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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/nâs a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute
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be my angel
in which BAU fem!reader was injured on the job, but is refusing painkillers at the hospital. spencer thinks he knows why.
fluff (+a little angst) warnings/tags: established relationship, hospital stuff, reader got beat up by an unsub, discussions of spencer's past addiction, mentions of period cramps, reader ends up being administered some sort of painkiller a/n: another draft i found in my literal hundreds of pages of abandoned wips and fixed up cause it's cute, I hope you like!!!
Spencer is tearing through the hospital. They all keep saying youâre going to be okay, but what does that even mean? Why is nobody telling him anything? Heâs not even sure he heard what the orderly at the front desk said, but his feet are carrying him with a strident purpose through the winding white halls, so he has to assume he at least subconsciously knows where heâs going.Â
Finally he spots Penelope, a beacon in her candy-colored clothing, speaking to a doctor in hushed tones. Penelope sees him approaching and turns away from the doctor, looking harried and exhausted.Â
âIs she okay? What happened?â Spencer demands, before either of the others can say a word.Â
âSheâs okay,â the doctor assures. âShe was beat up pretty badâconcussion, broken ribs, some bruising that looks worse than it is. There was a clean shot through her arm, butââÂ
His blood runs cold. Nobody told him you were shot. Why had nobody told him you were shot?Â
âI need to see her.âÂ
The doctor frowns, glancing between the two agents.Â
âIâm sorry, are you her spouse?âÂ
âYes. No, not yet, I justâI need to see her, please. Now.âÂ
âSir, unless sheââÂ
âJust let him see her!â Penelope practically yells. âShe wants him here, believe me.â Â
The doctor clenches her jaw and scribbles something on her clipboard.Â
âOkay. Maybe you can try to convince her to accept some painkillers.âÂ
Spencerâs frown deepens.Â
âSheâs refusing pain management?âÂ
âWe gave her as much ibuprofen as we could, but she refused anything stronger than that. She has to be in a lot of pain right now, and thereâs no background of addiction.âÂ
âIâll talk to her,â Spencer says, already twisting the silver door handle. He has a sneaking suspicion as to why you denied pain treatment, and it makes him feel incredibly guilty. More than he already did, after this entire debacle.Â
The sight of you, bloodied and bruised and obviously suffering has his heart splintering right down the middle. Whatever meager semblance of a smile he can scrounge up and offer is reflected back to him on youâwhich only makes him feel worse. As always, youâre putting on a brave face.Â
âHey,â Spencer says quietly as he closes the door behind him.Â
âHi,â you croak. âHow do I look?âÂ
He approaches, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing your hair away from your face.Â
âHow do you feel? The doctor told me you wouldnât accept pain medication,â he murmurs.Â
You sniff.Â
âI feel okay. Did she tell you itâs not as bad as it looks?âÂ
But your voice is so small, so wavery and weak, that he knows youâre lying.Â
âSweetheart...âÂ
Youâve been holding it together since the unsub beat you nearly unconscious. You held it together as he ran away, even got a couple shots in before he turned around and returned fire. You held it together while you sat against the dirty truck, bleeding out, not sure if your team was coming, and you held it together in the ambulance, and for the past thirty minutes in this hospital bed. But all it takes is one gentle word from Spencer, with that concerned, solicitous look in his eye, and the floodgates are opening. Tears spring up in your eyes and begin silently falling down your dirtied cheeks.Â
âItâs okay!â you attempt to reassure him, affecting cheeriness even through the tears. âIt doesnât hurt. Iâm fine!âÂ
He says your name soft and low and he tries his best to keep his tone even though he is liable to burst into tears or start yelling at someone (not you) at any minute. Â
âI know thatâs not true. You have broken ribs and a gunshot wound. I know how badly it hurts to breathe and how it feels every time you move your arm. That is too much damage for over-the-counter anti-inflammatories. You need real analgesics.âÂ
âI donât,â you whisper. Your teary eyes make his whole body ache. He squeezes your handâthe one thatâs not connected to the wounded arm.Â
âBecause of me?â You stare at him blankly, as if youâre shocked he was able to put two and two together. âI promise you donât need to worry about that.âÂ
You sniffle.Â
âBut what ifâwhat if they give me the drugs and I get all weird and itâs, itâs like... triggering for you, or something?âÂ
âItâs been a really long time since Iâve worried about that. Iâd rather see you a little tired and out of it than in extreme pain and trying to pretend youâre not. You getting the pain relief you need in a medical emergency is not going to make me relapse.âÂ
âBut I really think I could go without,â you begin, voice already tightening around a cry. âIâveâIâve had period cramps that were worse than this.âÂ
Despite himself, he chuckles. Goes back to stroking your hair.Â
The laughter fades quickly. All the pain youâre in is so evident in your eyes. The dissociative glassiness, the tension around them, the bloodshot qualityâhe's seen it many times before, and he hates it on you.Â
âWill you please tell them youâre ready to take something? They wonât give you Dilaudid. Itâs too strong. Theyâll give you something that Iâd have no interest in anyway.âÂ
âNot funny,â you whisper.Â
He ignores this.Â
âWill you let me call the doctor back in?âÂ
You take a deep, shuddering breathâor at least, you try to, before youâre loosing a sharp squeak that deteriorates into a little sob. The ribs.Â
Spencer doesnât bother asking again, just gets up and begins to walk away as efficiently as his legs will carry him. You need painkillers and he thinks it might be fastest to just fetch the doctor or a nurse from the hallway.Â
âWait,â you plead. Â
He stops. Reminds himself that you need him right nowânot his medical opinions. Spencer turns back around and approaches again, crouching by your bedside this time.Â
âWhat, honey?âÂ
âI donât...âÂ
You trail off, overcome by something like fear in the width and shine and nervous dart of your eyes. Spencer knows, everybody at the BAU knows, that showing fear to a serial killer will get you killed that much quicker. During your time alone with the unsub, which is a can of worms Spencer literally cannot psychologically open right now, you had to put on your bravest face. Even while you were being beaten within an inch of your life. Even when you thought you were going to die, alone, and that your teamâthat Spencerâwasn't coming back for you. Because thatâs the kind of thing you have to do to cope when youâre at rock bottom. But you were terrified. Petrified. That doesnât just go awayâand Spencer knows itâll be bumping against the surface until it finds a way out. Â
He has to remember that just because you look unafraid and you act unafraid doesnât mean you arenât.Â
âYou were so brave,â he manages after heâs sure he can say it without incident, swiping moisture from your cheek. âYou did everything exactly right.âÂ
âI know,â you whisper, chin trembling. Spencer knows you, and he knows this kind of trauma well enough to know that youâre thinking, I did everything exactly right, and it wasnât enough. I did everything exactly right and this is what I have to show for it.Â
âBut nobody needs you to act like it wasnât hard, okay? You donât need to pretend like it doesnât hurt. You were so, so brave, angel. You donât have to be brave anymore.âÂ
Your eyes squeeze shut, sending a new wash of tears over your tacky cheeks. A few moments pass. You say nothing. He hopes youâre not going to hide away inside yourself like he did.Â
âWill you please, please, let me get the doctor?âÂ
At least this time you donât immediately say no.Â
âWill you come right back?âÂ
âOf course.âÂ
Finally, you nod your hesitant assent, and Spencer presses a careful kiss to your forehead.Â
A few minutes later, the doctorâwho was shocked that Spencer was able to so quickly change your very made-up mindâis back, and so is Spencer. It only takes a moment for them to determine the best course of action for you and soon the fist around his heart is loosening its grip as he watches some of the agony melting from your eyes.Â
âBetter?â he murmurs as the nurse whoâd administered the drugs leaves, fanning his thumb over the underside of your wrist. You nod, already appearing sleepy.Â
âCan you lie down with me?âÂ
He smiles at the way your words slip against each other, simply relieved that youâre able to relax and no longer in extreme pain.Â
âHospital beds arenât rated for two people.âÂ
âSpencer.âÂ
Itâs enough for him to climb onto the bedânot that he was ever going to deny you what you wanted to begin with. The fit isnât exactly perfectâhe's a bit too long and combined the two of you are just slightly too wideâbut with some finagling itâs comfortable enough. Spencer has slipped his arm underneath you and your head is on his shoulder and heâs so glad to have you in his arms and so grateful that youâre okay he does something almost like praying in his head as he kisses your hair.Â
âHey. Ask me about my bruises.âÂ
âWhy? Do they still hurt?âÂ
âYou should see the other guy.âÂ
Itâs dumb and it doesnât make sense because you didnât bother waiting for him to actually set the joke upâbut he smiles dryly nonetheless.Â
âCan you please give me... I donât know, 36 hours before you start making jokes about almost dying?âÂ
âClock starts now.âÂ
âThank you.â He feels your lips curve into a half-conscious smile against his neck. Itâs a wonderful feeling. âHow are your ribs? Breathing feels okay?âÂ
âMhm. Love breathing.âÂ
âMhm. And your arm?âÂ
âLike I got shot.âÂ
âWell, thatâs pretty much unavoidable. But not as bad as before, right?âÂ
âRight. Spencer?âÂ
âWhat, my love?âÂ
A little pleased puff of air warms his shoulder. He carefully rubs your hip.Â
âWill you tell me how brave I was again?âÂ
He takes a silent, very deep breath. Â
âYou were incredibly brave. And smart, too. Iâm really proud of you for how you handled that situation. Iâm so sorry you had to go through that, but I donât think anyone could have handled it better. Especially when you chose to stay put by the truck, instead of chase him. I know that wasnât what you wanted to do, but it was the right choice.âÂ
âI thought you guys maybe werenât coming,â you murmur, no hint of sadness in your smushed, flat voiceâlike youâre barely awake. âI waited half an hour and I thought you werenât gonna find me.âÂ
âAngel, I will always find you. We didnât stop looking even once, as soon as we noticed you were gone. Iâm just sorry I wasnât with Emily and Rossi when they got to you.âÂ
ââNelope told me... she told me you got really angry and scary.âÂ
He stares at the ceiling and considers this.Â
âI could see... how what I was feeling would be interpreted that way. I was pretty angry. But not at Penelope or any of them. I was mostly just scared.âÂ
âIâm sorry I scared you,â you whisper. âAnd Iâm sorry if I made you mad.âÂ
âYou did not. I wasnât mad at you. And itâs not your fault that I got scared. You were just trying to do your job. None of this is your fault.âÂ
âShe also said that you said fuck like... three times.âÂ
âMm... doesnât sound like me,â he evades. You giggle, and the sound is more a relief than any drug he could take.
âNo, seriously, Iâm so mad I missed it. I love hearing you swear. Tell me what you saidâand you have to cause Iâm all messed up so I get whatever I want.âÂ
He sighs in mock annoyance.Â
âWell, sheâs wrong. I only said fuck once. I used fucking as an intensifier twice.âÂ
You hum.Â
âSexy.âÂ
âAlright,â Spencer laughs, flushing as he moves his hand to your shoulder. âGo to sleep before I tell them to up your dosage, weirdo.âÂ
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Drunk on You
Summary: Spencer is completely and utterly infatuated with you
Request: Pussy drunk Spencer where itâs the first time they sleep together and heâs completely obsessed with being inside her and eating her out (initially requested to @imagining-in-the-margins)Â
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: SmutÂ
Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) heavy kissing, handjob, fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected penetrative sex, slight overstimulation
Word Count:Â 2.2k
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Maybe it was a bit clichĂŠ to invite Spencer into your apartment for coffee after your date. The ulterior motive was obvious but there was no elegant way of telling him what you really wanted. He didnât seem to mind when he accepted your offer with a grin on his face.Â
The tension between the two of you was palpable once you stepped through your door. The warm amber of Spencerâs irises shone even brighter under the lighting of your living room. It was mesmerizing to look at him, so much so that you quickly forgot about the coffee.Â
Spencer couldnât care less. It was obvious that he knew a hot beverage wasnât exactly what you craved right then. The way he licked his lips as he looked at you gave away that he was longing for something else, too.Â
Stepping closer, you left barely any space between the two of you. The warmth he radiated penetrated your skin and spread through your body. You breathed in his scent, a pleasant mix of his cologne and laundry detergent.Â
âSo,â you teased as you leaned closer. âAre you gonna kiss me now or what?âÂ
âGladly,â he chuckled.Â
To your surprise, he took his time with you. His fingers found your jaw, gently brushing along your skin before slightly tilting your head. His other hand made contact with your waist to pull you even closer. Then, unhurriedly and with a precise motion, he finally leaned in to close the distance.Â
Once your mouths made contact there was no more holding back, though. His lips were soft yet demanding and he didnât waste any time to deepen the kiss. Tasting you broke any resistance Spencer had and he couldnât keep up his demeanor anymore.Â
His fingertips dug into your waist before you felt them trembling against your body. His tongue brushed over yours as if you had finally granted him the first taste of water after a life-long drought. When your hands found the nape of his neck to playfully tug at his curls, he unabashedly moaned against your lips.Â
Spencer was desperate to make you his and he had no intention of hiding that from you. His lips only left yours to gasp for air before kissing you some more. When you wanted to lean back to look at him, he chased your mouth and immediately closed the distance again.
