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Ask her out, Jareau - Jennifer Jareau
Another fluffy oneshot that has kinda been sat in my drafts since last month (are you surprised at this point, its me) and I'm finally uploading it. Is it proof-read? No. Should it of been? Probably. But oh well đ¤ˇââď¸
Penelope & Emily tease JJ about her crush on Y/n, who had been on the team for a year now. When both women tease her about it, JJ gives in. But Y/n already knows JJ has a crush on her, well more like she had a hunch, and would've caved in if JJ didn't any time soon.
This one was silly I know! I'll probs end up writing a part two to this :)
JJ had this crush on Y/n since the first few months the young woman joined the team. And it's been a year now, thinking that it was just a silly crush, but no.
The blonde had never really had a crush on women, well there was these silly crushes in Highschool, college, university, but she never acted on them. So for JJ, this was nerve racking. Especially when Y/n, was this beautiful, funny, caring & badass agent. That didn't help. And those butterflies she felt whenever she smiled at her, or they touched. It overwhelmed JJ with so many feelings, all positive though.
"Hey, JJ are you okay?" The blonde woman was snapped out of her thoughts, when she noticed Y/n stood in front of her desk, in her office. A cup of coffee in her hand. "Uh, yeah. This for me?" JJ questioned with a smile.
Y/n gave JJ a smile back, and the blonde swore her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, of course gotta fuel my favourite agent" she chuckled. "Thank you." JJ added, taking the cup of coffee from Y/n and taking a sip.
"Just how I like it to".
"Of course Jayje only the best" Y/n added, giving JJ another smile. God, she was so pretty. "I'm finishing up a report for the previous case, but if you need me I'll be out here as usual".
"Okay, I'll be in here if you need me" JJ mentioned. With that they said their byes for now, and Y/n walked out of JJ' office with a smile.
"What's got you all smiling" Of, course Derek would want to know just so he could tease her about it. But Y/n wasn't about to let him know. "Wouldn't you like to know, Derek" she chuckled.
"Yeah I would actually" Derek chuckled, teasing her again. "Not happening" Y/n added, rolling her eyes.
"Oh cmon Princess gimme something."
"Uhm, no." A knock was heard at JJ' office, she sat up a little startled at the sudden knock but composed herself when Emily and Penelope walked in. "What's up you two?" JJ asked. Penelope giving her the 'I know something' grin. Emily giving JJ a small smile, folding her arms in front of her chest. "What's up with us? What's up with you and Y/n?" Penelope spoke, enthusiastically.
"What? What do you mean by that Pen? We're fine." JJ added, she knew what Penelope was hinting at, but she didn't want to admit it. "I tried to stop her, but now I'm curious" Emily chuckled.
JJ leaned back on the chair and rolled her eyes. "Jayje don't play the 'I don't know what you mean' card. Because you do." Penelope added.
"But I don't" JJ shrugged.
"Yes. You. Do."
"No Pen I don't."
JJ doesn't do the whole date a co-worker thing, well atleast that's what she thought until she met Y/n. She could make an exception for her, any day. "Oh for gods sake JJ, will you just ask Y/n on a date?" Penelope replied, Emily was amused by this, watching as the blonde woman went from confident to flustered, just over the mention of Y/n.
But JJ had quickly composed herself "okay first of all I'm pretty sure Y/n likes me as a friend, second I've never dated another woman, let alone kissed one." JJ mentioned. And to that Emily rolled her eyes with a slight laugh.
"First of all JJ, have you really never noticed the way Y/n looks at you with such adoration and love. Secondly Y/n is in love with you, it's obvious trust me. And you've never kissed a girl? Okay. Until now." Emily added, amused but also trying to be a wing woman for her friend. "You guys shouldn't be encouraging me" JJ mentions. Penelope went from giving her a confused look to a grin. "And why not?" Penelope asks. Before JJ could even speak Penelope spoke again. "Is it because its working?" She giggled.
