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actually-safer-to-kiss · 4 days ago

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Could I request virgin!spence with reader in the pool? Instead of Lila is reader🙂‍↕️

Uh yess ofc🤭 I don’t write smut but I tried to make it a bit spicy. Hope you still enjoy, and thank you for the request it was fun writing this!!

BYR(b4 you Reid): Makeout sesh, undressing, VERY suggestive, shy/nervous Spencer, fade to black.

Night Swim | Spencer Reid

You wandered through your house, glass of red wine swirling lazily in your hand, the quiet pressing against you in an unfamiliar way.

You were never alone, there was always people around, and always something to do. But tonight was different. Tonight, it was just you and Dr. Reid.

He stood near the wall, his eyes scanning the art you had hanging there, shifting on his feet.

He wasn’t here by choice, he’d been assigned to stay with you, to make sure your stalker didn’t make a surprise appearance.

The unsettling gifts, the cryptic messages, and the murder of those around you had made you a target. You were scared, even if you didn’t want to admit it. But you knew the risks when you chose this life.

The spotlight.

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment, Tall, awkward, attractive. He looked deep in thought, so you slipped away quietly upstairs.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. A pool party, one of the biggest of the season, filled with all the right people in LA. You were supposed to be there. Instead, you were here. The disappointment should’ve hit harder, but it stung a little less knowing that an undeniably handsome, nervous, FBI agent/Doctor was downstairs.

So that gave you the bright idea to slip on your cutest bikini set, throw on a cover-up, and make your way back down, your hips swaying with an effortless rhythm. You rounded the corner, expecting to see him, but he was gone.

You walk toward your backyard door, and there he was.

His brows were furrowed, hands resting on his hips in an attempt to look authoritative, but you could see the uncertainty behind his stare.

“What are you doing?” His voice wavered slightly, betraying his nervousness.

“Going for a swim.” You said nonchalantly as you move toward the glass doors.

He didn’t budge. instead, he shook his head. “You have a stalker. That wouldn’t be a good idea now, would it?”

You smiled at his frustration. “You’re here. You can watch me.” His lips parted, his eyes widening like you short-circuited his brain. Then, he ran a hand over his face, looking stressed beyond relief.

“I’d prefer to watch you inside, not outside where anyone can have easier access.”

“Alright, alright.” You relented, flashing him a soft smile, batting your lashes just a little. His eyes flickered down to your lips before he quickly averted his gaze.

“I-it’s alright.” He mumbled, stepping aside, the second he moved a bit further, you quickly made your way outside.

“No! Y/n!” His panicked voice followed you.

You laughed softly to yourself. Poor guy.

“Seriously, y/n, this isn’t a good idea.” He said stepping after you.

You turned to face him, slipping your cover up off, and letting it fall to the ground. His eyes flickered down your body, and he visibly swallowed.

“I-I could get in trouble for letting you be out here.” He stammered, his voice cracking slightly. “Dr. Reid.” You smirked, stepping closer, your fingers ghosting over his arm. “You need a break. You look really stressed.”

“Yeah, because of you!”

You tilted your head. “You could take a swim in your boxers, I wouldn’t mind.”

His eyes snapped to yours. “What? I’m not swimming.”

“Your loss.” You teased. “It would’ve been fun.”

He didn’t respond, just stared at you like he was trying to figure you out.

You dipped a foot into the pool, testing the water. “It’s cold.” You noted.

He sighed, stepping closer. “Please, let’s just go back inside.” You ignored his plea. Instead, you turned to him, lips curving into a playful smile. “What’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“Your first name, Dr. Reid.”

His jaw tensed for a second before he answered. “Spencer.”

“Well, Spencer.” You purred, taking a seat on the pools edge. “I’ve been with you for hours now, and I can see how much stress your job puts on you. Wouldn’t it be nice to just relax for once? Just for one night?”

He shook his head immediately. “This isn’t a vacation. I’m working a case. I can’t just sit by the pool with you.”

You pouted. “What if I asked nicely?”

He just stared.

Your voice dropped to something softer, more coaxing. “Please, Spencer? I’ll do anything.”

His chest rose and fell sharply, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Still, no response.

“Wow.” You sighed dramatically, standing up. “You really are cold-hearted.”

You walk toward the stairs leading into the pool, feeling his eyes still on you, heavy and conflicted.

“Guess I’ll just go in by myself then.”

