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park-it-here-bitches · 5 years ago

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hypothermia

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - you and derek go to extreme lengths to save a victim

warnings - injury, mentions of case, cursing

word count - ?

cold.

all you felt was cold.

you could barely remember where you were or what had happened.

your senses felt frozen.

all you could manage to do was shut your eyes.

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the team arrived in portland, oregon a few days prior.

it was march, meaning the temperatures barely passed the the mid-fifties at the high, and dropped extremely low during the night. even snow fell on the ground as you landed, resulting in everyone on the team adding an extra layer or two.

the unsub was killing women and disposing of their bodies on the streets lining the beaches. it was becoming extremely difficult to narrow the suspect pool down, due to the large population.

hotch ordered you and spencer to go to the morgue and look at the previous victims to find out what you could.

“he must have some sort of emotional tie to to the ocean. it would explain why the unsub chooses that location,” spencer spoke from the passenger seat.

you nodded, “possible grew up on the coast or maybe even lost someone to drowning.”

upon arrival at the morgue, the two of you made your way inside. you both greeted the coroner before grabbing gloves. as you moved around the victims bodies, spencer talked to the man about what he could figure out.

“they’re not drowned. there’s a puncture wound in her foot, probobly died from a heart attack,” you concluded.

with that, you and spencer returned to the police station to alert your team about what you had discovered. while walking towards the doors, the wind picked up causing you to hug your jacket a little tighter. spencer pulled you closer to him to keep you warm.

the next four days were agonizingly slow. another body had been found, but it had the exact same marks as the others with nothing different. if anything, it slowed your investigation down rather than help you.

the team worked long hours, desperate to find a lead. and finally, after those four days, they found one.

hotch sent you and morgan to investigate the suspects house that night. it was dark and very cold. upon arrival, you found it was empty. but with further investigation, you two concluded that this defiantly was your guy.

pictures and articles on these women were pinned on the walls as well as an article about a little boy drowning in a riptide a month or so ago.

“stresser,” you informed morgan.

as you two were walking out of the house, a red car sped out of the garage of the house and down the road. you managed to catch a glimpse of the driver and passenger; it was the unsub and his current victim. thankfully, she was alive.

morgan jumped into the drivers seat as you got into the passengers seat. he sped off, following the car the best he could. at one point, due to the darkness and wind, you lost the car.

however, a few moments later, after driving around, you saw the red care carelessly parked on the side of the road. the unsub was dragging the girl, who was gagged and tied at her wrists and ankles, towards the end of the pier.

“unsub located, he has a girl with him. location is the pier just off of south street,” you spoke into your communication system.

you and morgan slowly stepped out of the car and took a step towards the unsub who had a sly grin on his face. he held an automatic rifle which was pointed at the girls head.

“morgan she has weights on her,” you informed your fellow agent.

“you don’t have to do this man!” morgan shouted, “just let the girl go. we can tell the judge you cooperated. let her go.”

the next moments happened all so quickly. the unsub pushed the girl off of the pier into the water. due to the weights attached, she slowly began to sink to the bottom. the man then pointed his gun at morgan. you fired a shot, killing him instantly. you and derek shared a quick look before taking off sprinting off of the pier and diving into the water.

the team arrived just in time to see you and morgan go under. rossi and emily went over to the unsub, checking his pulse before concluding him to be dead. the rest of the team stayed on the beach, narrowing their eyes at the water, no sign of you or morgan anywhere.

after hitting the water, your entire body tensed up. the water couldn’t have been more than 35-40 degrees. you managed to pry your eyes open, just enough to see the light from derek’s flashlight.

the water was pitch black and you needed to find the girl. you were both loosing oxygen quickly and no doubt the victim was too.

after then more seconds of desperately searching, you saw the woman floating towards the bottom of the water. as quickly as you could, you grabbed your pocket knife and sliced the ropes. the process was painfully slow, and with each moment, you felt yourself in more and more pain.

finally, the ropes fell and you took one arm while derek took the other. after pushing off the ocean floor, you made it to the surface, gasping for air. you used your spare hand to push back your hair as you frantically looked around.

in the distance, you could make out your team as well as the police standing on the beach. your whole body was shaking as you couldn’t believe how far out you were. slowly but surely, you began to swim towards the mainland.

in your mind, the process seemed to take forever. your boots finally made contact with the sand, allowing for you to stand up. you and morgan hauled the victim onto the sand where the emt’s were waiting.

you and derek, however, seemed locked in place, still standing waist deep in painfully cold water. spencer was helping the emt’s after orders from hotch but looked over when he heard a large splash. his head turned just in time to witness morgan collapsing, just after you went down. thankfully, emily and hotch were there to catch you both.