"No?" JJ lied, this was in fact working. Its not that she didn't want to ask Y/n on a date, because of course she did. But also the fact they work together, and despite Emily saying that she knows Y/n likes her back, JJ still doesn't have it in her to ask or tell Y/n how she really feels. But if these two keep pushing her, she just might. "That was a lie, JJ, and you know it. You turned it into a question rather than a straight forward answer" Emily added, sounding serious.
Damn it, profilers.
"Its just that we work together, what if it gets complicated?" Another excuse. Not that JJ was too worried about that. Because they both know how to act preofessional during work hours. "Maybe. Right now you've gotta ask her on a date. Work is almost finished, since we have no case today." Emily replied, with a chuckle.
"If you and Y/n can flirt during work hours and remain professional, then you two can still do that while in a relationship during work hours". Okay Pen and Emily had points, The two women could work it out between them, when it gets complicated. But then, JJ was also scared to lose Y/n if shes wrong about this. Jennifer rolled her eyes "We don't flirt" but not even she was convincing enough. "Sure you don't" Emily chuckled.
"So, are you gonna ask her?" Emily asked.
"Right here, right now?!" JJ exclaimed, they were all still at work. The blonde would rather do this when shes alone with Y/n. Although, she may never do so unless pushed like she is now. "Go out there, get her in here and ask her alone." Penelope cheers. That moment JJ stands up from the chair, smirking to herself "fuck it I guess" she chuckles. Emily and Penelope silently cheer, as they leave JJ' office and go back to whatever they were doing beforehand.
JJ leaned against her opened door frame, adoring Y/n from afar for a few minutes. Y/n let out a small laugh at a joke Derek had just said, JJ loved Y/n' laugh she thought it was the most prettiest laugh shes ever heard, along with her smile. She took a deep breathe then exhaled.
"Hey Jayje, you okay?" Y/n caught her attention, the blonde must have zoned out for longer than she thought. JJ let out a nervous laugh "yeah, sorry I was staring."
"I don't mind if its you staring, beautiful" Y/n complimented. Making JJ' heart skip another beat. Thats when all her confidence seemed to have left her body. And her first instinct was to run away from this, but she couldn't run away from her feelings, not anymore. "You don't seem okay, come on we'll talk in your office." Y/n reached for JJ' hand and the blonde took it without hesitation. Both women could feel eyes on them, but that all stopped when JJ closed the door behind them.
"Whats bothering you JJ?" Y/n just came right out and said it, JJ sat on her desk in front of the h/c woman, and sighed. "I like this woman, and I've never really felt the way I do about this woman for any other. I've had silly crushes, which I thought this was, but over time its procressed and I don't even know if she likes me back. I'd be terrible in that sort of realtionship though beause I've never been with another woman, or even kissed one" JJ explained, she never once mentioned that Y/n was this woman.
Y/n smiled, she inched closer to the blonde in front of her, looking down slightly as she was stood up. Tucking some loose strands of JJ' hair behind her ear. JJ relaxed into her touch almost immedietely. "Well I'm sure if you tell this woman how you feel, then they'd be happy to reciprocate and show you" Y/n took a small step back, she bit her lip. As if she knew something that JJ didn't.
"Do you know something I don't?" JJ asked curiously, as she stood up from sitting on the desk, approaching Y/n. "No, I have no clue what you're on about?" Y/n chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.
"No, you know something." JJ added.
"No, I really don't" Y/n smirked, she was about to cave in herself, if JJ didn't any time soon. The urge to kiss the blonde woman in front of her was getting even stronger than it already was. "I don't believe you for a second Y/n, what do you know?" JJ asked, raising an eyebrow at Y/n. Who swore right then and there that she was about to cave in.
That was until...JJ had caved in already. Grabbing Y/n, turning her around and backing her up against the desk, Y/n had to sit down on it for balance. Their lips ghosting over each others. "I knew you liked me back" Y/n smirked.
