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Bacteria, Parasites and Viruses • S.R

Summary: Following a successful case, Spencer Reid and his girlfriend (Y/N), walk back up to their shared hotel room. After a complication, they end up with a suite and a private outdoor pool. Despite Spencer’s rambling of how dirty pools and hotels are in general, she finds a way for them to still have fun with it, something that even Spencer can’t say no to. 

Pairings: Spencer Reid x [F BAU] Reader Content: Smut, language, established relationship, rough and semi-public sex, light choking, overstim, plot Author’s Note: This is v loosely based off of season 1, episode 18: Somebody’s Watching and a blurb I wrote that you can find here. 

Masterlist | ao3

DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual content. If you are not 18+, do not read. Remember to practice safe sex and do not use these stories as an educational reference.

In their line of work, the BAU members were reminded daily that the world was filled with vile and evil people that they worked vigorously to hunt down and put away. From murders, rapists, kidnappers and more, there was never a shortage of fucked up people.

Typically, this is how a case went: Hotch would receive a case before briefing everyone by the round table or on the jet. Then, they built a profile and went from there. Usually, it would end in flames; the bad guy gets away, especially when it comes to children. Correction, whenever it came to kids, they always prepared for the worse.

But today was a rare day. A day that shines brightly and reminds them all why they do their job — why they picked their profession. It’s what anyone would call a miracle, even if Spencer would jump in and prove differently with his rambling and facts; they all referred to this day — these cases as miracles.

This case was beyond gruelling. In particular, it seemed to take a toll on JJ and Hotch; it involved three children. To summarize quickly, there were dealing with an erotomaniac stalker who kidnapped the kids from a young couple. When they got to the scene, the odds were already stacked against them. The children had been missing for a little over twenty hours, leaving them with only twenty-eight hours to find them, hopefully, alive. It didn’t help that the kids were also older, dropping the odds of survival.

Twenty-three-year-old Alina Gaplin had rejected the unsub when she was just shy of seventeen when they were teenagers in high school. The unsub never got over it. He thought her adoptive children with Alina’s wife took up too much of her time and were the reason why she didn’t return his affection. So one day after school, claiming to be the father of the Gaplin’s three young children, fled in a dark green SUV.

Everyone expected dead and battered children, but a miracle came their way: they found the unsub before he could even lay a hand on the kids. They were reunited with their mothers, soon to be scheduled with family counselling, a long road of therapy and the unsub was thrown behind bars.

Everyone was in a great mood. To celebrate, the team went out; all of their hard work finally had paid off. Everyone had a few drinks in them and sang to their heart's delight, bubbling with overwhelming joy until their stomachs hurt. Hotch cracked a few jokes, Dererk flirted with a few women; JJ called Will to say goodnight to Henry before shortly partying with Emily and Y/N roped Spencer into a dance, leaving him a blushing mess before turning in for the night.

Spencer’s hand snaked around her waist, protectively. Both were giddy as they walked through the entrance of the hotel. Spencer continued to press a few fleeting kisses to the top of her head before pulling away to avoid too much PDA.

“Goodnight, baby girl!” Derek’s voice rang a bit too loudly in the lobby. The team could hear the happy laughter of Penelope once he pulled the phone away from his ear and clicked it off. A few onlookers stared at him, bewildered, which caused the rest of the group to stifle their laughter in second-hand embarrassment.

“You guys are disgustingly adorable.” Emily cuts in as she looks at them both, making a gagging noise as she stuck out her tongue childishly. “Completely lovesick.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but Spencer cut in, “Did you know that the term lovesick or lovesickness refers to an affliction that typically produces negative feelings like depression when someone’s love is unrequited? Although, luckily for me, I am not lovesick, nor is Y/N. Out feelings are more than mutual. I — we are very much in love.”

“Like she said, pretty boy,” said Derek, clapping Spencer’s shoulder, “Lovesick —” he pauses and enunciates the next word directly at him while ruffling his hair, “Fool.”

“Hush,” Hotch scolded, side-eyeing the group only to fail at masking a smile, “We go back to Quantico in the jet in two hours, but we have a few days off. Is anyone planning to stay behind?”  