“w-who are you. where a-am i,” you spoke shakily, mind incredibly fuzzy.

the pain began to increase throughout your body, but it seemed to attack your head the most. after your legs went out, your arms were next. they were holding emily’s arms but then dropped. your head rolled to the side. upon looking at hotch, derek was having the same results.

“medics!” hotch shouted.

“hey y/n, i need you to stay awake. keep those eyes open. come on y/n, please,” the woman who you couldn’t quite remember in front of you pleaded. the next few moments were a blur as you couldn’t follow her demands and instead shut your eyes.

once the second wave of emt’s arrived, you and morgan were quickly loaded onto stretcher’s and rushed to the hospital. the team stood on the beach, still processing what happened. hotch and emily were starting to feel a little sick from entering the water to help their team.

“i know we all want to get to the hospital but it’s already late. everyone go back to the hotel and get changed and we can go to the hospital afterwards,” hotch spoke to his team.

as everyone began to walk back to to the car, spencer stopped, tapping his hands against his leg as he looked at the ocean. j.j. noticed this and made her way over, placing her hand softly on his shoulder.

“talk to me,” j.j. spoke with a calm tone.

“hypothermia is one of the most dangerous medical conditions out there. your body literally shuts down after being in the water for only a few minutes. but y/n and morgan were in the water for a long time. i’m just so worried,” spencer struggled to get out.

for a genius who knew so much, he had run out of things to say.

“spence, the doctors are going to do everything in their power to help them. you have every right to be worried. derek is your best friend, besides me of course,” j.j. joked, causing spence to smile slightly, “and to state the obvious, you’re so in love with y/n. you two have known each other for practically forever and she’s your girlfriend, of course you’re going to be worried. but for now, all we can do is go back to the hotel and then the hospital.”

he nodded slightly before allowing j.j. to lead him to the car and to the hotel.

spencer changed into a comfortable button up with a sweater overtop before meeting the team back in the lobby. everyone made sure to bundle up, especially after the situation with you and morgan, before they made their way to the hospital.

after using his status as an fbi agent for a little leverage, hotch managed to get the nurse to give them some information. you and morgan were currently in the icu but that’s all they received. the nurse permitted two members of the team to stay overnight while everyone could return the following morning. at that point, full medical information could be released.

spencer was as easy first choice. j.j. was nominated to be second. she was the closest with spencer and would be the best moral support. the team echoed their goodbyes to the two before promising to be there tomorrow morning right when opening hours started.

the two were led to an area where they could sit and rest for the night. it wasn’t outside of yours our derek’s room which wasn’t ideal, but spencer and j.j. accepted it. the two collapsed into the chairs, each pulling a blanket over themselves before slowly drifting to sleep.

the following morning, the team re-grouped in the waiting room of the hospital. surprisingly, spencer and j.j. had managed to get an actual good night of sleep.

“i can take you to agent y/n and morgan’s took where a doctor while then brief you,” the nurse told the group.

they were lead to a different floor and down the hallway. the nurse motioned for chairs to sit in while she went to go get the doctor later. a moment later, another women appeared in front of them, introducing herself.

