#spencer reid fluff and angst
stupidity of man
WC: 3.3k
Relationship: Sugar Daddy! Spencer Reid x GN!AFAB! Reader
Warnings: Mentions/Fears of Death, Thigh Riding, Mentions of Casework, Penetrative Sex
A/N: When I wrote this chapter, I was struggling with not only continuing to write but also if writing a GN reader was for me. Oftentimes I would just find myself making Bee more NB than GN and then othertimes, I felt like people would only read this and get the feeling like Bee is a girl. In reality, I write Bee as someone who just exists and that’s cool. You can see them however you want :]
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“Idiot!” Y/N hissed at Spencer. They were livid. Y/N’s face was bright red and their hands were balled into fists at their side. “Do you know what I thought when I got the call from you and then you just stopped responding to the paramedics? I thought you were dead!”
Spencer sighed, raising a hand to press against Y/N’s cheek. They leaned into his palm. “I’m sorry,” Spencer said softly.
Y/N’s hand pressed against his. “I know you are. It’s not your fault. You just gotta be a hero, huh?”
Spencer nodded with a soft smile on his lips. Y/N’s rolled their eyes and flicked Spencer’s forehead; Spencer fake winced. “Well, next time don’t end up with bruised ribs, burns and ear damage, okay? My face is too pretty to be marred by stress from worrying about you!”
“You forgot a concussion.” Y/N glared at him like hellfire. “Alright, alright. I’ll be more careful. Now, I would really like a kiss, please.”
They pouted at him and shifted closer till Spencer could press a kiss against their lips. Spencer’s hands trailed down their shoulders to wrap tightly around their waist. Y/N sighed into the kiss as Spencer pulled them into his lap.
The two were now at Spencer’s apartment, with Spencer sitting on his bed while Y/N stood between his thighs. Y/N had shown up as fast as they could after work.
“Spencer,” Y/N sighed contentedly as his lips pressed warm kisses to the column of their throat, “You’re hurt.”
“I don’t care,” Spencer stated while dancing his fingers under Y/N’s shirt to pull it over their head. Spencer noticed something as his hands trail down their form; yes, he had spotted the scar before, but he hadn’t realized how obvious it was. He didn’t pay any attention to it, there was no reason to ask and make them feel uncomfortable.
Y/N’s eyes fluttered to a close as they gave in to the brush of Spencer’s lips against their neck and his hands palming down their thighs. Their fingers laced into his hair before they huffed out a sigh, pulling away. “You’re hurt,” they mumble.
Spencer hummed. He buried his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck, “I want to be close to you, pain is manageable.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, pleasure is commonly known to cancel out pain.”
Y/N cheekily smiled at him. “Let’s get rid of your pain then, yeah?”
Spencer pulled them from their feet, not into his lap, but onto his thigh. He placed a kiss to their lips: deep, but gentle and soft.
Someone, not privy to what their relationship was, might have called it a loving kiss.
Y/N broke from the kiss to press their lips against Spencer’s neck. Licking and sucking, they nibbled against his jaw. As if they could try to make Spencer ignore the way their legs and hips slowly shifted on his thigh.
His hands stoked through Y/N’s hair before tapping on the upside of their thigh, “What are you doing?”
They pulled away to look at him and Spencer smiled as he watched them internally panic. “I- I’m just kissing you.”
“Are you sure?” his fingers moved up their thigh as if they were walking. Y/N quickly nodded, eliciting Spencer to laugh. “If you want to ride my thigh, you just have to ask.”
Y/N swallowed before looking up at Spencer through their lashes. His breath caught in his throat at how doe eyed and innocent they looked.
“May I please ride your thigh, daddy?”
Spencer smiled sweetly at them, lust running through his veins like burning lava, “Of course, I just have one little question first. Okay, angel?” Y/N nodded and Spencer continued. “I was wondering how you’d feel about being called something gendered, like, princess?”
When Y/N tensed and Spencer knew he’d asked the wrong question.
“Shit. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, I-”
“Spencer,” Y/N interrupted all sugary and soft, cutting him off as they gently placed their hands on his cheeks, “I freeze when I think, sometimes. It’s okay, take a deep breath for me?”