Nobody piped up.

Hotch nods before making a hand gesture to shoo everyone away; the team waved each other off. There was a bit of daylight left as they headed to their respective rooms. Although, not all of their rooms were on the same floor. Spencer and Y/N, who decided to book a room together, were moved up to a suite due to a mix-up. The same went for JJ and Emily who also shared a room a couple doors down.

Spencer pulled out his key card, sliding it through the door card reader before it clicked open and a small LED light flashed green. Y/N pressed her back against it, pushing the handle down and the door swung open. Spencer groaned, satisfied as he kicked off his shoes and washed his hands before flopping down on the bed. Y/N copied his actions before crawling onto the bed, dropping beside him.

Her hand found its way to his face, pulling him into a kiss.

“Mm,” he moaned, smiling against her lips.  

A content and happy sigh left her once she pulled back, her hand sliding down to his chest, playing with the buttons on his white collar shirt. “The ones we win never fail to restore my faith in humanity.”

Spencer didn’t reply but simply responded by cupping her cheek with one hand. His finger stroking her skin delicately with his thumb. They both gazed into their eyes. The corner of his eyes crinkled and his eyes shined in pure light and love. They basked in each other’s company; moments like these are what made all the bad worthwhile.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Their hearts fluttered.

He leaned in again, kissing the tip of her nose before getting up again. He began to pack their suitcases and suggested grabbing Chinese food before they headed on the jet. Y/N agreed, rolling over on the bed and glanced over to the pool outside. They had only spent less than an hour in the accidental suite and had another four days they could spend in it. The case had ended early and Y/N never had a suite, let alone a living room, small kitchen and a private pool this flashy to herself! It would be a shame to not at least take a little bit of advantage of it. The team always slept in dingy motels where the walls were too thin. It would be such a waste…

She pulled out her phone from the pocket of her pants and clicked it to view the lock screen.

8:32 PM. She had plenty of time to pack, swim around for a bit, get food and leave.

“I’m going for a quick swim!” she tells Spencer who seemed far too fascinated with a stack of papers he fiddled around with. “Do you want to come?”

“Er — I’ll be out in a second.”

Y/N went to open the sliding glass door, padding her way to the pool. She didn’t bring a swimsuit, so she opted to strip down, only wearing her underwear and went to click on a large button by the side of the pool that read: whirlpool.

The water began to pump across several jets in the walls of the pool, the water heated and turned into a large jacuzzi. Y/N walked to the pool, dipped her toes into it: warm. Then, she sank into it and felt the warm water soothe her aching bones.

Swimming a few laps, she watched the sun further descend beyond the horizon.

“Having fun?”

She turned her head to the familiar voice and stared in awe. Photographers call it the golden hour and Y/N suddenly understood why.

Spencer’s skin looked delicate and sun-kissed. His tie was loosened and the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. The shadows on his face were highlighted, showcasing the sharpest point of his face.

He looked like a painting.

Spencer bent down in a crouching position as Y/N swam up to him before toying with his red tie. “It would be more fun with you.”

His eyes flickered down to her lips and back to her eyes, repeating the motion several times. He hesitated and his eyebrows furrowed, head tilted to the side.

“Ugh, Reid?”

"I want to get in, but uh — around 40% of people often don't shower before stepping inside their own swimming pool. From that, we can estimate that percentage is higher because this is a hotel and we all know hotels typically don't wash or clean thoroughly like expected. And not to mention that means we're probably — definitely swimming in someone else's fecal matter and other bodily fluids. The CDC suggests that about 0.14 grams of —"

She wrapped her hands around his wrist, catching Spencer off-guard and managed to pull him into the water. The momentum flipped him in as he fell with a splash.

His body was underwater for a few seconds before he swam up to the top, pushing back his hair that now stuck to his face. Without giving him much time to react, she grabbed his wet tie, pulling him closer to her. Their lips barely touched and Spencer’s breath hitched.

“Spence, as sexy as your… fecal matter talk is, I have better ideas.

