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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 8 days ago

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Black Lace

Summary: You suspect that Spencer stole your panties and decide to confront him

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Pervert!Spencer, stealing underwear, embarrassment, slight dub!con, male masturbation

Word count: 2k

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After working with your new favorite coworker for just a few months, you became aware of a very interesting fact about him.

Spencer Reid was a little pervert.

His seemingly innocent and coy demeanor couldn’t fool you anymore after it became obvious that he had stolen a pair of your panties. It happened on your last case when you accidentally grabbed his go-bag on your way to the hotel and vice versa. The pink color blooming over his cheeks when you knocked on his hotel room door to get your bag back already gave away that something was up.

However, you were only certain about it when you were back home doing your laundry, noticing that your favorite black lacy panties were missing. You were sure you had packed them but still double checked your underwear drawer but couldn’t find them.

It had been four days since Spencer was in possession of your underwear and just as long since he could barely look you in the eyes anymore. You were aware that whatever he was doing with them was far from decent.

Unbeknownst to him, the thought of this sweet boy doing something sinful with your panties excited you. Only wondering what exactly was happening when he was alone wasn’t enough for you anymore. You had to know.

So when everyone else was already gone and it was only you and him left at the office finishing up some paperwork, you decided to confront him.

“Hey Spencer, can I ask you something?”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows and cheeks already tinted pink. “Hm?”

Walking over to his desk, a smirk spread over your face.

“I was doing my laundry last night and noticed that a piece of clothing was missing from my bag,” you said, your voice laced with a certain playfulness.

You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed and he quickly averted his eyes from you. “Okay?” He muttered.

“So I was wondering if it may have… fallen out of my bag the other day. You know, when it was in your hotel room.”

“Uh… no… I haven’t seen it,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure? You’d easily recognize it among your clothes. I doubt you own anything so flimsy and lacy,” you murmured as you leaned closer, noticing the heat radiating from his body.

“No, sorry! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He lied as he quickly began shoving his things into his satchel. “I have to go, gotta catch my train.”

That was the last thing he said before practically bolting to the elevators. Apparently Spencer Reid wasn’t just a pervert, he was a terrible liar, too. There was no way you’d let him get away with this so easily.

Two hours later you knocked on Spencer’s door. You heard some shuffling on the other side before he reluctantly opened the door. Before he could say anything, you began talking.

“Could you please take a look in your bag again to see if you accidentally packed it?”

He took a deep breath and managed to lie a little better than before, “I already told you, I don’t have your panties.”

His words made you smile. “How do you know it’s panties I’m looking for?”

His eyes widened when he realized you caught him lying. “Uh, context,” he mumbled. “You talked about lace, so I assumed.”

“Right,” you huffed as you pushed against his shoulder so he’d step aside. You walked into his apartment to take a look around.

“What are you doing? I didn’t invite you in,” he sounded a little upset as he watched you step into his living room.

“And I never consented to you stealing my panties,” you retorted.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Almost on instinct, you walked into his bedroom and Spencer promptly followed you. It was more neat than you had expected, the bed was made nicely and only a few books were sitting on his nightstand.

“This is highly inappropriate, you can’t just march in here,” he scolded you.

As if to challenge him, you said, “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Before he could come up with an answer, you quickly scanned the room to figure out where he was most likely to hide your underwear. You opened the drawer of his nightstand.

“Hey, you can’t look in there!” He squeaked as he reached for your arm but hesitated to actually touch you.

No panties were to be seen, just tissues, condoms, lube and a pack of melatonin pills were inside the drawer. You weren’t sure why it surprised you so much that Spencer had condoms at home, but it did. You wondered if he had anyone in his life to use them with.

Turning your head, your sight fell to the pillows on his bed. Quickly you grabbed them and shoved them aside until you saw black lace peeking out under one of them. You pulled out your panties and held them in the air, almost yelling, “A-ha!”

When your sight landed on Spencer’s face, he looked absolutely mortified. A crimson shade spread over his cheeks, ears and neck. It seemed as if he had frozen in place, unable to speak.

“I knew you had them!” You exclaimed, pouring more salt into the wound of the poor man in front of you. “What do you have to say in your defense?”

Silence.

“Spencer? I’m talking to you.”

“I’m so sorry,” he began stuttering as he sat down on the mattress, his eyes fixated on the floor. “I uh… I opened your bag and saw the lace and couldn’t help myself but pull them out and look at them,” he finally confessed. “And then you knocked on the door and I panicked and shoved them in my pockets and gave you your bag back without them.”

You listened to him with raised eyebrows and a smirk blooming on your face. “So you just decided to keep them?”

Spencer just shrugged.

