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

Safe

Warnings: SMUT! Safe word, mention of sexual assault, praise kink, fingering, penetrative sex.

He was standing behind you, his hips pressed against your lower back, his erection tenting his pants significantly and pressing against your spine, begging to be released. His hands were wrapped around your torso lightly, but not nearly right enough for you to feel like you were trapped. His head was buried in your neck as he littered your collar bone with passionate kisses from behind, grinding rhythmically against the top of the curve of your ass. You felt him reach up to grasp the side of your torso a little higher, allowing his middle finger to apply a little pressure as he brushed against your nipple, not moving it again until he heard you moan quietly as the stimulation before he began circling it with his finger.

You felt him suppress a jerk of his hips a little when you arched your back in reaction to the stimulation on your nipple and pushed your hips back to rub perfectly against his tip through his thin pajama pants. He sucked a little harder in your collarbone in reaction and allowed two of his fingers to roll your nipple in between them. He shifted a little to bring his mouth right next to your ear, speaking lowly but still sincerely as he checked in.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, we can stop now if you're at all unsure." he asked, stopping his hands from moving around your body anymore.

"Yes" you breathed out, lust infecting your words so almost everything sounded like a moan. He retracted his hands from your body before using your shoulders to turn you around slowly so he could look you in the eye, bringing one finger to curl under your chin and bring your head to tilt upward so you would look right at him.

"Promise me you'll tell me if you get uncomfortable or the minute you want me to stop anything I'm doing." he requested, you smiled at his compassion and felt his thumb stroking your chin lightly.

"I promise" You affirmed, seeing him smile sweetly at you before taking your hand and pulling you toward his bedroom down the hall, scanning your face and seeing only lust and excitement as you left the living room in favor of a more intimate space to share with the man in front of you, holding your hand and allowing you all the space and patience in the world.

When you entered his bedroom, you heard him shift behind you so he could shut the door. You looked around and saw that he had set up a little lamp that provided a little bit of warm lighting but allowed the space immediately around Spencer's bed to remain mostly darkened. There was a soft blanket draped over his bed and you noticed that everything red- even a red tie that had been hanging on the back of his closet door earlier that day- had been removed from the room.

You enjoyed how much it smelled like him before realizing he must have sprayed a little bit of his cologne around- not much, just a spray or two to fill the room- because he knew you liked how it smelled like old books, wood, and vanilla. You leaned your head back against him, since he was still behind you in order to give you the time to take in your surroundings and settle into the space mentally before actually getting to anything sexual.

"Are you comfortable" he asked after he had noticed your breathing slow to a relaxed rate. "Yeah" you replied back, rubbing the back of your head against you chest before twisting your neck around so you could look at his eyes, you leaned up for a kiss and he leaned down to meet your lips, the kiss was slow and said so many more words than you could've in the moment. He broke it after a few moments, bringing a hand around to the front of you to run through your hair starting at the top of your forehead and scratching his nails along your scalp until he got to the crown of your head, repeating the action as he spoke.

"How anxious do you honestly feel right now?" he asked tentatively, trying his best to keep the environment devoid of unnecessary stimulation so it would feel calm.