His enthusiasm made you smile into the kiss and he noticed. That was when he finally slowed down, leaving a few more feather-light pecks on your mouth before leaning back.Â
âSorry,â he awkwardly laughed. âIâve been waiting so long to do this.âÂ
âDon't apologize,â you breathed. âI like how eager you are.âÂ
To prove your words, you took his hand in yours to lead him into your bedroom. Spencer wasnât the only one who had been waiting too long for this to finally happen. You had no intention of acting shy with him when it was clear how much the both of you yearned for each otherâs nearness.Â
Right beside your bed you came to a halt and turned to him. Patiently he watched as you undid the buttons of his dress shirt and brushed the fabric over his shoulders. Once the shirt dropped to the floor, your hands wandered along the waistband of his pants.Â
Your eyes followed the movements of your fingers and you couldnât ignore the outline of his hardness straining against his trousers. You looked at the man in front of you and found him staring at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes.Â
âCan I touch you?â You asked and he nodded.Â
Your palm carefully made contact with his clothed cock and a sigh immediately escaped Spencerâs throat. He leaned into your touch and twitched against the fabric of his confines. You decided to free him as you undid his pants and slowly pulled them down together with his underwear.Â
As you took your time to admire the beauty of your lover, you completely forgot your surroundings. Only Spencerâs hand brushing along your arm brought you back to reality. You locked eyes with him again and felt your cheeks heating up.Â
âYouâre so handsome,â you mumbled.Â
His hand found the fabric of your shirt and tugged on it as he cooed, âI want to see you, too.â
Together you got rid of the remaining pieces of clothing until both of you were completely bare. You lay down on the mattress to continue kissing without any barriers between your bodies.Â
Spencer hovered over you when he began kissing down your neck. He left sweet pecks on your skin before biting down on your pulse point, drawing a whine from your lips. To soothe the angry skin, he carefully licked along it before moving further down your body.Â
âYou smell so good,â he groaned as he kissed your breasts. âI canât get enough of you.âÂ
He took one of your hardened peaks into his mouth while his hand found the other, teasing it with his fingers until you couldnât hold back your moans. When he heard your hymn of praise, he hummed into your skin.Â
Hungry lips found one another once more. âYou are marvelous,â Spencer mumbled into the kiss.Â
While he was distracted with his mouth on yours, a curious hand made its way down his body to wrap around his erection. It made him whimper against your lips. Your fingers brushed over velvety skin until they found the weeping tip to spread his arousal over it.Â
âFuck!â he hissed as he looked down his body to watch your hand caressing him.Â
âDo you like that?â you teased as you kept stroking him a little harder.Â
His hand found your wrist to stop your movements. âYeah, a little too much,â he confessed and his words made you smile.Â
You let go of him and watched as his fingertips danced along your chest and down your stomach until they reached their destination between your legs. Tentatively, he let one finger glide along your slit before spreading your folds apart. When he found you already dripping with desire, he groaned, âSo wet for me.âÂ
He collected your dew on his fingertips and dragged it along your folds before circling your most sensitive spot. The sounds of your pleasure only spurred him further on, caressing you some more before he breached your entrance with two digits, finding little resistance from your body.Â
Spencer kissed along your neck as he curled his fingers inside you, pressing against a spot that made you light-headed and let your walls flutter around him. He seemed to relish feeling your body like this, taking his time to explore your core before settling on a steady pace. It didnât take long for you to dance along the edge of euphoria.Â
His lips brushed along your ear as he whispered, âI canât wait to fuck you.âÂ
That was all it took for your undoing. Spencer groaned as he felt you pulsing around his fingers, your entire body writhing as you found relief. You were still panting when he withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the loss of contact.Â
With a playful smirk spread over his face, he brought his hand to his mouth to lick your release from his fingers, savoring the taste of your cunt on his tongue.Â
âYou taste so good,â he breathed before moving down your body. âI need more.â
Before he could settle down between your thighs, you grabbed his shoulders. The feeling of being empty was overwhelming and you yearned to be filled out by him. Even though the prospect of having his mouth on you was exciting, it was not what you needed then.Â
âI need you inside me now,â you whimpered. âPlease, Spencer.âÂ
He kneeled between your legs when he chuckled, âHow could I say no to that?âÂ
Hurriedly and with little grace you reached over to your nightstand to get a condom from the drawer. Spencer didnât waste any more time when he took the wrapper from your hands to put the condom on. As he leaned over you, you watched him closing his eyes for a moment before he aligned his cock at your entrance.Â
Then, after locking eyes with you, he began pushing his hips against yours. He hissed a curse at the sensation of slowly stretching you open one inch at the time. When he dared to look down between your bodies, he got so overwhelmed at the sight of his cock entering you that he almost came on the spot.Â
Quickly, he averted his sight to get his composure back. Your walls fluttered around him and you felt him twitch in response. Once he had filled you up to the hilt, he took a moment to feel your heartbeat deep inside you.Â
âSpencer,â you whined as you began rocking your hips against his. âPlease!âÂ
He didnât mean to tease you or test your patience. He just wanted to fully savor this moment. Feeling you tightly wrapped around him made his head spin. He felt inebriated when he began moving and started to think you had cast some kind of spell on him.Â
âYou feel so good,â he breathed when he began moving. âSo tight for me.âÂ
Pure magic was the only explanation for what you made him feel. Spencer struggled to wrap his head around the fact that this was reality. Nothing else mattered other than being right there with you, making you his as he fucked you against the mattress.Â
âHarder!â you cried and Spencer obliged.Â
It proved to be a mistake, though. As he watched you quiver underneath him, the bedframe shaking with his forceful thrusts, he struggled to delay his downfall. Feeling you getting even tighter around him made it impossible to not fully indulge in this sensation.Â
With his whole body trembling, he tried but failed to slow himself down. Desperation was written over his face as he attempted to prolong the feeling of being inside you. Of course you noticed it, too. Seeing him fall apart on top of you as pleasure overcame him was exhilarating and you had no intention of slowing him down. Â
âCome for me,â you murmured and Spencerâs eyes widened at your words.Â
Then, with a particularly hard thrust, he did. Trembling and groaning, the built-up tension was released as his climax washed over him.Â
Before you had a chance to wrap your arms around him to welcome him inside your embrace, he pulled out of you and quickly moved down your body. With your head still spinning, it took you several seconds to realize what he was doing.Â
Only when you felt his tongue glide through your folds did you comprehend that he had found his new home between your legs.Â
âOh fuck, Spencer!â You hissed at the feeling of his mouth caressing your sensitive center.Â
Like a man starved he collected your honeyed wetness on his tongue, moaning into your skin as he tasted your heady aroma. The vibrations he created sent shockwaves through your body, prompting you to buck your hips against his face.
Seemingly unfazed by your reaction, he wrapped his arms around your legs to keep you in place as he continued pleasuring you with his tongue and mouth.Â
âSo good,â he whispered against your heat.Â
Despite his effort to hold you securely against his mouth, you were sure you might start floating at any moment. Two of his fingers found their way into you, adding more pressure and bringing you closer to your undoing.Â
It only took a few more seconds until ecstasy overcame you. Your thighs trembled as you rode out your high, rocking gently against Spencerâs face. He didn't let go of you, though. Almost in a trance-like state he kept caressing you, licking up your release as you writhed underneath him.Â
Your chest was heaving when you looked at him, eyes closed and half of his face buried between your legs. Spencer didn't even consider stopping, not when you tasted so heavenly, even more so after you came. Drunk on your taste and scent, he would have been more than happy to spend the rest of his night right there.Â
It became too overwhelming for you, though. The constant stimulation was too much to bear and almost became uncomfortable, so your hands found his curls to pull on them. âEnough,â you murmured.
In an instant, he removed his mouth from your core to litter your inner thighs with little kisses. Then he looked up at you, a wicked grin painted on his glistening face. He wiped himself clean with the back of his hand before plopping down beside you.Â
âSorry, uhâŚâ he muttered. âI got a little carried away.âÂ
You placed a kiss on his lips, noticing your own scent still lingered on them.Â
âIâm not complaining,â you purred. âI just need a little break. We can continue later.âÂ
The glimmer in his eyes at your words must have been akin to someone witnessing a miracle. Content with the prospect of doing all of this again, he wrapped you into his arms.Â
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One Single Thread of Gold
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: The three times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the one time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes Trope: Fluff! Just fluff and team banter! w.c: 4.0k a/n: For some reason, my earlier post on this disappeared dunno why. But this is a very self indulgent fic as readerâs background is basically based on the industry I work in. I had a lot of fun writing the team banter and I hope you enjoy it too! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated đ
The first clue presented itself on a dull Wednesday night as the team, minus Hotch and Rossi, were leaving the bullpen after a full day of pushing papers. Penelope in all of her sunshine and colorful glory was buzzing about these accessories that she once spotted on a storefront window.
âI saw a pair of earrings and a matching necklace that would look so good with that top you bought the other day, JJ. You know, the blue one with those soft sleevesâthey would look great with it. Itâs tres boho chic.â
JJ smiled, opening her mouth to reply, but Spencer beat her to it.
âDid you know that boho chic was actually a response to political and social movements?â
âWait, what?â Emily interjected.
He took her disbelief as a sign to continue on. âYeah, yeah. Thereâs an article written about it in Vogueâsoftness and femininity historically appears in moments of political stress and war. Just like in the 70s with the hippie and anti-war movement that defined their style as a generation.â
They all piled into the elevator and turned to face the boy genius like he grew another head. For all they knew, this could be a clone and a very bad one at that. The Spencer Reid that they knew had absolutely no interest in the realms of fashion.
Penelope was the first to break the silence. âVogue?â
âKid, what gives? Just the other time, you didnât know how many shoes a woman owns and now youâre some kind of expert?â Derek asked with both eyebrows raised.
âDid not knowing activate some kind of button that made you want to read about it?â Emily added on, feeling like she was in some kind of TV prank show.
âWhat?â Spencer licked his lips, nervous with all the attention on him. He felt like he was about to slip something up that he had been keeping to himself for a while now. A hidden precious gem that was you. âIâI like to read.â A believable excuse except his voice went up an octave, giving him away.
The three women shared a look.
âBut you read academic textbooks and classic literature,â JJ stated.
Penelope added on. âNot fashion magazines.â
He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. âI donât discriminate when it comes to reading. If itâs interestingââ he shifted his weight one side to another, thinking that the ride down on the elevator seemed to be taking slower than usual. ââIâll read it.â
Penelope narrowed her eyes. She was no profiler but she could smell a lie from a mile away way. That wasnât the whole truth. Dr. Spencer Reid was hiding something.
âOkay, see you tomorrow!â he squeaked out as he ran out of the elevator once it hit the lobby.
She turned to the three profilers, stunned with the boy geniusâ erratic behavior. âHuh, did anybody else get the feeling that Spencer was hiding something?â
âMaybe, but the kid does read a lot. Maybe he just ran out of books.â Morgan shrugged.
The other two profilers tilted their heads and slowly nodded in agreement. It wasnât far off on something Spencer would do. He did once pick up a pamphlet in the airport to read as mentioned before to her by Derek, granted it was for a case but still, Penelope couldnât shake the feeling that there was something else.
So when she arrived home that very same night, she propped up her laptop and got to digging. Boy Genius was hiding something big and Little Miss Oracle of Quantico can find anything with her tech skills. Sheâll get to the bottom of this mystery, once and for all.
âââ
Spencer was glad to be coming home to your presence. Having spied the lights still on from the outside of the apartment, he took the steps two at a time, excited to see his 2nd favorite person after his motherâyou.
âSpence?â You called out, having heard the mahogany front door open. âIs that you, baby?â
âHey, love. I missed you,â he deposited his satchel to the nearby sofa and ran to give you a hug.
You burrowed yourself into his arms. All the muscles in your body relaxing as you caught a whiff of his cedar wood perfumeâthe same scent youâve gifted to him during the early stages of dating. âI missed you too. How was your day?â
âBetter now with you,â his words coming out muffled as he refused to detach himself from the embrace. âActually, I almost slipped up today.â
You extricated from his arms to give him an inquisitive look. The slight scrunch on your nose and raised brows made his heart flutter. How expressive, free, and trusting you were. It reminded him of your first encounter. How you teasingly asked him if he was a serial killer when he offered you a ride home in the pouring rain and how you easily accepted regardless.
âYeah? Did any of them catch on?â you probed as you pulled him by his belt loops to the direction of the bedroom.
He laughed, finding your aggression cute. âNo. At least, I donât think so.â
âMaybe we should schedule dinner with them sometime,â you coyly suggested as you slowly started to unravel his tie. âI mean, weâve been together for over a year now and I have moved into your apartment, under the guise of watering your plants while youâre away. Which is a lie, by the wayââ
âI have plants!â he protested. His hands divesting you out of his sweater, bringing to view his favorite silk set in deep purple that accentuated your skin and the blush on your cheeks.
ââthat I brought over, Spence,â you quipped back. âBut donât worry, I wonât spill how the intelligent FBI agent fooled naive me into moving in with him.â
There was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. âLove, I wouldnât exactly call you naiveââ his voice going an octave lower. âânot when youâre looking at me with those tempting eyes of yours.â
Giggling, you leaned in for a kiss, one that he quickly took over. His calloused dominant hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively caging you in while his other cradled your cheekâa stark contrast to the other. Kissing Spencer had always felt like a religious experience that you never want to part from.
Reluctantly pulling away, you caught glimpse of his need for you. His hazel eyes now dark as ink, nostrils slightly flared, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and his dominant hand dug into the fleshy nape of your neck. It made you feel desirable, like the goddess that he would call you when heâs on his knees tasting nectar from the source.
The discussion of inviting the team out for dinner was long forgotten. No other words were spoken as you pushed him on the bedâonly the cries of his and your name and moans of âyesâ echoed well into the night.
***
The second clue was uncovered when Spencer walked into the cold windy bullpen with new black cardigan adorning his lithe body. It was non-descriptive to the untrained eye but for fashion enthusiast Penelope Garcia, she knew what those four white lines on the sleeve meantâluxury label and priced well above their pay grade.
She narrowed her eyes. The Spencer she knew wouldnât dare spend his salary on anything besides limited first edition books. Something was truly up and she planned to get to the bottom of it as her initial online search turned up nothing.
âReid, thatâs a really nice sweater,â she complimented, throwing in her bait.
He smiled. The thought of who gave it to him warmed his heart. âYeah. Yeah, thanks Garcia.â
Her sparkly pink kitten heels clacking on the floor as she came closer. âCan I see it?â she innocently asked.
The request threw Spencer off the loop but thought nothing of it as he shrugged and handed it to herâstill warm from body temperature.
Her squeals caught the attention of the other profilers filling into the office.
âWhat is it, baby girl?â Morgan deposited his bag on the table and stationed himself beside her. âItâs Reidâs new sweater. Are you seeing something Iâm not seeing?â
Garcia rolled her eyes. This was why females are considered more observant that their sex counterpart. Her chocolate thunder was a profiler but how could he not notice what she was deducing?
âHuh,â Emily surmised. âBased on the fibers, itâs definitely not polyester. Possibly a 100% wool, what do you think, JJ?â
âIt says here on the tagâ100% virgin wool,â she read out loud. âThat makes it very expensive, right Garcia?â
The colorful tech analyst smiled. Her girls could never let her down. âRight you are, girlfriends! But itâs not only that, thisââ pointing at the four stripes on the sleeve. ââthis is a signature Thom Browne detail. Their prices go up to at least 600 dollarsââ they all turned to Reid who seemed clearly agitated. âânow why does our boy wonder have a piece that could buy at most five cute heels?â
With his vast intellect, he couldnât think of a way to weasel out of this impromptu interrogation. He couldnât very well say that it was a gift now could he? If he did, that would lead to another hard hitting question âfrom who?â He raked his hand through his curly hair, taking the same path as yours did just earlier as you gave him a kiss goodbye.
When you gifted him the cardigan from your last New York business trip, he really thought nothing of its material equivalence, besides feeling grateful and loved. It was proof that you paid attention to even the littlest details about him.
âHey Spence, I got you something,â you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The first thing you had done when you got home was run into his arms. A simple act that healed his aching heart from missing itâs other half.
You reached into your luggage, enthusiastically pulling out the black clothing wrapped in tissue paper like some magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. âHere you go!â
âA new sweater!â He exclaimed.
You rocked on your heels, looking bashful as you explained the reasoning behind it. âI noticed you fidgeting when you wore the cardigan JJ gifted you last Christmas, the polyester fibers used on it must have been really itchy so I got you a new oneââ your eyes widened at how your explanation could be taken the wrong way. âânot that her gift wasnât great! No, it was very cute! Itâs justâI want you to be comfortable and protected during your cases in cold states. Polyester is a good insulator of heat but wool is still the best.â
He loved how unabashed you rambled about your interests. That was one of the first things he piqued his notice. How you liked to share your knowledge about the fashion industry that you work for but never coming across as stuck up or snobby, you just genuinely wanted to educate anyone who had a wrong perception of the billion dollar commerce. Admittedly, he was one of them but hearing you rave about itâs nitty-gritty details and socio-economic movements changed his mind. It also helped that a beautiful and intelligent woman, such as yourself, was educating him.
He pulled you in for a kiss, stopping all the worries that ran through your head. âI love it. Thank you.â
âItâs nothing at all, baby. I like taking care of you. Just like how you take care of me,â you reasoned. âPlus I got it on sale courtesy of the magazine connections.â
A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. It was Penelope with an eyebrow raised at the subtle smile that graced his face while he replayed the moment in his head.
âOkay,â Morgan drawled. âWhatâs got you smiling, Pretty boy?â
âNothing,â he squeaked out, turning to see Hotch make his way across the office. Spencer hurriedly collected his things and started to move even before their unit chief could call their attention.
âWe have a case,â Hotch announced.
The remaining BAU members all looked at each other, silently communicating about Reidâs irregular demeanor, before piling into the conference room for another grueling scene of murder.
âHeâs been acting weird,â Garcia rushed out. âDefinitely hiding something. What do you think, Em?â
Emily nodded. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
âA girl?â JJ guessed.
âYes, must be a special one for him to keep secret for so long,â Garcia surmised. âDo you think heâll hate it if I go further digging around to find out who she is?â
âFurther?â Emily clarified.
JJ laughed. âProbably, letâs wait for him to volunteer the information. Okay, Garcia?â
She sighed, shoulders drooping, before nodding in agreement.
***
The third clue was quite literally handed to Penelope Garcia on the jet after a case when she accompanied the team.
âCold Alaska is so not good for my skin,â she grumbled as she rummaged her bottomless bag for her favorite hand cream. âI love going with you all on trips rather than being stuck in my own tech cave but the weather wasnât it.â
Morgan chuckled. âAw câmon baby girl, donât tell me you didnât enjoy our time together?â
âYou, my sculpted hunk, and the fireplace were the highlight,â Penelope turned to the other female profilers. âMy beauties, do any of you have lotion? I think I lost mine.â
Before JJ or Emily could even utter a word, a tube made its way to her lap courtesy of her seat mate, Dr. Spencer Reid.