Then, you asked the question he obviously dreaded. “What did you do with them?”

Spencer’s entire body flinched at your words. “N…nothing,” he lied again.

“Spencer!” You scolded him. “No more lies.”

Finally, he managed to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “Please don’t make me say it.”

“Alright,” you agreed. “You can show me instead.”

“What?!”

“Go on,” you challenged him as you handed him your panties. “I wanna see.”

Spencer didn’t move, instead he just sat there and stared at you with his mouth hanging open.

“Don’t be shy now,” you snickered. “I already know you’re a little perv.”

Instead of saying anything, he covered his face with his hands. You began to pity the poor boy and decided to play it a little nicer. You sat down beside him and touched his arm.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not angry at you,” you cooed. “Look at me, Spencer.”

And he did. There was a glimmer in his eyes that let your heart jump.

“What you did was questionable, but I promise I’m not mad. If anything, I’m curious. Maybe even a little excited,” you revealed.

“Excited?” Spencer repeated.

You nodded and giggled, “I think it’s cute that you want me so much you stole my panties.”

A timid smile appeared on his face.

“I just really want to know what you did with them. It’s all I could think of the past few days.”

Spencer took a deep breath and you thought he might finally start talking, but he didn’t.

“Did you wear them?” You asked him.

Almost offended, he said, “No, it’s not like that.” After a moment, he finally confessed. “I uhm… touched myself with one hand while holding your panties in the other.”

You looked at the lacy fabric in your hands, still looking clean as you wondered, “Did you come inside them?”

He shook his head. “Didn’t want to taint them.”

Your curiosity still wasn’t satisfied, so you asked, “Did you smell them?”

It seemed impossible, but the red shade on his cheeks turned even darker when he nodded.

“I hadn’t worn them yet. They probably just smelled like my laundry detergent,” you whispered.

To your surprise, he said, “I imagined they’d smell like you.”

His words let heat rush right to your center. It aroused you to learn how much Spencer longed for you. You couldn’t help but glance at his lap and notice the bulge straining against his pants.

“You’re turned on,” you stated.

Spencer shifted in his seat in a poor attempt to hide his erection while whispering, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you softly spoke as you touched his knee. “And don’t hide, please. I wanna see the effect I have on you.”

Spencer found your eyes and you noticed how the gold of his irises was almost completely swallowed by his pupils. “You’re so beautiful and… kinda intimidating,” he stuttered.

His words made you smile even brighter.

“I would really love to see you touch yourself,” you cooed. “Please show me.”

For a moment, he thought about it but then he nodded. Hesitantly, he moved up the bed to lay down on his back on the mattress. You sat down beside him and handed him the panties you were still holding. Spencer let his fingers run through the lace, taking his time to inspect the garment before bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply.

It was a sight so sinful it almost drove you insane.

One of his hands moved to his pants and undid them before taking out his hard cock. When you saw him exposed like that, you couldn’t help but gasp and press your thighs together.

“You’re so pretty,” you purred and noticed how Spencer smiled.

Slowly he let his fingertips run over his shaft before he wrapped them around it and gave himself a firm squeeze. Two droplets of precum spilled from the swollen tip which were quickly collected by his thumb and smeared along his velvety skin.

You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to look at his face or his cock so you switched between them. His eyes were closed as he held your panties against his face with one hand while his other hand caressed his erection. A moan fell from his lips when the grip of his fist tightened and he accelerated his pace.

A sight so mesmerizing, it almost felt unreal. Your own arousal began dampening your underwear but you held back from touching yourself to fully focus on your magnificent view.

Spencer was panting into the lace he held against his face as his whole body began trembling.

“Are you getting close?” You purred.

Spencer’s eyes shot open and found yours and it almost felt like he had forgotten that you were there. Before he could answer you, he whimpered. Then he moaned, “Yes.”

“I want you to come inside the panties,” you instructed.

His eyes widened and his mouth hung open at your words. He never stopped stroking himself and was already too far gone to question your demand. Quickly he moved his hand gripping the lace from his face down to his cock, holding it above the swollen head.

“Oh, fuck!” Spencer sighed as he reached his breaking point.

You watched intently as his hardness throbbed and his essence was caught by your underwear while broken whines escaped Spencer’s throat. Within seconds the lace was soaked. Spencer’s chest was heaving when he came down from his high. He dared to look down to inspect the mess he had created before quickly tucking his softening dick back into his pants.

He sat up on the bed, still holding the stained panties in his fist. That’s when you noticed how sad he looked, almost pathetic.

“Now they are ruined,” he mumbled as he inspected the fabric in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, cutie,” you said as you got up from the bed. “You can wash them and give them back to me tomorrow. And in the meantime I have something even better for you.”