“first of all, agent y/n and morgan will be okay,” the doctor spoke causing a relived sigh to echo through the hallway, “but, both have sustained serious injuries. hypothermia is the obvious one. y/n and derek were in the freezing water for an extremely long time causing their bodies to almost shut down completely. i’ve never seen two patients cases mirror each other but y/n and derek’s do. y/n’s heart stopped for a quick few seconds but quickly started beating again. moments later, derek’s stopped also. thankfully, both are hooked up to iv’s and are recovering nicely. the only problem is, it may take awhile for the two to wake up. they really should have died, and i am unsure how they’re still okay. without their selfless efforts, the woman who is now in recovery would be dead. so i wanted to thank your team for their actions.”

the team processed the doctors words. “can we see them?” emily asked. “yes of course, we put them both in one of the larger rooms. it’s room number 503, three doors down on the left,” with one more smile, the doctor then left.

entering the hospital room, the team paused. you both had thick blankets covering your bodies, a slight buzz sounding from the electric heater inside. spencer looked at you first. your lips were still a slight shade of blue and your fingertips had a few black marks on them. derek was the exact same.

spencer teared up at the sight of the two of you. he collapsed in a chair by your bedside first. he pressed his lips together and rubbed his temple. all the team could do was wait for you two to wake up.

a week later, at around 10pm, derek woke up. the room was dark and the hallway lights were dim, as it was past visiting hours. he went to sit up but his muscles were weak. it took a large effort to move his hand to the ‘call nurse’ button. after pressing it, he moved his head to the side where you were still laying. a few moments later, a nurse entered the room. “good to see you awake agent morgan, how are you feeling?”

“not great. what happened?” derek asked.

“you and agent y/n went into the freezing ocean to save one of the victims. luckily, she has since been released. for the two of you, your hearts both stopped momentarily as a side effect of the hypothermia. but, with lots of rest and recovery, you two should be fine.”

derek nodded to the nurses words before leanining back into the hospital bed.

at close to 4am, you woke up. you felt the same way as derek did but managed to move your head to the side. derek was sitting up, looking at some magazine the nurse must have given him.

“hey kid,” derek spoke softly.

you moved your hand up to your head. “remind me to not go swimming ever again during the winter,” you first spoke resulting in derek to laugh. soon after, a nurse came in, checking over you first before changing the iv’s. “your team should be here in a few hours, they’ve visited everyday,” the nurse told you with a smile.

true to her word, once visiting hours, you heard talking from outside of your room. the doors opened seconds later. spencer immediately rushed to your bedside, hugging you softly as you did your best to return it.

“you’re amazing,” spencer spoke before cupping your cheeks and kissing you softly.

the two of you stopped when morgan called over, “hey lover boy, no hello to me?” loud laughs echoed through the hospital room as relief washed over the team that you two were okay.

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park-it-here-bitches · 5 years ago

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could you do a fake instagram for if the reader is dating spencer reid !!

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park-it-here-bitches · 5 years ago

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Amour Vincit Omnia / 25

Warnings: Racist family member, disrespectful language based on skin color

“Baby,” Taehyung called as he brushed his nose up against Akira’s cheek. “Wake up.”

“If this is you waking me up for sex, I’ll kill you,” Akira mumbled.

“No, it’s not,” he chuckled. “It’s Christmas pretty girl.”

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park-it-here-bitches · 5 years ago

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[ENG] History3: Make Our Days Count - IF Alternative Ending

“That Day, You are Still Here”

That car accident left Xi Gu with severe injuries, and at one point, his heart even stopped beating. The Xi Gu in his dreams even left him, leaving Hao Ting behind to slowly walk through life on his own. Even when he went to university, entered a well-known biology research center, at his side one person was always missing from his side. That feeling is as if his heart was dug out, leaving behind an empty space. Regardless of when he’s asleep or awake, Hao Ting feels the panic and fear so deep, the kind that leaves him with a face covered entirely in tears when he comes back to himself…

“It’s been so long already…” Xi Gu squints, but in his eyes the joy at having someone care for him like this is revealed, as does the gentleness and softness his feels for the one he loves.

“I’m still here, don’t worry.”

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Pages: 250-260 (sorry my bad at counting it’s 10 not 15 pages)

Word Count: ~3580 words

Disclaimer: Translations are entirely mine - these are not official translations and some phrases have been changed for better English interpretation so you’ll definitely see better/different translations elsewhere. And yes some teeny weeny details and words may not turn up in the translation because the Chi to Eng mind acrobatics didn’t work out. If you see asterisks, scroll all the way to the bottom for notes! Doing this in a rush so there may be some errors, will read through again when I get back from work!!

