Broken Showers

Spencer Reid x Reader

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You hadn’t spoken to your colleague and boyfriend the whole ride back to your apartment building. You were pissed at him and he knew it.

“Y/N…. ” Spencer began and you shot him a look. Now was not the time, not whilst you were driving.

So he waited until you were home, following you into your apartment, two floors below his. It was one days like this that you wished you’d never followed his recommendation and moved into his building. You just wanted to be angry at him for a bit, take a shower and go to bed.

“Y/N please…. You can’t get annoyed at me everytime I do my job,” he looked at you with puppy dog eyes - the eyes he’d come to learn over the five months you’d been officially dating - worked on you almost every time.

Not this God damn time though.

“I’m not annoyed that you did your job. Because you DIDN’T! You defied a direct order from Hotch and put yourself in danger!” you glared at him, kicking your boots off angrily.

“Yes but it paid off didn’t it?”

He didn’t get it did he?

“It doesn’t matter that it paid off. You defied an order. Spencer, anything could have happened. What if he’d have shot you like he threatened? What if your reverse psychology hadn’t worked?”

“Then I guess we’d be having this conversation from a hospital.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you pointed to your door, “Leave.”

“Y/N…. No! I’m not leaving when you’re angry at me. I just don’t get why you’re so angry at me. Hotch has already ripped into me, I thought you’d be happy that the case was over.”

“Spencer, I am happy that it’s over. But I’m not happy that you put yourself directly in the line of fire without a God damn vest. You could have died today. I have waited far too long to find someone who I truly love, just to have them torn away from me like that,” you were yelling at him now and he looked taken aback.

“What did you just say?” he mentally replayed the conversation in his head, as did you.

Crap.

That was not how you wanted to tell him.

“Y/N…. You love me?” Spencer asked, his brown eyes full of hope.

“Erm… ” Ah fuck. You’d never said those words to another man before because you’d never really been in love. Sometimes you would argue with yourself that how could you tell this was love if you’d never fell it? But you knew. It was just…. there. Your heart hurt when you were away from him, your skin prickled when he was close.

Spencer stepped closer to you and you stepped back, hitting the back of your couch.

“Say it again…. Please,” his words were a whisper, almost as if he couldn’t believe you said them.

Alright fine. It was out in the open now anyway.

“Spencer… I love you. That’s why I’m so angry at you. I thought I was going to lose you without ever getting the chance to tell you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked and you stifled a small giggle, your anger fading but only slightly.

“Yes I’m sure.”

“Okay…. I know we’re not done arguing but erm… I love you too. So much. And… I’m sorry. I won’t defy Hotch again.”

“Because he threatened to fire you or because of me?”

“Bit of both….” He grinned and you sighed knowing you couldn’t be mad at him for much longer. That was one of the most annoying things about him. He could wind you up no end, but then he’d smile his glorious, perfect smile and that was it. “Can I kiss you now?”

You rolled you eyes and nodded, allowing him to tug on your blouse and pull you forward, sinking his mouth onto yours.

What started off as a sweet, soft kiss, soon turned into fire, Spencer nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, his hands quickly pulling your blouse loose from your pants and pushing his hands up your torso.

“Hey hey hey… ” you pulled back from him, seeing his brown eyes dark with desire.

“Hmmmm?” he wasn’t deterred and attached his lips to your neck, just below your ear.

“Spencer we’ve been on the road for two days… We need to shower. I stink.”

He muttered something into your skin and bent his legs, gripping you just below your butt and picking you up. For someone so tall and slim looking, the guy was surprisingly strong, something that had shocked you the first few times you’d gone to bed together. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked you to your bathroom.

Within minutes both sets of your clothes had been discarded and you were standing under the hot stream of water pouring from your shower. Spencer was stood behind you, his hands roaming your body as he licked and sucked at your neck, the water running between you. You leant forward, resting your head on the cool tiles as he caressed your breasts, rolling a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger gently. You gasped out in pleasure, rolling your hips against his groin and hearing a delicious groan from his own chest as you made contact with him.

A hand slipped between your legs, feeling for your special place and massaging it carefully. You quickly pulled him away.

“Nope… ”

“No?” Spencer asked, his lips suckling your collar bone.

“Remember the last time? We broke the shower rail.”

“You need a better bath and shower,” he whispered, turning you around and lowering his mouth to your chest, pursing his lips around a nipple and slipping his hand back between your legs. You gave in, knowing you wanted this. He could buy you another rail if worst came to worst. Reaching out with your hand, you felt for him, taking his hardened length into your hand and slowly stroking up and down it.

His fingers working their magic on your clit and your working yours on his dick had you both moaning and gasping for each other shortly after.

“Let’s try this again shall we?” he asked, removing his hand which was wet with something other than water, and gently pushing you to the wall. Your shower was angled in a way that you now weren’t getting any of the spray, instead it was sluicing down Spencer’s back and running off the curve of his ass.

He nudged your legs apart, picking one of your legs off the bottom of the slippery tub and resting your foot on the ridge. You reached up, feeling for the bar that the shower head could be slid up and down to adjust it’s height. You gripped it, making sure you had a firm hold. Pressing his body close to yours, Spencer took his cock in his hands and positioned himself at your entrance, pushing inside slowly.

“Oh fuck… ” You groaned as he filled you. His hand joined yours on the bar as he started to move inside you, his other hand tightly grasping your hip and holding you close to him.

Biting down on your shoulder he started to move faster, hitting against your sweet spot perfectly, your free hand digging into the flesh of his back. He thrusted too hard and you cried out as your head knocked back on the tiles.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry,” he asked slowing his pace until you nodded, signalling for him to go on.

“I’m fine… Promise,” you assured him squeezing your inner walls around him and seeing his eyes close in bliss. He resumed his thrusts, grunting and groaning as he pushed in and out. Your own moans started to come thick and fast and you felt your leg begin to tremble, struggling to hold yourself upright.

“I’m nearly there Y/N,” Spencer rasped into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You’re not but it’s fine. You know Spencer will finish you off afterwards. This feels good enough for now though and you squeeze down on him, releasing and then slowly doing it again.

“Oh fuck… Ugh… Fuck… ” he gasped again and a few thrusts later you felt him releasing himself inside of you. He moved a few more times, losing momentum as he finished himself off, placing both hands on the wall either side of you and pressing his forehead to yours when he stopped, slipping out of you.

“I’m impressed,” you told him. “We didn’t break anything this time.”

Spencer chuckled and placed a tender kiss on your mouth.

“Practice makes perfect,” Pulling away, he looks you in the eyes. “I really do love you Y/N .”

“As I do you, Spencer. Just.. Try not to give me heart attacks at work anymore. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

“I won’t. I promise. Now….” He smirked at you, licking his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up and onto the bed. I’ve had my turn, I believe it’s yours.”

You grinned, knowing what’s coming once you get out the shower. Spencer slowly backed away from you and you settled both feet down on the floor of the tub watching in horror as you boyfriend suddenly started to slip.

Reaching for the shower curtain, he successfully steadied himself.

Unfortunately, his tug on the curtain was way too hard and you winced as it came clattering to the ground, the thin rail snapped in two.

“We’re not doing it again in here, are we?”

“No Spencer, we’re not.”

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