"Wait- you knew? And you like me back that way?" JJ asked, confused. "Why didn't you say anything?" she then added.
"Because I was waiting for you, to see if I was right. Now are you going to kiss me?" JJ felt a bit nervous, of course she would. But without anymore sighing or hesitation, she crashed her lips against Y/n', JJ leaned forwards slightly as Y/n kissed back, her hands around the back of JJ' neck. JJ rested one hand on the desk beside Y/n, and the other on Y/n' thigh. This all just felt natural, felt right, and JJ no longer felt nervous.
Y/n bit JJ' bottom lip slightly as she pulled away. "Wow" JJ breathed out.
"Can I kiss you again?"
"You don't need to ask JJ" Y/n smirked, this time Y/n took charge of the kiss, tongues clashing, but JJ gave in and let Y/n win this one. Y/n standing up, but never breaking the kiss, turning JJ around, sitting her on the desk this time. Y/n eventually broke the kiss, as things got a little more heated, but the blonde woman followed her, kissing her again quickly. "Whoa there tiger, we don't wanna get caught at work" Y/n chuckled. JJ laughed along with her.
"How was that for your first kiss...actually more like make out with a woman?" Y/n asked. "Better than I imagined" JJ replied, no hesitation, because that was true, it was a whole lot better.
"Do you want to go out on a date later?" The blonde woman mentioned.
"I thought you'd never ask Jareau, of course. We have a hour of work left, see you later?" Y/n added. "Oh no, not so fast, you can bring the case report you need to finish in here. Then I'll drive you home" JJ chuckled, not wanting to be away from Y/n for the last hour, especially after those kisses. "Okay, okay whatever you want ma'am" Y/n added, instantly surrendering.
The two women smirking at each other before Y/n left to grab the case report. Both were excited for later, JJ was probably more nervous than Y/n though.
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right where you left me
pairing: im jaebeom Ă park jinyoung (got7/jjp)
wc: 10.3k || 4/4 chapters
tags: post-break up, exes, friends to lovers, past relationship(s), flashbacks, fluff and angst
language: english
excerpt from chapter 1
The sun reaches its highest point on this chilly Saturday afternoon. Although there arenât an overwhelming number of cars today, Jinyoung makes an effort to leave his house earlier than usual. He hasnât seen his family in around 4 months due to his incredibly busy job, and him and his sisters made a bet on who could get to their parentsâ house first. With an overnight bag in the passenger seat and his hands on the steering wheel, Jinyoung drives through the high rise buildings and billboards.
He reaches the main bridge that connects the city to the small towns in the countryside. Itâs been a while since he passed this bridge, fewer cars here than he expected. After a couple more minutes, he sees his old hometown.
Although Jinyoung came to visit many times before, his hometown still gives off a timeless feel. The grass green and well kept, the simple rustic style of the houses, the neighbourhood children biking with their friends outside. It seemed like most of it stayed the same, minus the residents perhaps. Jinyoung drives past the other houses, as if he was in his school bus coming back home. He finds a house with a dark brown exterior and parks in front of it. Even though his parents are planning to have it repainted, heâll miss the old brown wood color of their house. He takes his bag from the passenger seat and exits the car. The path leading to the door has small weeds, and his motherâs outdoor plants still look very much alive. He lifts his hand to ring the doorbell, but he hears someone opening the front door.
âThe dishwasher has finally arrived!â His oldest sister, Minyoung, answers the door. Jinyoung looks at her, confused. While leaving his shoes near the doorway, he sees his other sister, Hwayoung, in the middle of eating lunch. âHuh? Since when did both of you get here?â âHalf an hour ago.â Hwayoung answers while moving to the side and patting the seat next to her. âYou guys left earlier, didnât you?â He puts his bag down. âWe left at noon, youâre just salty that you lost the bet!â Minyoung sticks her tongue at him while walking back to the dining table.
