Even Better Than You Imagined.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader. no use of y/n.
summary: The cute guy you read with at the open-late coffee shop just showed up at your door step. Bonding over a book series together, you've been developing your crush on him for quite some time. When he shows up unannounced after leaving the airport, his first time in your apartment is nothing like what you had imagined.
cw/tags: fluff, smut, meet-cute, coffee shop, nervous and shy spencer, nervous and shy reader
ive been writing fics for many, many years, but i am finally posting! hope you enjoy!
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There was a first time for everything.
You had pictured what the first time seeing Spencer Reid standing in your apartment would look like on many occasions. Those imaginations had looked drastically different to the situation currently playing out.
In your fantasies about the cute boy you'd sit and read with at the coffee shop, you were dolled up, confident and glowing.
Instead of that lacy black dress you had always wanted him to see you in, you were wearing your well loved, over-sized band shirt. The one with the collar so stretched out it hung lazily off your shoulder.
Instead of the heels you practiced walking in around your apartment, slouched mismatched fuzzy socks. You found yourself repeatedly tugging at the hems of your shorts, hot pink with sleeping sloths printed on them. Caught between trying to cover yourself up from their less-than-modest fit, and trying not to let him see the years old pjs, you resorted to pulling your t-shirt over your knees when you sat onto the rug.
Your lack of preparedness was due to Spencer deciding a sudden intrusion was necessary, as your favorite author had leaked an early preview to the next novel in her series.
That was the topic that took up the majority of the conversations between you two. At least, it was always the jumping off point.
The only local cafe that stayed open overnight had been a place for you two to cross paths on occasion. Though you couldn’t understand why the business made the decision to stay open- it surely couldn’t make much of a profit when you two were often the only ones in the cafe- you were grateful. It was a place of solace for you on the late nights you couldn’t get your eyes to shut. A place to get out of the house without the overwhelm and anxiety that came with the public.
You had retreated there one night with a sole goal in your mind, diving into your book. A week of overwhelm had left your thoughts spinning, and you needed to disappear.
The few patrons stopping in to grab a cup of coffee did little to distract you. Night shift workers you assumed, came in a wave to pick up but never sat down. An hour later, the door stopped chiming, your only company the rustling of the barista working in the backroom.
So when you heard the door chime again, after being alone in the cafe for quite some time, you had a good idea of who had entered before you even looked up.
The young man with fluffy brown hair and soft purple rings permanently laid under his eyes. His cardigan and tie perfectly adjusted, always made you question your own choice of baggy sweats.
You’d shared glances and tight lipped smiles many times. Warm recognition had settled between you two, a mutual understanding of why someone would be at a place like this while the rest of the city slept.
He met your eyes and gave you a nod, which you returned. He approached the counter, the barista coming out from the backroom to greet him and take his order. You let your gaze linger on him as he fumbled through his satchel to retrieve his wallet, making sure to reabsorb yourself into your book before he caught you staring.
You re-read the same page over and over again, trying to will away the blush creeping onto your cheeks over the embarrassment of this cute stranger causing you such distraction. Finally, you fall back into rhythm, drifting away into your story.
It wasn’t long until that rhythm was broken.
Startled by the sound of steps approaching, you snapped your head up from your book. You met his gaze- or rather found his eyes as they flickered from you, to your book, to the ground and back again.
“Your book”, he started, a slight tremble in his voice, “it's the third in the series, yes?”
“Um yes, it is. Have you read it?”
He smiled and looked down to the floor, “Yes actually, the fourth one is my favorite. So you have that to look forward to.”
You stammered, trying to think of a response. As often as you hoped to make the cute stranger’s acquaintance, you didn't believe it would ever actually happen.
So you said the first thing you could think of. You asked him his name.
