Dr. Spencer Reid Imagines

White T-Shirt

(WARNING: This chapter is basically all kinky sex. Proceed at your own liking)

You lived with your brother Derek Morgan and his friend Spencer Reid. Derek was away for the weekend, looking at houses with his girlfriend. So that left you and Spencer at the apartment. You had just gotten home from work and all you wanted to do was wash your face. Long shifts at the bar killed you and you felt gross after. 

You were just trying to wash your face. That was all you wanted. Of course nothing could ever just go right. Instead, when you turned the water on it sprayed all over you and your shirt. 

"Fuck!" You yelled, pushing back at the force of the water so that you were able to turn the sink off. You heard footsteps and a minute later the bathroom door flung open and Spencer was there. He began laughing, but stepped in to try to intervene. 

After a few more seconds the water was off.

"Ya know, I really don't think that was funny." You huffed. Spencer didn't answer however so you looked up and saw where his eyes were at. You had forgotten that you were in a white t-shirt and you had taken your bra off before you came to the bathroom.

"Spencer Reid. My eyes are not down there." You joked. Spencer was now flicking his tongue across his bottom lip, still staring at your breasts. 

"Spencer!" You yelled, snapping in his face. 

"What?!" He yelled back, averting his attention to your face. "It's not my fault you have nice tits." He grumbled. You felt heat rush to your cheeks. Your arms flew up over your chest, blocking it from Spencer's line of sight. You pushed past Spencer, trying to exit the bathroom. Before you could get out of the bathroom Spencer had grabbed your arm and spun you towards him. He pushed your arms down.

"Oh come on Morgan, those are nothing to be ashamed of." He teased, his eyes dropping back down to your chest. 

"Spencer stop. Derek would kill you if he knew about this." You reasoned. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you had never fanaticized about this exact scenario but now that it was happening you didn't know what to do. You were VERY attracted to Spencer but your brother would kill you both. 

"Derek isn't here. And if you really say that you don't want this prove it to me." He argued back.

"Prove it to you?" You questioned. You figured out what he was talking about, right after the words left your mouth his mouth was on your neck. You bit you lip, trying to suppress a moan. Your unsteady breathing gave away just how badly you wanted Spencer. 

What would be the harm in it? You're just doing each other a favor. You knew that both of you were very sexually frustrated so honestly what could go wrong? 

"S-Spencer." You groaned. Spencer kissed his way to your ear.

"My name sounds so good when you moan it." He growled before biting your ear. You were a hot mess at this point. You half expected yourself to just jump on his dick right there. 

"Let me take care of you princess." Spencer whispered in your neck. You didn't have to think anymore about it. He was right, Derek wasn't home and you and Spencer were both adults with needs. If he found out you could just reason that it was better with Spencer than with someone random. 

You grabbed Spencer, tugging him into your room. You couldn't help but notice the smug ass smirk that was on his face. Once you were in your room, you shut and locked your door. Not even 10 seconds after that Spencer had you pinned to the door, his lips on yours. You kissed back hungrily. Spencer's hands ran down your back to the bottom of your shirt.