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

Let Go

Warnings: Smut! Alluding to sexual assault, discussions surrounding sex and submission, discussions surrounding pegging (no pegging in this chapter but I promise it's coming!), D/s dynamic (sub Spencer!), praise kink, hand job, restricted movement, overstimulation, edging, aftercare :)

It was quiet for a long time, the post-sex endorphins running through your head while you allowed your muscles to stay relaxed against Spencer's chest. He ran his hands up and down your back, letting his thumbs massage the tired sides of your back while he steadied his own breathing. He rubbed his chin on your head a little bit comfortingly and paid attention to your slowing pulse beating hard against his chest.

You must have stayed like that for fifteen minutes before you felt strong enough to move your head, lifting it from its position bent under his chin in order to look at him. You thought you were strong enough to keep your head suspended over his, but it felt too heavy so you opted to rest it on Spencer's forehead, opening your eyes to see him looking up at you like there were galaxies trapped between your irises.

He let his nose rub against yours before speaking, watching as you fluttered your eyes closed in relaxation.

"Hi, are you doing okay?" he asked quietly, his breathing steady enough for him to sound composed when he talked. You drew in a contemplative inhale before you spoke, you really hadn't been thinking too much before he spoke, letting your mind relax while your body recovered.

"Yeah I'm okay, are you?" you wanted to confirm that he was okay with what you two had just done as well.

"Yeah, I feel good. Is there anything I did that you weren't okay with or don't want me to do again?" he asked thoughtfully, and you briefly thanked all the deities you could think of for allowing you to meet the man underneath you.

"No, all of that was really great." you paused for a moment. "Thank you so much Spencer, I love you." You added, feeling yourself choke on the words as they exited your mouth, he pulled his hands around you tighter in reaction, pressing a small kiss on your nose.

"I love you too. So much" he affirmed. "Can I lift you up so we can shower? Are you comfortable with that?" you nodded against his head and you felt him whisper a small response to your nod before bringing one hand to the back of your head and one to wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as he sat up and you moved your legs to straddle him so you could keep leaning against his upright chest.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder, his hand on the back of your head sliding down your back to join his other hand as he gripped your hips before turning on the bed and standing up, carrying you with him.

He talked over to his bathroom that was attached to his room, nudging the door open with his foot a little bit and revealing it to be dark, lit softly with a small plug-in light on the corner of the sink. Spencer bent down to place you on the sink, removing his hands from around your waist and running them through your hair as he pulled your torsos apart. You stared back at him with a dazed expression, smiling lazily at him.

He walked a few steps away as you leaned back against the tile above his bathroom sink, watching him with half hooded eyes while he turned on the water to his bath, reaching to pull the lever that would cause the water to run out of the shower instead, but turning around to look at you for a few moments before stopping his hand in its track and smiling, opting to leave it as a bath instead.

He dried his hand on a towel and walked back over to you, leaving you on the counter but bringing his arms around you again because he missed the feeling of your body against his. He moved you both back and forth a few times, feeling your soft breathing against his bare chest and enjoying the feeling of your relaxed body on his.