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park-it-here-bitches · 5 years ago

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Jay Park Scenario: s/o does the break up prank on him

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“Hey, guys! I know you all have been requesting me to do the break up prank on my boyfriend so here it is. He should be coming home in a few minutes.” You say to the camera.

You have been on YouTube for a year now. You usually posted vlogs or DIY tutorials, but when your viewers found out about your boyfriend after he made an appearance in one of your vlogs they have been dying for you to prank him.

“So I think I’m just going to get my suitcase and pretend to pack my things. I have been kinda acting weird recently so he thinks I’m annoyed at him. I wanted it to be more believable.” You giggle as you take your suitcase out of the closet.

“I have to find somewhere to hide the camera. Hmm… maybe I can put it on the dresser and put his snapback on top of it.”

You walked over to the dresser and placed the camera on top of it. You grabbed one of Jay’s snapbacks and turned it around so the camera lens can get the view through to adjustable strap hole. After making sure the camera couldn’t be seen you walked into the closet to get some clothes to put in your suitcase.

“Okay guys, he just sent me a message saying he is on his way and asking what I want for lunch. Oh my gosh, I am so nervous!”

You sit on the bed waiting for Jay to get home. You heard the front door open and get up, mouthing to the camera that you were freaking out. You composed yourself just as Jay walked into the room.

“Hey babe, did you get my message? What do you want to ea- what are you doing?” Jay asked confused.

“Packing.”

“I can see that, but what are you doing? I thought we were about to go get lunch.”

“I’m leaving.” You go into the closet to get more clothes.

“Where are we going?” Jay asks walking closer to you.

“Not we Jay, I’m leaving. You’re staying here.” You start folding the clothes to fit them into your suitcase.

“What do you mean you’re leaving, is this a joke?”

“No, I’m being very serious.” You started to feel a little bad as you saw the look of panic that flashed across his face. But you had to keep going, it was quality content. Think about the views, you know?

“Is this because I canceled on you this week. Babe, I told you that things got held up at the studio and we had to finish the album.”

You just ignored him and zipped up your suitcase. You walked to the bathroom to get your toiletries.

“Babe, come on. Can you just stop and talk to me?”

“I don’t want to talk. I just want to leave. I- I need some space.”

Jay shook his head before walking into the closet. You tried hard not to laugh as you saw him bring out his suitcase.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m packing because I’m going with you.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, you’re not. I’m going by myself.”

“Okay.” Jay scoffed as he got some of his clothes out of the closet. “You clearly have been drinking or smoking something if you think I’m just about to let you leave me. Talking about some, "you need some space”, well I suggest you take that fine butt to the living room. We have worked too hard on this,“ he says as he points between you and him, "and been through too much for you to leave without a valid reason.”

You go back to the bathroom to get the rest of your toiletries and when you got back your suitcase was gone.

“Jay where is my suitcase?"

"Don’t worry about it. Now, where are we going?” He asks, sitting on the bed.

You ignore him and start looking around for your suitcase. Jay got up and grabbed your waist, pushing you up against the wall.

“Do you really want to leave me, baby?” He asked as he nuzzled into your neck. Jay started kissing your collar bone and worked his way up to the spot he knew drove you crazy behind your ear.

“Mmm baby stop.”

“Why, so you can leave me?”

“No, because this is a prank.” You say laughing.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, the camera is over there under your hat.”

Jay walked to the dresser and lifted up his hat. “Wooow.” He said when he saw the camera, shaking his head. “You play too much.”

You walked over and picked up the camera. “How do you think I did guys? I got him good.”

Jay gave you a back hug and rested his head on your shoulders. “You don’t know how scared I was. I thought you were really mad at me.”

“Aww baby, I would never leave you.” You laugh, reaching back to rub his head.

“Can we go get lunch now. I’m starving and I had to come home to deal with this.” Jay said pouting.

“Alright, well that is the end of the video guys, I have to get this big baby something to eat. I hope you all enjoyed. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe if you haven’t already. I’ll see you guys in the next video, bye!”

