Tags: Spencer Reid X Childrens's Librarian!Reader, GN!Reader, fluff, smitten reader, smitten Spencer Reid, mutual pining, idiots in love, roomates to lovers
Chapter 4
So, you had the whole plan ready. Virginia has only gotten cooler outside in November, so you made potato soup. Table set with two places and the pot on a clumsily made pot warmer from an elderly regular at the library. Sitting anxiously in your chair and watching the clock, your knee shakes with a mix of nerves and impatience, Spencer ought to be home within the next few minutes. You’ve replayed every possible outcome of -The Kiss Conversation™- in your head, how badly it could ruin everything, or how perfect it could be. Truthfully, you’re terrified of how this could go, but to be fair, he kissed you first, so if you misread the conversation, it was probably his fault. Holy shit, what if you misread things? Maybe he just felt bad for you, that could totally be it.
You aren’t allowed to finish the thought before the apartment door opens, just the way he does it. How embarrassing is it that you memorized the way he opens the front door? Nonetheless he walks into the kitchen, probably smelling the food and getting ready to get his fill. But when he sees you, he turns on his heel, already trying to walk out but you push your chair back and get up.
“Wait, Spencer please!”
You almost cringe at how pathetic you know you sound, but the whiney plea is enough to get him to turn back towards you.
“Spencer, please can we talk?”
Clearly you must’ve turned the pity up, because he lets out a little sigh and sets his messenger bag on the floor. Almost like bracing himself he takes a seat in a chair and starts loading up his bowl as if keeping his mouth full could save him. Lucky you, it doesn’t. Exhaling a little huff, you sit down as well and make your own bowl.
“What did the kiss mean for you?”
Your questioning is blunt and straight to the point, but you know he’d prefer that over beating around the bush, and to be fair it saves you from possibly being embarrassing when trying to fill silence.
“It was a kiss.”
Spencer keeps it short as well, not giving a proper answer, but you both know it would probably be easier to rip the band aid off.
“I personally did not believe your date showed you the respect nor appreciation you deserved. I apologize if it was out of line for me to do, and I will gladly move out if it would make you more comfortable.”
There’s a long silence between the two of you, on his end due to being too flustered to continue but still taking big bites of soup. You on the other hand are suffering from dry mouth and everything around you being fuzzy. Was he jealous of Brighton? He clearly didn’t like the fact that you weren’t treated properly. You can half hear him complimenting the soup, which was canned but he likely was trying to make things less awkward. Once it registers how long you must’ve been staring, you quickly sit up straight.
“No, no please. I didn’t mind at all. Actually, I truly do like you. A lot.”
“Oh.”
There! You said the words you’ve been holding back for a while, and you get met with a noncommittal, nondescriptive, non-ANYTHING, response? Your face drops, and Spencer noticed immediately and continues.
“Not ‘oh’. I didn’t mean it like that. I like you too, I just- well you’re so you. Y’know?”
He’s so obviously nervous, but why? He’s an actual genius in the FBI, how is he nervous? Instead of responding, you just give him a look, which he takes as an invitation to continue.
“Look, you’re so bubbly and bright, you have an actual social life, I’ve seen nothing but gentleness and kindness from you. And I’m… well I’m me.”
It’s a wonder the poor guy doesn’t have a panic attack right there and then, soup completely forgotten, and picking at the skin around his nails. You don’t hesitate to reach across the table and pull his hands apart, holding his hands firmly. Making eye contact with those big, sweet puppy eyes, you almost feel bad for bringing anything up.
“Dr. Spencer Reid, you’re the most intelligent, thoughtful, and caring man I know. There is no reason to doubt yourself, or my feelings for you.”
He’s practically awestruck, not only did you use his official title, but you described him with such tenderness, you may as well have hung the stars. You’re unsure of what to do next, but of course you don’t have to worry about that because he’s already sliding off his chair and maneuvering around the table. Almost pulling the table train off, he grips the edge of it with one hand, and the other on the side of your chair. Settling on his knees, right in front of you, you’re certain this must be a dream.
“Please, whatever you want, just let me kiss you again. Properly.”
