we've already done it in my head | spencer reid x reader
You have fantasies about Spencer, and you feel bad about it when you have to see him at work. Thing is, he has fantasies about you too.
wc: 4.8k, rating: explicit
tags/warnings: professor!spencer, post prison!spencer, bau!reader, fem!reader, sexual fantasies, masturbation, daddy kink, getting together, hookups, friends with benefits (?), mentions of public sex/exhibitionism (they don't actually do it), fucking with feelings but neither of them really realise it yet lol...
a/n: i am insane and that's all i'll say about this fic. jk i started this at the top of the month and i'm glad i've finally finished it. this was such a crazy one to work on, aside from being swamped with school work. thank you to my lovely friend from twitter vic who kept encouraging me to work on this hehe. inspired heavily by taylor swift's guilty as sin? (obviously) and chappell roan's picture you just for those horny yearning vibes yknow? please enjoy this insanity!!! (crossposted to ao3)
Spencer rushes in from the university when Emily calls. Itâs a serious case, one that Emily decides Spencer needs to be pulled away from his teaching for. She doesnât feel good doing it â the whole team knows how important teaching is to Spencer, but he understands all the same when he comes into the round table room. Spencer sits down at the last empty seat next to you, his hair a mess as he sets down his things and flips open the case file. He turns to smile at you, before Penelope starts the case brief.
Itâs a long, tiring day of work after landing in California, the BAU having been called in to investigate the murders of young moms in the area, and you need a glass of wine and a nice hot bath to even fathom everything youâve seen today.
You should just turn in for the night, the Bureau being particularly kind with their budget as you all get individual rooms. Your drowsiness should put you fast to sleep, but your mind is racing with thoughts of Spencer.
Spencerâs been in his nice suit all day, filling out his shirt nicely. Youâve noticed his stubble growing in, and his hair is messy and gorgeous. You canât help yourself for feeling this way, as guilty as you feel about it. Youâve been harbouring your crush on Spencer for way too long, in the couple of years since you joined the BAU. Spencer is a sight for sore eyes for sure, but his kind gentleness despite the horrors of what you all do for work is a welcome reprieve.Â
While his sweet nature was what had you falling for him in the first place, Spencer could be extremely sexy, even if he didnât know it.Â
Today was especially tough for you. You and Spencer were sent in to interrogate a particularly uncooperative suspect, playing into the good cop-bad cop dynamic. Your coaxing wasnât doing anything, and Spencer had ended up raising his voice in an attempt to intimidate them. Heâd slammed his hand on the table, a loud clang against the metal, and his large figure only served to crowd the suspect in to scare them further.
You only got to know Spencer after the mess that was him getting wrongly sent to prison, but Spencer supposedly wasnât like this before prison. Still, you found Spencerâs quiet intimidation incredibly attractive, and you had to keep your composure in the interrogation room earlier.
And your mind drifts to Spencer from earlier, his rough callousness with the suspect, his glare wild and intimidatingly sexy, you end up thinking about him.
About Spencer, who is so kind and sweet with you and the rest of the team, seeming like he couldnât hurt a fly.Â
About Spencer who could also be domineering and intimidating. He seems like heâd only pull it out if you asked, but the duality has you hot under the collar.Â
Your eyes slip shut, mind swirling with thoughts of Spencer, about having him all to yourself, about him wanting you.Â
About his large hands on you, making you feel so small under his firm grasp.Â
About him pinning you down on the hard, cool metal of the table in the interrogation room.Â
About him caging you in with his arms, the look in his eyes almost crazed and full of lust for you.Â
âSpencer,â you gasp, before Spencer kisses you fervently. His stubble is rough against your skin, but you donât care. Spencer kisses you like heâs a starved man and youâre his next meal, with such desperation that you feel weak in the knees.
âYouâre gorgeous,â Spencer says. He kisses your jaw, down your neck, and his large hands are all over your body. You feel so secure in his grasp, he feels you up and drinks his fill of you. He gropes your tits, your thighs, your ass, manhandling you into spreading your legs, so he can press the hardness of his cock to your cunt. âLook what you do to me.â
You whimper, fully indulging in this wet dream as you slide a hand into your underwear. âSpencer,â you gasp.