As he opened his mouth again, eager to embark on another monologue, she closed the distance and kissed him. It took a moment for Spencer’s brain to catch up until one of his hands came up to cup her face again. His other hand stroked the sides of her body, letting his fingers roam wildly.

His kisses turned hungry and desperate as if it was the last time he’d ever get to kiss her. These were the best kind of Spencer kisses.

Spencer was the first to pull away, but his hands remained on her face, stroking it lovingly. His breathing picked up and his shallow sighs fanned her face, pupils dilated.

“You really are beautiful.”

She felt herself being back up against the wall of the pool as her legs instinctively wrapped against him. His entire body was now hunched over as he pressed his chest to hers. His knee was wedged in between her legs, propping her upwards. Her arms locked behind his neck as she toyed with a curly strand of hair on the nape before her hand glided up his skull to only have her tug on his hair harshly. He took a shaky breath and swiped his tongue across his lips before he lent in again.

Y/N felt him moan into his next kiss and began to rock against him once she felt his pants tighten. The strangled nose he made only sent jolts down her core. She continued to kiss him before trailing a few kisses down his jaw and to his neck. Spencer was too busy now as his focus was turned towards the remaining straps from her swimwear. He simply unclasped the hooks, letting her bra completely drop as he stared at her soft breast. His hand went straight to touch them before cradling them, kneading them softly. His fingers brushed against her nipple that left her gasping softly.

She felt very exposed. Her hand came to cover her chest before Spencer grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her body was a small, reassuring smile. Instead, he then began to focus on his clothes to distract her from the small embarrassment she felt.

Now, it was her turn to make a move. Y/N’s hands flew to his trousers, unbuckling them as she feverishly left kisses across his chest. Spencer aided her, completely ridding of his clothes, heavy and soaked with water. Not wanting to get chlorine water in her mouth, she simply took her hand and rolled her thumb onto the slit of his cock. Spencer took a sharp inhale as he let out a shaky breath, letting his head tilt back. His hips buckled as a low groan came out, trying not to alert JJ and Emily.

Her wrist pumped his cock and she marvelled at the way he reacted. She watched him melt into her, smirking at the complete and utter control he gave her. Knowing that she was the cause of his pleasure caused her to feel an ungodly amount of pride and confidence bloom in her chest.

"Having fun?" She smirked at him. At this, his eyes peered open, darken as he tutted a bit before taking her hands off of his cock and took her into his arms and flipped her around. Spencer positioned her body so the jet of water pumped a rush of water onto her clit and pushed her body to lean against the edge.

Then, he leant in for another kiss as his movements picked up as he rubbed fast circles with his fingers. After a minute or two of becoming impatient, Spencer took his fingers and glided over her slit before slowly sinking them in, stretching her walls and pushed in and out to gauge her reaction. When she moaned and then sighed in content, Spencer sped up and latched his mouth onto her nipple, his tongue sucking and nipping at it harshly.

The quick sensation of pain before it morphed into melting pleasure was becoming too much as he pressed the heel of his palm downwards to add pressure onto her clit. Instinctively, she curled her body towards Spencer as her head fell back into the crook of his neck.

"Doesn't that feel good?' He asked mockingly. The smugness in his voice normally would've earned a playfully nudge, but it added another leave of pleasure.  

He removed his fingers before positioning his cock, pushing in softly before tilling, letting her get used to the feeling. The added pressure of the water jet and Spencer’s cock and the breathy moan he let out already sent her mind into a state of bliss.

“Be good for me and you’ll get what you want,” he whispers against the shell of her ear before thrusting into her, setting a fairly medium to fast pace. Water splashed in and out of the pool.

Her legs kept spreading apart, almost slipping before Spencer uses his body and cages her, keeping her in place before sneaking a hand around her throat. A moan escaped and had Spencer chuckling, “Having fun?”

She weakly nods, his pace increases.