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Coming Home - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.

Y/N - Your name

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Word Count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)

It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.

She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.

Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.

*phone vibrates*

It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.

After four missed calls, they gave up.

Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.

“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.

Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.

“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”

Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.

“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”

You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.

Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.

The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.

You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.

“Y/N.”

His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.

“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.

“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.

“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”

“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.

“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.

Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.

The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.

Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”

“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”

Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.

Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.

After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”

You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, “About what?”

“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”

“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.

“Y/N.. please look at me.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.

“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”

You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.

“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”

“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.

You smiled at those words, “Good.”

Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”

You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”

“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”

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Jealousy

//this is my first piece on here- ever- so please, be nice//

Prompt:

Y/N and Spencer Reid both work for the BAU, and have been in a secret relationship for over a year. You both do a pretty good job at hiding your public affection, and neither are very prone to jealousy. But, when Y/N is looking particularly sexy one day at work, and Morgan flirts as joke, something ticks inside of Dr. Reid.

Warning: dom!Spence, jealousy, choking, spitting, idk cursing I guess

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Y/N strides in through the large glass doors of the BAU, heels clicking at every step. The instant you come into view of your colleagues, you know you have their attention.

You had woken with an aching- no, longing- in between your legs. You were already running late for work, so no way did you have time to please yourself.

You were never one to play with jealousy, especially not with your boyfriend Spence. He was a sweetheart. But this morning- oh god, this morning you were so horny, you were willing to walk into work and pin him up against the wall so everyone could see. The way he pulled your hair, the way he made you drip, the magic of his fingers-

So, you did play the jealousy card. You picked your most revealing top, one that would button just low enough so your boobs could pop out, just tight enough to hug that waist in, and just short enough that if you stretched out a bit too far, your thong would show. You paired it with a body hugging pencil skirt and threw on the tallest heels owned.

As y/n walked into the office, she played a smirk on her red tainted lips, confidence beaming.

“Hey, Babygirl, ain’t someone lookin’ bangin’ today.” Morgan came up to greet you. He placed a hand on her waist and gave a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Y/n smiled, “What can I say, I was feelin’ myself.” Shrugging, she dropped her hair over her shoulder. Y/n walked past Derek, leaving him to turn, checking out her fine figure from the back, as she scanned the office looking for her prey- Spencer.

“Hey, y/n, did you- holy shit, whoa!” You hear your female coworker laugh approaching you, “You look hot!” Typical Penelope.

You simply gave a smile, “Thanks,” lightly laughing, you asked, “have you seen Spence-” your question being cut short by spotting your curly headed partners head behind Garcia.

He was holding a stack of case files in one arm and his morning coffee in his other hand. Distractedly, he takes a sip while looking up in your direction, not expecting you to look the way you do.

You can see he eyes widen as the coffee cup leaves mouth, lips wide open. His steps are slow as he comes in your direction.

And action! You tell yourself.

You excuse yourself from Penelope and head towards Morgan. Walking up from behind him you start with your hand at the small of his back and glide your hand till his bicep giving a light, but noticeable squeeze.

He smirks up at you. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“Play along, will you?” You smile, talking under your breath, your eyes trained on your wide eyed boyfriend.

Derek trailed your view and shakes his head, “Nah, dude! I can’t play pretty boy like that!” You guys hadn’t come out publicly about your relationship, but let’s just say, Spencer was better at lying and hiding it than you.

You trail your fingers up his arm, “Come on,” you say slowly, “it’ll be fun.” You coax. You turn your back to Spencer and pay full attention to the chocolate hunk of a man in front of you.

“You,” Derek starts as he puts his hand on your waist, “are,” he steps in close, “a,” makes eye contact with you, “tease.”

“Is he close?” You whisper.

“He is fuming, I’m surprised he doesn’t have smoke coming out of his ears.” Derek whispers back, looking past my shoulder to his friend.

I hear Spence put his coffee cup and files down at a near by table. His eyebrows furrow as he closes in on the two of you.

“And, this,” Morgan takes his hand off of you, “is where I depart.” He whispers in your ear, nearly bolting into the furthest cubicle.