âJinyoung, my son!â His mother gives him a warm hug and kisses his cheek. âI hope the dishes arenât too much for you.â âDonât worry mom, Iâll wash them all.â He side eyes his sisters, snickering while shoving kimchi rice in their mouths. âJinyoung!â His dad calls him over. âSit down and eat before Minyoung and Hwayoung finish it all.â Jinyoung hangs his coat and sits next to Hwayoung at the table. His mother hands him a bowl of kimchi stew and puts bulgogi on his plate. He takes a spoonful of the stew, still tastes the same even after so long, like the times he requested his mother to make it while he does his homework.
While he catches up with the rest of his family, they hear the doorbell ring. His mom stands up and goes to answer the door. âOh, Mrs. Im!â The siblings look to the door. âOh! Iâm sorry, am I interrupting something?â âNo, donât worry!â The rest of the family politely greet Mrs. Im. âNice to know the kids came to visit. Um, could I ask for some extra ingredients? Iâll pay you back after today.â âYes, of course! What do you need?â âJust some tofu. My son decided to surprise me with a visit today!â
Jinyoung suddenly stops eating. Jaebeomâs back? Why would he be back?
Minyoung and Hwayoung notice, and they look at their little brother worryingly. Hwayoung gently places her hand on Jinyoungâs shoulder to try and comfort him.
âJaebeom? Isnât he supposed to be in America?â âThatâs what I thought too! When I saw him at the doorstep, I told him: What are you doing here?!â Mrs. Im laughs at her own story. âTurns out they gave him a week off, and he flew all the way here! Heâs staying at some hotel but he dropped by earlier. Heâll come back here again since Iâm preparing dinner for him.â
Jinyoung stands up from the table and goes to the fridge to look for tofu. He finds it and gives it to Mrs. Im. âOh, thank you Jinyoung!â She takes it from him. âWow! You look so mature! And so do Minyoung and Hwayoung!â She turns to his mother. âYou raised such diligent adults.â His mother proudly smiles at her children. âOh, Jinyoung! Jaebeom is just walking around in this area, do you want me to call him and tell him youâre here too?â
âOh no, you donât have to.â Jinyoung hesitates a bit with his answer. âIâll just find him and surprise him myself.â
They wave Mrs. Im goodbye and return to the table. Minyoung and Hwayoung give each other a look, surprised with Jinyoungâs answer. They say nothing and continue eating, occasionally glancing at their brother.
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just like heaven
in which flirty!reader finally confesses her feelings to a pining spencer reid after a night out. she's slightly buzzed. it's complicated.
fluff (some angst) warnings/tags: fem!reader, reader drinks alcohol, dirty jokes, so much flirting and banter, some arguing kinda, but spencer is such a gentleman, everyone gets flustered at least once, they really wanna kiss, happy ending a/n: gif :D I hope u like this! not bandages reader but like same vibes. like an AU for my AU
âEmily!â
You drawl the ee sound long, the same way you reach across the table and wiggle your fingers at her half-empty glass. Thin dark brows dart up beneath that glossy sweep of reddish-black hair.Â
âOh, wow. Thatâs unsettling. What?â
Itâs been at least an hour since you had a drink of your own, but enough alcohol is still flowing through your veins so as to render her offensive comment inoffensive. You love Emily. You love the Tequila Sunrise sweating onto the sticky table in front of her which sheâs not going to finish.Â
âI think she wants your drink,â JJ assists, cheek balanced tipsily on a propped up fist.Â
âUhâŚâ
Emilyâs doe-sweet eyes flash uncertainly behind you.Â
âIâm basically sober,â you insist, laying your head on your outstretched arm and letting your hair cascade as you bat your lashes, offering her your sweetest smile. âPlease, Em?â
It does not go according to plan. She scoffs.Â
âAre you flirting with me right now?â
â... Would that work?â
âOh my god, just⌠cool it with the fuck-me eyes,â she laughs. âYou can have the drink.â
You sit up, turning just barely over your shoulder to address Spencer.Â
âSee? Emily buys me drinks. Basically.â
She slides the drink toward you, with a subtle roll of her eyes that you choose to interpret as affectionate under the dim canned lighting. As you sit back, content and free drink in hand, her eyes slide to Reid in the seat next to you, brows arching.Â
âAre you sure you can handle her all on your own?â
âHandle me?â You frown deeply as Emily gathers her purse and slides out of the booth, followed shortly thereafter by JJ. âI donât need handling.â
âThen why do you have a handler?â JJ teases.