âReid, since when do you carry lotion?â Emily inquired.
He shrugged. âHand cream has itâs benefits besides from moisturizing the skin, it also provides an additional layer of protection. Depending on itâs properties, it can also repair and undo damage.â
The females all shared a look. This was another unexplainable behavior from their resident genius.
âWe know that,â JJ stated. âWe just thought you didnât.â
His brows furrowed. âWhy wouldnât I?â
âWell, besides from the fact that youâve never shown interest about skincare before, isnât it a stereotype for men not to know? Unlessââ Emily slyly smiled and nodded at Garcia to continue.
âUnless you have a girlfriend that we donât know about,â Garcia bounced on her seat.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Spencerâs eyes widened in alarm. He didnât realize he was walking into a trap before it was too late. âWhat makes you say that?â
They laughed.
JJ started. âBesides from you suddenly being knowledgeable in fashionââ
ââor having a pricey sweater youâd never buy for yourselfââ Emily added on.
âOr, orââ Garcia reached out to touch his hand. Which made Spencer react with a high pitched call of her name. ââhaving a shea butter lotion with rough hands!â She waved the tube up in the air. âPlus, this is half empty. So either itâs not working which I doubt since this is a good brand or you keep this in your bag for a special someone to use!â
Derek chuckled. âBaby girl, you could be a profiler at this point.â
âOh tell me something I donât know,â she quipped back. âSo Reid, want to tell us the truth?â
He sighed, finding no escape. âYes, yes I have a girlfriend.â
The girls all shrieked with laughter and their own corresponding questions of who is she? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? What does she do for a living? Is she pretty? Oh I bet she is!
âLooks like that cat is out of the bag,â Rossi nonchalantly stated.
Four sets of eyes turned to look at one of the BAU founders. âRossi, you knew about this and didnât tell me?â Garcia gasped, a hand to her chest at the thought of betrayal.
He laughed. âI caught them on a dinner date once and our boy wonder over hereââ nodded in Reidâs direction. ââbegged me not to out him yet, said he wanted to be the one to tell the team the news but that was like what, six months ago?â
âSix months ago?â Emily repeated.
âWait, wait. Hotch, donât tell me you also knew?â Morgan asked.
The unit chief smiled. âShe was added to Reidâs emergency contact last February.â
âFebruary? Thatâs almost a year ago!â JJ sputtered out.
The tech analyst turned to glare at the youngest member of the BAU. âReid, you better start spilling all the details or so help me, I will stalk all your digital footprint when we land until I find out who she is, where she lives, and what her deepest darkest secret is.â
âWhat about hearing it all from her, instead?â He rubbed the back of his neck. The secrecy had gone on for so long and there was no time like the present to introduce his chosen family to his chosen partnerâhopefully until the end of time. âShe wants to treat you all out for dinner tonight.â
All four nodded vigorously as they watched him pull out his phone and send a quick text to which you readily replied and agreed to.
âMy man,â Derek sighed. âCanât believe you got a girlfriend without me being your wingman.â
âAnswer me at least this, is she pretty and does she make you happy?â Garcia asked. No matter how nosey she may be, she only wanted the best for Spencer and if the recent lightness and smiles were all caused by his mystery girlfriend, she already approved.
âThe prettiest,â Spencer gushed out. âSheâs my own personal sunshine.â
The three girls melted into their seats. Their youngest was all grown up waxing prose over his lover.
âShe makes you sappy too,â Derek teased.
***
[EXTRA - When the mystery was uncovered]
Spencer had never felt any more nervous that this moment as he, with the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi, wait for your arrival. He sat with his back to the restaurant entrance and his cardigan laying on the empty seat beside him as a reservation mark. His eyes had been going back and forth to his idle phone and to the conversation the team was having.
Morgan noted his state of distress and chuckled. âYou okay there, lover boy? Sheâs still coming right, your mystery girlfriend?â
âYeah, yeah. She said she was on her way 9 minutes and 24 seconds ago and based on the route and traffic, she should have been here 45 seconds earlier. Just worried that something might have happened.â
Penelope leaned in, picking on her bubblegum pink choice of drink as she did. âYou know, if you just told me her name I could have tracked every movement by now and you wouldnât be sitting here worrying.â
âWhatâno Garcia, I donât want her tracked plus she didnât want you to know everything about her even before meeting her,â his voice going up an octave in your defense.
She shrugged. âIâm just saying. I mean we donât know a single thing about herââ
âWe do know she exists and youâve been together for almost a year now,â Emily interjected.
âActually, itâs been more than yearâone year and 124 days to be exact.â
âButtercup, all Iâm saying is we donât even know how she looksââ Garcia gasped, having spotted a passerby on the window and what she was wearing. âOh my gosh, that maroon coat is to die for and that textured leather bagâI wonder if I could track her down and ask where she got it.â
âOh sheâs pretty,â JJ noted.
Derek smirked. âBaby girl, tell me if you plan to ask her âcause I wouldnât mind asking for her number.â
The tech analystâs eyes further widened as she noted the attractive woman going inside the restaurant.
âYou werenât kidding about that coat, Garcia, it looks really nice,â JJ appraised.
Emily squinted her eyes, taking note of the garment in question. âIt looks high quality, probably vintage andâis she going near us?â
âOh gods, she is! Act natural, act natural!â Penelope chanted as she repeatedly slapped Derekâs arm.
The stranger stopped behind Spencer. âHey handsome,â your melodic voice was a siren that called to his every being. âFancy seeing you here.â
Penelopeâs jaw dropped as she took in Derekâs flustered reaction.
âMe?â He pointed at himself, getting picked up in such a public setting was new even for himâthe ladies man of the BAU.
You laughed. âWell, you too but I was more of talking to this lover of mineââ you bent down, kissing your boyfriendâs cheek. âHey, Spence.â
A series of gasps were heard all around the table.
The youngest stood up and turned to give you a soft kiss on the lips. âHey, Y/N. I was starting to get worried.â
âI missed the train, sorry I forgot to send an update,â you explained as he helped you into your seat.
Promptly seating back down, he angled his body to yoursâall attention on you as if you were the only one in the room. And in a way you were, with how molten his doe eyes stared, alternating between yours and your painted lips that begged to be kissed.
He always felt breathless when you were near. It was as if he found his very own Aphrodite to worship here on earth. Spencer was no believer of fates or destiny but he would pray and light a candle if he needed to, just to keep you his. Your intelligent mind complimenting his, your outgoing personality that draws anyone in, and your face that could launch a thousand ships.
Those eyes that could read the deepest crevices of his fiber of being. Those cheeks that begged to be caressed by his calloused hands. Those soft lips that deserved to be kissed and devoured until you, in turn, were as breathless as he was. He suddenly wished you both were anywhere else but hereâspecifically in the confines of the apartment where he was free to express his love, devotion, and adoration until you scream his name and beg him to stop. His hand, having found itâs way to your thigh, squeezed the flesh three timesâcommunicating his promise to have your hair laid around you like a halo as you lay under him, bare and writhing with need.
The blonde on the other end of the table cleared her throat, cutting through the tension.
âOkay, Spence,â she smiled. âMind introducing us to your girlfriend?â
He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a series of sweet kisses on your knuckle. âThis is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is the rest of the team. Morganââ he gestured to each one. âEmily, JJ, and Garcia.â
âItâs nice to finally meet you!â You exclaimed. âSo sorry weâre only meeting now. We wanted to stay in our little bubble for as long as we could plus this handsome FBI agentââ you nudged Spencerâs shoulder. ââwanted to keep me to himself. But whereâs Aaron and Dave?â
Emily whispered under her breath. âAaron? Dave?â
âThey had prior commitments, love. They did send their regards and Rossi wants to invite you to the next gathering at his mansion,â Spencer explained.
âLove?â Penelope squeaked out. This was really starting to feel like Twilight zone for the team members.
You nodded. âIâll definitely plot it on my calendar. Now, I heard you had some questions for me?â
âHowâd you two meet?â JJ asked.
âWhen was the first date?â Emily inquired.
Penelope brought out a pen and paper. âWhatâs you social security number?â
Derek snorted at that. âDo you have any other siblings?â
Spencerâs eyebrows raised further and further up with each question while your shoulders shook with laughter.
âShe has all the time in the world to get to know each of you,â Spencer laid out. âNo need to make it sound like an interrogation.â He was wishing to keep you forever, if youâd let him.
You smiled as you caressed his cheek, having caught on to the veiled meaning behind his words. âYeah?â
âYeah.â
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pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader
summary: after one heated and spontaneous night together, aaron canât seem to get his pretty subordinate (or her pussy) out of his head.
content warnings: smut, 18+, minors do not interact!, pussy!whipped hotch, age gaps, dirty talk, rough unprotected office sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving, mentions of m receiving in the past), choking, hair pulling, ass slapping, groping, some angst if u squint, love confessions and some asshole behavior, hotch is a munch and masturbates in his office.
word count: 6.5k (yeaâŚ)
a/n: this may seem a lil out of character for hotch? we all know heâs a professional thru and thru but the point is this is that heâs pussy whipped! also lots of flashbacks in italics whoopsies <3
Aaron was sure he was going crazy.
Or maybe he already was, and he was just starting to feel the effects of his craziness.
Aaron Hotchner, usually poised in a way that unwillingly intimidated others and made them back away from him, was unraveling in a way he had never done so before.
Having a one-night stand with his subordinate, the same subordinate he had been harboring painfully arising feelings for literal years, often led to such a reaction.
He could still recount every single detail from that night, from the moment the tension between you both began building itself up to the moment it actually snapped. It was as if he had everything engraved in his mind; the views he never thought he'd get to see to the things he never thought he would get to feel etched into his brain.
It had all been a blur that night, and a part of Aaron still couldnât wrap his head around the fact that you reciprocated his attraction towards you, letting him, not only touch you but also fuck you.
You two had stayed up late in your shared hotel room only to talk, really. After you and the rest of the team had wrapped up a somewhat good case, you only wanted to rant to one another. Aaron knew that you werenât a âwhiskey girl,â or whatever it was that you said, but he had offered you a drink either way.
Neither one of you had even gotten tipsy, so he couldnât even blame it on the alcohol. But the connection had always been there, though, one thing finally leading to another and all the unsaid words and stolen glances between you both began to surface.
It was as if everything you both silently felt for another was starting to seep through and everything that hindered you from telling each other no longer mattered.
It had felt so hot, from the way you held him close with your legs wrapped around his waist to the messy yet passionate kisses you shared, your bodies connected beneath.
It was everything Aaron envisioned it to be. But, as magical and heated as it was, he was the one to have ended things before they even had a chance at starting.
The morning after, as soon as you had both untangled your bodies from one another and got dressed to get back home to Quantico, he had done the stupidest thing imaginable.
âWe shouldnât do this again.â
You froze in your spot, half-way through tugging your pants up your legs. You blink at him from where he stood on the other side of the bed, already dressed, âThis?â
âYes.â Aaron says, voice awfully neutral.
You frown, jutting out your bottom lip that same way you did when you were thinking, âMay I ask why?â
He takes a deep breath, âIâm your boss,â he gives you a pointed look, as if he had to remind you after fucking you dumb, âand youâre my subordinate. This goes against several workplace regulations and if anyone were to find out we could both lose our jobs.â
Youâre quiet for several moments after that, and Aaron uses the silence to his advantage to prepare for any arguments you could be thinking of to use against him. He canât seem to read you, though, your expression pensive as you stare at the floor.
Then you shrug. âOkay.â You say, simple and nonchalant.
Aaron watches as you continue finishing getting ready and he doesnât know if he should ask if you were actually okay with it.
He decides that itâs for the best, not getting any pushback or having to argue on why heâs just subconsciously pushing you away after having one of the best nights of his life.
âOkay.â He repeats, giving you a small nod, even though you werenât looking at him. With one last glance to your surprisingly calm figure, he finishes collecting the rest of his things and heads out of the room.
Even after the team had checked out of their hotel and settled onto the jet, you didnât spare him a second glance. You hadnât necessarily moved to ignoring him or silently lashing out, but it was as if everything went back to normal, with no mentions or glances back to that night.
That should be what was driving him crazy; the way he didnât know if you were only calm because you were planning on going to the higher-ups, to HR, about what had happened. If you were secretly planning on putting him on blast out of anger or betrayal or telling him that he had coerced you to sleep with him and threatened you in case you didnât.
No. What was driving him crazy was that he couldnât get you out of his head, even after he broke things off.
Everything was engraved into his mind, from the sight of you on your knees, mouth full of his cock while you stared up at him with tear-pricked eyelashes and basked in his praises. Or the way your nails dug into his skin as he thrusted into you and the way you felt around him, all while he took pleasure in the sweet sounds he emitted from you every second.
He was going mad, and the already established feelings he had for you werenât helping, either.
Aaron stared at you from inside his office, studied your features from afar whilst you sat on your desk. Your face was set in a neutral expression, flickering your attention from your computer screens to the physical files in front of you, but all he could see was the same face and person morphed into the one that had been withering in pleasure underneath him.
âHotchâŚâ you whine, a hand wrapped around his bicep as he dipped a finger inside your glistening pussy.
He watched as your back arched off the bed, throwing your head back against the pillows at the feeling of his thick digit inside you, âWhat, sweetheart?â He asked, the nickname rolling of his tongue easily. âWhat do you need? Hm?â
Your hips stuttered as he inserted another finger, thrusting them in and out you, âY-You. I want you. Inside me.â You peered at him through your fluttering lashes, your mascara smudged underneath your eyes from the tears that had slipped out while you were sucking his cock.
âYeah?â His voice is filled with amusement and bewilderment, one part of him indulging in seeing you this wayâall disheveled and needy for himâwhile the other was still stunned at the whole thing. âWant my cock inside you after you just had it in your mouth?â
You nod meekly at his words, a sweet pout adorning your flushed lips.
Despite the heat and tension that suffocated the room, Aaronâs heart fluttered at the sight of you. The way you were asking for him ever so bashfully after just giving him the best head of his life tugged at his heartstrings and made his cock twitch.
âPlease,â you whisper, bucking your hips upwards. A stuttered gasp emits from your lips when you feel the tip of his dick prod at your sopping entrance, âAaronâŚâ
Aaron lets out a low, throaty groan at the sound of his first name mumbled in desperation, and he thinks back to all the times heâs thought about you like this. How many times heâs dreamed of having you underneath him, encaged by his broad figure and whining for him.
âI got you, sweet girl,â he says promisingly. He lifts himself to his full height on his knees, lining himself up with your entrance and holding onto the meat of your thigh. Another groan utters from the back of his throat, mixed in with your gasps and puffs of breath as he begins to sink inside you.
A knock on his office door forces Aaron to snap out of his train of thought. He looks down at himself, registering the painfully hard boner he was now sporting. Quickly, he scooted further into his desk so that the tent in his pants wouldnât be visible by whoever was knocking on his door. Clearing his throat, he lets out a somewhat proper âcome in.â
In walks Garcia, and Aaron doesnât know if he should be thankful or mortified it was her out of all people.
âSir?â She asks politely, files in hand and head tilted in an ever so Penelope manner. âWeâre ready whenever you are.â
Right. It was barely nine in the morning and Aaron was already sporting a growing tent in his suit pants.
He nods, doing his best to feign being busy, âIâll be there in five, Garcia.â
He wants to think he comes out as somewhat normal, but panic surges through him briefly when her expression turns into a curious one.
âAre you alright, sir?â She takes a step forward and Aaron has to hold himself back from screaming for her to stay where she is. âYou look red and pale at the same time.â
He shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively yet good-naturedly, âIâm fine. Jack is coming down with something and I think I might be, too.â
Great. Now he was using his innocent son as a scapegoat for his own horniness and bad decisions. Some father he was.
Garcia nods, looking convinced enough before bidding him a nod shuffling out of his office and closing the door behind her.
Aaron lets out a breath he didnât even know he was holding in. His boner had softened the slightest bit, and he was conflicted in trying to make it go down completely or taking care of it right here and now. But the thought of having to face his team after fucking himself into his fist mortified him. Of seeing you, right after fucking himself into his fist to the thought of you after leaving you hanging coldly.