Spencer watched your every move, obviously having trouble comprehending what was happening. You stood at his bedside, your hands sliding along your skirt before lifting the fabric up, revealing the purple lacy undergarments you had put on for him before you got here. In a swift motion you hooked your fingers into the waistband and pulled them down.

His eyes were never wider as he watched you fold the purple panties and gently place them on the nightstand. It was as if he was frozen in place, unable to form another coherent sentence.

“I thought you might like them since they are your favorite color,” you purred as you walked towards the door to leave, already planning on returning tomorrow. “I hope you have fun with them!”

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 12 days ago

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Scent from Heaven

Summary: Spencer cannot stop fantasizing about you

Request: A fic where Spencer’s crush on BAU!Reader is so intense and he’s having all these sex dreams about her and his main dream for him is to go down on her. He wants nothing more than to go down on her and taste her and worship her.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Spencer is a bit of a pervert, sex fantasies and dreams, there was only one bed, male masturbation, description of oral (fem receiving) and fingering, coming untouched

Word count: 1.9k

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It had to be your scent.

Floral, sweet and absolutely mesmerizing.

For weeks Spencer had been trying to figure out what it was about you that slowly drove him mad. He even looked at the latest research about physical attraction, only to come to the conclusion that the two of you apparently were a perfect match.

Only you didn’t know that yet.

So Spencer had no choice but to indulge in his fantasies about you to soothe his yearning for your nearness.

It all began a few weeks ago, just a couple of days after you had started working at the BAU. Spencer stood behind you at your desk, leaning over your shoulder to read over the case report you had just finished.

He had every intention of giving you constructive feedback but his mind went completely blank once he noticed your scent. It wasn’t some perfume, Spencer was sure about that. It was like your neck emanated some sorcerous haze that rendered him completely speechless.

Lucky for him, you hadn’t noticed how dumbfounded he suddenly felt around you.

Later that night, when Spencer was fast asleep in his bed, you visited him in his dream. He noticed your sweet smell before he saw you, waiting for him completely bare, ready to be devoured. There was no hesitation, no holding back before Spencer fell to his knees to worship every part of you.

He woke up painfully hard the next morning, a desperate sigh escaping his lips when he realized it was only a dream. Spencer felt bad to taint you like that but he couldn’t help but touch himself to the thought of you.

With closed eyes he let his mind flood with your images. The way your chest vibrated when you laughed, the way you looked at him with wide eyes when he explained something to you.

A determined hand pulled down the waistband of his pajama pants to free his aching cock. Wrapping his fingers around it, he began moving slowly. A different memory of you appeared inside his head with every stroke.

He thought about when he watched you stretch your arms over your head at your desk and a small patch of skin became visible just beneath the hem of your blouse. Then, the memory of your scent hit him like a train.

Desperately, Spencer let his thumb swipe over the leaking tip of his hardness before speeding up his strokes. Biting down on his lips, he held back his desperate whines.

He imagined how your skin would smell when he’d kiss down your body. How it would intensify the closer he got to your core. He thought about you spreading your legs for him and how your honeyed wetness would taste on his tongue.

That was what threw him over the edge. With a pathetic whimper he came, spilling his essence over his hand and stomach. The cool shower that followed was not enough to wash away the guilt he felt for doing something so sinful while thinking about the purest thing he’d ever seen - you.

However, it was nothing compared to how mortified he was when he actually saw you that day. His cheeks were blooming bright pink and he could barely stutter ‘good morning’ once he laid eyes on you. Only focussing back on his job allowed him to take his mind off you for a couple of hours.

Over the following weeks, Spencer felt like he was going insane anytime he stood too close to you.

It was the same every time. He sensed your wonderful smell and he was a goner for the rest of the day, already knowing what would happen once he fell asleep that night. The dreams of you became more vivid each time, so much so that Spencer had trouble telling fantasy apart from reality whenever he woke up the next morning.

When he woke up today, he could have sworn he could still taste you. Lively was the memory of the way your silken folds felt under his tongue and how enchanting your heady aroma was. Only it was not a memory, it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Over the past few weeks Spencer had learned to act normal around you despite the peccable thoughts he had whenever he was alone. That was until the two of you were told to share a room on the current case.

When you noticed that there was only one bed in the room, you let out a breathy laugh, “Of course.”

Spencer avoided your eyes when you turned to him and you noticed how his cheeks turned pink. “I uh…,” he stuttered. “Uhm I could ask someone to switch rooms?”

“I’m okay with this if you are,” you told him. “There’s enough room for the both of us.”