You slump against the worn vinyl, stirring what is mostly orange juice.Â
âHe most definitely is not my handler. Heâs my science project.â
âI got it,â Spencer assures your friends, with his trademark flattened smile. You canât help but watch him with a grin of your own, flipping the straw in the drink and nibbling on the end until itâs stained sparkly pink. Goodbyes are issued, and soon itâs just the two of you. Perhaps itâs a tipsy delusion, but you think he seems to relax slightly when youâre alone. His eyes are easy on you. âYou know, youâre not actually decreasing the amount of germ transmission by using the other end of the straw.â
âMm⌠pretty sure alcohol kills germs, Doctor.â
At that, you giggle.Â
Doctor.Â
Soon youâre covering your face and having a full-fledged laugh attack.Â
âWhat?â Spencer asks. From between your fingers you can see that heâs smiling guardedly, brows furrowed in a way that reminds you heâs often worried about being the butt of a joke and not knowing it. âWhatâs funny?â
âNothing,â you assure him quickly, gathering yourself. âI just⌠canât believe youâre a doctor.â
âWhy not? Whatâs so unbelievable about that?â
âYouâre so young.â
And handsome.Â
âIâm not that young. Iâm older than you,â he defends. Only by a handful of years, but you know heâs defensive about his age after a lifetime of being told he looks young forâwell, everything.Â
âYouâre⌠32?â
Thatâs not rightâyou know as soon as you say it.
âThirty three.â He very politely captures a handâyour handâthat had at some point ended up a little too close to his eye. Youâre not sure what you planned to do once it got thereâyou donât recall moving it at all.Â
âSorry.â You take your hand back, choosing to instead fiddle with a button on his coat ponderously. â33 is a good age.â
âYeah?â Spencer laughs, angling his head as if to regard you from a new angle. It warms you all over. Burns in some places, like a shot of liquor down your throat. Makes you just as dizzy, too. âYou have a lot of experience being thirty three?â
âNo, I justâŚâ your cheeks heat and you wrestle with a timid smile, averting your gaze and dropping your hand for fear his grin this close up might actually kill you. âI like 33 year old you.â
âSo⌠you didnât like me when I was thirty two?â
âStop,â you beg, a self-effacing laugh into the cup of your palm. âI canât banter. Iâm not at peak performance.â
The truth of it hits you, and you sigh, folding your arms on the table and resting your cloudy head. Only then, from this new perspective, do you allow yourself to fully admire Spencer Reid. He is smiling at you, and your heart does skip a beat like youâve got some school girl crush. These days he wears his hair falling over his face, messy on purpose, and always smells so nice. You wonder when he started caring about that stuff. You want to see what products are in his shower, and learn why he chose that cologne, or how he decides to pair his socks. He probably has some sort of algorithm.Â
âSpencer,â you begin, the serious quality of your voice diminished by the smush of your cheek against your arm. Still, he tries to respect your tone, zipping the smile and answering with a playfully twitching brow.Â
âHm?â
You want to push the hair out of his face. Why is he looking down at you like that? Like he likes you?
âYouâre a very good handler.â
His eyes narrow as he considers this, but the glimmer in them could still spark a forest fire. Youâre probably grinning like an idiot.Â
âOh, I couldnât handle you. You know this.â
You hum thoughtfully.Â
âI bet you could. Wanna try?â
Spencer shakes his head, huffing a laugh through his nose. To his credit, your bold-face innuendos donât always send him into a tailspin these days.Â
Just sometimes.Â
âYou need a ride home, donât you?â
You sit back up, stretching your arms out.Â
âYou donât have to. I could get a cab.â
âI know,â he assures you, still a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. Why. Is. He. Looking. At. You. Like. That?