He opted out of it, though it took more than five minutes to settle himself before heading over to the conference room. Once again, he tried to play it as casual as possible while he walked to his seat with everyone staring expectantly at him, including you.
âLetâs get started.â
The teamâs briefings went on as so, everyone presenting their perspective cases and discoveries within them. It was a bit easier to lose focus of what he was thinking earlier when the gory crime scenes showed up on the TV screen each time someone went up, but all focus was lost when it was your turn.
You stood from your seat, taking the control from Penelopeâs hands and talking everyone through the case you were currently focusing on.
Aaron held his fist up to his face as he tried to focus on the details of the case instead of you and your entire being. Your hair whipped out and into your face each time you looked from the screen and back to the team. The top part of your dress twisted with each turn and motion you made, the bottom part of it creasing along with it. Was it a new dress?
Didnât matter. It didnât compare to the pajama shorts he had slowly, almost tauntingly, pulled down your legs beforeâ
â...makes me think heâs keeping them in a secluded space. He obviously likes the control and the pleasure of having his victimsâ screams and cries for help to himself, so Iâve advised police to search condemned and empty areas far away from the city and even on the outskirts of the town.â You finished with a nod and once again Aaron was snapped away from his unholy thoughts.
While everyone else added their own commentary and advice, Aaron realized he had been the only to have not said anything during your presentation, too preoccupied with you once more.
âAdding in the possibility of him keeping them outside of the main town the victims have been found in was a smart move,â He quickly added, trying his best to comment on what he had paid attention to. His breath hitched when you turned to look at him. âLaw enforcement might have missed that and can collaborate with police from the next town over. Good job.â
You smiled softly and nodded in appreciation, âThank you.â
Fuck. How were you so nonchalant about this? Aaronâs mind wandered back to the probability of you getting back at him by going to Strauss about your rendezvous. It was only early morning Monday, the first day back in the office after said events, so it wasnât a surprise he hadnât heard anything from her. Yet.
He nodded back in response, though, casting his gaze downwards and collecting his things, âGreat. I expect everyoneâs reports to be on my desk by tonight, please.â
Everyone stood from their seats, shuffling out of the room with mumbled conversations. Aaron held back, taking his time in looking through his files and stacking them together while you did the same, leaving the two of you alone once everyone else had gone.
He wanted to say something, gather the courage to ask you something. Anything, just to make sure you were alright. If the two of you were still right, in spite of everything.
Only when you finished collecting things did he bring himself to open his mouth, a soft utterance of your name to get your attention.
You stopped in your tracks, a good couple feet away from him and the door. You stared at him, waiting for him to speak with a neutral expression on your face.
Not one of annoyance or irritation. Just expectant.
God, you really were driving him crazy.
You raised a brow when he didnât say anything, ââŚYes?â
He clears his throat again before asking, âIs everything okay?â
You blink and tilt your head, dumbfounded, âWhy wouldnât it be?â
Aaron grips at his files, guilt consuming him all over again. âWith us,â he clarifies, swallowing harshly. âIs everything okay with us?â
You blink a couple more times, eyes wandering to the side as if youâre trying to catch onto what heâs implying.
It makes his heart churn.
âOh.â You finally say, meeting his gaze. âYes. We both agreed, no? To what you said.â
Aaron canât decipher if the smile you give him is genuine or jeering, and he canât tell if what you say last is clarifying as his answer or if itâs something underlyingly petty.
Either way itâs something. Youâve given him something and heâll take it.
He nods finally, âYes, we did.â
You shrug, smiling a bit wider this time, âAll good then.â
He gives another curt nod, stepping to the side so you could exit the room. He moves to follow behind you, but he gets a whiff of your perfume as soon as you brush past him. The scent makes him halt and he has to hold onto one of the back posts of a chair to stabilize himself.
He takes a deep breath, inhaling the remnants that linger behind you for a moment.
He truly was going crazy.
The rest of the day goes by the same and hardly any work gets done on Aaronâs end. Heâd scribble whatever he needed to write down or fill out then get distracted by the void of you.
It was getting impossible for him to keep working with the relentless problem that was his ongoing boner. He was tucked into his desk all the way yet it hurt whenever he leaned forward or backwards while moving around. Oftentimes he tried to give himself some sort of relief by running a hand over himself, but it didnât help much, and the dirty thoughts about you certainly didnât either.
The sounds that filled the room were lewd, your gags and moans from below mixed in with Aaronâs grunts and words of encouragement echoing off the hotel roomâs walls. His large hand was entangled in your hair, pushing your head forward to take more of him, as if your jaw wasnât aching enough already.
Though there wasnât a way for him to tell, really. You gave no sign or indication that you wanted him to stop, your tongue swiping at the head of his cock each time he dipped your head even more. Saliva pooled from your tongue and leaked from your mouth, dripping into the carpeted floor and entailing a trail from your lips to your chin.
Aaronâs head was thrown back in utter pleasure and astonishment, bewildered that youâd ever be doing this to him. He didnât want to finish before you, but it was taking everything him to not give in and fuck your face the way he truly desired.
Heâd never received head this good, nor had he received it much recently. His legs were spread with you settled in between them contently. âThatâs it sweetheart,â he mumbled, brushing fallen strands of hair out of your face lovingly. âTaking me so good, such a good girl.â
His praises only edged you on even further, bobbing your head up and down a couple more times before pulling off of him with a slick âpop!â You rest your head on his thigh in an attempt to catch your breath, a shaky, stuttered sigh heaving from your chest as your hand comes up to continue the rest of your work.
Aaron has to run a hand over his face to try and keep his composure, his nails digging into the skin of his palm albeit their short length. He throws his head back against his chair, a grunt threatening to emit from his throat as he coercively runs his hand over his boner.
At least he wishes he can say itâs coercively, really itâs just a tainted image of you heâs embedded in his own dirty mind.
It doesnât take long for Aaron to give in and reach inside his pants, sparing another careful glance to his now locked office door before springing his painfully hard cock free. A low, pleased grunt spills from his pursed lips as he wraps his hand around himself. He gives his length a good tug, bucking his hips up instantaneously, the same way he did when you first wrapped your mouth around him.
Still, as cautiously and quietly as possible, he begins to stroke at his length, a hand covering his mouth as he continues to dart his eyes from below himself to his doorâas if anyone would walk in at any second and catch him jerking himself off in his own government-issued office.
He begins to imagine that his fist is you. That youâre sitting in the space between his legs with your hot mouth licking long stripes up his length and that your hand is toying with his balls the same way you did before. It only makes him pump at his fist even faster, the hand that was covering his mouth shooting down to the armrest of his chair, gripping at the cushioned leather as he began to reach his high.
âFuck, Hotch, fuck!â Your whines are eccentric, head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Your legs wrap around Aaronâs waist, pulling him closer to you as he continues to thrust into your sopping pussy.
Aaron groans loudly, silently thanking that his and yours room was placed further down the hall from everyone elseâs. His hands rest at the bottom of your thighs, his large hand gripping the flesh for support as he pounds into you relentlessly. Your pussy grips him like a vice and your nails dig into the skin of his biceps from where you hold him.
His sight is focused on you only, the way your tits bounce with each thrust and the way your mouth is curled into a wide âoâ from the pleasure youâre receiving.
âSo good for me, baby,â he mumbles, hand coming down to grab at your breast, squeezing possessively before leaning down to crash his lips against yours hungrily.
You whine through the kiss, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging while your other hand scratches at his back. A string of saliva connects at your lips when he pulls away, his head dipping down to kiss and suck at your neck while he grabs your hips to better pistol himself inside you.
A moan echoes through the room again and straight to his ear, your back arching into his chest, âFeels so good, Aaron, so good!â
Aaronâs release sputters everywhere messily and he has to bite at his fist to stop himself from groaning loudly. His come spills onto parts of his leg, his desk, and even onto the floor. He leans back into his chair, trying to contain himself and his heaving chest.
He takes a look at the mess he createdâthe mess you unknowingly entailed from him. Like clockwork, the paranoia and guilt from doing this begins to seep in and heâs quick to snatch a handful of tissues from the box he kept on the corner of his desk to clean himself up. He tucks himself back into his pants then moves to clean at his desk and his floor.
Clearly, he hadnât known what he was thinking. Not when it came to calling things off between the two of you before they even happened and certainly not now after he realized the spell he was currently in.
The last hour of the work day comes by agonizingly slowly. After his little session, Aaron finds it a little bit easier to get the rest of his work done (key word: a little bit). The rest of the members all begin to spill into his office to hand in their finished paperwork and files, all of them sparing him brief glances of curiosity and concernâthe same way Garcia had done earlierâbefore bidding him goodnight and leaving.
The only one that hasnât come to hand in anything was you. He knew you were still here, he could see you sitting at your desk from the view through his blinds, scribbling away casually like you had been doing so the whole day. After you had stalled to follow behind the rest of your co-workers, Aaron had gotten up from his desk and pretended to be walking around his office with a file in hand, lifting his head every few minutes to see if you were ever making your way towards him to turn in your work.
He wanted desperately to know what you were thinking. If you were secretly being tortured by the recollections of your hook-up, too, or if you truly didnât care about him basically dumping you after having sex with you and telling you that it could never happen again due to your perspective titles.
With a defeated sigh, he closes the file he was still pretending to read. His eyes instinctively travel back to where your desk was at and his breath immediately catches in his throat when he sees that you arenât there. He hears the sound of footsteps approaching closer and closer through the staircase that leads up to his office and you walk in soon after.
You freeze in the doorway when you see that heâs already staring at you. Your eyes flicker to a space behind him then back at him before you take a tentative step back and glance at the clock hung on the wall facing his desk, âUh, is this a bad time?â
âNo!â Aaron takes a step forward when you take another one back. He rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly, âNo, no, itâs not. I didnât know you were still here. Everyone else left almost half an hour ago.â
âOh,â you glance back behind you to the rest of the bullpen before looking back at him. âI was just finishing up the reports you said you wanted done by the end of today.â You jut your chin toward the stack of files you were carrying in one arm.
âRight.â He clears his throat, motioning to the pile of files the rest of the team had stacked on his desk. âYou can just leave them there.â
You nod, giving him a small smile.
He watches as you walk over to his desk, taking in your appearance while you double-check that everything was correct. He swallowed harshly, taking in the way your skirt hugged your lower figure perfectly the same way it did during the morning debriefing. Your hair flows ever so slightly and he takes in a good look at your side profile when you tuck a loose strand behind your ears while you continue to flip through the pages of your file.
Youâre breathtakingly gorgeous and Aaron doesnât know if what suddenly makes him start walking up behind you is from what heâs felt since sleeping with you or if itâs everything heâs felt since way before that.
You halt your movements when you feel his presence directly behind you, gasping when you turn and find how close he was standing.
âHotchââ you gulp, heat blooming through your cheeks albeit feeling confused. âW-What are you doing?â
Aaron takes in your tone and he can tell that youâre not asking in a disgusted, annoyed way, more so in a flustered way. He lifts a hand to brush the hair that frames your face past your face but doesnât actually move to do it, keeping it there to see if you push him away. But you donât. So he brushes it away.
âI canât get you out of my head.â He mumbles, eyes boring into the side of your face as you stare up at him as best as you can from your practically rigid figure.
You scoff, a sound filled with so much humor yet so little at the same time, âYou were the one that said this couldnât happen again.â You twist your head, trying to turn your body around more with the way he had you pressed against the front of his desk.
âThat was a mistake,â he whispers. He dips his head so that his mouth is by your ear, watching you shiver from the proximity.
âA mistake?â You repeat, brows raised. You lull your head to the side but you donât know if you do it to get away from him or to grant him access to your neck.
Aaron takes it as the latter and hovers his lips over your skin, the same spot where he had left splotches of pink and purple last time.
âYes,â he confirms, âa mistake.â
You want to ask why he said it then, want to press him for answers but you canât when his hot breath sends shivers down your spine and arms. Your legs go weak when he brings a hand around you to wrap at your middle, big hand splayed across your stomach to pull you in even closer, if possible.
âH-Hotch,â you clear your throat. âWe canât. You said so yourself.â You roll your shoulders back in a weak effort to push him away, but all he does is hold you tighter.
âI was wrong,â he mutters, pressing a feather-light kiss to the very side of your neck. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of your perfume again and letting out a pleased hum from the back of his throat. âI was so wrong.â
You gasp when he flings an arm out in front of you, proceeding to knock over the multiple things from his desk. Files, pens, and other trinkets fly off the hard wood and land on the floor with a loud crash. Aaron spins you around before you can process the whole mess, turning you around so that you were facing him.
âAaron-!â Your mind is a whirlwind as he grabs at your hips and easily sets you down on the edge of the desk. His lips crash onto yours messily and you hum, satisfied.
The kiss quickly becomes sloppy and hungry, muffled whines as you two practically devour one another. Your hands wrap around his neck while his own roam your body, curious hands searching for the zipper of your dress and bunching up the fabric in the process. You mewl when he finally finds it and slowly tugs it down. You break apart from the kiss in order to help him, scrambling from side to side so that it comes off from under you.
Aaron lets out a groan at the sight of you as he tosses the dress to the side. Youâre wearing a matching set: a lacy white bra that cups your breasts gorgeously and a lacy white thong paired with it. It takes everything in him to not come undone right then and there.
Holding your gaze, Aaron sinks to his knees, shrugging off his suit jacket as he kneels before you.
âAaronâŚâ
He immediately shushes you, discarding the jacket somewhere next to your dress on his office floor. âSpread your legs for me, sweetheart.â
Instead of obeying, you knock your knees together bashfully, the fat of your thighs pressing against each other.
Aaronâs eyes darken at your shy defiance. âI said spread your legs.â His hands come out to grab behind your knees and you gasp again when he spreads them apart forcefully, large hands holding them in place.
âOh, sweet girl,â he utters, gaze locked on your soaked panties. His palms slide down your legs, eyes flickering back up at you as he begins to kiss at your calves. Each peck to your skin leaves a wet trail from your earlier kiss and you whine in anticipation as he makes his way up before coming face to face with your pussy. His fingers hook themselves inside the thin fabric and you immediately get the message, lifting your hips once more so he could slide them down your legs
Aaron swiftly shoves the wet material into his pockets, wasting no time before diving straight in and burying his head in between your thighs.
His tongue swiping at your folds elicits a loud moan from you, your hands shooting out to grab at his head, âAaron!â You yell out, fingers tangling in his hair to stabilize yourself from the suddenness.
Aaron grunts from below you, the sound sending vibrations up your body and causing you to arch into his touch. He didnât know how he hadnât thought of tasting you that night in the hotel room, too preoccupied with the pleasure he had received from you. Butâdare he sayâthis was better than head, better than anything else he had ever gotten, tasted or even done. He wasnât even a minute into devouring you and he had already decided that this was the best pussy he had ever had in his whole life.
âFuck, sweetheart. You donât know how many times Iâve thought about this pussy.â He lapped at your juices, mouth hot on your dripping cunt. His hands continued to grip at your thighs, large palms still keeping you in place from where you were writhing in pleasure.
âA-Aaron,â you whimper, grinding your hips against his face. âPlease, I need you. Need you so bad.â
Your head was thrown back in utter bliss, hips stuttering with each nibble at your clit. Your fingers tugged his face closer despite the longing you had to feel him inside you, caging his head to keep him there.
Aaron couldnât help but bask in the sounds he was pulling from you. It was as if his mouth had a mind of his own and all it could focus on was licking up every single one of your juices, the taste nearly intoxicating. He flickered his eyes up to you, taking in the way your chest heaved and your breasts pushed against the cups of your bra, practically spilling out.
Without removing his tongue from your pussy, he reaches behind you and easily undoes the hooks.
You let the straps fall from your shoulders and aid him in tossing it somewhere in the room along with your dress. Desperately, you reach for Aaronâs hands and place them on your breasts, groaning when he rolls each already hard and sensitive nipple in between your fingers.
Your legs begin to shake and youâre quick to wrap them around Aaronâs head, the heels of your feet digging into his muscular back. âMm, fuck, âm gonna cum,â you toss your head back as the coil in your belly threatens to snap.
