The Story That Didn't Want To Be Written | Spencer Reid x Reader

Stars In His Eyes

Warnings: Aftercare, sub drop, descriptions of a situation surrounding sexual assault 

TW: This chapter contains descriptions of a situation from the past of one of the characters (NOT Y/N) surrounding sexual assault. The character is a victim of a past male romantic partner. There are no descriptions of the actual assault, but there is extensive detail about how it is affecting the character now. They do receive comfort (and aftercare, although there isn't any smut in this chapter, it is aftercare from events that happened last chapter) after talking about their experience.  This could potentially be very triggering, so please do not feel obligated to read this if you aren't comfortable. Please stay safe my loves. 

You both laid there for quite some time before you felt enough strength to get up. You knew Spencer was absolutely spent from what just happened because his breathing was still erratic and his muscles were jumping randomly- you were sure that must have been really intense for him.

You put one hand behind his head, which was resting on your shoulder and one around his waist. You gently started to roll over from under him, making him roll as well to be underneath you- his dick was still inside you and as soon as you rolled him over you heard him apologizing and trying to move before you grabbed his hips so he would stop moving as you shushed him.

"Hey Spence, I need to get up to pee but I need you to stay here right now okay? I'll be right back you're okay" You saw him nod but he was really out of it- you knew he wasn't fully with you so you didn't want him moving or trying to shower or perform aftercare or anything, so you shifted your hips so he would slide out of you, holding his hips as you did because you knew the overstimulation was going to be a lot.

You were right, the feeling made him hiss and buck involuntarily, you held his hips down do you could get out fast but still not move harshly against him with how sensitive he was. He relaxed once he was out of you, keeping his eyes closed as you muttered a sincere "I'm sorry" for the feeling and ran a hand down his cheek, kissing his forehead before whispering in his ear as you shifted off the bed toward the bathroom.

"I'll be right back okay? Don't move, I'll be fast." he nodded but you doubted he fully registered what you were saying.

You hopped off the bed, your knees wobbly as you walked to your bathroom, but you managed. You made sure to only turn on one light over the bathtub because your bathroom was connected to your room and you didn't want the sudden brightness to spook Spencer.

You peed wiping up the complete mess that he had left for you to clean up, and then leaned over the tub to start running some warm water, letting it have a few moments to heat up before putting the stopper down. You stood up and grabbed two washcloths, setting them down on the counter, as you turned on your bathroom sink to the hottest setting, giving it a minute before you could see the steam coming off of the water, running one washcloth under the water and doing your best not to splash the water on yourself too much so you wouldn't burn yourself. Once it was soaked, you turned the water off and wrung it out, leaving it slightly damp and bringing it and the dry one with you as you exited the bathroom after turning off the bath water.

You saw him still laying in the exact position you left him in, his eyes were closed and he was breathing hard still, but he was also breathing more rhythmically and that made you feel a lot better.

"Hey Spence" You called quietly before you got to the bed, not wanting to spook him in case he was asleep. You walked toward the bed and kneeled on it, seeing him turn his head in your direction to acknowledge that he heard you were there, you could see a smile on his face, but you knew he was still only half-conscious. His eyes stayed closed.