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Summary: Spencer helps the reader properly orgasm after a game of truth or dare.

Warning: SMUT!

Word Count: 1,109

A/N: This is totally my first Spencer smut fic, cross my fingers!

“So Y/N, truth or dare?” Spencer asks while leaning forward to take another sip of his drink. He could barely get his words out without laughing, letting you know he was the right amount of tipsy to play this game.

The party had been Derek’s idea to relieve some stress built up from work but you had no idea it would end like this. Especially with your co-worker, Spencer Reid. Sure you guys were friends but you figured he was much closer to Emily or JJ, but trust me, you were not complaining.

“Hm, truth. I’m bad at dares anyway.” you grinned and took a quick shot of the tequila you had been gradually drinking.

“Who was the last person you had sex with?”

“Oh um, remember that new guy on the bomb squad a couple months ago?”

“No way! Y/N, are you serious? You had sex with that guy?” Spencer started laughing so hard that his head flew back in full swing.

“He was cute!”

Spencer laughed and grabbed the tequila bottle from you pouring a little more into his cup. Boost of confidence.

“What about you?”

“It was my last girlfriend, so, about six or seven months ago.”

You nodded and waited for him to ask the next question. You noticed the party resorted to just you two sitting on the couch and looked over at the clock, 1:13 a.m.

“How many times has a guy gotten you to come in a night? Like your personal best.”

That question had you stumped. Telling Spencer the truth meant him possibly making fun of you about it for weeks, but he’d know if you were lying.

“Well?”

“Three times.” you looked at the ground and grabbed your cup hoping he’d take the answer and run.

“Y/N, you’re lying.” Spencer laughed and looked at you noticing your face was turning beet red after his question.

You were so drunk by this point it wouldn’t have mattered if you knew the president’s secrets, you were about to spill it all.

“I’ve uh, never actually been able to get there. I usually fake it.”

Spencer’s eyes looked as if they had gotten five sizes bigger after hearing your confession, “Not even by yourself?”

You shook your head and continued digging yourself deeper, “No, when I said three times I really meant it. I can’t get it right.”

The dimmed room couldn’t hide the undeniable truth of your confession at this point. You noticed both the tequila and vodka bottle was three fourths of the way finished. Damn.

“Could I help you?” Spencer had been loud the whole night, thanks to the alcohol, but he was quiet asking this.

Would it be wrong for you to say yes? Because you were dying to say it. He was so attractive sitting on the couch next to you. To be honest, you’d been attracted to him for months by now but just didn’t know how to act on it.

You nodded and set your cup down on the table. Spencer leaned in and kissed your lips that tasted like alcohol. His lips were so soft and it left you wanting more and more of him. As you kept kissing, his hands reached down to your waist tugging on your shirt lifting it over your head. He was being so bold and quite frankly, it was turning you on.

“So what do you usually do?”

“I-uh, I don’t know. Just do whatever ends up feeling good.”

Spencer nods and moves so you can lay down on the couch under him. He removed his shirt and threw it onto the chair across the room.

“Take your shorts off.”

As you reached down to unbutton them, you could already feel how wet you were and felt slightly embarrassed knowing the man you work with and see everyday was about to know this too.

Spencer kissed your forehead once your shorts were on the floor and ran his hand down your stomach at the brim of your pink lace panties.

He smiled at the sight, “Cute Y/N.”

“So, rule one. You have to relax. I can feel you tensing up and it isn’t gonna help the situation any.”

“Okay.” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“Secondly, take it slow. If you’re already stressed about finishing and going at the speed of light, you’ll end up disappointed. Save it for last.”

You nodded in agreeance as he slipped his hand in your panties. Fuck. This was happening.

He moved his finger over the lips of your pussy, being gentle as hell.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?”

Uh, duh. You were aching for some attention down there and this was just what you needed tonight, “Yes Spence, I’m sure.”

He smiled as he slid a couple fingers in and felt you clench around him. You were getting so sweaty being under him and feeling his touch.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so wet.” Spencer bit his lip as he started moving his fingers in and out of you.

This felt good but you could already tell this was going to end in you faking it again. You’ve been here over and over.

Spencer noticed your expressions were changing into a worried face, “Y/N, relax for me. I’m gonna go a little deeper.”

After a few more breaths Spencer curled his fingers once he was inside you.

“Oh my god.” you bucked a little against him gasping at the sudden feeling pulsing through your pussy.

Spencer laughed as he kept repeating hitting that spot as your breathing was becoming rapid and uneven. Maybe this would actually work this time.

“Take your finger and rub your clit for me babe, but slowly.”

You nodded and felt an explosion as you rubbed over clit, jesus christ. You felt your legs shake after rubbing just a little bit. You were close, really close.

As the sensation went on you could feel your orgasm building up. You were moaning at this point failing to keep it in.

“Oh shi-fuck.” Your muscles tensed up as you felt yourself come around Spencer’s fingers and lifted your body up against his. You felt how hard he had become doing this to you while you were against him, thinking about going a little further with him tonight.

Spencer smiled and kissed you as you were coming down from your high and whispers “You did it.”

At this point, all you could think about was how hard he was and you wanted more. Fuck it.

“Hey Spence, I dare you to help me beat my personal best tonight.”