âYeah?â He teases, angling his head so that he could spit onto your cunt, all before diving right back in and swirling it together with your arousal. âYou gonna cum on my mouth, honey?â
You nod, feverishly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.
âGo ahead, pretty,â Aaron ushers, voice deep and rough from his non stop nibbling and sucking. âCome on my mouth, sweetheart.â
A certain bite on your clit immediately has you seeing stars and the office is soon filled with your cries of ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you violently. Your body shakes and stutters as you ride out the high on his face, leaning backwards until your back was resting against his desk.
Aaron doesnât relent even as you begin to come down from your high, enhancing the way your legs shook from where they were wrapped around him.
âNo, n-no more, Aaron, p-please,â you begged, keeping your back on the desk while weakly attempting to push him away.
âJust one more, honey. You can give me one more, canât you?â
You donât get the chance to answer, back arching off the desk as his fingers prodded at your entrance briefly before he shoved two inside. A high-pitched moan emitted from your swollen lips and your hips rutted against his face once more as he scissored the thick digits inside your gummy walls.
âThatâs it, pretty girl, thatâs it,â Aaronâs sultry words only encouraged you further, his face wet with your arousal and the release of your first orgasm. âIâm gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. But first you gotta give me another one.â
His thumb came up alongside his mouth to rub rough circles on your already sensitive, swollen clit and you immediately felt that coil snap once more, mixing in with the first orgasm you hadnât even properly come down from.
âAaron, Aaron, Aaron!â You mumbled dumbly, mouth agape and head hanging back from the desk as you rode out your second high on his face, the heavy wood shaking with every motion.
Aaronâs head was buried even further in between your legs, lips trying to catch every single drop that leaked from your hole, pulling out your fingers and cleaning them with a swirl from his tongue. He delivered a sweet kiss to your folds before standing, his knees cracking in response to being kneeled on the ground for so long.
He leans over, bringing a guiding hand to the back of your neck to get you to sit up, âYou good, honey?â Aaron asks, brushing away the stray hands of hair that had stuck to your face. âStill with me?â
You hum, nodding weakly, âNeed you, Aaron.â
Aaron chuckles at your fucked-out form, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head, âI got you, sweetheart. Bend over the desk for me.â
You stand on wobbly legs and do as he says blindly, the need to have him inside you outshining your nearing overstimulation. You feel yourself salivate as the sound of him undoing his belt is heard from behind you and you look back to watch him pull himself out from his boxers.
He hears you gasp when his cock springs out and hits against his stomach, tip an angry red and leaking with precome. He wraps a hand around himself and groans at how painfully hard he was. He quickly lines himself up with your entrance, slapping his length against your dripping folds before easing himself inside little by little.
You whine from in front of him when he bottoms out, the tip of his dick easily hitting your sweet spot the same way it did before in the hotel. This time, though, it feels even better with how wet you already were, his cock glistening when he pulls out before shoving himself back in roughly.
It doesnât take long for Aaron to set a brutal pace, hands on your hips as he begins to pound into you from behind ruthlessly, a stark contrast from the way he had asked you if you were okay.
âFuck, sweetheart. You have no idea how crazy youâve driven me since I first fucked this pretty pussy,â Aaron grunted form behind, fingers digging so hard into your hips he was sure there would be an imprint there. âHad to get myself off in my own office, thatâs how crazy you had me going.â
You donât answer. You canât answer. Your mouth is wide open, small huffs the only noise you can make while a line of saliva drools from your tongue. Itâs only when you feel him wrap your hair in his hand and pull your back flush against his chest that you squeal, the angle pushing his cock further inside you.
âYou like that, pretty?â He asks deeply, voice hoarse and gravely as he continues to pound into your pussy, the squelching that comes from beneath scandalous. âLike getting this pussy fucked by me, huh?â
You nod dumbly, too fucked out to properly answer him. A harsh slap against your ass makes you cry out, the sting somewhat snapping you back to reality.
âAnswer me,â Aaron commands, tugging at your hair and making your back arch even further against him. âDid I fuck you dumb like last time?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you babble, legs shaking even in your standing position. âI l-love it, Aaron. Feels so g-good.â
He chuckles against your ear, the way you could barely register his questions only making him quicken his pace, âYou gonna come on my cock, sweetheart? Gonna give me one more wrapped around me?â
You nod with as much fervor as possible, âYes, y-yes, can I, Aaron? Want you to c-cum inside me, please.â
âYeah? Want me to stuff you full of my cum?â He asks. He doesnât bother to correct you when you donât answer, instead snaking his hand to your front and down to your pussy.
The feel of him rubbing circles on your clit is the final push you need before youâre clenching around him, body trembling against him as he continues his assault on your swollen bud.
It doesnât take long for Aaron to spill his own release inside you, giving you a couple more shallow thrusts as he comes down from his own high.
You whine when you feel him pull out, a string of your mixed releases following suit on the tip of his cock.
âSo good, baby,â he praises, wrapping a hand around your neck gently and pressing soothing kisses on your cheek. âDid so good for me.â
You lean your head against his shoulder as he reaches for some tissues to clean you up, âSo I guess weâre definitely doing this again?â
Aaron laughs, a pink adorning his cheeks, âYes. Yes, we are. In fact, Iâm telling everyone to work from home tomorrow so I can take you on a proper date. Iâm not risking going crazy again.â
You suppress a giggle, âYou went crazy? Over my pussy?â
He sighs, âIf only you knew.â
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how you talk so sweet when youâre doing bad things | s.r.
A/N: this is literally prn with no plot iâm sorry. i just really love thinking about spencer on his knees sue me! this was supposed to be longer but then i decided to save it for when i write for juno heheh
cw: smut 18+ minors dni, softdom!spencer AND munch!spencer look at that a 2-for-1!, fingering fem receiving, brief condescending!spence if you blink, many many pet names, spencer says good girl thatâs a warning on its own, afab!reader
summary: you and spencer come home from a night out and he knows exactly what to say to get you wrapped around his finger (literally!)
wc: 1.4k
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You stumble through the door with Spencer trailing not too far behind you. Youâd both been out with the team getting drinks and as the night progressed Spencer found himself getting especially touchy with you, so much that you could still feel the imprint of his hand on your inner thigh.
The drinks of the night had long faded leaving you in a haze as you both entered your apartment, Spencerâs solid frame coming up behind you to hold your waist.
âGood thing Iâm here to make sure you donât fall.â He chuckles softly.
He slowly turns you around and gently pushes you against the wall. You give him a lazy smile as your hand reaches up to trace the outline of his jaw, âYouâre pretty.â
âIf Iâm pretty, what does that make you?â
âLucky.â
Spencer blushes and smiles softly, âThat was good,â He bends down to press a kiss to the spot behind your ear, slowly trailing down to the sweet spot at the base of your neck. His fingers press into the sides of your hips, âYou okay? Still feeling it?â
You shake your head no pointedly, âJust fuzzy.â
âFuzzy is good,â He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, âYouâre nicer when youâre fuzzy.â
âIâm nice all the time!â You feign offense.
He chuckles back, âOkay, you are nice all the time. I think I meant moreâŚcompliant.â
You grin up at him, âWhat, you donât like me in control?â
âNo I do, trust me, I do. But, you deserve to be taken care of. And I really like it when I get to take care of you. Itâs easier for me to do that when youâre allâŚfuzzy.â
Another lazy smiles adorns you and Spencer canât help but lean in and kiss your nose.
âWell, we arenât doing anything until these devil shoes come off.â You mutter softly.
Spencer laughs and kisses you one last time before smoothing his hands down your side as he sinks to his knees, gesturing you to lift your foot up and perch it on his shoulder, allowing perfect access to your heel.
You lean back against the wall attempting to flatten your back to ease the aching of it. Through hooded eyes you look down to meet Spencerâs hazel ones staring right back at yours, as his fingers ghost over the straps of your heels.
âFeet hurt?â He asks as he presses the pads of his fingers into the flesh of your calf, gently massaging the skin as he works his way down the buckle of your heel.
âIn these? Always.â You laugh back.
âOh, poor baby.â He mumbles back with a pout, leaning forward to kiss the base of your ankle. Your eyes widen slightly in entice as you watch him leave kisses up your leg, hands following their path and caressing the skin it touches. He gently places your bare foot on the ground and picks up the other heeled one, placing it on his shoulder and repeating the same motions.
The intimacy of the moment strikes you as you watch his long fingers toy with the buckles and straps of your heels before sliding them off. Your hand subconsciously reaches for his hair and cards through it gently, pushing it away from his eyes.
âHi.â you whisper.
He looks up to meet your gaze, âHi, honey.â
âYou look pretty down there.â
A chuckle escapes him, âDo I?â
You nod, âAre you going to stay down there orâŚ?â
His fingers dance around your calves slowly inching upwards, âWhat do you want me to do?â
Humming softly at the touch, you lean your head back against the wall, âI wantâŚwhatever you want.â
Spencer laughs again, âSee? My compliant, pretty girl.â His fingers reach the hem of your dress, slowly inching further up, âI think Iâll stay down here for a little bitâŚif thatâs okay with you.â
âYeah, thatâs oâokay.â Your breath hitches as he toys with the outer edges of your panties. His fingers trace the outline out to in, just missing contact with where you want him.
You whine softly as he continues to evade the one spot you need him, squirming against the wall for any friction you can find. He lightly chastises you, âSo needyâŚyouâre acting like you havenât been touched in weeks.â
âSpenceâŚâ
He hums, âBut thatâs not true, right?â One finger strokes the front of your panties, tracing a path from the wet patch up to your clothed clit.
âNâNo.â You half moan.
His finger lays more pressure, âI take really good care of you, right angel?â
A curse slips from you as he strokes you over your panties.
Spencer smirks as he hooks his index fingers on either side of your panties and slowly starts to drag it down, not missing how the fabric sticks to your slick like honey. âYou know why, I take such good care of you?â
Youâre too caught up in the anticipation to respond, but thatâs not enough for Spencer when he stops his motions and taps your leg, âI asked you a question.â
You look down at him and shake your head exasperatedly, hoping the silent answer was enough for him to continue since youâre nearly on the ledge from the way his hands are moving.
His finger trails back up your leg and ghosts over your exposed cunt, teasing you endlessly, âI take care of youâŚbecause youâre a good girl. Isnât that right?â
âSpencerâŚpleaseâŚâ Youâre not sure how much longer you can take this, your body squirming for any contact.
âSay it.â He pulls back so he can look you directly in the eyes, a single digit sliding through your folds.
âJesus, fuck,â you let out breathlessly, âOkay, okay Iâm a good girl, Iâm your good girl, just pleaseâŚâ You canât even bring yourself to care at how desperate you sound, you would start begging like a sinner in church if he didnât do anything soon.
He smirks, âThatâs my girl,â he taps your thigh, âOver my shoulder.â You quickly abide and raise your leg over his shoulder and rest your thigh on it. Spencer leans in and dives into your folds like a man starved, your hands moving to tangle in his hair and in an effort to stabilize yourself. His tongue motions like heâs making a painting and you definitely think you deserve to be hung in the Louvre after this.
You feel him add a finger in and youâre a goner.
âSpenceâŚIâmâfuck oh my god, please donât stop.â You whine.
His lips detach from you while he adds another fingers and continues his motions and he mumbles, âYou gonna come for me, angel? Been like, what a few minutes and youâre already about to make a mess on my fingersâŚso needy.â he teases.
He returns back to your core, licking long and thick stripes up and down, his fingers not slowing down as he brings you closer to the edge. The peak begins to build in your gut and the climax overtakes you, a mixture of expletives and Spencerâs name leaving your mouth like a twisted spell.
You release your death grip on his hair as he sits back to catch his breath. You slump down the wall to sit in front of him, your leg still swung over his shoulder. He smiles fondly at you and holds the ankle next to his head, leaning in to press a kiss, âYou okay, baby?â
âMhmâŚâ You hazily say, âPeachy, even.â
His eyes narrow slightly, ââŚBecause theyâre fuzzy?â you giggle and nod feeling super proud of your pun. He canât help but laugh with endearment with you as he gently helps your leg off his shoulder and places it on the ground before standing up himself and reaching his hands out for you to grab it, âLetâs go to bed, Iâm not done with you yet.â
You place your hands in his and allow him to pull you up, once youâre on your feet you register his words, âWait, huh?â
He slowly spins you around so his chest is to your back and starts guiding you down the hallway, âOh baby, did you think we were stopping at one?â he whispers sultrily in your ear. A shudder runs down your spine and he laughs feeling you shake in his arms.
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we all joke about and objectify this man, but do we stop to think how sad his story is? he grew up friendless and ruthlessly bullied for being a literal genius. constantly picked on by his coworkers, and heâs never in on the joke. heâs always being laughed at, never laughed with because no one understands his existentialist humor. he never has plans or places to go on the weekend after work. he goes to work then goes to his lonely home with all his books to keep him company. on occasion, he haunts the chess table at the park or meets with an old professor. no one takes the time to appreciate his weird little quirks. no one took the time to ask him if he was okay after the several traumatic incidents he endured. no one takes care of him because everyoneâs too busy leaving. he could be a male model, yet heâs never thought of himself as attractive. when he does find love, heâs brutally stripped of it before he can blink. spencer reid, the lonely genius who learned of love too late and loss too soon.
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I like my men smart
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a love song for lady earth | s.r.
in which reader has her first experience with munch!spencer
margotober masterlist
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: oral (fem receiving), munch!spencer, a little bit of overstim, d/s dynamics if you spin in circles and then squint, pwp, cumming untouched, fingering, dirty talk, a little praise word count: 2.16k a/n: this one goes out to everyone who's ever gotten shitty head from shitty guys. also to people who like their men a little pathetic.
âWhat are you doing?â Your voice comes out higher than you anticipated. The slight panic in your tone sets your boyfriend on high alert, his eyebrows rising in curiosity as he hovers over you.
Spencer pulls himself up until you meet his eyes, concern and lust fusing together to create nothing short of confusion. He studies your expression, investigating your interruption with the kind of delicacy that he always has when approaching intimacy, âBaby,â he starts, âHave you ever received oral sex before?â
Your lips part in surprise, wondering why thatâs the conclusion he comes to, âI have,â you respond hesitantly. âI justââ you falter, âYou donât have to.â
His confusion deepens, âI donât have to what?â
âYou donât have to give me head,â you answer timidly, âBecause itâs notâ you just donât have to.â
Languidly, Spencer drags his fingertips up and down your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. âItâs not what? Now you have to tell me.â
You groan in frustration, looking up at the ceiling fan while you search for words that wonât set your cheeks ablaze, âI donât like it, and I know guys donât like it. So, you just⌠we can skip that part.â
âJust out of curiosity, what about it donât you like?â Spencer asks, sitting up fully between your legs, one hand resting on your knee, keeping your legs parted.
Looking down at him, you chew on the inside of your lip, knowing you have his undivided attention when you speak up, âI just donât get any pleasure out of a guy trying to French with my vagina while I fake moan.â
âAh,â Spencer breathes, âSo, youâve never received good oral sex before,â he amends his previous question.
Propping yourself up on your hands, you raise your eyebrows doubtfully, âIâm not entirely convinced there is such a thing, and will you please stop calling it oral sex? It sounds so clinical.â
He crawls over to you, putting his face right in front of yours, âDo you trust me?â
You frown, âOf course I do, what does that have to do with any of this?â
âWould you be willing to let me go down on you?â The earnestness in his tone catches you by surprise. If you didnât know any better, youâd think he wants to eat you out.
Humming affectionately, you tilt your head at him, âDo you really want to? I always thought guys hated doing it.â
Spencer raises his eyebrows, âThen I guess that demographic doesnât apply to me.â
âOh,â you breathe, âYou can⌠We can try,â you offer. Nerves twist in your lower belly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, your eyes fall shut as he leans his head forward, pressing his lips to yours while his hand starts to pull at the waistband of your panties.
Your boyfriendâs lips are almost unfairly soft against your own as his hands continue to undress you, pushing your t-shirt up around your waist and pulling down your underwear to the middle of your thighs. Pressing his forehead against yours, Spencer pulls away ever so slightly, âYou can always tell me if you want me to stop, alright?â
Nodding, you canât help but be curious about his plan. You find yourself questioning every partner youâve had in the past, or maybe Spencer just has a special talent with his mouthâhe certainly was good at running it. âYes,â you say, kissing him again before he moves his head down.
