When Y/N joins the BAU, she gets along with everyone... Everyone except resident genius Spencer Reid, that is. The tension is obvious, the rest of the team exchange glances behind their arguing backs. Clearly, there's more to this than Reid or Y/L/N...
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a/n : this chapter includes sexually explicit content. you have been warned.
Y/N and Spencer were laying in his bed, her clinging to him like a koala. Her face was in the crook of his neck, their chests against each other as she straddled him. Neither of them spoke and she felt herself starting to doze off the longer they sat in the comfortable silence.
He tapped her hip and she leaned back to look at him.
"Can we just sit together for a while?" He said, not meeting her eyes. His nerves were radiating off of him, and she looked at him questioningly.
"Of course we can... I mean we are, aren't we? Why are you so nervous to ask?"
"Well.. I was gonna ask, if you're okay with it, that is... if we can sit with you around me?"
Her brows furrowed, not quite understanding what he meant. He took note of her confusion, blushing furiously.
"Like, can you keep my cock warm for me?" He mumbled, still not meeting her eyes.
"I, uh, sure, we can? If you want to?" Spencer looked up, slightly surprised.
"We definitely don't have to, I'm not trying to make you feel pressured to just because I want to whatso-"
"Spencer, hush, I said we can. You're not pressuring me to do anything, I promise." She leaned forward, kissing his nose. "But, only if you tell me what Luke said at the restaurant." Spencer groaned.
"He said that 'the princess and her boy went out to eat! What was the special? Cock?'" Y/N stifled a laugh.
"He shouldn't have said that in public, but you have to admit, he's got a point. And that was pretty funny." Spencer shook his head. "But I digress... I'd love to feel you." She spoke softly, sitting up and getting off of him. He smiled, standing and tugging off his jeans as she did the same. She pulled off her underwear and sweater, leaving her in her bra. He took off his boxers, then his shirt. Seeing him naked made her decide to take off her bra. Once he was back on the bed, she was back in his lap.
Y/N kissed his nose, then each of his cheeks, then his lips. He gently pushed into her, filling her up inch by inch. She sighed, laying her head on his chest. He kissed her temple as he bottomed out inside her, the two of them sitting there in pure contentment.
"I enjoy your company," she whispered.
"I enjoy yours, too." He whispered back. She kissed his chest gently. "Also, you feel amazing. Just no moving, alright, princess?"
"So do you, Doctor. And okay." Y/N closed her eyes as she spoke. She was content, just laying there with him filling her up, regardless of whether they were moving or not. After some time, she shifted slightly.
"Sorry, my leg's asleep." She lied smoothly. She was teasing him and it hadn't even been five minutes yet.
"Y-You're okay," Spencer coughed back. "Although I do think I said no moving, pretty girl."
"But my leg," Y/N whined.
"I'll massage it out for you, but no. Moving." He said, bringing her face up to look at him. She nodded slowly as he brought his hand down to her leg, massaging it gently for a few minutes. "There, the pins and needles should've gone away now."
"Thank you, Doctor." She mumbled, trying to plan her next move carefully. Realising she was no longer laying on him, she moved ever so slowly until their chests were against each other again and she gently rocked her hips in the process of getting there.
"Princess, no more moving. I mean it this time."
"Yes, Doctor. I'm sorry; I wanted to lay on you again." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"It's alright, but it happens to be very distracting when you squirm so much."
"That wasn't even squirming!" She protested. "If you want me to distract you by squirming, I can do that, but that was not it."
Spencer raised an eyebrow, looking at Y/N. "I do believe you were squirming there, Y/N, but whatever you say."
With a devilish look in her eye, Y/N moved again, a smirk forming on her lips. "If you really want to see what my definition of squirming is, you'd let me move, Doctor." A pair of hands grabbed onto her waist, holding her in position.
"I said, no moving."
Suddenly, Spencer's lips were on her own, his hands still sitting on her waist. Y/N took this opportunity to wrap her arms around him again, bringing him as close as she could in this position. She felt his arms move, and decided to move her hips again, just to rile him up. A groan slipped from her lips as she continued to move, Spencer staring at her with need in his eyes.
"Now this," Y/N started, panting heavily. "This is squirming."
Spencer moved suddenly, flipping her so she was laying on the bed underneath him. Now that he had the upper hand, he started kissing down her jaw and to her neck, all the while nipping at the skin to leave little marks. Y/N let her back arch, his cock still fully inside of her as he made his way down her body. Slowly but surely Spencer started thrusting, resulting in a quiet moan to fall from Y/N's lips. He felt good, and they both knew it.
His thrusting got faster, as did the pants falling from Y/N's mouth. Their breathing matched in tempo as they both got closer and closer, feeling the release they both needed approaching quickly.
"Cum for me, Spencer."
And he did. Y/N came shortly after, smiling as Spencer slowly pulled out of her, moving so he could flop on the bed to her left. She turned to face him, pushing his hair out of the way so she could look him in the eye.
"That wasn't very nice."
"What wasn't, the squirming or the sex?" Y/N joked, a cheeky tongue poking out from in between her teeth.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes." Spencer started to draw lazy patterns on her bare stomach. "You're bad at following directions."
Y/N smirked. "You're just too sexy, I guess."
"Yeah, okay, anyways let's get you cleaned up." They headed into the bathroom, getting the shower ready and grabbing towels as they stepped under the water. Spencer washed her hair and she leaned into his touch. Y/N pouted, Spencer raising his eyebrows at her.
"Yes, princess?"
"I wanna wash your hair! Sit!!" He gave her a pointed look before sitting down, running his hair under the water. Y/N lathered up her hands before massaging the shampoo into his hair. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, causing her to smile. She gently washed it out before tugging him up again. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him as he turned off the water.
"Time to get out, pretty girl."
They stepped out of the shower, Y/N still wrapped up in Spencer's arms. He used one arm to put towels around their shoulders and walked into the bedroom, grabbing clothes, guiding Y/N by the small of her back as he walked.
Spencer gently pulled a pair of his sweatpants over her legs and a CalTech sweatshirt over her head, then put on his own clothes. They curled up in bed, Spencer pulling Y/N into his front side as he turned on Doctor Who. They were on the fourth doctor in their time of watching it together, which was Spencer's favourite of the old doctors.
Spencer began rambling random facts about Tom Baker, the companions, and anything else he could think of.
"Did you know his scarf wasn't supposed to be that long but the woman making it didn't know she wasn't supposed to use all the yarn she was given, so it ended up as long as it was due to that?" He asked, looking down at her. That's when he noticed her eyes were closed and there were soft snores coming from her. He smiled, kissing the top of her head and continued to watch the show.
