Spencer x reader
“Kinda gathered that Pen. When you started hounding Reid to play strip poker it kinda gave the game away,” you laughed at your best friend, trying to push her into the back of the cab Reid had hailed.
“I don’t know where my keys are… I’s losted em.”
“Yep,” you fastened her seat belt. “That’s why you’re staying in my spare room remember sweetie.”
The cabbie turned around, “If she vomits, there’s a $100 soiling charge.”
You nodded waving a plastic bag at him, you had it covered. You and Spencer climbed in on either side of your wasted colleague. You lived in the same direction so he was gonna help you get her to yours and carry on home in the same cab.
The driver set off, Garcia rambling incoherently before passing out on your shoulder.
“How is it that it’s Morgans fault she’s this pissed, but we get stuck making sure she gets home safely,” you looked over at your friend.
“Because Morgans’s the only one that can handle Rossi when he’s wasted. I think we got the easy end of the deal,” he laughed back at you. “She’s drooling on your shoulder by the way.”
“Yep, I can feel it,” you grimaced.
The taxi pulled up outside your house ten minutes later, you shaking Garcia awake.
“No, no no, sleep,” she mumbled as you fiddled with her seat belt and climbed out of the taxi, tugging her with you. She wouldn’t budge.
“Spence….. I think you’re gonna need to come in with us, I’m not gonna be able to get her up the stairs by myself. I’ll call you another cab later or your can crash on the couch.”
He shrugged, paying the driver and hopping out of the other side.
Between the two of you, you managed to drag Penelope inside and push her up the stairs to your spare room.
“Spencer! You’re soooo pretty Spencer. Our little boy genius,” she kept grabbing at his tie much to his amusement as you unbuckled her heels and pulled down the cover to the bed.
“You just need to loosen up a little…. ” she’d managed to completely unravel his tie now it hanging loose at the sides of his neck. “Y/N you think he’s pretty don’t you. She’s told me….. ”
“Sleep Garcia,” you covered her up, placing a glass of water and some advil on the bedside table. She started snoring before you’d even closed the door, and you led Spencer down your stairs to your kitchen.
He went to call a cab, coming back in a few minutes later. “There’s an hours wait, can I just crash here?” he’d rolled his sleeves back up. They’d come loose in his tussle with Penelope.
“Sure thing. Beer?” you pulled two out of the fridge ready. “I’m not quite ready for sleep yet.”
He took one off you taking a long drink as you leant back against your kitchen counter watching him.
Penelope was right, he really was pretty.
“What?” he clocked you watching him, licking the residue of his beer off his lips.
“Nothing, I was just thinking that I agree with Pen. You are definitely pretty Spence. Pretty hot.” Smooth Y/N, smooth…
His eyebrows shot up in suprise, “What?”
You shrugged, “You’re hot Reid.”
“You think that I’m hot?” Disbelief clouded his voice.
You moved closer to him, taking the beer bottle of his hand and placing it on the counter besides him.
“Yep,” you popped the p. “Especially now, slightly dishevelled, tie hanging loose.”
“Erm, I kinda think you’re pretty too,” he blushed slightly, biting his bottom lip.
It was the lip bite that did it and you reached out grabbing the loose ends of his tie.
“Good, it makes this so much easier,” you tugged hard on the tie ends pulling him towards you, his lips coming down to meet yours.
His mouth crashed onto yours, his hands moving straight to your waist and gripping firmly. You started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt making quick work of opening them.
Tilting your head to the side you flicked your tongue out, dragging it across his lip and feeling them part, his own tongue coming out to meet yours hungrily. Fuck, the boy was a good kisser.
Pressing his body against yours he started walking you backwards until your felt the edge of your kitchen island jabbing into your back. His hands moved to bottom of your top, pushing it up and over your head, your lips breaking contact so you could pull it off.
He stared at you hungrily, taking in the curve of your breasts. Tugging on his tie again you pulled him back down, him hesitating before pressing his lips to yours again, “Are you drunk Y/N?”
“Not in the slightest Spence. We don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to.” Giving him the chance to bow out now.
“No, I do want to. I like you, a lot. I just…. Didn’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”
“I like you too Spencer, have done for a while. Now can you just kiss me again please,” you yanked on the tie now, seeing a grin appear on his face before his lips pressed against yours again, moving faster now.
His hands started roaming up and down your torso, grasping at your skin and making you gasp when his palms skimmed over the cups of your bra. He moved his hands up to your shoulders, pushing down the straps. Your hands found his belt buckle, fumbling with it and then popping open his button and zipper.
Moving his hands to your butt, he crouched slightly picking you up and placing you on your worktop, pushing your skirt up as he went. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him tightly to you, feeling him hard against you.
Reaching his hand between your legs he began massaging over the fabric of your panties, the friction making you cry out. Moving from your mouth he started kissing a wet trail down your neck to your breasts pushing down the cups of your bra as he went. Your hands moved to his hair, tangling in his messy curls as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you feeling it harden instantly as his tongue flicked out against it.
“Fuck Spencer….. ” You moaned as his hand moved faster between your thighs, pushing your underwear to one side so he could caress you, feeling how wet you were. You didn’t want to wait any longer, you needing him now. You untangled your hands from his hair moving them down to his pants and shoving them open and down, hearing his buckle clink on the floor. Gripping his erection you positioned him at your entrance, sliding as close to the edge of your counter as your dared without risking falling off.
He kissed back up to your mouth, before pushing himself into you, a groan leaving his throat as you tightened around him.
“So….. So good Y/N,” your legs locked around his waist he began thrusting, filling you deeper with each move. You gripped the sides of your counter to stop from coming off as his pace increased, his hand slipping back between you to massage and rub at your clit, the sensitive nub already throbbing.
Kissing and licking his neck you stifled your moans as his fingers increased their rubbing, driving you crazy.
“I’m close Y/N, this is too good,” he rasped out, his other hand digging into the curve of your ass.
“Mmmmm I know, just a bit…… Oh fuck.” You’d been about to say harder when he hit your sweet spot deep inside, making you bite down on his shoulder.
A few more thrusts and you felt yourself going light headed, that familiar heat rushing through you. “Spencer, I’m gonna….. Ah…ah, fuck.”
The contractions from your orgasm sent him over the edge too and a few hard, fast pumps later and he moaned the same, long low “fuuuck” as he came.
You held each other panting, your legs loosening their grip on him.
“Wow,” he whispered into your neck.
“I know,” you chuckled back.
“Guys…. Are you done? Can I get another drink now?” You heard a voice from the other side of your kitchen door, you both pulling apart quickly.
“Shit!” You both exclaimed grabbing at your clothes, Garcia pushing the door open seconds later a dirty smirk on her face.
“The kitchen counter….. Nice work genius!”