âThank you,â he mutters, bringing his head back down to where it was before youâd stopped him. Spencer lazily drags your panties down your legs, flinging them across the room to be found later before dropping his head between your knees, littering small, slow kisses along the insides of your thighs. âPretty girl,â he hums, inspecting your glistening sex with peaked interest.
Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words, earning a chuckle from Spencer as he set on top of your mound, pulling the skin taut before blowing cool air on you. You jump in response, looking down at where heâs smirking from between your legs. Admittedly, youâd never felt so dizzy at the prospect of having a man go down on you, he just looks so pretty.
He hums absentmindedly, âJust making sure youâre paying attention,â he teases.
There could be an air raid siren going off and youâd still be too focused on him to take cover. His movements are calculated as he exposes your clit to the air, leaning his head down and pressing his tongue flat against your folds, licking a stripe before readjusting himself on the bed.
A constellation of feather-light kisses is left everywhere, your inner thighs, up toward your hip boneâeverywhere except where you really need him. Your clit aches with need as he continues to tease you, the pad of his thumb skimming ever so slightly over the sensitive bud, relieving only a fraction of the pressure thatâs building up. âSpence,â you breathe.
âAre you enjoying this?â He asks, lifting his head up and looking at you curiously.
You nod once, âAre you?â You challenge.
His head drops again, and your breath hitches when he answers, âImmensely.â
Spencer continues but doesnât move on, studying your anatomy so intently that it only serves to turn you on even more. His hand ghosts over your folds, running a finger over your slit and chuckling when your hips buck up in response to the stimulation.
He couldâve gotten you to beg, had that been his goal, you wouldâve babbled please so incessantly that the word no longer held any meaning, but that wasnât what Spencer wanted. He wanted you to enjoy receiving pleasure in a way that no man had ever wanted before.
âYouâre just so fucking perfect,â he murmurs, watching you intently.
Before you had a chance to reply, his mouth was on you again, his tongue deftly slipping between your folds and poking at your entrance. Other than working you up, you didnât feel any different than you had previously. You give a gentle hum of encouragementâat least he tried, and at least youâd be wet enough for sex.
Spencer curls his tongue, dragging your slick up to your clit, and thatâs where he finally got you. His tongue pressed firmly against the bundle of nerves as you squirm beneath him, your body moving faster than your brain as your hips move away from his mouth, âShh,â Spencer coos, âItâs okay, baby. I know itâs a lot. Iâve got you.â
Taking a deep shuddering breath, you nod. You open your mouth to form a reply, but the only thing that comes out is a breathy sigh.
Carefully, Spencer moves your legs, placing your thighs on top of his shoulders, giving you one more glance before diving back in, kitten-licking your clit while you try to catch your breath.
âSpence,â you cry, feeling an orgasm that you previously hadnât thought was possible building in your lower belly. A swarm of nerves and aches of pleasure thrumming through your body like electricity.
He readjusts, lifting his head more so that his lips can wrap around the sensitive nub, his mouth gently suckling on it.
At a loss for what to do with your hand, they find their way down to his head, weaving your fingers through his hair as his ministrations drive you closer and closer to an orgasm. Tugging at the soft curls earns a groan from him, the vibrations on your clit causing you to cry out, âOh my god.â
He drops one of your legs, moving his hand up to grab one of yours before you cum, squeezing his hand as he gently nips at your clit, further encouraging your orgasm.
âIâmâ ah, please,â you babble nervously, inhaling sharply as your orgasm washes over you, cunt clenching around nothing as Spencerâs mouth continues working at you, licking softly as your back arches off of the bed, sweat causing the sheets to stick to your skin.
Your thighs are trembling by the time Spencer comes back up, his mouth shining with your arousal as he breathes as heavily as you. His hand cups your sensitive sex when he leans forward, leaning in to kiss your lips.
The taste of yourself on his lips doesnât even cross your mind as you cup the back of his head and pull his mouth to yours. The tang of your own cunt on your tongue draws a moan from the back of your throat, and you jump when one of Spencerâs fingers gently teases your interest, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making your head spin.
âCan I go back?â Spencer asks, looking down at his hand briefly before returning to your eyes for permission.
Your mouth gapes, âYou want more?â
He groans in response, âAngel, Iâd spend all day between your thighs if youâd let me.â
Your stomach flips, mourning the fact that you had plans in the afternoon, âI might just take you up on that someday.â
Lifting your body from the pillows, Spencer tugs your t-shirt the rest of the way off your body, leaving you fully nude in front of him, âFuck,â he groans, gently guiding your back to the mattress as he attaches his lips to your neck, leaving your fingers clawing at his back.
His head moves lower, nipping and sucking at your collarbones, leaving light marks as he makes his way down to your chest. His lips scatter kisses all along your breasts as he moves down, down, down. Right until heâs right where you want him, and right where he wants to be. âOh,â you whimper, taking in a shaky breath while he tentatively presses his index finger into your wet hole.
âPoor baby,â Spencer coos at your sensitivity, âYouâre doing so well, letting me fuck you with my mouth. All you needed was someone to suck your clit.â
You sigh dazedly in response, every thought in your mind evacuating as his mouth drops to your pussy again, languidly lapping at your cunt while his finger eases into you, âYouâre so good at this.â
He hums against you in response, the vibrations causing your body to shudder and your hands to return to their home in his hair. The feeling of his mouth gently sucking on that little bundle of nerves and his finger starting to thrust makes your walls clench.
A strangled moan escapes your mouth when he adds a second finger, his second and third fingers driving into you with a steady rhythm as his tongue flicks your clit in calculated movements. The recognition of your impending orgasm hits you, ââm close,â you breathe, gasping as his movements donât relent, tears prick at your eyes as you chase that high.
Spencer pushes your legs further apart with his spare hand, keeping your thighs from closing around his head as he moans against your cunt. You pull on his hair, eliciting another groan from him that sends you hurtling into your second orgasm, crying out his name like a prayer as he tapers off his ministrations.
His hand slows first, gently working you through your orgasm as his tongue laps at your clit, gentle movements soothing the hypersensitive spot as you catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks as you smooth out the hair on his head. He pulls away from you, releasing your trembling thighs and letting them fall around him as he tiredly rests his head on your abdomen. âSpence,â you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, causing him to rest his chin on you, meeting your eyes as he wipes your slick from his mouth.
He hums a response, âMy love,â he murmurs, eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling of you playing with his hair.
You chew on the inside of your lip nervously, âDo⌠do you need me?â Your question was tentative, unsure if he wants you to reciprocate.
âUh,â he says, equally as unsure, âThatâs not necessary.â
You raise your eyebrows, âItâs not like I feel inclined to, but Iâd like to⌠to return the favor.â
Spencer shakes his head, âNo, I mean Iâm taken care of. I alreadyâŚâ his voice trails off, leaving you to fill in the blanks.
âOh,â you breathe, âOh.â Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, hiding your smile, âWell Iâm glad you enjoyed yourself.â Desperately. You were trying desperately not to laugh at the prospect of your boyfriend cumming in his briefs.
He rolls his eyes in response, clearly unbothered. He seems almost proud, and you suppose itâs not often that a man finishes from giving head. âSo,â he starts, moving his hand and using his fingertips to draw stars across your bare skin, âDid you enjoy it?â
You huff in response, the answer is obvious, but he just wants the victory of knowing heâs changed your mind. Who are you to refuse him of that? âImmensely,â you answer.
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sick love
spencer reid x fem! reader
pt2!!
synopsis;;
you catch your best friend spencer touching himself and far from being embarrassed, it only turns him on even more. if only you knew he had been dreaming about this moment for his entire fucking life and that he has even planned for it to happenâŚ
cw;; (letâs act as if spencer and reader are the same age (consensual 18) in high school
really perv!spencer, dark themes, spencer uses readers body without implicit consent (i donât know if it counts as cnc since later we find out she doesnât mind), somnophilia (if you squint), INDECENT use of cum, stalker behavior, use of masculine sex toys, breeding kink, mommy and daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), sub and dom spencer, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, cream pie, masturbation (m), voyeurism (?), dacryphilia, violence (not towards reader), dirty talking, hair pulling, blood⌠MINORS DNI OR IâLL COME FOR YOU!
@cafekitsune âs separators
Spencer was obsessed with you. Not in a lovely kind of obsessed âthat tooâ but in a really perverted way. His sick infatuation commenced a warm summer, when you and him, best friends since freshman year, had ended up staying up late in your house for a movie night. Your parents were no where to be seen, and being scared of spending the night alone, you invited Spencer for a sleep over.
Everything was perfect. Little snacks, the newest film in D.C in tape and a cozy sofa in which the two of you silently rested as you stared at the tv. That was until you had fallen sleep on the other end of the sofa, loose and extremely short pijama pants letting your lace panties show and nipples erect due to the coldness of the night underneath your tight and white tank top. He found himself stating for far too long, instead of bringing up on your body the blanket that you both had been shared, his eyes taking in just how beautifully exposed you were.
Full honesty? He didnât even remember how his dick had gotten that hard nor how it had ended on one of his hands, palm slick in precum as he thrusted in it, bottom lip in between his teeth and soft moans and groans scaping his lips. But he didnât care. He came so hard that night that he swore he saw stars on your living roomâs ceiling.
After that, he of course felt awkward and embarrassed of himself around you. Masturbating to his sleeping best friend, and just mere inches away from you? Jesus Christ. Though that remorse quickly went away when he found himself sinking deeper in that sickness under your name.
He relished in that pretty tears of yours when you cried about another stupid boy being mean to you and dumping you against his neck, your tits fully pressed to his chest and whimpers making his cock push against his jeans, even more when that same guys were the ones crying and begging for him to stop as he beat the shit out of them.
He liked to see you cry, but if it wasnât because of him, he wouldnât have it. He sent a couple of them to the ER, but they were too scared to get a couple more bones broken if they ever spoke up,â and also, who would believe them if they said that the slender nerd of their class was the one that beat them upâ so he always got away with it. In no time, the guys were fucking terrified of even glancing at you, leaving you all to himself. Like it had to be. You were his, or youâll be.
You were always complaining about things of yours disappearing, âFuck! I cant found my chapstick.â him shrugging even when he knew that he was, in fact, the thug. Then, heâd go back to his house and open the last drawer of his desk â which he had under keyâ and take the same chapstick out of his pocket to push it inside along with the other things he had stolen from you: lipgloss, necklaces, bracelets⌠Panties.
He loved them. He almost had a collection of them, of all types; cotton, lace, thongs⌠He loved the ones that he stole from the dirty laundry the most, whichâs crotch he could push against his nose and lick as he fucked his fist. Getting to taste and smell your slick always drove him crazy.
Another thing Spencer loved to do was take photos of you. He had albums and albums of polaroids for the two of you, being both on the pictures or just you. He loved to watch them from time to time: you smiling, you singing, you dancing, you blowing a kiss to the camera, jumping in the pool, petting a stray cat⌠Being simply you.
But he also had some photos that were exceptionally and just for him. Some of them were flashes of your body in those little and pretty bikinis you always wore in the warm summers, some other of your naked body âfacing away from the door of your bathroomâ when you changed, you eating ice cream with cheeks, lips and tongue stained in the vanilla treat, some of you sleeping, some others of the panties and little skirts that youâd wear. He even had one of you resting asleep on his lap, lips parted and against his hard cock. He saved some of them on his wallet in case he ever had to take care of a boner when he hung out with you.
He was in love with you. Sickly in love. Sickly enough to take some of those photos of yours and cut out your face just to tape them to his porn magazines. Some of the pages had even stuck together due to his cum.
And you were just so unbelievably oblivious of his infatuation that you always left the window to your room unlocked in case he ever wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night to stay with you if he ever felt lonely in his empty house. At first, before his infatuation appeared, he would sneak in from time to time when the loneliness became too strong for him to handle, cuddling with you and leaving first hour in the morning. Now? Now he snuck in almost every goddamn night. To cuddle, to watch you sleep, to be able to hold you close and even to take advantage of your heavy slumber. He had licked his cum out of your fingers when he had used your hand to masturbate, having to hold in his moans and whimpers. Other nights, he would get under your covers and part your thighs just to push his head in between them, face against your clothed cunt as his hips buckled against the duvet, tongue flattening against your heat and moaning when your thighs would unconsciously squish his head.
He loved it when you played with his hair, groaning when youâd pull from it when heâd tickle you, and laughing when youâd scream at him for using your good conditioner after a pool day. He was obsessed with your little lotions and expensive shampoos, using them as lube to fuck his hand while he showered in your house, using then his cum to fill the tubes, evening out the difference.
He would steal food from you in the cafeteria, using your own fork or spoons just to be able to have your spit in his mouth. Youâd always whine about it, but he never stopped, so you eventually stopped caring, giving him full access to it when you were full.
Spencer considered himself to be a man with clear tastes when it came to sexual preferences. He would love to fuck you to his liking, to sink you into submission and to get you to call him daddy. He thought of himself as a dominant kind of person rather than a submissive one, but that changed when in one of his numerous wet dreams it was you the one who choked him and fucked him, using him like youâd use a fucking toy. He had woke up with a raging orgasm as from his lips fell the word âmommyâ.
Was he a pervert? Absolutely. Would he ever speak up about his feelings for you? Absolutely not.
Heâd prefer to die with a boner than ever telling you he loved you. He was just terrified of the thought of you pushing him away or ever hurting your friendship.
So after a day full of what he thought of âteasingâ, since it always involved you dressing in one of those incredibly short skirts or staring at him for too long as you sucked on one of the lollipops that he always bought you, he would come to his house and enter his room with a full tent in between his thighs. He would pull out of the back of his closet his fleshlight and spray one of his pillows with those little bottles of your perfume that came as gifts with the bigger version just to bend his other one and push the fleshlight in it, fully lubed and ready for his cock to fuck into, just like that pretty pussy of yours. And thatâs what heâd do, fuck his stupid little toy with his face fully buried on the perfumed one as he imagined you under him, ass up and chest pushed against his bedsheets. His pace was needy, harsh and deep, from his mouth, dirty talking spilling. âYeah, take my cock you slut, fucking take it.â âThatâs a good girl for daddy.â Those were always the best orgasms, making him fill the toy to the brim when he couldnât found himself to stop. Too pussy drunk even when it wasnât your pussy what he fucked in between whimpers.
He sometimes would leave his houseâs and bedroom door open with the dream of you someday catching him red handed.
But they were all just dreams, they werenât supposed to fucking happen in real life. Yet, there he was, and so were you.
That day he had come with a really painful bonner in between his thighs. Youâd been sitting on his lap for a whole goddamn hour since your classmates from class B had borrowed most of your chairs to hang prom signals, leaving you without a place to sit and using your best friend as a chair. The problem was not only that, it was the fact that youâd be adjusting every five minutes and the fact that he had found himself being completely ignored by you as you talked with your best friends, laughing with them and jumping on his lap when the jokes were too good. Well, he was not being completely ignored, since one of your hands, had found his hair and slowly massaged his scalp, every now and then pulling at his hair when you played with his locks, his hands trembling on your thighs âwhich spread sideways across from his â thumbs circling your soft skin.
The fact that you were using him. The fact that he felt used by you and only you, was what had him gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to buckle against your ass. But Spencer was a good boy, so he just stood sit and went through that delirious torture with not a word coming out of his mouth. He felt like breathing once again when you got up from his lap when the bell rang, notifying the students that the day had ended, but still choking when he no longer could smell your cologne or felt you flush against him.
âFuckâŚâ he whimpered when he plopped on his bed, his palm pushing hardly against his pulsing and leaking cock, precum staining his jeans and underwear. He had pulled out from his closet his fleshlight, since he felt that his hand would not be enough today. He had to fuck himself. âPlease, fuck me, pleaseâŚâ he was a babbling mess when his tip pushed inside the lubed toy. âUse my cock, baby⌠Use meâŚâ he found himself whimpering at his mind scenario, in which you would ride him relentlessly, his dick reaching deep enough to hit that sweet spot that youâd torture to make yourself cum all over his cock. âFuck, mommy, fuck, feels so good⌠Ah, faster.â he was a babbling mess, his hips rutting upwards against his hand movements to fuck his cock deeper in his toy.