âWill you let me drive?â
âI would. But, you know, my affairs arenât in order.â
You roll your eyes as he gets out of the booth and offers you a hand.Â
âIâm not that drunk.â
Spencer just wiggles his fingers.Â
âIf you can recite the alphabet in reverse you can drive my car.â
You roll your eyes again. Obviously heâs fucking with you, because 1. Heâd never let you drive even the slightest bit inebriated, and 2. He knows you canât say your ABCâs backward when youâre dead sober.Â
The truth is youâre more buzzed than anything. You could get up and walk fine without any assistance, but heâs offering you his hand, so you take it. After youâre standing, you wonder how many excuses could you possibly dream up to get it back in yours. Should you pretend to fall?
No. Not quite worth your self respect.Â
âYou knowâŚâ you muse, reveling in the brief brush of him against your back as he holds open the door for you, âitâs a good thing you didnât become, like⌠a medical doctor.â
Now walking side by side on the street, he glances over at you, a poorly veiled smile on his perfect face. Like a trap door brushed over with a few leaves. He wants you to see it.
âWhyâs that?â
A breeze ruffles your hair. The brisk cold and the walk seem to be making things crisper already. You shrug, bunching your sleeves in your hands against the increasingly frigid night. The skirt and tights youâd chosen were perfect for a stuffy dive bar. Not so much for an early DC spring.Â
âNobody wants a hot doctor.â
He looks down at the sidewalk, hands pocketed, but the curve of his lips doesnât lessen. Â
âHm. Youâre drunker than I thought.â
âWhat? No! Iâmâbarely!â Again he laughs at you, and again you flush, looking down and counting the cracks in the pavement as you journey slowly under the bath of yellow street lights. âWhy do you say that?â
âBecause you called me hot.â He sounds almost delighted as he grins sheepishly around the final word.Â
You snort. Youâve said worse things, more graphic things within the past few hours aloneâbut you suppose theyâve all been more like dirty jokes than compliments.Â
âYeah. You think you arenât?â
Sandy locks fall side to side as he carefully measures a response. His cologne is warmâsort of smoky. Itâs very nice. He doesnât seem like heâd wear cologne. Have you already thought about his cologne tonight? Once was probably enough.Â
âI just think sober you wouldnât have said that.â
âBut donât you prefer it when Iâm aggressively flirting with you? I mean, I know I do it sober too, but it's not as good, right?â
A silent stretch begins and shortly ends, and you donât mind it. Right now, everything is a winding path through the woods. Youâre willing to follow any fork off the trail if it means spending more time with him.Â
âI guess I wasnât aware that was what you were doing.â
âOh, bullshit,â you laugh, and it echoes through the canyon of a nearby alley, âIâm not subtle, Reid.â
âI donât know! Youâfor all I know thatâs just how you are! I mean, what did Emily call them earlier, yourâyour fuck-me eyes?â
Like he does when heâs flustered, he gets shrill and stuttery. Itâs nice to be reminded that heâs still a complete dork on the insideâand the outside, too, as pink stains his cheeks like watercolor. You smirk at him in your periphery, watching him against the darkened city backdrop.Â
âYou noticed those, huh?â
âNo,â he denies forcefully, but his brow is pinched like he doesnât quite believe himself, âI mean, yes, I notice when you look at other people like that, but thatâs not what I would call themâI wouldnât call them anything, Iâd just call them your eyes, you know? Not that you always look like youâre soliciting⌠the implication isnât there, itâs justâI notice when you flirt with other people! With Emily, and Derek, like, not even half an hour ago. Youâre lucky Hotch wasnât there. Youâd probably have given him a heart attack.â
âIâm more concerned with yours, to be honest.â
âMy heart is fine,â he laughs. âWorry about my dignity.â
âHm. I was going for both. Guess Iâd better try harder.â