“Y/n.” Spencer says firmly, his voice carrying a mix of exasperation and nervousness. His hands rest on his hips, once again trying to look authoritative, but his eyes keep falling down to where the water clings to your skin, giving him away. “Come on, get out.”

Instead of listening, you dip fully beneath the surface, letting the water drown out his words.

He sighs loudly as you resurface, smoothing your wet hair back with slow, practiced ease. You notice the way his gaze lingers, his jaw tightening as he watches droplets slide down your body, catching in places he’s curious about.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” You tease, blinking up at him innocently.

“Very mature.” He mutters, rolling its eyes in an attempt to shake off whatever thoughts just ran through his head.

You giggle, enjoying how hard he’s trying to be serious. Trying, and failing.

“Okay, fine.” You say, swimming closer, watching as his body visibly relaxes at your words. “I’ll get out.”

But then.

“But.”

His shoulders immediately tense again.

“I want to ask you something first.” You say sweetly. His gaze sharpens with suspicion, but he sighs. “Ask me.”

You shake your head, lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Come closer.”

He hesitates, his fingers twitching at his sides before he finally kneels down, bringing himself just close enough. The second he does, you catch his scent.

Clean, soft, like fresh linen and something subtly sweet. Not like the men out in LA, he smelt better.

Spencer was nervous.

You could see it in the way his breathing stuttered as your fingertip traced along the sharp line of his jaw, then down his neck.

“W-what?” He stammers, his voice a whisper.

“Are you nervous, Doctor?” You ask, tilting your head.

He clears his throat. “Why-why would I be nervous?” You shrug. “You look nervous.”

“Well I’m not.” He insists, straightening his posture as if that’ll somehow steady him.

You nod slowly, pretending to believe him, then push yourself up slightly in the water, drawing closer, so close that your chest nearly brushes against his knees. His breath catches, eyes darting down before quickly snapping back up to yours.

You smirk, hooking your thumb under his bottom lip, pulling it down just slightly. “You’re really hot, Spencer.”

His entire body locks up.

He doesn’t say a word. Just stares.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You ask, your voice soft but teasing. He swallows hard, then shakes his head.

Your grin grows wider. “Good.”

His brows furrow. “Why good?”

“Because now we can have fun.”

You lean in just enough that your lips barely hover over his, feeling the way his breath fans your lips. For a second, you wonder if he’s actually going to kiss you. If he’ll break first.

And then.

You grab his wrists and pull.

“Y/n!”

A sharp splash echos through the night as Spencer Reid, a man of logic, reason, and control topples into the pool with you.

Against his will.

You both break the surface, your laughter echoing softly in the night air while Spencer, drenched and unamused, pushes, pushes his soaked hair out of his face.

His shirt clings to his chest, and his wide eyes fix on you with something between frustration and disbelief.

Your giggles slowly die down, but a smile still lingers on your lips. Truthfully, this was the most fun you’ve had all day.

“See? Now you’re in.” You tease, grinning at him.

Spencer exhales sharply, his lips pressing into a firm line before he suddenly starts swimming toward you.

You let out a playful squeal, instinctively trying to escape, but he’s faster than you expect. Before you can get far, his hands catch your wrists, and in a quick movement, he backs you up against the cool tile wall of the pool.

Your breath hitches.

The way he’s looking at you so intensely sends a shiver down your spine.

“What are you going to do?” You ask, smiling up at him, mischief dancing in your eyes.

“This isn’t funny.” He mutters, but his voice is lower now, almost unsteady as he leans in close. His breath brushes against your ear, and for a moment, the teasing slips away.

You bite your lip, inhaling deeply. “Really?” You whisper. “Because it is to me.”

His grip on your wrists loosens slightly, uncertainty flickering across his face.

“Did you actually want me to kiss you?” You ask, tilting your head, your eyes locked on his.

Spencer’s breath stutters, and for a moment, he looks completely unsure of himself. He doesn’t answer right away, but you can see it, the hesitation, the battle happening in his mind.

You take his hands and rest them on your waist, your fingers grazing along his knuckles before you drape your arms around his neck. His skin is warm, and his body stiffs beneath your touch.

“I’ll kiss you, Spencer.” You whisper, voice soft and laced with promise. “You just have to tell me that’s what you want.”

You’re so close now, your lips barely brushing against his.

And then, in a voice so quiet you almost miss it, he breathes. “I want it.”

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across your lips before you cup his cheek, finally closing the space between you.

