Spencer Reid X Reader Fluff Novels & Stories

This is insane. I was acting like one of those girls in romance novels who spent an entire chapter dissecting a single moment, trying to figure out if a guy actually liked them. But Reid didn’t like me. He tolerated me. He put up with me. And yeah, maybe he kissed me like he was trying to ruin me, but that was just who he was. Calculated. Controlled. Always three steps ahead. I should know better. And yet— My phone buzzed again. I shouldn’t look.

Followed by a link from Mom asking us to make sure Heather makes it to her bed. I turned my head to look at Heather on my shoulder, her face is so close. I lifted my eyes to Reed. That is when I notice that he is sitting with a throw pillow on his lap. “What got you?” “Bouncing boobs when she was shaking her leg. You?” “Imagining kissing freckles up her thighs.” “I think these pillows may become our best friend over the next three weeks.” “This is going to be a good test of our willpower and control.”

“You really have been watching too much CSI.” I brush past her to make my way to class, and she follows, shrugs at me. “Tell me that when you realise he’s some freaky pervert and you’re running barefoot to my house as he chases you with his imaginary daughter’s dildo or something.” “You’re gross,” I tell her, but I’m grinning. “No,” she says. “You’re gross. I’m not the dirty little bitch with a creepy daddy fetish.” I laugh at her words but I’m not really sure what she means. I mean, she doesn’t know Spencer. Doesn’t know how he saved me, how he cares for me. She clearly doesn’t know how safe I feel when I’m with him.

I asked, leaning in slightly, curiosity piqued. Tiffany glanced up from her slice of pizza, shrugging casually. "I think I saw him back home, yeah," she said softly. "We used to hang out at the same spots, you know, around town. Nothing serious, just friends. Nothing I’d really think about—until now, I guess." My mind linked to Star again, feeling a little intrigued. Maybe this Spencer guy wasn’t just some random crush. Maybe there was more to him than I realized. Ella P.O.V

I did as told, his name rolled off my mouth in moans while I feel my pleasure build up. I felt my wetness build up on his finger which made him to slid in and out of me with ease. I closed my eyes and tightened my hand on his shoulder before parting my legs wilder. My head rolled backward in pleasure, Alex’s name still rolled out of my mouth while he growled softly hearing my name. My juice spilled out before I felt relieved and then fell on his chest. He gently patted my back, his rough breathe stayed on my back soothing me. “You two need to realize there is an undated man in here!” Reid spoke softly behind us. I startled before paring my head over Alex’s shoulder. My cheeks turned tomato w

She assesses his stance before rolling her eyes and says, “it’s none of your business, Spence” “So I can read through everyone else’s and you’re fine with that. But I can’t read his? What the fuck are you hiding?”, he counters. I’m ending this attempted intimidation of Amory that Spencer is trying to exert over her. Really man, approach her like a man in love with a woman, not a father mad at a child! I AirDrop my contract to him! When he looks back at me angrily I state, “what?! I’m not ashamed of anything in there”!

I almost choke on my food. Spencer doesn't seem to do well himself. He looks uncomfortable, shifting on his seat. Oh boy, something is really going to go down today. “Grammy, you should stop watching so many romcom movies. Now, you've started to talk like them.” Spencer tries to divert her attention somewhere else, a fake smile plastered on his face. “I'm now into romcom books actually. You should read them too. Maybe that will teach you to treat your girlfriend accordingly.” I gulp down the food after hearing the last part of her speech.

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

KIERAN I can’t get over my moment with Elara. Heavens, how I love the sweet sound of her moan. It is like a sweet melody to my soul. I’d make her moan more often, make her scream my name and beg for more. She’s going to forgive me soon and allow me to make her mine. I can feel it. “Are you even concentrating? Your mind has been wandering off so much so that we’ve barely gotten any work done,” Reid says, raising a questioning brow at me. “Is it Elara? Because I know she’s the only one capable of making you cheese this hard.”

she stammered, heat rushing to her cheeks. Spencer turned to face her, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “You were literally petting me like a golden retriever.” “I was checking for… ticks,” she said flatly, glaring at him. His smirk deepened. “Sure. And I was dreaming of you doing that, so thanks for making it a reality.” “God, you’re insufferable.” “And you’re a terrible liar,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow. His voice dipped slightly, teasing yet strangely sincere. “Careful, Monica. Keep staring at me like that, and I might start thinking you like what you see.”