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

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Warnings: D/s dynamic, restricted movement, watching (you'll see, trust me on this one), PRAISE KINK, breeding kink, brief doctor kink, fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, brief sub drop, aftercare. :) 

^^^ haha if there are any other kinks you lovelies want me to include, let me know, I feel like I'm going for some sort of record at this point. 

It was still dark outside when your eyes opened a little.

You had turned over at some point during the night, because your back was pressed against Spencer's chest now, and his face was buried in your hair.

He was awake, you could tell by the way his breathing wasn't as slow as it was when he was sleeping, and how his hand was moving ever so slightly to rub up and down your still bare stomach.

He felt you take a deep breath, shifting just a little so your abdominal and thigh muscles could stretch out a little, shaking out the sleep as you came to.

"I'm sorry- did I wake you?" Spencer said in his low, grumbly morning voice you loved hearing so much. He sounded genuinely apologetic- and when you looked at the clock you understood why.

4:15am

Fuck, that was early. Maybe not especially early on a day you had work, but on a day like today, after Hotch had given you the weekend off- it was far too early.

"You didn't" you replied, still very sleepy. "But Spence, why are you awake right now. Are you okay?" you asked, suddenly remembering what you two had done only a few hours ago and worrying he might be dropping but didn't want to wake you up.

You rolled back over so your chest would be facing his, taking in his state as soon as you turned your head and settled to be laying facing him.

Your eyes had adjusted a little to the dark, and the DC streetlights helped illuminate the room a little so you could see his face.

Big, brown eyes with wide blown pupils due to the absence of light. Fluffy, short hair that was a little wavy as it cascaded down his forehead to rest right above his eyebrows. And lastly, his bare torso, which was uncovered. He left his bare arm hanging loosely on your hip, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You saw no sign of remorse, sadness, or guilt in his eyes- your fears flowing out of your head just as quickly as the tide of your thoughts had brought them rushing in.

You were pressed up against Spencer, your chests touching. You watched as he looked at you lovingly, his eyes running all over your face and taking in a girl he felt so lucky to be laying next to.

You stayed unmoving for a little bit before he answered your question.

"I'm good. My sleep cycle ended about five minutes ago so I woke up naturally- but instead of going back to sleep, I opened my eyes to check on you, but I couldn't make myself stop looking at you, so I left them open." he said sweetly, heat rising behind his cheeks as the all true confession that he just truly had wanted to admire you.

It was something both of you found yourself doing a lot- watching each other sleep. Not in a creepy way- more like an intimate appreciation of the trust you two shared between each other.

You trusted the whole team with your life- it wasn't like you hadn't trusted Spencer greatly before you two had started whatever this was between you- but being with him now in the capacities you allowed him to explore with you, somehow felt so much more vulnerable.

You leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead, bringing a hand to his chest as you did and pressing up against him even more tightly than you had before. His hand on the small of your back pulled you closer to him too, his other hand reaching up to cup the side of your face as he kissed you.