âYouâre so hot, you make me feel crazy,â Spencer hums, rolling his hips against you. Youâre separated between layers of fabric, but Spencer humping you like this turns you on to no end.Â
You rub at your clit in tight little circles, your wetness aiding the slide as you get yourself off to the thought of Spencer.
âSpence,â you moan, frustrated. While Spencerâs hardness grinding against you is literally a dream, you want to imagine his cock buried inside of you. Youâre perfectly capable of moving this along, so you do.Â
Magically, Spencerâs clothes are off and so are yours, the perks of a fantasy being that you donât have to awkwardly stumble through taking your clothes off. You have a hazy picture of what heâd look like naked in front of you. You imagine toned muscle, a slight pudge to his tummy from his time in prison, his pecs filled out nicely. You imagine his cock would be pretty, as pretty as he is, veiny and thick and all sorts of perfect.Â
âYouâre too fucking good to me, baby,â Spencer groans, the blunt head of his cock pressed up against you now. He rubs off against you, sliding over your clit, your folds, over the wetness leaking from your whole. âGonna fuck you so good, just like you deserve.â
Without hesitation, Spencerâs cock slips into you, the perfect thickness to make you feel full as he slides in inch by inch.Â
You slip your fingers into yourself, aided by how impossibly wet you are just at the thought of Spencer, and your groan weakly. Two fingers arenât enough, not when you bet Spencer could fill you up, like heâd split you in half on his cock.Â
He pushes into you until heâs pressed flush against you, buried inside of you to the hilt. He starts to pound into you, like heâs uncaring of what you need, but the way he treats you turns you on impossibly.
Your fingers arenât enough to satiate you, but you thrust them in and out of you in an effort to mimic how Spencer fucking you might feel. You moan, a little louder than youâd like.
âSpenceââ you gasp, in your fantasy. It should be scandalous, Spencer taking you over the table in the interrogation room. You donât know if the thought of people being behind the one-way mirror turns you on or not â being watched, letting Spencer take you in front of everybody. You like the thought of Spencer being so obsessed with you, so desperate, needing to fuck you right where you work.
The metal table is cool and harsh against your hips, but you donât care if it hurts as Spencer fucks you relentlessly, quickly taking on a brutal pace. Itâs exactly what you need, what you want Spencer to do with you, being rough and frantic enough to make you scream his name.
You whimper his name under your breath, bashful even while in your fantasy.Â
Spencer has you pinned down, but itâs not like you intend to get away. You want to savour this even if itâs only in your mind, shameful as youâre getting off to the thought of your coworker. You just need this out of your system, need Spencer out of your system, and then tomorrow you can face him like a normal, well-adjusted person.Â
âFuck,â you gasp, palm grinding against your clit, fingers pressed inside of yourself. Youâre shaking, with the thought of Spencer fucking you until you canât take it anymore, the ideal of him in your mind too perfect, until youâre moaning into your hand as you orgasm. You sob, clenching tight around your fingers, feeling your slick gush out as you ride your high.
You donât mean to fall asleep, but after both a long day and a crazy good orgasm, you end up passing out with a tissue clenched in your hand, with your panties and sleep shorts kicked off to the foot of the bed.
---
Spencer canât stop thinking about you.
He shouldnât, not when youâre his coworker and also one of the people heâs friendliest with in the unit.Â
Spencer would say he couldnât bring himself to trust many, especially after coming out of prison, but you were the one he warmed up to the easiest. A new face in the BAU wasnât uncommon, but Spencer had found himself drawn to you. You were kind and warm to him fresh out of prison, your tenderness a welcome reprieve as heâd gotten accustomed to being back at the BAU. With your intellect and quick wit, matched with your beauty, Spencer could not help but be attracted to you â but thatâs besides the point.Â
Spencer knows how much your friendship with him means to you, and heâs certain that thatâs all you see him as: a friend.Â
Yet, he canât stop himself from thinking about you in those pants. Those pants that hug your curves just right. Those pants that make your ass look great â not that he was looking â especially when youâre leaning over an interrogation table, trying to play the good cop with the suspect from earlier.