You don’t think twice about yourself getting on the floor as well, arms snaking over his shoulders, fingers mingling with his neatly combed hair. Noses almost touching, the two of you spend a moment just looking into each other’s eyes before your lips meet. This time instead of it being brief and soft, he kisses you intensely. And you match his fervor, his mouth still tasting like the overly sugary coffee you know he constantly drinks. The two of you slow your movements, but you don’t calm them. Boldly, you bite his bottom li, causing him to let out a whine.
Despite the awkwardness of the floor, he scoots back towards the wall, so his hands are free to hold your waist and slip up under your shirt. Inhaling sharply, you make yourself comfortable on his lap with legs on either side of him, hands completely ruining his hair. The kiss only deepens, though the movements are still slower they’re purposeful, and when you finally pull away for air all he can do is stare at you. Honestly, you’re not sure if he’s even taking the time to breathe, but his face is flushed, lips a shiny pink, and slightly puffy. And dear heavens his eyes, it’s absolutely precious how dazed and enamored he looks.
“You look like the sun.”
He seems to have caught his breath finally, at least enough to have said that. Peppering a kiss on each cheek, you can’t help but grin at him.
“Well then you’re my moon, aren’t you?”
Having no shame in your teasing tone, he vigorously nods his head. Although he’s clearly eager for more, you untangle yourself from him. Once your legs have the strength to get up, you pull him up with you. Trying to lead him down the hall, he hesitates with a glance back at the kitchen.
“I’ll clean up, then I swear I’ll be there. No chance I wouldn’t be.”
“No wait, I can help too.”
You know he wants you to let him do it himself, but instead he takes your hand and lets you do a spin. Then the two of you spend probably the next 15 minutes straightening the kitchen out, easy flirty comments flying between the two of you. Despite no official titles have been applied, you both know there’s something between you two.
Authors note: Shaking in excitement for the next chapter, they get freaky and I can't WAIT to publish it next week. 😛
Summary: Fem!Reader X Spencer Reid, feeding my hunger for mommy kink Spencer even tho it's only mentioned once in here😞
Warnings: Edging, sub!Spencer Reid, slight humiliation, praise, good boy, MOMMY KINK, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, proofreading was nowhere to be found.
The chilly apartment has turned warm and humid, at least in your room. A few beads of sweat gather on your top lip but that’s nothing compared to the mess that Spencer is making underneath you. His whole body is covered in sweat, lap a mess of your spit and precum from you pumping his cock off and on for the past hour, and the poor man has drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. He’s starting to cry again, and you almost feel bad but you’re too wet and probably as needy as him.
“C’mon Spence, say please again?”
“No, nonono, you’re going to be mean again…” He’s so whiney and the tears are flooding his eyes, even though you told him no hands, his fingers grasp towards your hips.
“I’m not baby, do it and I’ll let you cum.”
Spencers eyes light up if that’s possible in his pathetic state, hips bucking up to your hand again.
“Please, please let me cum? Anything you want, I’ll do it, please?”
You smile, part of you feels greedy for this but you know he enjoys it just as much as you. Pulling your panties to the side, you already know how soaked you are as you sink down onto his cock. Sighing in relief from your pent up want, that’s nothing compared to Spencers loud whines. The way his hand grip you’re hip you'll probably have marks later, and he’s practically writhing underneath you, his hips thrusting up desperately.
“Awe, being such a good- umph, such a good boy?” You’re trying to tease him, but his thrusts are interrupting you and breaking your focus. He’s still driving himself into you rapidly, eyes glazed over when you move his hands from your hips to your tits. Regaining some control, you push his shoulders to the mattress so he’ll stay still and so you can grind yourself down onto him. It doesn’t last long because Spencer wraps his arms around your back and pull you chest to chest with him, the starts pounding up into you.
“Please, please mommy I won’t last. I’m gonna-”
Mommy? That’s a new one, but you aren’t particularly complaining, if anything you’re too distracted by how good he feels. However you don’t get to orgasm before you feel his cock pulsing, and a warm wet release. He’s babbling apology after apology but you keep trying to grind against him, almost there.
"T-too much, please, 's too much-" Spencer's orgasm seemed to have subsided, and overstimulation starts to kick in. Too much warm wet and tight, but you haven't finished yet and he knows you'll get what you want. You keep going, feeling his cock pressing your g-spot and your clit rubbing against the base of him, and it's starting to get to you as well.