Since officially meeting Spencer, you had caught up to the newest novel of the book series, as well as having saved his number to your phone, and meeting at the cafe when your busy lives permitted. You would sit and read together, enjoying each other’s easy company. He would bring a satchel full of books, flying through them at a much faster rate than you were able, but still made sure to discuss with you everything you were reading. What had started as dissecting novels, turned into long late night conversations, which somewhere along the way formed into a close friendship. Spencer was a kind, thoughtful listener of course, but your favorite moments spent together were when you got to return the favor. Hearing about what he had been doing at work, his commentary on the books and other art, learning more each time he spoke about the way his mind worked, it was the thing you looked forward to the most.
You were shocked, that as intelligent as he was, he still made it abundantly clear that he valued your input. When dissecting a novel, he challenged you, but he always took the opportunity to let you challenge him back. Luckily, it was rare that others sat in the cafe, lest they be privy to your heated discussions.
Which is what had led him to your doorstep. Many times he had walked you home from the cafe, stating his reasoning for doing so that it was his duty to see you home safe in the dark of night. But of course, you had never been brave enough to invite him in.
So instead of the night you had been imagining, a night where you would get prettied up and finally work up the courage to invite him in for coffee, Spencer was now standing at your door asking to come in.
You were shocked to see him. You were shocked to hear a knock on the door at all actually, not expecting a visitor so late.
“Spence! What are you doing here?”
Before properly responding, he looked up and down the length of your body. It was quick, but you caught it. He met your eyes again as you prayed he wouldn’t notice the blush already taking over your face.
“A preview to the next novel was leaked, I saw it posted when we landed at the airport. I wanted to come over right away, so I could show you. Can I come in?”
“Of course!” you chided, mentally scolding yourself for the state of your apartment.
Spencer sat his laptop down onto the coffee table in your living room, sitting on the rug to open up the preview. You joined next to him, your shoulders bumping as you leaned over to see the screen.
Typically at the cafe, you sat across from each other. Sitting this close, with this proximity, his scent was intoxicating. You scooted away an inch in fear of coming off as a creep.
You could see him take in a deep breath, gearing up for all the information he was excited to tell you. You chimed in before he could start.
“Spencer, I’m very excited to read this, but can I ask, why didn’t you just text it to me? Or ask to meet at the cafe?”
You giggled lightly at the absurdity of him showing up entirely unannounced.
His excited face dropped. He seemed to be also realizing the absurdity of this situation just now.
“Oh, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have just shown up like this. Do you want me to leave?”
“No, no!” you protested, afraid you had made him seem unwelcome. “I am happy to see you. I was just shocked, that's all.”
“I guess it is just that- well when I saw the notification I thought of you, and wanted to talk to you about it as soon as possible. I mean, I owe it to you for getting me into the series.”
You nodded, before slightly cocking your head in confusion.
“Wait Spence, what do you mean? I thought you read the series before me. That’s why you talked through it with me.”
His eyes widened slightly, before shutting tightly and hanging his head down. He rubbed the back of his neck and started to chuckle.
“Um, actually, I finished the series before you. You had started reading it before I did.”
The puzzled look on your face only remained. “But, how do you know that? And how does that mean I got you into it?”
He rubbed his hands over his face before turning to you. “I had seen you while you were reading the first book of the series in the cafe. So… I went home and read the entire series myself.”
“Oh”, was all you could think to respond. Why would he do that? Did he really want a reason to talk to you? Had he noticed you in the same way you had noticed him?
Your silence had clearly sent him into an overdrive of worry. His apologies started spilling out, “I am sorry, that probably sounds so weird. I’ve probably totally just freaked you out. I just wanted a reason to talk to you- well not just a reason to talk to you, I genuinely enjoy the series. That’s a plus of this, the series, you, and talking to you about the series-”
“Spence, it's okay”, you cut him off, pausing his spiral. “That’s actually really sweet. I’m just glad you actually approached me. I had wanted to talk to you for a long time too…”
Now, he was the silent one. He stared at your face, studying. Normally, his eyes darted every which way as he spoke, but right now they were completely focused.