Spencer had hung back, trying to get a read on the suspect while you spoke to him. Him getting to ogle your figure and stare at how good you looked in those pants was unintentional, but he definitely wasnât complaining.Â
Spencer only felt a bit bad wrapping his hand around himself in the shower, mind flooded with thoughts of you. Water, almost scorching, running down his body, his hand moves fast and reckless, exhaling harshly as he gets himself off.Â
He canât get you out of his mind, your gorgeous figure, your pretty face, your wide eyes and thick thighs and soft lips â he shouldnât be thinking of you like this. You were a coworker, a friend, for Godâs sake, and yet he canât stop imagining you under him.Â
He canât stop imagining pressing you against the table in the interrogation room â your lithe frame underneath him, making you look so small, making him feel so big.Â
He presses his growing problem to your perfect ass, watching you writhe underneath him. You keep looking back up at him, with your wide, wet eyes and your flushed cheeks, looking like you need him to give you exactly what you need.
âPlease, daddy,â you whine, and Spencer is groaning and undoing his belt before your pants get pushed down too. Stroking his cock quickly, Spencer easily finds his way to your entrance, wet and dripping with your slick. He pushes into you, pressing kisses to your neck as you groan with the intrusion.Â
âDaddy,â you whimper, âFeels so good.â
âYeah?â Spencer coos at you. Spencer feels you press yourself back up against him, pushing his cock deeper, and he loses all sense of control as he starts to fuck you hard. He feels like a madman, unable to hold himself back as he takes and takes and takes, fucking into your tight wetness, his head spinning with how good you feel around him.Â
Youâre whining and moaning under him, your noises music to Spencerâs ears as they echo off the walls. Your cunt is wet and sloppy as Spencer fucks you, wanting to give you everything you need and more.
âFuck, baby,â Spencer groans, his hand tightly fisted around his cock. The way the tip of his cock leaks is easing the slide, as he pictures in crystal-clear detail how your cunt would draw him in, slick and messy be fucks into your perfect, tight cunt. âYouâre too good to me.â
âDaddy,â you sob, your hands clawing down Spencerâs back. Spencer gropes you greedily through your clothes, grabs your tits and feels his fill of your waist, your perfect ass, your thighs as he rocks himself back and forth between them.Â
âGonna cum inside of you, love,â Spencer grunts, his pace unrelenting. His hands are on your thighs, gripping you tight, both fucking into you and dragging you onto his cock over and over. âYouâre gorgeous. Gonna make a mess of you.â
Youâre whining underneath him, making him feel too good, as you clench around him tight and moan even louder. Spencer canât help himself, thrusting into you hard and fast and eager until heâs cumming.
He spills into his hand, the thick white ropes of his cum washed down the drain with the spray of the shower from above him. Visions of you flash through his mind, your gorgeous frame, your pretty face, your mouth on his.Â
Heâs barely towelled off before heâs knocked out in his bed, too tired to even process feeling guilty about jerking off to you.Â
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Sure, perhaps itâs childish to try and avoid Spencer all day, especially when you have an active case all of you need to be working on. You must be a fool to think that getting yourself off to Spencer would help, because all you can think about is your fantasies of him last night, how you imagined him bending you over and taking youâ Not helping, you remind yourself.
Emily must secretly be on your side or be able to read your mind or something, because Spencer is relegated to work on geographic profiles and speed-read through case files back at the police precinct, while you get sent out onto the field to chase down your killer.Â
But you canât avoid Spencer forever, and you arenât any good at it either. You feel like Spencerâs eyes are on you the whole day when you and him are in the same room, but you never look up at him to find out. While you could chalk up your nerves to a serial killer still being out on the streets, you donât have any more excuses at the end of the day when youâve finally caught him, and the team decides to get dinner to celebrate.
You purposely wedge yourself between JJ and Emily when you sit down at the table, trying to avoid Spencer, and you think youâre successful with getting away with seeming a little out-of-it when you end up slipping away early, claiming you had a rough sleep last night.