“Aw, you’re going to come aren’t you? That fast?” He  chuckles at her reaction, speaking with false sympathy as he stared down at her fucked out expression. The building and constant pressure on her clit from the water jets, Spencer’s switch in tone and demeanour, the slamming of his cock and breast being stimulated from the splashing of cold water and brushing against the cool tiles of the pool caused her very fast orgasm to approach. She nods her head, which only causes Spencer to grab their jaw, forcing them to look at him. “Too fucking bad.”

Spencer pulled out, which left her whimpering from the sudden loss of touch. She turned around, looking at Spencer and opened her mouth only to have him look her in the eyes and picked her up, propping her onto the edge of the pool, gently pushed the rest of her body down as her legs dangling in the water; giving him full access to her pussy.

He spread her legs, his lips ghosting over her inner thighs, kissing everywhere except where she wanted it most. Subconsciously, Y/N tries to push his head down further, only to have Spencer grab her wrist and pin them to the side of her body.

He chuckles at her reaction. “What do you want?” Spencer taunts.

Cheeky bastard was trying to embarrass her. She held back the urge to roll her eyes to prevent Spencer from denying her even more and asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Please, touch me.”

“Ah — see? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

And so he continued with his silent promise. He attached his lips around her clit as he probed his calloused finger into her. His tongue swirls in fast, delicate circles which had her moaning Spencer’s name like a broken record.

As much as she was enjoying this, the bumpy concrete ground was harsh on her skin. Instead, she sat upright and looked at Spencer through half-lidded eyes. A light pink blush tinted the apple of his cheeks as his eyes quickly scanned her face. Assuming that she wanted to stop, he began to pull away.

"Bed?"

There was that crooked smile again. His smile was incredibly wide as he nodded and pushed up on the edge of the pool and got out, leaving his pants to sink at the bottom of the pool. He bent down and picked her up. His large, yet slender hands found their way to her ass, grabbing at it and trailed kisses down her neck before sucking at the base.

A small gasp came from her lips as she felt her smile against her skin, he moaned slightly as he continued to suck.

Spencer paused briefly a few times to open the door to re-enter their hotel room. But, once he slid the door shut, he pushed and then pinned her against the wall. "Are you sure you want to?" He asked quietly. His voice had dropped and came out raspier, its entire tone shifting.

She meets his eyes, "Yes."

He hummed in approval before throwing her onto the bed, not bothering to turn on any lights as the moonlight peering in from the glass door poor over their skin.

He crawled over her, water droplets fell onto her as his hand slid down her breast as he teased the nipple slowly, tracing the outline with his thumb; pinching it and rolling it whilst massaging the rest of her breast. His tongue lapped at her bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside. Spencer continued to run his hands up and down her body to build anticipation until he prodded his ring and middle finger at her lips.

Knowing what he wanted, she opened his mouth and sucked his fingers tentatively as his tongue swirled around his fingers. Spencer's eyes were attached to her face and his eyes were dark.

Once happy, he pulled his hand away and snaked his hands to part her thighs. His fingers brushed gently against her clit as a small whimper left her lips. Spencer chuckled at the noise as he cradled her body and positioned himself to the side of her body. Spencer’s fingers teased her slit before he pressed his fingers in, her pussy sucking them in with ease due to the prior fucking. He continued to stretch her out until Y/N became impatient, whining for more.

And then he gave.

In a swift motion, Spencer's fingers retreated. A whine of frustration came out in puffs before he quickly kissed her body, travelling down her body before he was nested in between her legs.

He pressed a kiss to her clit before his tongue slid up and down her folds. His tongue continued to do so before moving its way to her clit and her fingers returned to pumping in and out.

Her head continued to toss on either side as her hands flew to Spencer's head and tugged again at his messy brown hair which began to dry.

The sensation was too much as the familiar bubble settled at the pit of her stomach and boomed. A warm, trickling feeling sent shockwaves throughout her body as Spencer continued his handiwork as she rode out her orgasm.

Even then, he continued to lap at her as his arms held her hips and legs down. It was only until she began to tremble was when he pulled back, smiling again.

"Atta girl."

