#im really proud of myself for slowly having the courage to draw again without worrying too much abt the bigger picture

[duu-kiwi]

sunfish bastards, panel redraws and a ✨clown✨

[speed-reiding]

And Then...

A/N: I wrote the third part! Sorry it’s taken such a long time! I’d really appreciate any feedback on this part especially. I’ve tried to tag anyone who asked, but it’s been a while so I may not have gotten everyone. Let me know and I will tag you in the future. 

Warning: This is my second time trying smut. 

@reid-my-fortune @illegalcerebral​ @im-on-blue​ @janiedreams88

Part 1: Genuine Admiration

Part 2: Bliss

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Spender just wanted to stay like that forever. Y/N was cuddled all around him, warm and smiling against his chest. And then, the practical aspects of what he'd done set in. He was Y/N's professor for goodness sake. He was supposed to be a mentor, or at least a gentleman. He'd planned on asking her to spend some time together, then asking her on a date. He'd planned to take things slowly and to show her how much he liked her. Instead, this. Not to be misunderstood, Spencer had loved every second of their encounter. But he wasn't in college or graduate school; he was an adult genius who was quite possibly in love with someone he barely actually knew. What had he done?

It was almost as if Y/N could feel the shift in his emotions because she looked up at Spencer in confusion and started to sit up.

"Spencer," she said simply, "is this the part where I tell you this is okay?" She started tracing circles on his bare chest and Spencer almost forgot his worries. Almost.

Spencer smiled at Y/N's words. "Well," he started. "I just don't want you to think I planned this or something. I mean, I really did want to ask you out for a long time- maybe too long-, but not like this."

"Oh really?" Y/N said, drawing out the last syllable and smirking, "then like what?"

Spencer blushed, realizing what he had just said. Then he remembered that the subject of his every free thought was in one of his shirts, draped across him. His mind drifted off a little as he tried to figure out how to answer Y/N without creeping her out or making her believe this was a mistake.

"Spencer?" Y/N asked again, but this time she had his phone. She looked at it quizzically, and handed it to him, "you're telling me you didn't plan this?" The phone was lit up with a text from Derek that read: Tell Y/N we want to meet her…after you have your fun that is. Good luck Pretty Prof.  

"Y/N, I…I can explain…I have never been at a loss for words before. I've never been so distracted. I'm a man of reason, of logic above all else. When we first met, you were a college student. I was your professor. I was supposed to be a mentor figure, but I found myself captivated from the beginning. I had a boyfriend, I was more interested in being in class and seeing you than being at home with him."

Spencer realized he was rambling; he could see it written across Y/N's face. But he had to explain. He didn't know what he would do if Y/N felt disrespected or like he had lied or was only interested in sex.

"He noticed. I felt terribly, but no regret. Then, you were gone and I realized I may never see you again. When I saw you were coming back for graduate school, it was just relief. Like I hadn't lost my shot. I championed too hard for you to be my teaching assistant. I just wanted to spend time together, to work up the courage to ask you out after the semester. But I just didn't want to wait."

Spencer watched as Y/N's expression softened from needing an answer to…he couldn't quite place it. He hoped it wasn't pity, but he'd happily take pity over distrust.

"I spent all night with my team in a bar, talking about you...by the end, they were pushing for me to call you. Tomorrow. To ask you out. I had no idea you lived in this building." Spencer looked panicked. Was he really screwing it all up? He wanted so much more from Y/N than a one night stand. And now that he'd kissed her, and so much more, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle her distancing herself. Still, he had to prepare for that.

"Woah woah woah, Spencer, calm down!" Y/N laughed lightly. She could not imagine seeming like the one in control of the situation, when she had spent the night daydreaming about the hot professor and ignoring guys her own age asking her to come grab drinks. If she were being honest, she had lost all interested in anyone else long ago and had really just been trying not to seem like a puppy hanging onto Spencer Reid's every word "I'm glad your team told you to go with it. I've been thinking about this, about you, for so long."

It was Spencer's turn to be incredulous. Before he could ask what happened next, Y/N's lips found his and she was kissing him deeply. He relaxed backwards as she flung her leg over him gracefully until she was straddling him. He could already feel himself getting hard again. Y/N pulled back to look at Spencer. There she was, the woman of his dreams, straddled across him wearing his shirt and nothing else.

"W-what have you been thinking about?" Spencer cursed himself for stammering but Y/N just smirked.

"I can show you easier than I can tell you. Is that alright, Professor?"

"Yes" Spencer was able to choke out as Y/N pulled him close. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Spencer's grin must have been contagious, because Y/N couldn't stop herself from giggling just a little. Her face lit up and she leaned her head back slightly, causing her long hair to fall in waves around her. It was harmonious sight and sound Spencer had ever seen. In that moment, more than ever before, Spencer realized that he could fall irrevocably in love with Y/N.

"So, what should I share?" Y/N asked, teasing, using her position to her advantage, trailing kisses up Spencer's neck. "Anything you'd like to know?"

Spencer groaned when Y/N hit a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear, and Y/N made a mental note to do that more often; his moans sent a tingle straight down to her clitoris.

"How long have you been thinking of me?" he managed to ask, fully aware he was coming undone at her touch. He thumbed the ends of his t shirt she wore and pulled it over her head so they were both naked.

Y/N paused for a moment before saying, "Let's just say" kiss "I haven't been taking your classes just for your compelling discussions" kiss "though they are part of why I started thinking this way in the first place"  Kiss.  "I love the way you are when you're sitting up" kiss "I've always wanted to fuck you in while sitting in your lap" Y/N resumed her kissing, reaching her hand down between Spencer's thighs and stroking lightly at his erection.

"Y/N," Spencer gasped, "FUCK." Y/N mmmmed at the pleasure, growing ever turned on by Spencer's reactions. His hand had found its way between her legs and was stroking the outside of her lips, slightly making his way between them.

"You're so wet," Spencer said, sounding incredulous and proud at the same time.

"Mmmm," she responded, biting her lip again, "so hot for teacher."

This sparked something primal in Spencer. With a swiftness Y/N was not expecting, Spencer moved his hands to her waist and flipped her over, so he was now straddling her. Wasting no time, he pressed determined kisses down her chest, and stomach until his mouth found her wetness. His tongue wasted no time in exploring her intricacies. He placed his hands on her waist to steady her, his thumbs on her waist and fingers underneath her. He applied pressure to this fingers, slightly massaging her while his mouth continued to work. All the while, Y/N wriggled and moaned at his many touches. He was pleased to watch her come apart for him.

Before she could finish, Y/N pulled Spencer by the hair up to her. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. Spencer was surprised to find she already had a condom in her hand. He sat up while she opened it and allowed her to roll it onto him. Then, he lay on the bed next to her and pulled Y/N into his lap. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back and moaned as she sunk down onto him.

Then, she started to move. Spencer's hands found their way to her waist again and he moved in tandem with her. He was living out his dreams or rather, her fantasy. Fuck he thought he wasn't going to last long. Luckily for Spencer, Y/N was soon calling out his name and he could feel her muscles pulse around him. That was enough for Spencer, who felt himself reach his peak. They came together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and frantic kisses as they finished.

"Wow," Spencer said, as he tried to catch his breath, "that was incredible."

Y/N was silent for a moment as she got off of him. When she was off, she sighed happily, "Perfect." She began to walk towards the bathroom again, presumably to shower.

"Do you want to join me in the shower this time?" she asked, turning to look at Spencer. He nearly tripped over himself trying to get up in time, which made her giggle. It really was the most beautiful sound.