Youâve barely settled down in your hotel room for the night, finally feeling like you can relax, when thereâs a knock at your door. You have no clue who it could be, but you open the door, andâ
There Spencer is.Â
âHi,â you say curtly, feeling embarrassment wash over you all of a sudden, because all you can think about is getting off to the thought of him last night. You feel your cheeks warm, but you hope itâs not obvious that youâre blushing. Then, in an attempt to seem somewhat normal and well-adjusted, you add, âWhatâs up?â
âI should be asking you that,â Spencer says, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. âWhatâs up with you today?â
You press your lips together in a thin line before you say, âNothingâs up. Iâm fine.â
âCome on,â Spencer prods, his head cocking to the side as he deadpans. âYou know I can read you like an open book. Somethingâs up.â
You frown, Spencer stoking the flames of brattiness in you. âYeah? Tell me whatâs the matter, if you can read me so well.â
Spencerâs eyes widen slightly. You watch his Adamâs apple bob as he swallows.
âI- I thought we said no inter-group profiling,â Spencer says, his voice a little weak, and for the first time, you see Spencer look a little helpless. Itâs kind of hot.Â
Do you make him⌠nervous?
âYeah, but if you insist on thinking somethingâs up with meâŚâ You shrug, smiling. Spencer just blinks at you.
No. You couldnât possibly entertain the thought.Â
Spencer clears his throat. You watch him fidget with his hands just slightly, before he puts them by his sides to seem confident. âWell, youâve been avoiding me, on purpose or not â both attest to your desire to avoid me somewhat. You could barely look me in the eye all day, which means you might be embarrassed or guilty of something, likely having to do with me.â Spencer says, his voice even, but he isnât looking at you.Â
You raise your eyebrows. His explanation is both specific and vague, and you feel slightly called out and safe from his scrutiny at the same time. But, you canât shake off the feeling that thereâs something more to Spencerâs words, the way heâs looking at you like he hopes you canât pick his brain apart.Â
So, you turn it back onto him, âThen, what do you think is the problem? You arenât looking at me either, and you were fidgeting with your hands. Is something up with you, then? It almost sounds like youâre projecting, Dr. Reid.â
Spencer freezes, like heâs a deer caught in headlights. You can practically see his brain running a mile a minute, overthinking every possible outcome, overly self-aware of himself, his actions, his thoughts.
You try to stop yourself from smiling, because Spencer is kind of cute like this. âYou wanna tell me what it is then, Reid?âÂ
âWhen did this become about me?â Spencer squeaks, his usually cool facade quickly disappearing. Thereâs a look in Spencerâs eyes, as he nervously looks you up and down, and ohâ âI justâ Well, Iâ Youââ
âIâm thinking we might be on the same page, here,â you say, smirking. âWanna tell me what it is?â
Spencer furrows his brows, his mouth agape as he looks up at you, but youâre putting your hand on his chest and trailing it down slowly. âOhââ
âTell me, Dr. Reid,â you cock your head, eyeing him up and down lazily. When you look at Spencerâs face, heâs shocked, enamoured and turned-on all in one.Â
âYouâre⌠attracted to me,â Spencer says, somewhat uncertain. âThe same way Iâm attracted to you.â
âAnd what makes you say that?â You hum.Â
âI thought I heard you last night. Through the walls,â He says timidly, nothing youâve seen from him before. âThought I shouldâve gone over to help, but I realised you were, umâ You were pleasuring yourself. To- To me.â
âThe walls are thin, huh?â You laugh, a little sheepish, but you note how Spencerâs becoming shy at the thought. âDid youâŚ?â
His eyes grow wide. âDid I do what?â
You smirk. âThat tells me everything I need to know, Reid,â you say, laughing.
âWell, you shouldnât presumeââ
âShut up and kiss me, Reid,â you huff. You pull Spencer closer to you by his tie and you press your lips to his.Â
Itâs too perfect, when Spencerâs mouth is finally on yours. His hands cupping your face, Spencer kisses you hard and eager, like he canât believe that he finally gets to have you. He kisses you like heâs starving, desperate for you as his next meal. You moan as his hands reach for your hips, pulling you in closer to him, greedy as he feels you up.