Your face started to burn under his gaze. He was looking at you so intensely, sitting so close. You let out a nervous giggle.
“God Spence, now you're making me feel like the creep.” You looked down at your lap and fidgeted with your fingers.
He rested his hand over yours to still your movement. You looked up at him through your lashes, the intensity of his stare still strong.
“No, sorry, it is just that- well I didn’t know that. That… feels good to know that you thought that too.”
Your swirling mixture of excitement and nervousness was unbearable, vibrating in your chest. You were using every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from pouncing straight into his lap. In an attempt to diffuse, you took a big inhale and straightened up, focusing yourself on the screen in front of you.
“Stop making me wait!” you teased, gently slapping his knee. “I can’t wait any longer. I have to read this now.”
He sure was making it difficult to read.
You could feel him watching you. When you had turned to the screen, his observation of you never ceased. You could feel him drinking in every detail about you, and it was driving you crazy.
You scanned the text in front of you, taking in little to none of the meaning. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Spencer’s leg begin to shake, nervously bouncing his knee.
You turned to look at him. He quickly looked down towards his lap, realizing he’d been caught staring.
“Sorry, I’m distracting you aren't I? Here, I can go fix us some coffee to give you some room.”
He began to stand up, but you gently caught hold of his wrist. He was towering above you. Looking down at you, he became incredibly still.
“Spence… don’t go. It's nice having you here.”
Slowly, he lowered back down to the ground. He sat closer than before, his crossed leg pressed up against yours.
You didn’t bother attempting to look back at the screen. You just let your hand rest, palm facing upwards, his wrist still resting on yours.
You couldn’t bear to break the contact.
You feared he was able to read your mind, that the desire was so evident it was dripping off of you. You knew now, you could no longer resist.
And just before you caved, Spencer acted first. He reached up to place his hand on the back of your neck. He held your eye contact intently, searching your eyes for approval.
You felt as though the electricity of his touch against you might burn a hole through your skin.
When he confirmed the plea in your eyes, his fingers slid up your neck and tangled into your hair, pulling you closer to him. With a sharp courage inducing inhale, he leaned in, crashing his lips into yours.
The taste of him made you dizzy. Frantically, your body craving the connection, you reached your hands onto any part of him you could find. You started at his shoulders, feeling your way down his arms before holding onto his wrist, stabilizing yourself and eliciting a strengthening of his grasp onto you.
Much to your dismay, he pulled away, though he didn't go far.
Still holding on tight, he breathed, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
A smile took over your face. “Me too.”
He smiled back, leaning back in for more. You cupped your hands around his face and felt the warmth from the blush on his cheeks.
Then, as though he was trying to torture you, you felt his hand hold onto your knee.
With the rhythm of your kisses, of your bodies inching closer, his hand found his way farther up onto your thigh.
His fingertips sunk into the thickness, holding on, kneading them with desperation.
He moved the other hand out of your hair, grabbing onto your other thigh. This filled you with dangerous levels of desire, want, no- need.
You disconnected from the kiss, resting your forehead onto his.
In between heavy breaths, “Spence…”
“I- I’m sorry, I got carried away. Is this too much-”, he started to pull his hands away.
You brought your hands quickly down to his, moving them back up onto your thighs.
“No”, you insisted, “stay.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice.
He kneaded his fingers back into the soft spots of your flesh, wrapping them around to catch the back of your thighs, guiding up to your hips and waist. He made sure to squeeze and hold onto every soft part of you, grasping onto you with desperation.
Then he completely disconnected. He raised to stand over you. An embarrassing whine left your lips, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him, according to the small smirk on his face as he peered down at you.
His neck craned down to look at you beneath him on the floor, your eyes looking up at him through hooded, dazy lids.
Slowly, he rested a hand onto your head, caressing you and petting your hair.
His voice barely above a whisper, “You don’t know how often I’ve thought about this since I met you.”
