adorned with lace | spencer reid
pairing | perv!spencer x fem!reader
summary | you thought spencer was a wonderful friend. he thought you were incredibly sexy. and he wanted to be more than friends. one night he spots you being intimate with yourself and can't help but do the same
btw!!! | SMUTTT!!!!, mausturbation, spencer being a little perv, panty stealing, use of y/n, really bad writing (i'm so sorry i hate this 😭) that's it :]
you moved into your apartment complex a few years ago after landing a job as a high school art teacher in virginia. It was a significant upgrade from your previous position, so you happily accepted the offer and relocated. your complex was adjacent to another one, which meant you had neighboring windows and a shared parking garage. who should live right across from you but the infamous dr. spencer reid?
on the night you moved in, you decided to pick up groceries for the morning. as you reached the parking garage, you realized you’d left your keys in your apartment. after a quick trip back, you discovered you’d accidentally locked your car keys inside the vehicle.
“need some help?” a voice called from behind you. you turned to see a 6'0" man with brown hair and glasses. he offered a half-smile and gestured toward your car. “i just— i noticed you were having a bit of trouble.”
“some help would be great,” you replied with an awkward chuckle. he approached, rummaging through his messenger bag before pulling out a bobby pin. with deft movements, he inserted it into your car door lock and, after a moment, successfully unlocked it. he turned to you, grinning. “there you go!”
“thanks!” you say, turning back to him with a wide grin.
“did you just move in? I haven’t seen you around before,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “i’m spencer, by the way.” He offers you a half-smile.
“yeah, i just finished moving in today... i’m y/n.” you extend your hand for a handshake, which he happily accepts. “so, what are you doing out this late?” you ask, withdrawing your hand.
“i just got called into a case,” he replies, showing you his fbi badge.
“oh, cool! you’re part of the fbi!” you exclaim, and he nods.
“what do you do there?” you ask, leaning against your car and momentarily forgetting about your groceries. you hardly remember the rest of your conversation from that night, as you both talked until two in the morning about everything and anything. though you weren’t particularly social, spencer’s presence was captivating. you discovered he was genuinely interesting and talked about everything from your favorite movies to your deepest fears.
you hadn’t come to virginia looking to make friends, but meeting spencer changed that.
your friendship with spencer had blossomed into something meaningful, or so you thought. while you saw him as a close friend, spencer's feelings for you were far deeper. he had fallen for you from the moment he met you, captivated by the way your off-the-shoulder top revealed a glimpse of your black bra strap and the way your athletic shorts hugged your perfect ass.
spencer wasn't a particularly social person due to his intense focus on his studies in high school. he was so concentrated on school that he rarely paid attention to anything else, let alone women. his reserved and lack of social nature made him hesitant to approach you, but he knew that if he didn't speak to you now, he never would. so, with a 'now or never' mentality, he struck up a conversation.
after a few months of hanging out at clubs and bars, you and spencer began spending more time at each other's apartments. initially, spencer was hesitant to even sit comfortably on the couch, but with your reassurance, he became more comfortable. perhaps too comfortable.
the first time he stole something from you, he experienced a rush of adrenaline. he didn't know why, but the thrill of doing something he shouldn't was incredibly exciting. it started with innocent things like your hair ties, but eventually, it escalated to something more intimate: stealing your panties.
he had a fascination with stealing your panties, building an extensive collection of various styles. among his favorites were your simple red pair—he always thought you looked stunning in red—along with a sleek black thong. but his all-time favorite was the one adorned with lace around the waistband, featuring a delicate pink bow at the center. he cherished that one for its playful innocence, though he knew all too well the secrets it held.
since your apartments were adjacent, he had a clear view into your bedroom from his bathroom window. before he took that intimate piece of clothing from you, he had witnessed you being intimate with yourself while wearing it. it was late at night, and you had just returned home, your beautiful face showing signs of fatigue from what he assumed was a long day.
the corners of his mouth turned into a disappointed frown once he realized you had left to go shower. he sighed and stepped into his own shower: fantasizing you were taking a shower with him. letting his hand slide down his body just as the water from the shower head did. he eventually found his bright red tip. rubbing his thumb against it and spreading his slick with a moan.
he continued stroking, imagining your hand instead of his. the image of you stroking him instead of himself was enough to make him reach his climax with a low groan escaping his lips. afterward, he took a proper shower and stepped out to dry himself. as he looked out the window, he noticed the sun had set. his gaze wandered to your bedroom, where you had just emerged from the shower. he felt his body heat up as his eyes draped over your body, taking in the sight of you standing there, only in a white lace bra and that damn lace underwear.
he feels embarrassed once he realizes that he's staring. his embarrassment quickly being replaced with arousal after seeing you strip off your intimates. he knew this was wrong and that he should look away but he didn't. he couldn't. as horrible and perverted as he felt staring at you while in such a vulnerable position he couldn't tear his gaze away. nor could he stop his hand from reaching down to grab hold of his once again hard cock.
his interest peaked after seeing you grab a pillow and place it in the middle of your bed. his breath hitched after you straddled the pillow with your thighs. he began stroking himself once you began to grind against the pillow. he felt so weird wishing that he was your pillow at that moment. he felt that was his mind trying to bring him down to earth but it was far too clouded with the sight of you.
the way your hands tightly gripped your bedsheets, your hips thrusting against the heart-patterned pillow, back arched, head thrown forwards, hair tucked behind your right ear giving him the view he craved of your mouth agape and your eyes tightly shut. the only thing that could make this moment better would be the ability to hear your sweet moans.
god, he could only imagine what it would be like to be your pillow. the feel of your soft skin against his. your tits bouncing up and down as you rode him. the feel his dick in your tight cunt. his name falling from your beautiful mouth. all of this was enough for him to make the pit in his stomach tighten.
your hand made its way down to your clit to rub it and that alone was almost enough to make spencer cum but what tipped him over was when you looked over at spencer through your window with a smirk. at first, he was caught off guard and his face went beet red before you started moaning and biting your lip causing him to continue his strokes. he tried his best to hold eye contact but would fail. his eyes closed from the immense pleasure he was feeling.
a few strokes and glances at you later he reached his climax. his seed spilling all over his hand. he didn't stop stroking himself though. he couldn't. not until you reach your orgasm. your thrusts increase in pace making him realize you were close. his hand running up and down his dick trying to match your pace. your head was thrown back and hips thrusting against your pillow once more let spencer know you had reached your peak.
this caused spencer to reach another peak causing even more seed to spill all over his hand.
the next time spencer was at your place he scoured through your underwear drawer searching for that lace intimate. what he did with that innocent piece of clothing he's afraid of admitting. eventually it was brought to light, and you decided to have him show you exactly what he did with it.
authors note | i hate this, i hate this, i hate this!!! i was so excited to right smut because well...duh. and from this i realized i should just stick to fluff i think 😭 like it was fun writing this but my mind goes blank when trying to describe the smexy stuff. i think i'm gonna just post the two other smutty ones i have in my drafts and that'll be in because i hate this so much 😭
divider credits !!! @adornedwithlight
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