can I ask about reader x Spencer Reid first time in bed together ?
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(Warning: MILDLY NSFW CONTENT AHEAD)
Your first time with Spencer is planned.
Not in the sense that you print out an itinerary or anything crazy like that, but in the sense that you want it to be special. You’re not by any means a virgin, but you know that he has almost no sexual experience.
That’s no problem with you. You love the hell out of him and you would wait for a hundred years if that’s what he wanted. But, eventually, he comes to you and tells you that he’s ready, that he doesn’t want to wait anymore, and your heart practically bursts from your chest at the thought.
When he shows up at your apartment that night, there isn’t some huge setup. You don’t want to do dinner or a movie or anything because you know that will only make him more nervous than he already is. There’s no lingerie, there’s no big show, just the two of you in your bedroom.
Kissing calms him down. Kissing is simple, and the two of you do it all the time. It’s relatively simple to rid him of his tie and shirt as well, but he seems reluctant to go for the buttons on yours. You’d known ahead of time that you would have to take most of the initiative, so you have no problem stripping your top half for him. Of course, once his hands are on you, they have no problem roaming.
You make sure to talk to him as much as possible, to ask him how he’s feeling. You don’t want to move too fast or do anything he doesn’t want. He’s not very talkative in return, and when he does, it’s a lot of nervous facts. You actually find it very charming.
You don’t bother with any sort of oral foreplay or anything. There’s time for all of that later, and you know that once you’ve gotten past the stress of his first time, there’s a whole world that you could show him. The thought brings a smile to your face and he instantly wants to kiss it.
There’s a little bit of fumbling with the condom, once you’re on top, mostly because he insists on trying it himself first before he begrudgingly hands it over to you. As you’re putting it on, he starts blabbing about the history of the condom and, as cute as it is, you’re very keen to shut him up with a kiss. Even after the two of you share a laugh over it, he decides to tell you about Julius Fromm and his improved manufacturing technique for condoms in 1912.
Once he’s inside of you, he doesn’t do much talking.
You have to remind him to breathe, because by the sound of it, the oxygen is caught in his chest. Once you start moving your hips, though, it sounds like there’s an explosion in his body and his hands fly out to hold onto you like you’re his anchor. He’s a lot more vocal than you expected, even for him.
You’ve never been with someone like him, someone who looks up at you like you’re a work of art above him, like you’re the only thing he ever wants to see for the rest of his life. There’s so much emotion and so many things unsaid in his brown eyes that you have to look away a few times just so it doesn’t overwhelm you.
As much as you enjoy being in charge, to say that you don’t also enjoy him flipping you onto your back would be a total lie. And, because it’s his first time, it isn’t long before he’s burying his face in your neck and letting out a noise that sounds suspiciously like the first half of your name.
He’s done enough reading to know that you didn’t finish, and he’s rushing to ask you what to do, how he can help get you off, but you just shush him. Because it doesn’t matter. Because he’s happy, and he enjoyed it and that’s all that matters to you.
That’s all that ever matters to you.
