Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Your Beautiful Heartbeat

Title: Your Beautiful Heartbeat

Word Count: 1200

Summary: The reader puts herself in danger for Spencer, getting injured in the process. He isn't particularly happy about that. (Smutty smut smut.)

Rating: M

Requested: Nope.

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     "Okay, Miss Y/L/N, it appears you're free to go." The overly-perky nurse tells you. You force a smile.

     "Thank you." You say, holding your bandaged hand awkwardly. The hospital gown you're currently rocking crinkles as you slide off the examination table. "I'll just get dressed and meet you at the front desk, yes?"

     She apparently has a bit more brain matter than you'd originally thought, because she accepts her dismissal graciously and leaves the room, locking the door behind her. Alone, you let out a sigh and begin the slow process of dressing yourself with one hand.

     A knife to the hand from an angry UnSub could really put a damper on your normally cheerful mood. You didn't regret it, though. You had done it to save the life of your boyfriend and colleague, Spencer Reid. The scary part was that the knife had also hit your wrist, cutting open a vein and causing you to lose a lot of blood. You'd passed out and woken up in the hospital with an IV in your arm and the team standing around you. Just one person was missing...

     Spencer.

According to JJ, he had stayed by your bedside until you woke up. Then he left. You knew he was angry at you for putting yourself in danger for him, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. He was alive, and that's what mattered. He could be mad at you for as long as he wanted; you weren't going to apologize for saving his life.

    Finally dressed, you grabbed your bag and exited the room, heading to the front desk so you could be officially free and clear. After a rigorous check-out process, you finally exited the sterilized building into the antiseptic-free air. You trek through the parking area until you find your car- thankfully, you could still hold the steering wheel with your injured hand. It would have sucked to take the bus home.

     Thanking the stars for the fact that the last case was local, you pull into your apartment complex's parking lot. Hurrying from the chilly air and into the warmth of the lobby, you lug your bag behind you tiredly. One elevator ride later, you are finally at your apartment.

Extracting your keys from your pocket is a bit of a struggle. You drop your bag in the process. Once the door is finally unlocked, you push it open gently, pick up your bag, and stroll inside.

You are greeted by the sight of Spencer, sprawled out on the couch, a book in his hand. His slightly long brown hair hangs in front of his dark eyes, which, at the sound of the door, look up and fix on you. The expression on his handsome face is unreadable.

"Spence, I..." You begin.

"You what, Y/N?" He asks lowly.

"I understand why you're upset. I do. If the shoe were on the other foot, I'd probably feel the same way. But I'm not going to apologize. If I hadn't done what I did, you'd be-"

"Dammit, Y/N," he grits out, cutting you off. "Can't you understand that your life is worth more to me than mine?"

"Spence..." you breathe, disbelieving. This amazing genius of a man really values your life over his own?

"Dammit," he says again. That's all he gets out, though, because by that point you've flung yourself at him in a bruising kiss.

He immediately cups your face and kisses you back roughly, desperately, and you place you hands on his chest to steady yourself. Your injured one twinges a bit, but it's easy to ignore with what Spencer is doing with his lips. You bite back a moan as he pushes you against the closed door, apply more pressure to his frenzied kisses.

His lips move to your jawline and then down the column of your neck. leaving a trail of love bites. You sigh, carding the fingers of your good hand through his hair, catching in tangles and making him groan. He presses his lips to your pulse point, feeling its steady thump-thump. He needs to feel it, to know you're alive and safe and with him, not dead like he feared you to be.

His hands move over your hips, your waist, your chest, reverent movements contrasting with his rough kisses. You were getting drunk on the feel of him, letting out little moans of appreciation.

Without warning, he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist while he moves his kisses back up to your swollen lips. You can feel him walking, presumably to your shared bedroom.

He sets you down on the bed gently, not wanting you to land oddly or cushion yourself with your injured hand. He stands straight again, beginning to remove his tie and button down to reveal his toned chest. You try to mirror him and remove your own shirt, but only being able to use one hand makes it difficult. Seeing this, he takes pity on you and helps you undress, still wordless.

When both of you are sufficiently unclothed, he lies down on the bed with you, bracing himself overtop of you with his forearms. His kisses are still frenzied, but somehow deeper, more thorough. You let out another moan, and watch as he pull back from you, eyes dark and pupils dilated with lust. The hold a wordless question.

You nod.

Spencer grabs your hips and lines his hard cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly so as not to hurt you. You moan yet again at the sensation, throwing your head back against the pillows. Your good hand clenches in the sheets, while the other lightly caresses Spencer's face, his shoulders, his back, everywhere you can reach.

He sets a fast pace almost immediately, his desperation apparent. His lips are at your pulse point again sucking and biting. You're sure that there are tons of hickeys but you can't bring yourself to care.

"Spencer!" You whimper as he strikes your sweet spot over and over. In answer, he trails kisses down further to you nipples, which he kisses and sucks at reverently. "Oh! Oh, Spencer!"

You can feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Your moans are coming more frequently, as are Spencer's. His pace is becoming erratic, and you can tell that he, too, is close.

Suddenly, all at once, your climax hits you like a freight train. You cry out, clenching around Spence while you ride out your high, which sets him off as well. He groans low and bites your shoulder as he comes, shooting his seed deep inside of you.

Moments later, the two of you lay side by side, panting.

"Was that- was it okay that I did that?" Spence asks, sounding nervous.

"Yes, Spencer. It definitely was." You giggle. "Really, though. I'm sorry I worried you."

"And I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. You saved my life, I should at least show some gratitude."

"Why, Spencer," you say with a smirk. "I believe you already have."