âDid you fantasise about this too? About me, like this?â
âThis is better than I couldâve ever imagined,â Spencer says breathily. âYou⌠Youâre so attractive.â
âCould say the same about you,â you laugh, reaching to unbutton his shirt. His tie is already loose, hanging around his neck, but you want to see more. You undo the top few buttons, revealing more of his chest. You trail your finger over the exposed skin, letting your nail graze it slightly. You hear Spencer inhale sharply, and grin to yourself, proud of the effect you have on him. âSo, do you want to just stand around and talk, or do you want to fuck me?â
Spencerâs eyes widen, and you chuckle. As if he hadnât expected this was how it was going to go. Spencer purses his lips. âI mean, absolutely. I want to fuck you. But, umâ We should definitely talk about this though.â
âLater,â you say, waving him off, before you lean in to kiss him again. Spencer grabs your waist again, like he needs to have you close. He lifts you slightly, making you squeak, but the both of you stumble over to the bed, unable to keep your hands off of each other, unable to keep your mouths off each other. You sit down on the bed, Spencer crowding you in with one of his knees on the mattress.
You loosen his tie and take it off, while Spencer moves to unbutton your shirt. HIs hands move deftly, eager to undress you, and he pulls away to marvel at the curve of your breasts in your bra when he pushes the satin shirt off of you. âWow.â
âWow yourself,â you say. You appreciate the view: a dishevelled, eager Spencer Reid in your bed, his hands all over you, his shirt half-undone, revealing tanned skin and a gorgeous body. âNeed you to fuck me right now.â
Spencer laughs, perhaps a little incredulously, and he instead moves to take his shirt off instead. âIâll- Iâll do that.â
âGood,â you say, distracted as you admire Spencerâs frame, the lines of his body, the softness of his stomach. Heâs so hot you might die. âVery good.â
âIâm glad you like the view,â Spencer says, a little timid, like heâs shy to show off in front of you. He meets your gaze when you look up at him, caught in the middle of ogling him with no shame.Â
You smile up at him sheepishly. âPlease fuck me, Spencer.â
âOkay,â Spencer smiles, warm and gentle. He helps you slide your pants and underwear off your legs before you spread them. Spencerâs jaw drops, his eyes focused on the slick mess of your cunt. âOh, my God.â
âYeah?â you laugh, thoroughly amused with his reaction. âShow me how much you want me, too.â
Spencerâs hands are quick to push down his bottoms, dress slacks and boxer-briefs on your floor in an instant, wrapping a fist around himself as he works himself up for you. You canât tear your eyes off of him â âSpencer, youâre⌠big.â
âAm I?â Spencer asks, and youâd lose your mind if you werenât expecting Spencer to fuck your brains out.Â
âYou are,â you say calmly, because if you let yourself sound any more excited he might think you were insane. âBut I can take you.â
Spencer grins. âGood.â
His fingers press against your cunt after you tell him to do so. His slender digits pick up all the slick thatâs leaking from your hole, spreading it around messily as he toys with your clit. You shudder with the sensation, throwing your head back against the pillows. Then, one of his fingers slips into you, and he coaxes you open with a care you havenât felt from most partners before. âHowâs that?â
âSo nice,â you groan, getting used to the feeling. He fucks you on his fingers, slow and careful, intent on stretching you out until youâre comfortable. You whimper and whine, feeling embarrassed at how vocal youâre being, but Spencer is kissing your breasts without a care in the world, and then youâre thinking about letting him know that you do feel good. Your next gasp is less ashamed, as Spencer coaxes a second finger in.