âSpence!!!â you had called from downstairs as you opened his unlocked front door. Spencer always left it that way for you to come and go as you pleased. You were smiling, in between your hands a copy of a book he had been dying to read for months and for which he had cried after finding out that it had been sold out. After seeing just how badly he wanted it, you had been fighting with sharp nails to get a hold on one of the limited edition copies that had gone on sale in the cityâs center, where you had rushed just as classes finished and where you had killed your savings in the dib. âI have a surprise for you!!â you chanted, locking the door behind you and jumping excitedly, frowning when you didnât hear and answer from him. âSpencer?â you called out again, the soft sound of his voice reaching you from upstairs. You took off your shoes, a smirk growing on your lips when the idea of giving him a scare came to mind. Up the staircase, you were like a ghost, slowly approaching his room and mumbling, though you froze when a moan got to your ears. Your skin went pale and your cheeks heated up when needy whimpers followed up right after, as if all the blood under your skin had ended up pooling there.
âFuck, just like that. Faster, pleaseâŚâ was he with someone? Your chest heaved at the thought of Spencer fucking with some random girl that wasnât you. Youâve liked him for years on end, since the first time that he held you as you cried your heart out after your first breakup. But he never seemed to look at you in any other way that wasnât friendly, so, at the end, âbeing too scared to speak up about your feelings in fear that it would break your friendshipâ you had decided to bury them as deep as you could inside you, believing that he had to be just what he was; your best friend.
Even though you knew it was wrong, you slowly approached his slightly open door, peeking in in need to see who was he fucking, promising yourself that youâd leave once youâve taken a glance. But all that went to hell when you found out he was not fucking anyone but himself, back against the mattress, bare chest rising and lowering slowly as his hips fucked upwards, inside his clear flesh light. Your eyes widened and your legs trembled when from his lips new groans and moans fell. Spencer was fucking touching himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck⌠You needed to get away from there. Yeah, thatâs what youâd do. Youâd go back to your house and forget all about it⌠Or thatâs what you thought, instead finding your feet glued to the floor as you watched.
He looked so hot and pretty all needy⌠Eyes closed shut and mouth agape in gasps, glasses crooked, eyebrows pushed together as his head fell back against his pillow, hair messy all over it. His hand was slow, pushing the toy down on his cock in deep and harsh strokes. You could almost perfectly see his long and thick dick, his thrusts making the lubeâs wet sounds fill the room. âAh, fuckâŚâ his voice was low and so broken you felt your panties damp in your slick, you were so turned on that your free hand cupped your cunt, making you almost moan if you hadnât bit down on your bottom lip.
Your fingers had started to push against the lace of your panties underneath your plaid skirt, freezing on your clit when a new babble came from inside the room and your best friendâs lips. âFuck, y/nâŚ, mommyâŚ, please, fuck, fuck, fuckâŚâ your eyes widened, not only becauseâŚ, fuck, Spencer was fucking that goddamn fleshlight with you in mind doing so, but because he had called you mommy too. Surprisingly enough that only turned you on even more, a needy moan tearing your throat before you could push it down to your chest. Spencerâs movements stopped, his gaze moving to his opening door just to see you standing there, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and book in hand.
He quickly pushed away the toy, cursing under his breath when he sat up, a pillow hiding his hard and leaking cock, which was twitching at the sight of your trembling legs. âFuck, y/n, IâŚâ he didnât even know what to say. You had caught him, caught him fucking himself with his goddamn fleshlight, and even worse, caught him moaning your name. He felt sick to the stomach, but at the same, so turned on too. You had caught him⌠Finally. And who knows how much time you had been listening and peeking at him while he pleasured himself. He had to hold back a whimper at the thought of it. âHow much did you hear?â he cursed when you didnât answer, cheeks reddening and cock twitching under the pillow, leaking against his thigh.
âMommy.â you said, making his head snap back to you, a frown on his face, eyes widening when you let the book fall from your hands as you stepped in, closer to his bed.
âWâŚWhat?â fuck.
â âMommyâ. Thatâs what you called me.â you smirked, eyes falling to his lap when he pushed the pillow further down. âWho would think that Spencer, the Genius Spencer Reid, would be so goddamn dirty to even leave the door unlocked for anyone to see as he fucks himself. And even worse, have a mommy kink.â he stuttered as he shook his head.
âItâs not what it seems like, IâŚâ
âYou what?â you pushed, thumb and index gripping his chin so his eyes would find yours. âAre you gonna deny that you were touching yourself while thinking about me? That you were calling me mommy and whimpering for me to fuck you faster?â he moaned at your words, half-lidded eyes full of lust staring at your full and rosy lips. âMmh? Answer me.â you ordered and he whimpered, your pussy clenching when he shook his head and cried out a ânoâ. â âNoâ what?â your lips brushed against his, teasing him to get out of him what you wanted.
âNo, mommy.â you pulled his hair when he tried to kiss you, making him groan against your lips as you clicked your tongue. âPleaseâŚâ he pleaded, hands rocking the pillow on his lap.
âOnly good boys get a kiss, Spence.â
âIâm a good boyâŚâ he was so gone that you almost laughed, so needy for pussyâŚ
âOh yeah?â he nodded, his tongue dampening his lips, hips thrusting upwards towards the pillow that covered his naked body. âThe why donât you show me?â he shivered when your lips latched to his neck, your tongue pressing against his skin in open mouth kisses that led to his ear. âWhy donât you show me how good you are and let me watch you fuck that pretty toy of yours, hm?â he moaned, muttering a âfuckâ as he nodded, making you smirk. âThen go ahead, baby, let me see.â you pulled away as he pushed the pillow off his lap, dick twitching below a pool of precum that dripped from his tip.
In the state he was⌠He would do anything for you. He would even fuck himself stupid if you said the word. Anything you asked, anything you wanted. Anything for you.
He moaned when you sat down on his deskâs chair, skirt rolling up and letting more of your soft and beautiful thighs show. His hands were shaking when his fingers gripped around the clear silicone or his toy, whimpering when he noticed your eyes on his twitching dick.
You had seen dicks before, but none of them was as beautiful as Spencerâs. It was big, with a great large and just the perfect girth, large and thick enough to have you limping for a few days after a good fuck. And you knew he could give it to you, that he would fuck your hard and needy, deep enough to have you drooling over yourself as you came over and over again. You would love to drool and choke on it too, outline the veins on his shaft with your tongue and take him so deep on your throat youâd need to swallow when he came in your mouth. âAw, poor SpenceâŚâ you cooed at his twitching cock, red tip and tight balls. âCaught about to cum. It must really hurt, doesnât it baby?â he nodded, tears on his eyes due to your teasing, chest rising in heavy breaths. âAre you gonna cum on that cup for me to drink, hm? Want me to drink your cum, Spencer?â he moaned a breathy gasp, and you smirked to his reaction. He liked that.
Dirty talking. Mommy kink. Praise kink. Notes taken.
âYes, yes, yesâŚâ he muttered, almost begging for it. The thought of you swallowing his cum making him go crazy. He whined when his leaking tip brushed against the artificial hole, his lip being tortured by his teeth when you parted your thighs, panties exposed and damped lace for him to see. âFuckâŚâ he cursed, bottoming out into the wetness of the fleshlight in a deep and large stroke, almost cumming at the sight. âFuck, fuck, fuck.â your hands came down your body, your left resting on your breastsâ hard nipples pushing against your shirt, which you pulled and pinched in between your fingersâ and your right sneaking in between your thighs and below your underwear, whining when you felt just how wet you were. âShit, y/n.â
His dick was twitching like crazy with every new and fast thrust of his hips, pleads falling of his lips. âI need you. Need you so badâŚâ âPlease mommyâŚâ âIâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cumâŚâ
âOh yeah? You gonna cum?â You clicked your tongue when he nodded, chuckling at his behavior. âLook at how pathetic you look.â he whimpered when you had made your way back to his side, standing in front of him and making his head fall backwards when you harshly pulled on his hair, making his hips stutter and breathy whines rip his throat. âHold it. I havenât even told you where to cum yet.â he cried when you pushed down your thighs your panties. âFuck, you are too fucking loud.â you said and he had to squeeze his dick to not come when you pushed your damped panties into his mouth, slicked crotch flat against his tongue. His muffled begging only made your pussy wetter, his eyes full of tears that seemed about to fall when he could take a taste on just how sweet you were. He choked on the lace when you startled his legs. His eyes fell just as your free hand did, straight to your core, where your fingers dug on your wet folds and parted them for him to see thin strips of slick connect them and just how swollen your little pink bud was, hidden under its hood. âHere. Cum on my pussy.â you said, leaning on the skin of his neck to suck a hard hickey on his flesh.
You didnât even had to say it twice, his hand quickly throwing away the fleshlight to cum all over your folds and clit, muffled groans and moans filling the room when his white and heavy gropes painted your core in white, his mind all foggy and pussy drunk just by the simple contact of your cunt on his tip. You hummed as you stroked his hair, open mouth kisses being splattered across his chest. He was still fucking hard. âGood boyâŚâ you cooed, loving just how fucked out he seemed, moaning when you sat on his cock, his length in between your wet folds and his tip bumping against your clit.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâŚ.â he cried out with your panties on his mouth when you rocked your hips against his. Thatâs all it took for him to cum for a second time, right after his first orgasm.
You moaned, feeling his dick twitch and nails dig on your ass, your pussy sliding too easy due to the amount of his cum that coated it. âYou came again, baby?â he nodded, his cock quickly getting hard again to your humping. âFuck, SpencerâŚâ you pulled your panties away from his mouth, wanting to hear his groans. âLook at you, making a mess of my cunt.â
âFuck, y/nâŚâ your name sounded so wonderful falling from his lips⌠âPlease, can I⌠Can I clean it for you? Let me clean it for you, pleasepleaseplease. Iâll make you feel good, I promise, Iâll be goodâŚâ you pulled his bottom lip with your thumb, warm skin under your fingertips. âI promise. I promise mommyâŚâ your thumb brushed your own lips when he leaned in, pupils blown and need on his hazel thin irises. He looked high. And he was, high on his favorite drug: you.
You nodded, giving in, and gasped when he had your back pressed against the mattress in just a matter of seconds, lips all over the skin of your neck and exposed collarbones, his hands leaving your hips to bump against the bottom of your tank top, fingers so desperate to see your tits that dug too hard on the piece of clothing enough to tear it up. You moaned when you felt the fabric give out, his hands cupping your exposed breast and biting hickeys on its flesh in between groans, muttering a âThe prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, fuck.â. You were tugging on his hair as he played with your tits, biting your nipples and teasing you for a couple of minutes before slowly lowering his lips further down on your stomach, bumping with your skirt, which he quickly discarded it away on his bedroom floor. He pulled away to look to your fully naked body, hair messily spread on his pillow âthe same he had fucked multiple times while thinking about youâ, lips swollen due to constant biting, half-lidded eyes and flushed skin. He moaned, dick twitching, âcause you were so goddamn perfect. Perfect for him.
He didnât waste time in parting your thighs âwhich he took his time with, and of course he would, he had been dreaming about making them bleed for years nowâ, leaving open mouth kisses and sucking hard on the skin, making you whimper and tug on his hair. âSpencerâŚâ you whined when he bit down on your flesh, making your back arch at the incredible pleasure the pain inflicted made you feel. He was so drunk on your skin⌠He could spend his whole life kissing it that he would never get fucking tired of it. But his teasing was making your pussy clench and tingle. You needed his mouth on it now. And he seemed to get it when you pushed him further against it, his hands taking your now fully marked thighs to pull them above his shoulders as he sunk on the mattress, stomach flat against it and fingers gripping at your flesh. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his tongue pushed in between your covered in cum folds, flattening in a long strip and bumping against your clit. Both of you moaned, him due to just how much he had dreamed about the taste of your pussy âwhich he had tasted before, but only clothedâ and you to how many times you had touched yourself with his mouth in mind. His name falling off your lips on a whimper had his hips rocking against the duvet as he ate you out sweet and slow.
It was only when his fingers found their way to your entrance that he started to eat you just like you needed and he always dreamed of: rough, needy and hungry. You were screaming his name when his fingers pushed inside you, quickly fucking the shit out of you and curving to hit your g spot as his tongue circled your clit. Spencer knew how to use it, really well. So well that he had you tipping the edge in less than ten minutes. He was like a starved man, burying his face in between your thighs unable to get enough of you and your sweet taste, of the mix of the two of you in his tongue. âFuck, Spencer, IâŚâ you babbled, thighs twitching as you pulled harder on his hair. He knew you were close by how moans fell of those pretty lips of yours over and over again. âIâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cumâŚâ you cried out, Spencer crushing your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his fingers.
He moaned, begging for it. âPlease cum on my mouth, mommy. Please, let me have it, please mommy, pleaseâŚâ you whined when his tongue gave just one last stroke to your clit, dissolving in the hardest orgasm youâve ever had, whimpers against your cunt as Spencer drank every last drop of it all, helping you ride out your orgasm as your sweet moans filled his bedroom.
You mewled when once youâve come down from your high, his tongue licking you clean as hips rutted on his wet sheets, seconds away from coming when you called from him. He whimpered when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your pussy as you sat up. He looked completely gone. Half-lidded eyes unfocused, messy hair due to your tugging, swollen lips and wet chin. âPlease, just a little bit more, mommyâŚâ he begged, needing to go back in between your thighs. Needing to taste you and make you cum again on his mouth. âPlease, I need itâŚâ your eyes fell to his twitching and leaking cock, and then, to the dampness of the sheets where he had been rocking against. You clicked your tongue as you took him in your hand, making him gasp.
âIâll let you choose where to cum next, Spencer.â you said, your other hand coming to his cheek to rub the flush on his skin. âI could let you eat me out again and let you cum all over the sheets all by yourselfâŚâ his balls tightened to the thought of it, feeling cold when the hand that cupped his face left him to fall in between your thighs, spreading you open for him to see. âOr you could cum inside of me.â his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips thrusting into your hand in anticipation. âWhat do you say, Spence? Where do you want to cum, baby?â he was almost hyperventilating, whimpers falling of his lips as he leaned on you, eyes on your own.
âInside.â he found himself to mutter, unable to think, not when you were offering him the chance to fuck you raw and fill you up. Just the thought of it had him reeling.
âOh yeah?â you whispered against his lips, him nodding slightly, bewitched by your minty breath connecting with his own. âYou wanna cum inside, hm? Gonna let me use your cock too?â you gave him a sweet smile when he moaned, furiously nodding. Leaving a little peck on the corner of his mouth, you fell backwards on your back once again. âThen come here, Spence.â he was fast to top you, your thighs parting to receive him there, hands on his neck when he leaned in, eyes asking for permission to kiss you, which he didnât even need since you were now entering your tongue in his mouth, making him groan. Fuck, he could come just with that. With your tongue on his mouth, your body against him and the thought that you were only letting him fuck you to seek your own release. He moaned on your open mouth when you took his dick to align it with your entrance, which twitched at the feeling of his tip. You needed him, and you needed him now. âFuck, baby, please fuck me Spencer, please, pleaseâŚâ you whimpered, and he didnât wait to push inside in a deep and fast stroke. You both moaned, foreheads against the otherâs as he bottomed out.