If it was any fraction of how often you had thought of him, it was plenty.
He grabbed under your chin, pulling you up slightly toward him. You scrambled up onto your knees.
He walked, nudging your legs with his shoes, guiding you to scoot back. You did until your back rested against the couch, and he walked in closer.
Your eyes, you couldn’t help yourself, you had to look down. As much as it pained you to break his eye contact, you had to scan down his body to lay your eyes on what was in front of you.
Tortuously close to your face, the imprint of him pressed against his pants. The strain against his trousers hypnotizing you. You were afraid you would begin to drool.
After letting you stare, he tapped your chin back upwards.
“Do you… do you want me?” he asked.
Eagerly, you nodded your head.
You reached up, embarrassment for your need no longer a consideration of yours. You placed your hands on his belt, tugging. You stuck your lower lip out slightly, pouting for him to give you what you wanted.
Frantically, he started to undo his belt, his shaking hands struggling with the task.
Yanking it out from the loops, he dropped it to the floor. As his hands began work on the buttons of his shirt, you knew you couldn’t wait any longer.
You palmed his bulge on your way to undoing his button and zipper. You saw the shudder it sent through his body, the stutter in the movement of his hands. As you peeled the zipper down, he discarded his shirt, heat radiating off of him.
Grabbing onto the sides of his pants you pulled down, exposing his underwear and relieving some of the constriction. He kicked his pants away, and held your face in his hands.
He cupped your cheeks, causing your face to slightly squish and your mouth to pout.
Licking your lips, you grabbed onto his underwear, pulling them down. The elastic pulled his erection down, before his cock finally sprung free, slapping against his stomach.
You looked in awe. The thickness of his cock was incomprehensible for his slender frame. Veins ran up his length, his tip swaying when his dick twitched.
Taking as long as you were to admire him, he asked,
“I- yes. I am very alright. I just…” your voice trailed off.
“What is it?” he asked, a slight shake in his tone.
Eyes still transfixed, you bluntly stated, “I am so excited.”
He chuckled in relief at your response. Not being able to hold out for any longer, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, causing him to take in a sharp inhale.
“Oh my goodness…”, he muttered.
You licked a stripe up his cock, pausing to give him a sweet kiss on his tip. He twitched in your hand, and intensified his grip onto your face, smushing your cheeks and pulling you forward.
You took him into your mouth, your moan muffled as you relished in the taste of him. Desperate for as much contact as possible, you went down until he hit the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water.
He looked down at you, mouth agape, grunts of pleasure escaping his lips.
As you licked, kissed, and devoured his length, your lashes fluttered. Desire built in the pit of your stomach. A clawing inside of you begged for more.
He threw his head back and held your face down onto his length, stilling your movement. For a moment, he soaked in the warmth of your mouth.
Unable to properly inhale, you grew dizzy held so far onto his cock. Finally relenting, he pulled away.
Spencer turned to sit on the couch and grabbed your arms to guide you up to him. You swung your legs to straddle yourself onto his lap, a thin layer of fabric the only thing separating the two of you.
You threw your arms around his neck. Involuntarily, your hips grinded down into his lap, your dire need for contact pushing you down.
Pausing you, he gripped your hips and raised you slightly, before reaching down to move your shorts aside.
You weren’t wearing underwear. His fingers found contact with you, and began delicately tracing, collecting the wetness that had been building.
Your mouth fell open, the touch euphoric.
“Spencer…” you breathed, your mind full of only him.
He caught his name on your mouth in a kiss, pushing a finger inside of you. You moaned into his mouth, and he reciprocated.
While rubbing you, he sighed, “You feel so good.”
Slowly pulling his hand away, he held onto your elbows, beckoning you to lift your arms.
“Can you please stand for me?”
Agonizingly you pulled yourself off of his lap, standing in front of him with your arms still raised in the air.
