her giddy.

“Hey yourself doc. Wanna tell me why it is you’re still here working at such a late hour? Doesn’t the elusive Spencer Reid have better things to be entertaining himself with?”, she drawled, her piercing gaze making the poor kid squirm before her eyes.

“Oh um no...n-not really. I actually don’t mind working late. It’s k-kind of therapeutic in a way. But um...I’m happy t-that you’re here w-with me.”, he whispered the last part as if he was scared you wouldn’t appreciate his gratitude.

But she appreciated it more than he knew.

Noticing the little pencil holder situated amongst the file stacks on his desk, an idea popped into her mind that she just couldn’t shake, prompting her to pick it up and begin fiddling with it.

“Oh is that so pretty boy? Does my presence satisfy you?” Before he could even attempt an answer she “accidently” dropped the holder on the ground, the array of pens and pencils dispersing among the floor. “Oops my bad.”

Spencer immediately scrambled out of his seat and onto the floor to start collecting the colorful writing utensils, the perfect distraction needed for Y/n to situate herself on his desk with her legs spread open directly in front of his face. 

“D-don’t worry abou-”, his sentence cut off as he looked up and was met with the tantalizing sight of her white lace panties already damp with her excitement. She swore he could die happy with the way his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“See something you like baby?” Unable to even form words, the young doctor slowly nodded his head, eyes still locked on the obvious wet spot between her open legs.

“C-can I..can I um…”

“Use your words baby boy. Can you what?”, she spoke clearly, grasping his chin so he’d look her in the eyes.

“C-can I taste you?” She couldn't get over the desperate way he spoke as if he’d die of thirst if he didn’t get a drink from her.

“Of course you can sweet b-” Not even letting the words leave her mouth, his hands were eagerly pulling her panties down and off her legs, his lips instantly connecting with the heated flesh at the apex of her thighs. She swore his tongue and lips were enchanted with the way he was able to effortlessly maneuver his way around, easily picking up on what she loved. 

“Oh Spencer you’re such a good boy.” she couldn’t resist  threading her fingers through his silky hair and tugging slightly, an action she assumed he enjoyed based on the muffled whine she heard from between her thighs. 

It hadn’t even been more than a few minutes before she found herself already on the verge of letting go. No guy had ever been able to make her feel this good and just electric until now. He was quickly ruining her for anyone else in the future. She did not mind in the slightest.

“Baby I really wanna feel you inside me. Is that something you want sweetheart?”

He reluctantly pulled back after a few more kitten licks to her clit, wide eyes finding hers and whimpering out a broken “yes”. More than happy with his response she gently pulled him up by his hair and started undoing his belt, his oversized pants easily falling down without the extra support. Just another thing about him that she had come to adore. She was very pleased by the obvious bulge that protruded through his baby blue checkered boxers. 

Before she pulled those down too, though, she very gently reached up and cupped his cheeks, guiding his plump lips to her own, basking in the delighted whimpers that escaped his mouth at the soft but passionate contact. She released his lips with a slight nip and proceeded with his clothing removal, coaxing him to sit down in the swirly chair he had been previously residing in, before straddling his lap. 

“You ready sweet boy?”, she asked leaning forward to kiss his rouge forehead and cheeks.

“Mhmm I’m r-ready.”

Taking that as the go ahead, she cautiously positioned herself over his throbbing erection before slowly lowering herself inch by inch until he was completely enveloped by her tight, warm walls. 

“Oh-ohh my.”, he whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being connected so intimately. Gently, she started to move a bit more, hesitantly lifting up before lowering herself back down, flush against his lap, one of her soft hands anchoring herself to his shoulder while the other caressed his flushed cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You feel so good baby boy I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer.”

“M-me neither.”, he stuttered as the pace she had previously set seemed to increase in speed, the excitement and ecstasy getting to the both of them and subconsciously pushing the two of them closer to their shared release. 

The fire was quickly building within her body and she knew she was truly crumbling at the seams, but with the way his body was trembling and his dick was subtly twitching inside of her she knew he was right there too.

“It’s ok baby boy, it’s ok. Cum for me sweet boy. I want you to cum inside and fill up my pussy Spence.”, she muttered feeling the beginning of her end crash unexpectedly throughout her entire being, grasping onto the boy underneath her to tie herself to the earth. 

Overwhelmed by the utter euphoria of Y/n cumming around him, Spencer let himself get thrown off the edge, his hands tightening on her waist hard enough she was sure little bruises would form come tomorrow, not that she minded at all.

“Oh Y/n!” She watched on, obsessed with the way that his mouth fell open in a little o-shape as his eyes squeezed shut, the tell tale signs of pleasure coursing through his veins, the warm feeling that he left deep inside of her as she gently lifted herself from his shaking legs, reaching for her panties before the warmth was able to escape down her damp thighs.

Looking back at the trembling boy after cleaning herself and him up, she couldn’t help but melt at the lovesick, puppy dog eyes he was giving her, prompting her to lean forward and leave more little kisses on the top of his damp hair.

“That was incredible Spence. Really incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before baby.”

She melted even further at the way he shyly dropped his head to somewhat hide the wide grin that had spread like wildfire across his face. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them before his head lifted with a questioning glance.

“How’d you-I mean uh how did you know that I liked you?” There was no way she could control the giggles that left her lips at his silly question.

“You weren’t exactly subtle with the whole glasses thing Spence.”

And then the only sound heard throughout the building was her full blown laughter at the mortification that speedily adorned his cherry cheeks.