âFuck, so tight, mommy, so tight⌠Shit. Iâm gonna cum.â your head had fallen backwards in gasps, giving him full access to your neck, which he kissed and sucked, leaving new marks. He was so big you felt like splitting in half, but not in a painful way. His stretch had you delirious, his tip brushing against that sweet spot that would make you come in a matter of seconds. Your nails dug on the skin of his back, making him groan. The two of you were taking your time, him getting used to the feeling of your tight and warm walls trying to milk his twitching dick and you to the feeling of his heavy and big cock sitting inside your wet cunt, spreading you to edges youâd only dreamed of getting to. He groaned against your neck when you started to unconsciously rock against him. âPlease y/n, can I fuck you now? Let me fuck you mommy, please? I need to⌠I need toâŚâ
âGo ahead, baby. Be a good boy for me and let me use your cock, alright?â he whimpered at your words, and in less than one second he had you gripping to his back for dear life and losing yourself in between moans. âOh fuck, yeah Spencer, just like that baby, shit, fuck me, fuck meâŚâ
He was just feral. Thrusting in you with just cumming in mind. His hips were pushing against yours in a hurry, hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering as you thrusted yourself on his cock, just as desperate as him. He was too pussy drunk to even kiss you straight, spit dripping down your chin at the messy made out. âFuck, y/n, mommy, shit, so good, feels so good, fuck, I love it, love your pussy, ah shit, love you mommy, loveyouloveyouloveyouâŚâ he was a mess. Both of you were. His thrusts had you drooling on the pillow, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, too lost in the pleasure, in him. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release with every new deep and harsh thrust, making your nails dig up on his back, probably leaving marks.
âFuck, Spencer, fuck, Iâm close, shit, Iâm gonna cumâŚâ you whimpered on his ear, making him fuck you harder.
âCum on my cock, mommy, please, please⌠Use me. Use meâŚâ he begged, and then you could only feel yourself cumming over and over again. It was all too much, but too good at the same time. So good that had your soaked cunt gushing all over his dick as he fucked you dumb, his hands pulling on your nipples and teeth digging so hard on your neck that draw blood. You were seeing fucking stars in the ceiling.
The only thing that you seemed able to coherently form was his name, which you chanted like you sang your favorite summer song. âSpencer, Spencer, SpencerâŚâ
âShit, Imma cum, Iâm cumming so fucking hard⌠Gonna fill your pussy mommy, gonnaâŚ, fuck!â his thrusts became sloppier. âIm gonna cum, iâmcummingiâmcummingiâmcumming.âhips thrusted one, two, three more times before his dick twitched inside of you, filling you so full you choked on air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when some of it spilled out. He was whimpering âmommyâ over and over again in between cries against your neck, thick gropes of cum painting your insides in the purest white.
âShit, fuck, Spencer. So goodâŚâ you moaned, rolling your hips at the feeling of fullness. You were fucked out, brain dead on the cock that had just gave the best sex of your life. You were trying really hard to come down from your high and calm down your breathing. âSpencer!â Though you really couldnât even do that, since you found your head being hardly pushed against his pillows and back arched with your chest against the duvet when he pulled you up from your ass, his newly hard cock ramming inside of your full of cum pussy. You cried out when his hand came down on one of your cheeks in a hard spank that had you whimpering.
âYou didnât think I was done with you, were you, âmommyâ?â you could hear the teasing in his voice. âIâm sure you really enjoyed having your way with me, didnât you?â you couldnât really comprehend how his mentality had switched so drastically fast, but you were no one to whine about it. If a submissive Spencer had you cumming so hard on his cock, how would a dominant fuck you out? You felt your pussy clench around his dick in anticipation. âWell, I hope you did, âcause now is my fucking turn.â
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hi!!! here for a request. can we have a imagine where reader has a wound from surgery or whatever on like in a rib and she hides to change the bandages but then spencer sees her and heâs like âlemme help youâ andâŚ
you do you for the rest!
in which spencer helps BAU fem!reader change her bandages in the bathroom at work. it's intimate, and he's adorable and awkward, and it only fuels her terrible, terrible crush.
warnings/tags: fluff, talk/description of wound, brief talk of being stabbed (does not actually occur in this fic lol), reader wears a bra, spencer undoes said bra but not sexually, lots of suggestive humor and teasing, a TINY sprinkling of angst but not really, idiots in love
a/n: i'm picturing early seasons spencer and it is filling me with so much unbridled joy. I. LOVE. HIM. thank you for the request!! and lets not talk about how inconsistent my formatting for requests is pls and thanks!!
Itâs not like you meant to bend down so quickly that your wound reopenedâbut here you are, suffering the consequences of your actions in the womenâs bathroom at Quantico as you try to assess the injury before you re-bandage it. And your shoe is still untied.Â
Unfortunately, the fact that you had quite literally been stabbed in the back last week makes it hard to reach said injuryâespecially when youâre at work and so canât take off your shirt like you normally would. And all this struggling means itâs taking longer than it should, so now youâre focused on the wound and its scabby, wet edges and all the things itâs secreting rather than hurrying to give another statement of the entire event to Hotch since the first one had apparently been too sparse on the details.Â
A knock sounds on the open door. Spencer calls your name.Â
âYou in there?â
The angle of your neck has your voice slightly strained as you call back, âyeah, whatâs up? Is it Hotch?â you pause to hiss as you accidentally scratch at the wound with a nail. You donât even want to know how much bacteria you just introduced to it. âTell him I didnât forget our meeting, Iâll be there inââ
âItâs not Hotch. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with your back? I know you said you were going to check on it, but youâve been in there a while.â
You sigh, dropping your sore arm as you continue to hold up your shirt with the other and regarding the reflection of your back in the mirror.Â
âActuallyâcould you come in here?â
Thereâs a pause.Â
âYou want me to come into the womenâs restroom?â
âYes, Spencer. Itâs fine. Thereâs nobody else in here. I just⌠I need some help, I think.â
The last part is admitted quietly, with an air of defeat. To admit to needing help, is, by your standards, the same as failure. Spencer knows this, which is probably the only reason he puts aside his hesitations and shuffles uncertainly into the tiled room. If youâre asking for help, itâs because you really need it.Â
âWhat do you need help with?â he asks, sweeping his gaze suspiciously around the lavatory as if you were lying about there not being any other women present and this whole thing might be a trap of some sort.Â
âItâs gross, and you can totally say no.â
He raises his brows expectantly, before spotting the weeping wound on your back. Unconsciously he steps closer, leaning forward. Itâs not your fault, and the gore is not specific to youâanyoneâs body would react this way to being stabbed. But you still feel embarrassed by the close attention to such an ugly marring, which nobody besides you and your doctors has actually seen up close.
âThat doesnât look good,â he mutters. The expression on his face is irritatingly familiarâthe drawn brows, tightened eyes, barely parted lipsâbut it takes a moment before you realize what it is.Â
âReid,â you complain. Heâs still stooped over slightly to examine the wound, and looks up at you through dark lashes with those infuriatingly warm puppydog eyes.
âWhat?â
âYouâre looking at me the way you look at a dead body on the slab.â
His nose scrunches.
Some might say it scrunches adorably.Â
âNo, Iâm not. Thatâs just my face.â
âOkay, well stop. Itâs freaking me out.â
He poutsâactually pouts. Subtle, but bottom lip jutted out and all. Itâs ridiculously endearing.Â
âMy face freaks you out?â
âWhâno! Thatâs not what I said! You haveâyou have a great face! I didnât meanââÂ
You manage to claw yourself out of the hole youâre digging when you see the dopey smile growing on his face.Â
Oh. He was fucking with you.Â
He never used to do that. Itâs unnerving to be the fucked with instead of the fucker for a change. Especially when itâs Spencer.Â
âWhat did you need me for?â Spencer asks by way of peace offering. You close your eyes and sigh, attempting to collect your thoughts without his presence re-scrambling them. Â
âUmâI just need you to put this bandage over it. I canât reach without taking my shirt off.â
And now youâre forced to wonder if heâs thinking about you shirtless as much as youâre thinking about you shirtless.
âYeahâdonât do that,â he says absentmindedly, stepping again closer to get a better look before turning to the nearest sink.
For some reason, this offends you.Â
âWhy not?â
Spencer pulls another face as he washes his handsâyou love the constant flow of expressions he always seems so unconscious of. Even when theyâre not pleasant and directed at you. Â
âAre you asking me why shouldnât you take your shirt off?â he clarifies.Â
âI know why I shouldnât take my shirt off, but I want to know why you think I shouldnât take my shirt off.â
âBecause weâre at work?â he observes astutely. You frown deeply at his completely logical reply. Spencer chuckles as he dries his hands and approaches once more, taking the square of gauze pre-lined with medical tape from your hand. âI mean, I canât stop you. But it would be kind of a weird choice.â
âOh, so me shirtless is weird?â
Cool fingers meet the comparatively hot skin of your backâwhere everything is still sensitive because the wound wreaked havoc on your nerves there. You flinch slightly.Â
âSorry,â he murmurs gently. Though his touch is so incredibly light it doesnât really hurtâit hurts much less than when youâre tending to the wound, anyway. Itâs almost soothing. After a moment he continues, a bit louder. âAnd that is not what I was saying. But I am completely comfortable asserting that it would be weird for you to be shirtless at work.â
The gentle touches contrast with his teasing words and serve to disorient you as youâre shaken back in to your usual dynamic. Which is markedly more sarcastic.Â
âWellââ
Before you have to think of something to say, Spencer interrupts you.Â
âYour, umâI think yourâŚÂ brassiereâŚÂ is in the way.â
As soon as he says it you burst out laughing. It echoes through the room.Â
âMy brassiere? Are you actually 70 years old?â
His brows knit even tighter and his face gets very pink very quickly. He canât meet your eyes over your shoulder.Â
âThatâs what itâs called.â
âSpencer, you may be the first person to use that word since 1952. Say bra.â
âI donât want to,â he complains. Your laughter only grows as your head tips back.Â
âWhy? How is brassiere better than bra?â
âItâsâitâs too colloquial! Iâm trying to be professional!â
âCall it a bra or Iâm going to rub my dirty hands all over my back,â you threaten, adopting a poker face so he knows you mean business. His eyes widen immediately.Â
âOh my god! Bra! Do you want to introduce staph and meningitis and gâdo not do that!â
âSee? How hard was that?â
âI hate you,â he mumbles, face still flushed and adorable. âAnd you still have to take it off.â
âExcuse me?â you grin, pretending to be affronted because you know he didnât mean it like that but itâs fun to pretend he did. Fun for you, of course. Not so much for him. He's utterly flustered by this point.
âOr at least undo it! Itâs in the way.â
With a deeply bored sigh, you go to unclasp your braâbut as you go to do it your shirt drops down. You grimace, humor briefly forgotten as the fabric brushes the damaged skin.Â
âI canâtââ
âOkay, justâIâll do it,â Spencer says. âJust move your shirt again.â
So you do, watching his reflection as he works.
And you have not one joke to break the heavy silence with as you feel his knuckles gently pressing into the middle of your back, as he unclasps the bra with his characteristic tenderness and a surprising amount of agility. Itâs quiet except for your pulse in your own ears as he carefully pushes it out of his way, holding it down with a hand to your rib cage and fingertips slipping just under the fabric of your shirtâunintentionally and certainly non-sexual, no doubt, but skimming under your heart in a way that still feels so intimate youâre realizing how touch-starved you are.Â
âYou do that often?â you find yourself asking, because youâre stupid, and you need to cool the tension before it chokes you, and you canât help yourself even though you donât actually want to know the answer.Â
âI,â he begins, voice quiet as rustling paper, tongue darting over his lip and eyes narrowed. The sentence stalls as he focuses on placing the patch just so. âDo not think that is an appropriate workplace question.â
Something aches in the pit of your stomach.Â
Something resembling jealousy.Â
It was not the timid evasive linguistic maneuver of someone who is insecure about the thing theyâre discussing. It was not the awkward fumbling no but I donât want to tell you that which you were expecting from Spencer Reid.Â
Nor is it an easy yesâan admission between friends. He doesnât want to tell you.Â
You swallow and try to act like yourself.Â
âYet here you are, in the womanâs restroom at our place of employment, undoing my bra. I think weâre past professionalism.â
âWhen you decontextualize it like that it sounds like something itâs not. This is professional, because Iâm helping you with a wound you sustained on the job. Iâm being a good colleague.â
Your lips twist into a smile he canât see.Â
âA great colleague would kiss it better.â
âIt's almost like you want me to file a sexual harassment complaint with HR," he says through a little smirk as he smooths the bandage over. Before you can snip back, he steamrolls over his own teasingâyouâve both been speaking in almost reverent tones since he started but his voice loses the sarcastic edge from a second before and reverts back to concerned and sweet. âDoes that feel okay?â
You rotate your shoulders best you can without letting go of your shirt or flashing the good doctor to check if it feels secure. Â
âItâs good. And heyâif I were going to sexually harass you I would do a lot better than that. You think thatâs my best material? Thatâs just the tip of the iceberg. I keep so many inappropriate comments to myself. Youâd be shocked by some of the things I have almost said to you.â
He laughs, secures the band of your bra and begins fitting it to the clasp youâd had it onâand at that precise moment Emily walks in.Â
âHâwoah.â
âItâsâIâmâI was helping her!â Spencer panics, immediately removing his hands from you like his palms are burning and holding them up defensively.Â
âOh, you helped me alright,â you tease, pulling your shirt back into place.Â
âDonât say it like that!â And then, to Emily, âI was changing out her bandage!â
âChanging my bandage,â you emphasize, winking more than is advisable.Â
âThatâsâthis is a hostile work environment! I feel unsafe!â Spencer almost yells, half laughs, as he scampers towards the door. âIâm going to HR!â
âShut up! You love it!â
His laughter audibly travels farther away for several moments as he presumably goes back down the hallway to do his actual job.Â
You have the stupidest grin on your face, but you wipe it off when you notice Emily staring.Â
âWhat?â
âNothing,â she says, shaking her head and looking away, moving toward a stall. âYouâre just⌠you guys are funny.â
âWhat do you mean funny?â You demand, standing right outside her stall as she closes it.Â
âWhâI mean funny! Are you going to listen to me pee, you weirdo?â
You frown.Â
She makes a good point.Â
Unfortunately, giving Hotch a more detailed statement is just as bad as youâd thought itâd be. Despite how cheery youâve tried to remain about the whole situation, despite the way you insisted that the wound was so shallow you didnât need more than a few days off work, despite the jokes you make about forgetting itâs even there because itâs on your backâitâs hard not to remember exactly how the glass felt twisting under your skin, how youâd felt suddenly so hot and lightheaded and sick to your stomach and the way Morgan hollered because he didnât know how deep it had gone after you crumpled quick from shock, when youâre asked to describe it all in excruciating detail.Â
It only takes ten minutes, but they seem to drag on and on and by the time youâre leaving Hotchâs office you feel utterly drained. You hurry back to your desk, covertly wiping away moisture that you refuse to allow to become tears. Once seated, and having dodged sympathetic looks and avoided any do you want to talk about its, you allow yourself a few deep breaths with your eyes shut.Â
When you open them, you realize thereâs a fresh cup of your favorite tea on your desk, in the Snoopy mug the team is always fighting over. Now his little black nose is covered by a square of yellow paper. Youâre already smiling as you peel away the sticky note and hold it closer.Â
On it is an adorably odd smiley-face, and a note in familiar, messy looping scrawl.Â
I would never report you to HR beautiful
That would be a stab in the back!
You snort loudly and clap a hand to your mouthâbut youâve already drawn the attention of almost everyone in the bullpen.Â
When you turn to look at Spencer, heâs not looking back. Instead, his eyes are firmly trained on his computer screen. But heâs got his chin propped on his fist over the desk, and his knuckles are doing a poor job of concealing a giant self satisfied grin. He is the only person on the team who knows you well enough to make such a distasteful joke. And he also knows you well enough to know that it would make you feel so much better after your meeting with Hotch than all the well-meaning sincerity in the world ever could.
Funny.Â
Maybe that is the right word for what you two are.Â
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CRIMINAL MINDS P LINKS
warnings: NSFW CONTENT, MDNI, you have to be 18 or older to interact or i will block.
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SPENCER REID
⢠sucking spencer off
⢠fucking you while youâre on top
⢠spencer fingering you while youâre whining and moaning
⢠spencer fucking your thighs
⢠spencer being a munch đĽ°
⢠riding spencer
⢠spencer eating you out
AARON HOTCHNER
⢠fingering you after a long day
⢠fucking you before work
⢠taking his stress out on you
⢠punishing you for acting out :(
⢠mutual masturbation with hotch
⢠teasing you with his cock
⢠riding hotch
⢠fucking you so good
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