He met you standing, running his hands up your sides and arms as he peered down at you. Leaning down to reach your shorts, he tugged them down, causing them to fall to your ankles. He then grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head and tossing it to the side.
You lowered your arms. He stepped back slightly, studying every inch of you now fully unclothed.
“You… you are so beautiful.”
You smiled sheepishly at the compliment. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shy under his gaze.
All you could muster was a quiet “Thank you”, your excitement and nervousness palpable. Being watched by him made every part of you buzz with anticipation.
He stepped closer, grabbing ahold of your wrist and wrapping your arms around him, leaning into your embrace. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he rested his chin on top of your head, you nuzzling your face into his chest.
“I’m serious. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
You craned your head up toward him, your heart swelling with emotion. All words seemingly failing you, you raised onto your tiptoes to meet him again in a kiss.
Feverishly, his hands searched all over you as you two kissed, determined to reach every part of you he could possibly grasp. You began to step backwards, stumbling to the door of your bedroom, never letting go of your hold onto him.
He wrapped his arm around the small of your back and gently laid you down onto the bed, your legs dangling off the edge. He stood, running his hands down your body in adoration.
“You are so soft.” He noted, eliciting another smile from you.
“And you are so handsome.”
His blush intensified. “You really mean that?”
You really meant it. In awe of getting to share this moment with him, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
“Yes. I really do. You are so handsome, Spencer.”
With that, he firmed his hold onto your thighs, and lowered his knees to the ground. All while holding the contact of your stare, he peppered kisses across your legs, reaching up to cup handfuls of your ass, worshipping your body laid before him.
He kissed your inner thighs, making his way to where you needed his touch most. Flicking out his tongue, he moaned into you, satiating his hunger.
The intensity of your pleasure was unbearable. You laid your head back, covering your mouth with your hands and screwing your eyes shut. As he took his time devouring you, your whines came out muffled through your fingers, unable to stop the noises he was drawing out of you.
He raised to lean back over you, hands finding your waist. He delicately grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your face.
“Please”, he asked, “I really want to hear you.”
You nodded your head in agreement, mind swimming with bliss.
He leaned in to you to kiss your neck, his cock making contact with you. Bucking your hips up toward him, you whined with need.
He lifted his head to meet your eyes.
He held onto your hip with one hand, and grasped his cock in the other, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing inside of you.
Being filled with him sent your brain spinning, your eyes falling closed as your body gave into your moans. Before sliding fully in, he cupped a hand around your face.
“Please, open your eyes. I want to look at you.”
You obliged, forcing your eyes open and looking into his. His lips found yours again, and you held onto each other tight as he thrusted into you.
You wrapped your legs around him, desperate to have him as close to you as possible. His lips parted, moans escaping his lips as your bodies melted together.
In perfect rhythm you breathed, absorbing each other in embrace. The pleasure built and grew so intensely, you couldn’t hold on much longer.
You tried so hard to speak, stuttering, forgetting how to form words as the sensation took over your mind.
You whined his name, as it was all you could manage. Repeating it like a mantra, you moaned, “Spencer, Spencer I-”
“Me too”, he breathed, understanding your pleas.
You grabbed onto his face, needing to look into his eyes as it happened.
You began to unravel, reaching the height of your bliss, and just then you felt him come undone, before pulling out and shooting ropes onto your stomach.
You both panted, catching your breath. He fell down onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling your face into his chest.
You both laid there quietly, listening to the steadying of your breath, feeling the slowing thump of his heartbeat.
Finally, you managed to open your eyes, and turned to look up toward him. You found him already looking down at you, watching you as he absentmindedly twirled a piece of your hair.
“Hi”, you said to him with a shy smile, the realization of what just happened filling you with a giddy satisfaction.
“Hi”, he responded, a smirk creeping onto his lips.
As he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, you took a deep, content breath, and realized this night was so much better than anything you could’ve imagined.
There was a first time for everything. Now that you had gotten to experience this time with Spencer, you pictured what more was to come.