As she studied his face, his mouth and chin shined in the silver light, glistening. Still too shaken to say much, Spencer guided her into a sitting position and kissed her. He let her take a moment to collect herself and asked if she wanted to continue. With another verbal answer, Spencer backed up against the bed frame and helped her straddle him, sinking down on his cock.

They both took a second, relishing in the feeling as Spencer grabbed tightly at her thighs as she rode him. One hand pressed flatly on his chest while the other found its way to grip his shoulder.

But, the pace was too slow for his liking. He became too impatient. In a split second, his hips buckled up, hard, and took over from there. The slapping of skin echoed throughout the room and she felt her body jerk. Spencer's thrust were timed perfectly. His arms gripped her arms behind her body as his eyes raked greedily over her breast and down to where his cock slid in and out of her wet pussy and —

The phone rang, and Y/N turned to check who the caller was: Hotch.

Fuck.

If this was somehow another case, Y/N was going to kill someone, and she meant quite literally. She reached over and slid it open.

“Hello?” She breathed out. Spencer listening to the phone call as well. But, instead of completely stopping, the asshole slowed his movements and hit the deepest part of her, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot.

She shoots him a dirty look, daggers in her eyes while Spencer gave a toothy smile.

“L/N, we’re in the lobby. Did you change your minds?”

They made eye contact, both sharing a non-verbal agreement.

“Mhm,” that was a half moan but she managed to play it off as a proper response. “Yeah — we decided to stay —” Spencer held up two fingers “— for two days.”

“I’ll book you a plane ticket then. Is that okay?”

“Perfect! Thanks, Hotch. Send me the details.”

The very second the phone call ended, Spencer slammed deep inside her and her phone thumped to the ground.

In a sudden motion, his hips came to a stop as he flipped her onto her back. His hands wrapped protectively around her head and body as he laid her on the bed. She almost didn't have to register the sudden change of positions until Spencer slammed deep into her. From this angle, he was able to reach even deeper than before that had a moan coming from both of their lips.

Something seemed to have possessed him in that moment as his speed was relentless. His cock hit the deepest part of her.

A bead of sweat, or pool water, she couldn't tell, rolled down his neck.

Once she peered back at him, his right hand came into view as he wrapped it around her neck and squeezed the sides. It wasn't too hard to stop the airway but it was just right enough for it to become just a bit harder to breathe. The familiar bubble in her stomach rose, and Spencer knew it. He continued to slam deeper into her, his hand going down to play with her oversensitive clit as he rubbed soft, barely-there circles.

His movements became sharper, fast as he picked up the pace. His grunts and soft moans mixed with hers and the pleasure kept building and building —

“I’m going to come,” Spencer grunted. Although, Y/N was already gone. Her head lolled to the side and a blinding white light clouded her vision. Her very reaction sent Spencer over the edge as he pressed his head against hers, only to bring both of her hands above her head, pinning them in place and dropped his head into her neck, moaning before sucking lightly.

The sticky feeling of come splashed against her walls. With a few more thrusts, Spencer’s hips stopped, spilling inside her before he pulled out with a groan. Mustered any energy left, he rolled over to the side, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She felt his come slowly trickle out; they both breathed in, attempting to catch their breaths.

That was amazing.

"Let's take a shower — get you cleaned up. " Spencer huffed out.

Y/N chuckled, "You're eager to get clean, aren’t you?"

"Do you know how much bacteria, parasites and viruses were in that pool? Besides, do you really want to skip out on the chance of having clean sex in the shower?"

"Mhm, I love it when you talk dirty to me."

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Hotch hung up and shut off his phone completely before stepping onto the jet. Everyone was dressed in regular, laid-back clothing. Hotch walked up to the back of the plane where the team was playing a game of poker.

“Royal flush! Suck on that!” Emily exclaimed as she slapped her cards face-up on the table. A groan went around the table as she collected the round of sweets laid in the middle of the table. "Oh you sour sports!"

“Where’s Reid and L/N?” JJ asked.

“Decided to stay back for a few days.”

“Loverboy and lovergirl are getting it on,” Derek breathes out. The team winced at the mental image before Derek looked at Emily, “Lovesick fools.”