He nodded and followed Y/N in a few exaggerated breaths. “You were in a traumatizing event, it’s okay if you need some time. Tell me, what do you need?”
“Actually, other people have been in worse situations. I have been in worse situations. Really, I’m fine.”
“SSA Doctor Spencer Reid, look at me.” Y/N’s voice was on the verge of frustration as they lightly tapped Spencer’s cheeks with the pads of their fingers. “Your hurt is real, don’t brush it off. You’re not fine and that’s okay. On Sunday, you took care of me, no questions asked. Please, let me help you. You can’t be the only one with a hero complex, you know?”
Spencer laughed at that, knowing that there were tears on the edge of his eyes. “First, you didn’t have to use my full title. Second, I do not have a hero complex.”
“If you say so, babe. Now. You still haven’t answered my question.”
“You haven’t answered mine!” Spencer shot back. His hands rested on Y/N’s waist and rubbed circles into their skin.
“Ok. No, I would not mind being called princess. That’s it though. Anything else gendered would make me uncomfy.” Y/N’s pinkies ran underneath Spencer’s jawline and their thumbs traced the curve of his cheek. Their hands were only a little cold, but still left Spencer’s face and cheeks warm.
“Plenty of people like to be called princess. One of my guy friends told me that they used to like being called princess. It doesn’t feel like being misgendered, despite its feminine suffix,” Y/N continued. “Thank you for asking me if I would be comfortable, it means a lot.”
Spencer leaned back, using his grip on Y/N’s waist to pull them with him. They both flopped on the bed with Y/N’s head moving to lay on his chest. His hands and arms wrapped tighter around their waist. “This. I need this.”
Y/N rolled off of Spencer. He watched as they kicked off their shoes and shucked off their pants onto the floor. Instead of moving back to their place on Spencer’s chest, they moved to the top of the bed and slid under the cover.
They tapped their hands on the space beside them and Spencer wasted no time clambering next to Y/N. They pulled at each other till they were chest to chest and their noses were brushing.
Spencer pushed forward, his hands moving to their hair as he kissed them. Y/N hummed into the kiss as they tried to move closer, hands inching along to glide across Spencer’s back and sides. It was not frantic, like it was before - if that could even be called frantic - but it was different. It was softer and something intangible had shifted, but not changed. No. Everything was still the same.
Somehow, Spencer found himself wishing something had changed. That the murmurs of words that he pressed into Y/N were more than just a sound, frequency or vibration. His hands were pulling off Y/N’s pants and he was wondering if it would be easier to end the two of them right now or let himself succumb to an emotion that was notwelcomed,despite how much he wanted it to be, and get hurt in the long run.
He made his decision by pulling Y/N impossibly closer with his hands. Spencer pressed his thigh up as Y/N ground down on it, their hips shifting as they chased their pleasure. He nuzzled his head into the place where their shoulder met their neck, he nipped and kissed at the skin there, listening to the sounds flowing from Y/N’s lips.
Spencer sucked at the base of their neck while Y/N rode his thigh faster. Their breathing was harsher and Spencer could tell they were on the verge of release.
“Look at you, you’re being so good for daddy right now.”
Thus, with his praising words, Y/N’s eyes fell shut and their mouth opened in a soundless moan as they came, hips stilling on Spencer’s leg. Spencer then used his leg to pry their thighs open enough to slide his hand into the front of their underwear, using two fingers between their folds to gather some of their wetness. He brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, muttering softly, “Delicious.”
Y/N watched him with parted lips and hazy eyes. Spencer pressed a quick kiss to the tip of Y/N’s nose and then their lips, before shifting the two of them so that his back was against the wall and Y/N’s legs were on either side of him. He pushed his hands from the side of Y/N’s leg by their knee all the way to their hips to pull down their underwear.
“Not fair,” Y/N pouted while messing with the buttons on Spencer’s shirt. “I’m all naked and you’re completely dressed.”
He hummed offhandedly, “Do you want to undress me?”
Y/N nodded, “Yes please, daddy.”
“Okay baby, go ahead.”