Youâre panting as Spencer fucks you on his fingers, the repeated motion only working you up even more. The squelch from his fingers fucking you is obscene, and his eyes are wide as he looks at you. âYouâre perfect,â he whispers.Â
âFuck me, Spence,â you say.Â
Spencer bites his lip as he sits up and settles between your legs. Heâs tugging at his cock as he lines himself up with your entrance. He slides his length along your folds, wet with your slick, and you groan at the friction. You grunt, wanting more, âCome on, Spence.âÂ
His hand on your leg, Spencer leans forward so he can press into you, and Spencer is practically folding you in half so he can fuck you. You moan at his thickness deep inside of you, filling you up, and the stretch is so undeniably amazing. Spencerâs length drags against your walls, such a delicious sensation deep in your bones, and you sob a little.
âDoes that feel good?â Spencer asks softly, his voice tender.Â
âSo good, Spence,â you gasp. Spencer kisses your cheek, down your neck, and waits patiently for you to give him the go-ahead.
You feel his cock twitching inside of your heat, both your fantasies unable to live up to the real thing. Confident, cocky Spencer in your dreams is just that â a dream. The Spencer right in front of you is perfect, more perfect than what youâve dreamed: shy but so attentive and sweet. He takes such good care of you. It makes you lose your mind a little bit.
âFuck me,â you insist, and Spencer puts his hands on your hips as he starts to move. He fucks you deep, just the way you need him, and you cry out as he digs into your soft flesh, holding you tight so he can fuck you hard. The way Spencer pounds into you has your whole body trembling, pleasure coursing through you like electricity, till your mouth has fallen open and your toes are curling.Â
âYouâre so much better than I imagined,â Spencer groans, eyes squeezed shut as he puts all his energy into railing you. âCanât believe this is real.â
You clench around him just to hear him moan, and youâre proud of yourself when his hips stutter and a groan rips through his throat in his pleasure. He glares at you. You grin, as Spencer keeps fucking you.
âWhat- Oh, fuckâ What did you imagine? With me?â You gasp, as Spencer rolls his hips in a particularly deep thrust.
Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, before looking down at you, like heâs really contemplating if he should say this. âIâ I pictured bending you over the interrogation table. Fucking you, making you scream my name, taking you right there, Iââ
You moan as Spencer hits that perfect spot inside of you, your legs trembling as you gasp, âIâ Why did we have the same fucking fantasy? Fuckââ
âWhat? You thought of me that way too?â Spencer sounds incredulous, like he canât imagine you thinking of him that wayâ As if he isnât drilling you into the hotel bed right now.
âFuck, Spencerâ Oh, my Godâ Yeah, Iâ You had me pinned down on the table, and you were fucking me in the interrogation room, in front of all of themââ
âGod, youâre perfect,â Spencer grunts, burying his head in your shoulder as he uses the leverage to fuck you deeper, harder, faster. You canât stop moaning Spencerâs name, simply too overwhelmed with the pleasure heâs giving you, the way heâs fucking you into the mattress. This is all youâve ever wanted. Spencer fucking you like a madman, giving you all the pleasure you need but still being greedy enough to take and take and take.Â
âPlease! Spencer, youâ Iâm gonna cum, I canâtââ You cry, sobs wracking their way from your throat, so loud but you canât be bothered to keep yourself quiet. Spencer groans your name, a sweet, sultry sound, and you feel like youâre going to lose your mind.Â
âCum for me,â Spencer hums. âYouâre so perfect, and youâre laid out like this all for me. Youâre so fucking hot. Show me how good I make you feel.â
Youâre sobbing as your orgasm hits you, overwhelmed by Spencerâs filthy words and his filthier actions, so intense as he fucks you into next week. Itâs too good, and you lose yourself much sooner than you expect. Your pussy clenches tight around Spencer with your orgasm, sending him over the edge as he fills you up, cock twitching as he cums inside of you.
He collapses on top of you, his weight comfortable as you both catch your breath. Your mouth feels dry, but you donât care when Spencer is leaning over to kiss you again. It feels so right, this wild feeling you only thought existed in your dreams.
The next morning when the team is gathered in the hotel lobby to head to the hangar to fly back to Quantico, Emily gives you a pointed look, and Rossi is clapping Spencer on the back with a knowing grin. You apologise sheepishly, while Spencer grows red, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the team. He only meets your eyes, and the two of you share a smile. You can tell neither of you want this to end here. Maybe youâll talk about it when you get back home.Â
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