You smile to yourself before turning. Spencer is a mere foot away from you. “Hey, Spe-” he grabs your hand and roughly starts to pull you. You quickly turn and try and keep up. “What are you doing?” You try and hear his voice.

He makes a beeline for the meeting room down the office and pushes you in, locking the door as he comes in himself. Making a dramatic turn you see his eyes dark.

Batting your eyes innocently, you ask, “What’s wrong?”

He grabs his tie and roughly undoes it. He steps closer to you not saying a word. Undoing the buttons on sleeves, he folds his sleeves up and in one sweet move, grabs a hold of your neck.

You quickly gasp, “Nothing’s wrong, Kitten.” He growls lowly, moving stray hair out of your face. “I just didn’t know you wanted to be punished so early in the morning.” He plays an innocent smile. We’re playing off each other’s game now.

“P-punished?” You choke out, “N-n-no, Spence, that’s not-” his grip tightens at you calling him by his name, “Si-ir! Sir.. that’s not what I wanted.” Your hands instinctively go on top of the one he has on your throat.

He gives a devilish smirk, “Well, if you didn’t want to be punished, then why else would you dress like a little fucking slut for everyone to see?” His free hand roams your body for a second. He pushes you up against a wall, and pushes your skirt up so he has full view of your underwear. “And would you look at that,” he moves it down, “a thong.”

His grip on your throat doesn’t disappear, but thankfully loosens a bit, and you gasp for air. “Sir?” You choke out.

He hushes you, “Shh, sluts don’t talk without permission.” His hand plays with your clit as you moan. “You’re already soaked.” He grumbles as he let’s go of your throat and instead lays you on the table in the center of the room. His one hand his hold both yours above your head, and his other hand is going at your clit and hole.

He speeds up making you pull against his grip, “Ah! Fuck! Sir, oh shit.” You try your best not to be loud.

“Who owns this pussy?” He asks inserting two fingers inside you.

“You do, sir,” you whimper as his speed doesn’t slow down.

“And, you’re going to remember that the next time you decide you want attention,” he takes his fingers out suddenly, leaving your core feel empty, just to slap you directly on your clit. You yelp at the sensitivity. “Isn’t that right, you slut?”

“Yes! Yes, sir!” He slaps again. You squeak. He hits again, and just to his satisfaction, you make another helpless noise. Your core still needed to be satisfied, so you buck your hips in between another hit, “Please sir, please” You beg, “please, I’m so needy for you sir, please make me- Ah!” He hits again, harder, with a huge smile on his face, “please,” you plead, “make me cum.”

He stops hitting you and let’s go of your hands to get a strong hold of your jaw. He spits in your face, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for me to stop.” He growls.

He insters his fingers back inside you and with his other hand plays with your clit. You lay on the table you hands in his hair, pulling and tugging, biting your bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly.

He speeds up making your breathing fasten with it, and you can feel your core tightening, “Oh my- Sir! Please! May I?” You barely croak out.

“May you, what?” He keeps at his pace, satisfied at your pleading.

“May I please-” he adds the rest of his fingers making you whimper in pleasure, “May I come?” You roughly breath out, closing your eyes.

No answer.

“Please!” You raise your voice letting go of his hair and grabbing your own breast, “please, sir!”

“Come for me, baby. Come for me, now.” He whispers as he fastens his speed and replaces his finger on your clit with his tongue.

As you climax, your legs shaking, eyes rolled back, he laps up your juices cleaning up you, and anything he had on himself. You lie on the table completely breathless. Your eyes too tired to open, you pry them open, barely, and see your boyfriend pull your skirt and thong up and sit you up.

You smile at him tiredly.

“Sweetheart,” he laughs, fixing your hair, “it’s only noon and you look like your ready to crash.”

“You’re very good at what you do.” You smile and pull his sleeves down, smoothing out his shirt.

He gives you a peck on the cheek, “You look gorgeous by the way.”

“Only for you.” You reply getting off the table.

“Think they know about us now?” He asks nodding at the door.

You laugh, “We’ve been gone for I think a half hour. When they see us walk out of here together, yeah, they’ll know.”

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