Y/N’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt to place their hands on his chest, then pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. He did the rest by pulling it off his arms and tossing it to the side; Y/N used that time to pull down his pants, not all the way though, they both now had the urgency to get back to being close together.
Y/N ground softly onto Spencer’s dick as he ran the head of it through their folds, gathering the wetness that had accumulated there. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck to hold his hair as Spencer slowly buried himself into Y/N. Their chests were pressed together, bringing them closer, both physically and emotionally.
It felt so good to be cared for, Spencer noted. Even if the person caring for you didn’t feel the same way. For Spencer, being with Y/N was enough: holding them, kissing them, taking them on lavish dates. That reminded him, he should take them somewhere tonight if it was not too late, of course. It was only a fleeting thought, before he didn’t really think anymore.
If he did think, beyond praises for Y/N, it would be a choir and echo of ‘I think love you.’
“So good for me, princess,” he breathed out as his pace picked up, Spencer’s hands practically slamming Y/N down onto him. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you. I kind of wish I didn’t, it would be so much easier to not.’
Spencer couldn’t bear to hear Y/N’s voice, not when a fake version of it in his mind was saying that they loved him too. So, he took two of his fingers and tapped them against Y/N’s lips.
“Suck,” Spencer ordered, groaning when they opened their mouth to do so greedily.
Spencer’s index and middle fingers drew in and out of their mouth while the others wrapped around the hollow of their cheek and their chin. It was much easier to make the sight of Y/N so erotic than to let this, whatever this was, be an almost romantic memory.
He pulled his fingers from their mouth to rub their clit, not stopping his almost, if not only mentally, loving pace. They weren’t fucking, but they weren’t making love either, it was a mix between the two that Spencer liked more than he’d ever admit.
Y/N was looking at him with such glistening eyes and he felt his heart flutter. Spencer’s only intent was to make them feel good, so he thrusted up into Y/N a little bit faster, while bringing their hips down a little harsher.
Y/N couldn’t help but release a few moans, throwing their head back as their pleasure grew unbearably strongly.
“Come for me, baby.”
Y/N’s body obeyed and came a few seconds before Spencer did, but he ignored his own pleasure to the best of his ability to help Y/N ride their wave. Their body went limp on Spencer and he pressed a kiss near their hairline. Y/N came back to life with an airy and carefree giggle; it was so sweet that Spencer almost forgot his woes.
“Mmm,” Y/N hummed as their cheek pressed against Spencer’s shoulder, “I forgot it could be like that.”
Spencer crooked his neck the best he could to look at them. “Like what?”
They shrugged flippantly; Spencer could tell that there was something they were not saying, but let it slide. After all, he wouldn’t want them to question him about anything.
“Hey,” Spencer said softly after a few minutes of cuddling like they were, him still buried inside of Y/N. “Let’s go out to eat.”
Y/N pulled back to look at him with a confused expression. “It’s too late to get a reservation and I’m not in the mood for fast food or delivery.”
“I know someone who can get us a reservation at say…” Spencer paused to look at his bedside clock; it was currently six fifty-six, “… Ten?”
“That’s enough time for me to get home and get all dolled up,” Y/N noted.
Spencer nodded, “Enough time for me to call in my favor and get us our reservation, too.”
Y/N smiled widely, “I should move and clean up then.”
He shook his head. Spencer would never make someone clean themselves up after sex, it was in the general moral conduct not to! “Please,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on Y/N’s forehead, “Let me.”
“Anything for you,” Y/N sighed dramatically.
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“Hey, Pen.” Spencer said as the phone picked up.
“Hello, hello, my love. To what do I owe this call from my favorite G-Man?” Garcia replied, as bubbly as ever.
“I’d like to cash in a favor, if possible.”
“Honey, I’m a miracle worker. With me, anything is possible. Now, spit it out! Full story or whatever you want is no bueno.”
Spencer sighed into the phone receiver. “I told you about the person I’m in a relationship with, right? Well, I’m taking them to dinner tonight and was wondering if you could hack into a restaurant and out my last name down for a reservation at ten?”
