Spencer Reid Imagines {ON HOLD}

night of romance (smut)

Description: hanging out at Penelope's with the girls is never PG, but one night when you get very drunk they ask you some very intimate questions
Warning: smut
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"Oh my god Emily!"
"It's called 'sin to win' for a reason guys."
"Yeah but a casino bathroom? Really?" You and the other girls laughed at JJ's shocked expression. You had all decided that getting drunk was the best idea, and a game of questions had quickly turned non-family friendly. When Penelope had asked Emily what the most interesting place she'd ever had sex was, she'd explained exactly what her 'sin to win' weekend really was.
"Come on, you haven't had sex anywhere adventurous?"
"The most 'adventurous' thing me and Will have ever done was in a car. Not very romantic might I add." She took a sip of her wine and Emily looked at you.
"What about you, Y/N? Have you and Spencer ever done anything adventurous?" You shook your head.
"I am not discussing our sex life with you guys."
"Come on! Nothing will even leave this room." Penelope practically begged you to tell the story.
"Yes it will! I know it will. It always does some way or another."
"Pleaseeeee? Tell us!" After a few more sips of wine and agitation over the nagging, you finally gave in.
"Fine! Yes, we have." They all gasped.
"Really? Where?" You rolled your eyes.
"By the river under the stars."
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You took in the beautiful scenery around you, the tall flowers and running water of the river giving you a sense of calm. The entire clearing was surrounded by lush trees which made you feel like you and Spencer were in your own personal bubble. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you sat on the picnic blanket, watching as the sun disappeared and the first stars started to peek out from the black blanket of sky.
"This really is beautiful, Spence." His hand tangled with yours, playing with the various rings you wore on your hand as accessories.
"I know you like to be outside with nature, so I figured a picnic by the river at sunset for our anniversary would be the best option." He looked down at you and you looked up at him.
"It's the perfect option." You pressed a light kiss against his lips. As the sunlight slowly disappeared, you ate the food Spencer had packed. Pretty soon the entire world around you was dark, with light from the full moon and the lightning bugs flying around lighting your way. Your head was on his shoulder again as his hand made patterns on your bare thigh. You started to plant wet and sloppy kisses against his neck, to which he moved his head to the side in response. His hand crept further up your thigh and under your dress.

You trailed kisses up his jawline and to the corner of his mouth, planting kisses against his lips. He turned his head and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his hand resting on the side of your face. The kiss quickly turned heated, eventually ending up with you under Spencer's body on the picnic blanket.
He kissed down your neck and chest, his hands running up your legs under your short yellow sundress. You let out a moan as he bit down on a sensitive spot on your neck, his hands beginning to rub soft circles on the inside of your thighs. As his lips moved against your warm skin his right hand moved to the zipper on the side of your dress, pulling it down slowly. He moved away from you as he began to unbutton his own shirt, you pulling the straps of your dress off your shoulders to showcase the white lace bra you were wearing underneath. Once Spencer's shirt was off his lips connected to your chest again, placing slow and soft kisses against your chest. He kissed along your bra line, reaching behind and softly lifting your back off the ground so you were chest to chest. He kissed you softly, his hands undoing the clasp on your bra.

"You look so beautiful." His voice was soft and filled you with butterflies, your hand running through his hair as he smiled down at you. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He kissed you softly again, letting the soft fabric of your bra fall onto the picnic blanket. He laid you back down, kissing down your chest, over your breasts, and down onto your stomach. His hands pulled the fabric of your dress the rest of the way off your legs. He kissed from your ankles up to your inner thigh, leaving sloppy wet kisses against your skin. His hand ghosted over the thin fabric of your panties, already soaked with your arousal. He ran his hand over your clothed core, which made you shudder. When he saw you jolt he did it again, earning a light moan from you. He pulled off the thin fabric, the crisp night air nipping at your bare skin. He pressed a kiss dangerously close to your entrance.

You gasped when his lips connected to your clit, moving slowly and teasingly as moans and breathless gasps dripped from your mouth and filled the air. One hand tangled in his hair while the other gripped the grass. Your legs started to shake ever so slightly as he picked up his pace, moans coming at a quicker pace as he pushed one finger inside. He moved it in and out, curling it in a come here motion inside of you. He added another, making your breathing heavy, stuttered words and curses leaving your mouth as a warm breeze blew through the air.

He picked up as fast as he could go, your clenching around his fingers signaling you were close to your release. You felt that knot form in your stomach, releasing it with loud moans and gasps of his name. He retracted his hands from you and licked his fingers clean, hovering over you and kissing you as you caught your breath.
You helped him undo his belt buckle, pulling it off and setting it aside on the blanket next to your discarded dress. You helped him pull his pants and boxers down and off his legs, pulling him back down to you and kissing his lips softly. He grabbed your hand as he pushed into you, slowly and softly, your mouth opening into an O shape as he let out a groan. His tempo was soft, slow, and intimate, hitting you in just the right spots. A collection of both of your moans and groans filled the dark night air, your head tipping back as he slowly picked up the pace. He whispered in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, how good you felt. His groans resonated in your ear and sent a shockwave down to your core with each one, more and more sputtering out of his lips with each passing second. His hands gripped yours and pinned them down above your head as his pace picked up to a fast one. You wrapped your legs around his waist for a better angle, every thrust hitting your g-spot. You clenched around him as you came undone, muttering out his name. His thrust became sloppy and he released soon after you, pulling out and rolling onto his back next to you. You rolled over and laid your head on his chest, staring up at him. He pressed his lips against yours, both of you laying under the stars with the sound of rushing water through your ears.
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"No way!" Emily chuckled as the rest of the girls' jaws had dropped. After a lot of pushing and much more alcohol, they'd gotten you to spill the details of your most romantic night together. "Our little Spencer did that?"
"Contrary to your popular belief, he is not as innocent as you want to think." They all gasped and you laugh.
"Damn. I wish Will would come up with something that for one of our dates."
"You are one lucky bitch."
"That I am."