Releasing a whine almost as pathetic as his, you feel yourself cum around him. Despite you collapsing against him limply, he's still whimpering at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him.
The two of you drift to sleep, intertwined, soaked in sweat, but in states of mutual bliss.
Authors note: Chat that was so fun to write but my Tumblr kept glitching so it took forever to upload, praise me or something 🥹
Tags: Spencer Reid X Childrens's Librarian!Reader, GN!Reader, fluff, smitten reader, smitten Spencer Reid, mutual pining, idiots in love, roomates to lovers
Chapter 3
It’s been a week since the kiss, and Spencer has seemingly avoided you at all costs. He still eats anything you leave out for him, or brings you takeout, but the two of you haven’t had any true conversations, or even movie nights. It’s honestly irritating, as well as confusing. Why would he do that? What did the kiss mean to him? For you, it’s only fueled the small crush you had on him, and it’s become distracting. Even at work, you find yourself completely zoned out and replaying the kiss over and over again, as if it’s a movie scene.
Gemma was totally pissed that you blocked and ghosted the date she had set up, but she had to understand, he was honestly an asshole. But she just wouldn’t listen therefore here you are, trudging up the chilly concrete stairway to her new studio apartment, determined to explain everything. And the two of you were best friends all through high school, so you know she’ll want ALL the juicy deets of her replacement.
You don’t even get to knock on the door before it swings open and you’re embraced by what could be considered an actual ball of energy. Stumbling back a bit, Gemma takes in your half amused, half exhausted face. Giving you a sympathetic look, she drags you in.
“You look half dead; Brighton couldn’t have been that bad.”
“No, pretty sure he was. Not his fault I’m like this though.”
The whole apartment is brightly lit, and a completely open space. From the couches she’s dragging you to, you can see the kitchen and the bed, the only closed space is seemingly the bathroom. Once you’ve been pulled onto the couch, Gemma looks at you expectantly like you’re her window to any fresh gossip.
“So? Who? It better not be that gross ass guy in his sixties that keeps trying to be your sugar daddy!”
“Ick! No, gosh. It’s my new roommate.”
The next hour consists of you debriefing every detail you know about Spencer, from the start of you two meeting, to how he’s memorized your Taj’s Cuisine order, or small touches and gestures. All leading up to the post date kiss, which causes Gemma to squeal, stand up on the couch, and proceed to fall over, all in that order. She’s always been good with boys, so it’s no surprise that she is immediately invested.
“OmGOSH, sweetie there’s no way he isn’t into you!”
“Gems, he’s literally ignored me for the past week. Plus, he probably just felt bad for me.”
Why did you think that would subdue her? You doubt anything truly would subdue this girl.
“Uhmm, absolutely not. It’s so clear, he’s probably just nervous over a total catch like you.”
“Okay holy glaze, I just… I dunno. I don’t want to weird him out.”
Noticing how your words devolve into mumbles, Gemma’s hand rubs firm circles on your back. Offering an empathetic hum, she plucks a candy from the little purple bowl on the coffee table, which you must admit you’ve been eyeing the whole time.
“Hun, he’s given you signals. Plenty of them. Just try, put yourself out there for once.”
Ouch, you’ve always been the shyer between the two of you. When she won prom queen, you were on cleanup committee. She had a whole rotation of potential boyfriends, and you had a two-week relationship with some guy from your French class. Even when she went to nursing school and got a whole new circle of friends, you were still her shy little friend becoming a librarian. But no matter what other people’s thoughts were, she still defended you and considered you her best friend.
But maybe she was right, maybe you should be bold for probably the first time ever.
“Okay fine, I’ll try to talk to him or something.”
“Omg, yes!”
The exclamation is paired with a tight hug, and kisses on both cheeks. She was probably more excited about this than you, especially considering you were dreading this. The rest of the afternoon was spent by the two of you talking about her bum of a boyfriend, or the drama at both of y’all’s workplaces. Note to self, nurses can be so catty and should NOT be trusted.
Authors note: Sorry for the short chapter, but I PROMISE next week's upload will be long AND good. (That is indeed what she said)