“Pshhh, easy peasy lemon squeezy, babe. First. I want every detail. Momma doesn’t work for free, you know?” Penelope knew how to get her way and Spencer could never lie to someone who had worked around profilers. She wasn’t a trained one, but needed a good eye on the computers to decide if a guy fit the profile or not.
His free hand moved around his shirts in his wardrobe to find the right one. “They happen to be the first responder I called on Tuesday. That doesn’t matter though, they’re more than some random person that texted me or someone that I’ve gone on a few dates with. I’m in love with them and it’s fucking scary.”
Penelope hummed on the line, “Tell them how you feel, it’ll hurt you if you get rejected, but in the long run…”
“No!” he interrupted, “I can’t. I don’t care that it hurts me that Y/N could never feel the same way, I want to make us last, so that I can love them longer.”
“It seems as though I can’t help you with advice then. I can get you your reservation, though.”
“Thanks Garcia, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
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Y/N decided that they wanted to drive themself to the restaurant and back, instead of Spencer picking them up and dropping them off. That was fine with Spencer because he was planning on using the metro anyway.
Except for that when he was just about to enter the subway he paused and turned around. Guess his subconscious wanted him to drive, then.
Spencer showed up first, having already left for the subway early just in case. Luckily his hacked reservation went through and he was able to get seated, hassle free. When the hostess tried to seat him at a table where Y/N would be across from him, he politely asked to be seated at a booth, which led him to be met with a raised eyebrow and a ‘Follow me, then, sir.’
After that he could do nothing but wait till Y/N were to show up. He took that time to scan over the menu, two times - if two was the equivalent of thirty, of course.
Eventually, Y/N was being led by the hostess to the table, who then said that the waiter would be there soon.
“Hey, hey,” Y/N grinned while sliding in next to Spencer. Their hands quickly laced together as Spencer took a moment to admire what they were wearing. Their hair was styled perfectly and they were dressed to the nines. The light glinting off of their nails showed that they had put on shiny clear nail polish with the pinkies being a dark, wine red that matched their outfit.
“Red looks nice on you,” he mused in lieu of a greeting.
Y/N grinned at him with a soft ‘thank you’ before looking at their menu. They glanced through it, tongue between their lips as they decided. Spencer was waiting for them to choose what they wanted to eat before picking the wine, that way it would fit with whatever they both decided on.
When the waiter came over, Spencer asked Y/N what they were having. Their dish paired best with a white wine, which was lucky considering that was what Spencer’s also best paired with.
Just as the two were getting ready to place their main dishes, Spencer’s work phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and was rewarded with a call from Emily, likely about an emergency case or so. The phone was brought to his ear and he listened to Emily, shooting a look to Y/N that screamed “sorry.”
Y/N deflated as Spencer pulled the phone away. “Guess we’ll have to postpone?”
Spencer nodded, “I’m so sorry, you can still stay here and eat, I—”
“No! Only sad weirdos have their dates leave them and then eat alone,” Y/N pouts, arms crossing their chest. “We’ll both leave at the same time, make it look like it was our idea?”
His brows furrowed, “Our idea?” Y/N moved closer to Spencer and slid their legs over Spencer’s lap, their hands traveled across his chest and shoulders. “Oh,” Spencer breathed.
Their lips connected in a hasty kiss that was not entirely for show. Spencer chuckled, “You’re insatiable!”
Y/N hummed. “You don’t mind. Now, let’s leave, shall we?”
“We shall.”
Spencer and Y/N walked out of the restraint with Spencer’s arm curled around Y/N’s waist, pulling them close. The two ignored the baffled states of the staff.
They parted for their own vehicles with a kiss, Spencer opting to drive to Quantico.
Emily had briefly talked about the case. Six victims, evolving MO, with nothing but victim and crime scene profiling for evidence.
Apparently, the only reason they weren’t connected beforehand was the different victims. One would be a pair of women, differing ages, both white. While the next pair would be a non-binary individual and a man, different in both race and age.
The only thing making them done by the same unsub was the single black feather left behind by the perp.
It was, to say the least, peculiar.
Even more so once there was digging done behind the pairs.
To Spencer, this all seemed too familiar.
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