Neighbors (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Thirty Nine

Spencer looked at Y/N. She was beautiful. Seeing her here, in her entirety, he was glad he had an eidetic memory. "Spencer?" He smiled. "You're so beautiful." Y/N blushed. "Are- Are you going to fuck me or not?" She teased. A wave of calm washed over Spencer. This was it. He could show her what she meant to him. Of course love wasn't all about physical, but he knew sex played a part in it, at least sometimes. He gently pushed his tip in, watching his partner's reactions to make sure she was comfortable. Every couple of seconds he would slide further in.

"You feel so good," he said softly. Y/N had her head tilted back, eyes closed as she got used to the feeling. He knew that was an important moment in sex- if he rushed, one of them could get hurt. "I'm ready." Spencer started slow, unable to stop himself from letting out soft moans with each thrust. Y/N was just as responsive, grabbing onto him. Her eyes were shut and her head tilted back, but he could see how good she felt every time he moved. He was over her in the bed, so he brushed his lips against her hers.

With each motion he knew he loved her ever more. "I love you," he whispered. "I'm here for you." Thrust. "I'll always protect you." Thrust. "You're my home." Thrust. "I love you." She whimpered responses, urging him to quicken his pace. "You're doing so good," he whispered in her ear as he guided her through an orgasm. Spencer had no idea if what he was doing was really right, though the feeling of his own orgasm creeping up on him said he was.

Spencer increased his pace, going at a speed that helped him. It felt good- he almost stopped because it was all he could do to keep going. His breathing grew more erratic as he continued, his moans echoing through the room. Y/ N dug her nails into him. Eventually, his pace and her body and her nails leaving trails in his back were enough. Spencer let out a loud moan as he came, going limp. He barely caught himself in time before he fell on Y/N. "Sorry," he mumbled with a small laugh. "It's okay," she whispered.

He nodded. His thoughts felt incredibly clear. He realized he needed to take the condom off and dispose of it, so he pulled away and sat up. "Where- where can I put this?" Y/N pointed at a trash can. "You need to go pee," Spencer said as he threw it away. She nodded. "Don't want a UTI," they said in sync, smiling at their timing. Y/N got up and walked to the bathroom.

While she was away, Spencer sat on the side of the bed. He thought about what this meant. They had just had sex. That was his first time. He licked his lips. What would this do to their relationship? They weren't even dating. What if she regretted it? Spencer wouldn't know what to do if she regretted it. That was a terrifying thought. He knew he loved her. "You okay?" Y/N asked softly, sitting beside him. She had a hoodie and shorts on, and was holding a bundle of clothes. "Here. Go get cleaned up." He looked at her, searching her eyes. She didn't look like she regretted anything. "Hey. We can talk after you put pants on. Go."

She kissed his cheek before he went.