The moment your lips press against his, Spencer reacts almost instantly. His hands move up, one resting against your neck, the other pressing against your back as he pulls you against him.

There was hesitation at first, like he’s still trying to figure out what to do, but the second you slip your tongue past his lips, you feel it, the way his body stiffens, then melts all at once.

His kisses are desperate, unpracticed but eager. His breathing grows heavier, his lips moving from yours to the curve of your jaw, then to the slope of your neck.

All that can be heard are the soft noises leaving your guys mouth.

Your fingers trail down from his chest, and into the water moving toward his belt.

But the second your finger grazes the buckle, his hands fly to yours, stopping you.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He stammers, his voice high, his eyes impossibly wide.

You blink up at him, lips swollen from his kisses. “What do you mean? Isn’t this what you want?”

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his grip on your hands tighten slightly. He looked terrified.

Your expression softens. “What’s wrong?” You ask gently, brushing some damp curls out his face. Your hands move to his shoulders, rubbing up and down in an attempt to calm him down.

“You don’t have to be nervous all the time.” You murmur. Spencer swallows hard.

“I-I’ve never done this.” He admits, voice barely above a whisper. Your brows lift slightly. “Never what? Had sex?”

He nods.

He looks almost ashamed, like he’s expecting you to laugh at him. But you don’t.

Instead, you smile. Soft, warm, and understanding.

“That’s alright, Spencer. You’re not the only person in the world who’s never done it.” You assure him. Your fingers trail along his jaw, tilting his chin slightly so he meets your gaze.

“But I’m twenty-four.”

“There’s better things you’re doing at twenty-four, like catching criminals and protecting girls from their dangerous stalkers… but I can help you, if you want.” You say.

His breath catches.

“Only if you want to.” You add quickly. “If you don’t, that’s okay too. I enjoy kissing you.”

He hesitates for just a second before exhaling shakily.

“Okay.” He says, nodding, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah I-I want to.”

“You want to…?” You tease, raising an eyebrow.

“I want to have…” he trails off, his face growing red.

“Sex, Spencer?” You finish for him, amused.

He nodded quickly, looking like he regrets making eye contact.

God, he was adorable.

You grin, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth. The fact you got to be his first made your chest warm. Not because he was inexperienced, but because you knew you’d take care of him. You’d make sure he enjoyed it, that is was something good.

You weren’t about to let someone unworthy of him be the first to touch him like this.

Your hands drift back to his belt, fingers skillfully unfastening the buckle before letting it slip free, the leather sinking into the water.

Spencer watches, his breathing uneven as you undo the button of his pants.

“I-in here?” He stammers, his voice pitching slightly. “Are you sure? Isn’t it um unsanitary?”

You bite back a grin at his concern. “It’ll be alright, Spencer.” You assure him, your fingers grazing the waistband of his pants as you slowly tug them down.

He swallows hard, nodding, though he still looks like he’s overthinking every second of this.

You take his hand, guiding it to your hips. “You can take mine off now.”

His brows furrow slightly, his fingers hovering uncertainly. “Are you-are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to mess this up-”

“Just untie the sides.” You whisper, pressing closer. “That’s it.”

Spencer exhales, nodding hesitantly before his fingers fumble with the ties of your bikini bottoms. The fabric loosens, slipping away, and you catch the way his gaze flickers down before quickly snapping back to your eyes.

For a moment, he looks completely lost, unsure of what happens next, until you move.

You pull him in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing yourself against him. The warmth of his skin against yours sends a shiver up your spine. Instinctively, his hands slide under your thighs, gripping you tightly as he lifts you against the cool tile wall of the pool.

Spencer lets out a sharp breath, his grip on your firm but nervous. His fingers twitch slightly against your skin, like he’s still processing this is happening.

“Wait.” He suddenly blurts, his voice nearly cracking. “W-what about a-a condom?”

Your lips curve into a soft smile. “I’m on the pill.” You assure him. “And I’m clean. But if you want, I can go get one-”

He shakes his head quickly, almost too quickly.

“No-uh, no, I don’t want to, um, stop-”

You press a finger to his lips, cutting off his rambling.

“Okay.” You whisper, amusement flickering in your eyes before you lean in, kissing him again.

This time, he doesn’t hesitate. His grip on you tightens, his lips parting eagerly beneath yours, and the last of his nervousness melts into something deeper, something needier.

Your bodies pressed together, moving in sync with the gentle waves of the pool.