Spencer, however, was not okay with it but had no intention of letting you know that. Not because he didn’t crave your nearness but because he was certain it would be his downfall. After clearing his throat, he tried as best as he could to get his composure back and nod.

It was already late and both of you were exhausted after working on a very tiring case all day. Spencer was the first one to take a shower and settle down on one side of the bed, a book in his hands, pretending to read until you’d find your home under the covers, too.

When you stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but flimsy pajama shorts and a white tank top, Spencer’s brain almost short-circuited. It was so bad, he couldn’t even hide his staring. The natural curve of your breasts was visible under the fabric of your shirt, a view Spencer had only imagined so far.

When he felt too much blood rushing down to his center, he quickly averted his eyes back to the book in his hands, hoping you hadn’t noticed his staring.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?”

Your words brought Spencer back to reality. He found your eyes and raised his eyebrows.

“Seeing each other like that, I mean,” you clarified. “It’s very different from our usual work attire.”

Spencer looked down at his washed-out Caltech shirt. “Yeah, that’s true.”

He tried not to look at you when you slid beneath the covers right beside him but he couldn’t help but watch the way your body moved from the corners of his eyes. You turned off the nightlight on your side of the bed before laying down.

“You can keep reading if you want, I don’t mind,” you whispered as you closed your eyes.

“No, I’m really tired,” Spencer said as he turned off the lights on his side and put the book down. “Good night.”

Once he had laid down, he felt wide awake though. As he listened to your steady breathing, your scent filled the room and began clouding Spencer’s brain. Minutes passed as he just laid there, contemplating how inappropriate it would be for him to make a move. He thought about rolling to his side, wrapping you into his arms and kissing your neck. To keep his indecent thoughts at bay, he forced himself not to take this fantasy any further.

Finally, his body started feeling heavy and sleep began dulling his senses, relieving him from the torture that was reality. That was until he felt your fingertips gently brushing over his arm, a sensation that almost shocked him.

“Are you still awake?” He heard your hushed voice.

“Yes.”

You turned and slid closer to him until your face was mere inches away from his. There was little light in the room but it was enough for Spencer to notice the smirk on your face.

“I can’t sleep,” you said. “I can’t turn my mind off.”

Spencer cleared his throat. “Because of the case? Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s not the case,” you purred. “I just can’t stop thinking about how much I want to kiss you.”

Before he could ask any more questions, he felt your mouth against his. It was as if a dam broke when he felt your nearness, there was no more holding back. Spencer pulled you closer, his hands on your back pressing you into him, not allowing any distance between the two of you.

His lips were greedy and demanding, kissing you like he was starving. In a way, he was. When a whimper escaped your throat, he saw it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. His tongue met yours, tasting you for the first time as you two melted into each other.

It wasn’t enough, though.

Spencer turned you on your back and hovered over you as he began kissing and nipping down your neck, taking in your sweet smell.

“You’re mesmerizing,” he breathed against your pulse point before licking along your neck. “I can’t get enough.”

Hurriedly his hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and you moved with him as he pulled it over your head. His palms were on your breasts before your back could touch the mattress again. His mouth followed his fingers, caressing your chest and hardened peaks until the sounds of your pleasure filled the room.

“Please, Spencer,” you moaned. “I need you.”

There was no need to explain any further what you needed, he understood. Slowly, Spencer kissed down your stomach before licking along the seam of your shorts. Then, he sat up and slid the fabric down your thighs before you spread them for him.

He wished there was more light so he could see all the glory your body had to offer but he had to rely on his other senses to explore you. Spencer lay down between your legs and began kissing your inner thighs while breathing in your infatuating scent.

The mewls falling from your lips once he licked over your slit with a flattened tongue were driving him insane. But it was nothing compared to finally tasting your heady dew on his tongue. With the utmost care he kissed and licked over your folds, tasting every bit of you while imprinting your uniqueness into his brain.

Spencer barely noticed how painfully hard he was as he rocked his hips against the mattress ever so slightly. Tasting you and feeling you writhe beneath him was the best sensation he had ever experienced.

When he let two of his fingers gently glide into you, Spencer was sure he just entered heaven. The way you enveloped his fingers while releasing even more of your honeyed wetness was absolutely magnificent.

When you began pulsing around his fingers while crying out his name, Spencer couldn’t help but indulge in this sensation with you. He released himself into his pajama pants while grinding against the mattress.

Spencer's eyes shot open while a sigh left his lips. The morning sun was already coming through the curtains of the hotel room window. You were asleep, your back turned to Spencer. He looked at you, wondering how he had just laid between your legs, and now you were lying fully clothed an arm's length away from him.

He thought back to moments ago. What he first thought was a memory began to blur and fade away. Slowly he realized that none of it had been real.

It was yet another dream.

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