“Spencer.” you breathe, the sound of his name leaving your lips is enough to undo him.

Spencer might be overthinking everything, but right now you’re more than happy to help him stop thinking altogether.

The rest is a blur of soft gasps, and breathless, whispered pleas. The stars overhead seem to flicker in time with the rhythm you create together, lost in the heat, in the moment, in each other.

—

You head downstairs, your body still buzzing from the activities you did earlier. Spencer is standing in the middle of the living room, dressed in fresh clothes you gave him, towel-drying his damp hair. He looks up as you enter, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

“Hi.” You say softly.

He stops what he’s doing, eyes locking onto yours. There’s something different in them now.

“Hey.”

You step closer, tucking your hands behind your back. “How are you, uh…feeling?”

He exhales, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Good. Yeah.”

You nod, rubbing your arm absentmindedly. “When your team comes back, you can tell them I was being annoying and pulled you into the pool. I don’t want you getting into trouble.”

Spencer huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “It’s okay, I’ll figure out something to tell them.”

“Well, I don’t want you to lie to them.”

He steps forward, his presence suddenly more confident, more assured. “It’s alright.” He assures you.

There’s a moment of silence before you inhale deeply, shifting under his gaze. “Spencer I know this was new for you, and I don’t want you leaving here thinking that hooking up is just something I do all the time, because it’s not.” Your voice is softer now, more serious.

You hold his gaze, needing him to understand.

His brows furrow, and before you can say more, he shakes his head. “I didn’t think that, no once.”

Relief washed over you, and you smile faintly. “Good. Because I really enjoyed today. Not just that part, but being around you. I don’t want you thinking I just sleep with guys who give me attention or because-”

Spencer steps even closer, cutting off your rambling with he gentle press of his hands on your shoulders. His touch is warm, and the familiarity of the gesture makes your breath hitch.

“I enjoyed being with you today too.” He says, his voice low and certain. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I never would think those things of you.”

You blink up at him, your heart thudding just a little harder. “Good.”

He watches you, then leans down pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your lips. No hesitation, no nervousness, just Spencer, certain and in control.

You melt into it, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. When you finally pull back, you whisper against his lips. “I don’t think I want this to be a one-time thing.”

His hands slide down to your waist, his grip firmer than before. “I don’t think I want it to be either.”

A slow smirk spreads across your lips before you pull him back in…

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actually-safer-to-kiss · 15 days ago

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Escort

Summary: Spencer was supposed to meet an escort in a bar. When you start flirting with him, he’s completely unaware that you're not the woman he hired.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) misunderstanding, miscommunication, awkwardness, mentions of sex work, heavy make-out, allusions to sex, fade to black sex

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Wrong Recipient challenge (I know I’m super late whoops)

Masterlist

The hotel bar still seemed quiet when you stepped in and took a look around. A lonely feeling had overcome you on this business trip, so you decided you wanted to meet someone new today.

Lucky for you, the handsome man sitting at the bar looked like he wanted some company, too. With an unusual surge of confidence you approached him, relieved when you found him smiling at you.

With a saccharine smile painted over your face, you sat down beside him and cooed, “Hi stranger.”

“Hi,” he almost whispered. “I have been expecting you.”

That certainly was a pick-up line you hadn't heard before. You decided to play along.

“Yeah? I’m glad we finally met. I was looking forward to spending time with someone so handsome.”

A wonderful rosy shade spread over his cheeks at your words and it let your heart jump. It was almost unreal how beautiful this man was and he seemed to be completely unaware of that.

For just a split second your eyes glanced over his hands, expecting to find a wedding ring but there was none.

“I’m obviously not married,” he said, completely catching you by surprise. You hadn’t expected him to notice. “Or seeing anyone, for that matter,” he added.

“I don't think that was obvious but it’s good to know.”

He raised his eyebrows at your words. “Yeah no, I’m not like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know other men do it but I personally would not talk to uhm… a woman like you if I was in a relationship.”

“A woman like me?” His choice of words was a little odd.

He cleared his voice and shifted in his seat, making his discomfort obvious. “Yeah uhm.. I mean someone…”

“Someone as beautiful and radiant as me?” You laughed as you attempted to save this poor man from embarrassing himself any further.

“Exactly,” he chuckled as the pink color on his cheeks turned a shade darker.

Conversation between the two of you flowed easily after that as you began telling him a little bit about yourself and he let you in on some details about his life.

“So, Spencer, if you live in DC, what brings you all the way here?”

“My cousin’s wedding tomorrow. That’s actually why I’m here, in this bar I mean. I know it sounds pathetic but when I responded to the invite a few months ago, I checked the box for plus one. I was really optimistic that I would have someone to go to the wedding with by now,” he sighed as his sight dropped down to his glass.

“That didn’t work out, huh?”

Spencer shook his head. His whole demeanor gave away a certain feeling of loneliness you were very familiar with. Instinctively you reached for his hand and gently brushed over his skin.

His eyes found yours once more. Then, after a short moment of silence, he said something you didn’t expect. “I would really like it if you went to the wedding with me.”

His words were bold, almost contradicting his entire demeanor. You felt surprised yet flattered by his invitation.

“I love weddings,” you chirped. “And I don’t have any other plans tomorrow.”

A wonderful smile spread over his face. “Then it’s a date.”

The straightforwardness of his invitation boosted your confidence, too. There was an undeniable connection between you two and the more you talked, the more attracted you became to him. You were sure that this aching inside your chest could only be soothed by his nearness.

The soft curve of his lips looked so kissable. His smirk gave away that he must have noticed you staring at his mouth. You found his eyes again and almost drowned in the wild honey of his irises.

“So, profiler,” you playfully purred as you leaned closer. “What does my body language tell you?”

You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed and his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips. “I’m not entirely sure,” he muttered.

Taking his hand in yours, you got up from your seat and snickered, “Why don’t you follow me and find out?”

There was no resistance from him when you led him to the elevator. As soon as the door opened, you stepped in, leaned against a wall and pulled him closer. He stared at you with pupils blown wide and his mouth agape. He stood close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body.

“I’m not a profiler but I’m pretty sure you’d like to kiss me right now,” you cooed as you pushed your chest against his.

“You’re right,” he breathed as he leaned down. “Can I?”

Right when you wanted to close the gap, the elevator got to your floor and interrupted you with a loud ding. Spencer almost jumped at the sound. You grabbed his hand once more and dragged him all the way down the hall to your room.

There was no time to be wasted once you stepped inside your hotel room. His lips were on yours in an instant while he pushed you against the closest wall, making you gasp into the kiss. He deepened the kiss as his tongue met yours, melting into you as if you had done that a million times before. When he pressed his body against yours, you noticed his hardness straining against the confines of his pants.

“Someone’s excited,” you whispered as you let your hand wander down his body with a clear goal in mind. Once you reached his belt, Spencer suddenly stepped back.

“No, wait,” he mumbled and looked at you almost in shock.

“I’m very sorry if I overstepped,” you sincerely apologized.

“No, no, that’s not it. We just uh… should talk about this before,” he said.

Not entirely sure what he meant, you said, “Okay?”

“You uhm… only agreed to go to the wedding with me. So I’m not sure about the uh.. conditions of this… encounter,” Spencer stuttered.

His words only confused you more. With raised eyebrows you looked at him. “What conditions?”

“Your uhm… rate and what that includes exactly.”

It took you a few seconds to understand what he was talking about. Suddenly the things he said earlier made a lot more sense.

Your voice was laced with disbelief when you said, “Wait, you think I’m a hooker?”

This situation was so absurd that you weren’t entirely sure if you should laugh or cry about it.

“I mean… I think the website used the word ‘escort’?”

It was still hard to believe what was happening. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt instead of getting angry at him. “Spencer, I’m not an escort. How could you think that?”

Spencer stepped back until his legs hit the bed. He sat down and shook his head, clearly unable to fully grasp what was happening. “Why else would you want to have sex with me?”

His words made you laugh. “Because you’re cute and sweet and very attractive!”

“And apparently very stupid,” he sighed. Regret was written all over his face when he said, “I’m very sorry I offended you. I really thought you were the woman I hired for the wedding tomorrow. We were supposed to meet in the bar to talk about the details.”

“That wasn’t me,” you clarified.

“Yeah, clearly.”

“I’ll still go to the wedding with you, if you want,” you said as you sat down beside him. “And you don’t even have to pay me.”

Your words made him smile. “Yeah?”

Nodding your head, you climbed into his lap. He seemed a little caught off guard but welcomed you on top of him nonetheless. Your mouth gently brushed over his neck when you breathed, “And guess what?”

“Hm?” You felt his throat rumble under your lips.

“You don’t have to pay for this either.”

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