You donât notice youâve come to a stop until youâre face to face in front of his vintage Volvo. Spencer is standing closer than usual, hands perpetually stuck in that nice wool coat. Heâs all windswept and pretty, smiling crookedly and eyes sparkly with humor. A strand of hair sticks to your lip gloss, and you brush it away, tucking it behind your ear and squinting up at him against the chilly breeze. The flush is either from the nip in the air or your brazen flirting.Â
âOr, you could go easy on me. Iâm frail. Like a⌠sickly Victorian child.â
Again his brow knits and he smiles like he knows what heâs said is ridiculous. But his tone is gentler now. Softer. Invites you to fall in deeper and see what you might find.Â
âAnd ruin all my fun? Toughen up, Reid.â
For a long moment, you donât get a responseâonly his eyes, soft and thoughtful on you, before youâre distracted by the sweet bow of his lips. If he notices youâre staring, it doesnât seem to bother him.Â
But something evidently does, as when he next speaks, itâs troubled. Curiosity straining against a rope that says maybe itâs better if I donât ask.Â
âDo⌠do you actually flirt with me? When youâre sober, I mean.â
He expects to be ridiculed. In his most vulnerable moments, heâs still bracing for rejectionâturning his cheek slightly so heâs ready for the stinging blow. It opens a fissure in your chest. You frown, and speak gently.Â
âYeah, Spence. More than anyone else. You really donât notice?â
Sometimes his face is so expressive, in the pull of his brow and tightening of his eyes and the way he wets his lips. But he probably doesnât know that. And he canât seem to meet your eyes, instead choosing to study the leather of your heeled boots. Sounds of late-night traffic, of tires on wet asphalt buffer the pauses between sentences.Â
âI notice⌠when you talk to Derek and Emily and JJ and Penelope the exact same way you talk to me. I didnât thinkâŚâ
Another gap in conversation, filled with the chatter of some group pouring out of a bar somewhere. You realize heâll need some gentle prompting to bridge it.Â
âYou didnât think what?â
When his eyes flash back up to meet yours, you have a feeling like heâs shutting the pipes off.Â
âItâsâuhââ he clears his throatâ âitâs not important, we canâweâll talk about it a different time. We shouldââ
âWait.â
Heâd been turning away but snaps right back to look at you as if on command, wearing a brand new face that tells you heâd like to wipe the past minute or so completely away.Â
âYeah?â
âSpencer. I wanna know what you were going to say.â
âI told you. Itâs nothing.â
âYou didnât tell me. You mumbled evasively and walked away. We were in the middle of something and IÂ want to know what you were going to say. Please?â
âWell, youâre drunk,â he finally sighs, and itâs a bit sharp. Stinging.Â
âI am not drunk,â you defend, and it feels true, with a bitter cold lashing at your cheek and blood heightened from the walk. âYou know Iâm not too drunk to have a coherent conversation. Why are you being weird?â
âBecause I asked you to drop it! We canât have this conversation right now, all right? I shouldnât have brought it up.â
Your stomach flips, and your breath comes a little heavier. Spencer is clearly frustrated with you. Maybe being on the wrong end of this mild vexation, and so suddenly, should make you feel guilty, or some kind of badâbut all you feel is a sort of buzz in the tips of your fingers and the thrum of your heart, something deeper than excitement pooling in your veins at having inspired this sort of passion. It means he feels something. Something for you.Â
âIâm sorry,â he tries halfheartedly, unable or more likely unwilling to stay angry at you for very long, âyou didnâtââ
âWhat conversation?â
Itâs jarring how quickly this has spun on its head. The very air youâre breathing seems to have changed. The metropolitan soundscape is a rife undercurrent of tension and louder from all the words unsaid.Â
Finally he swallows.Â
âThereâs no conversation. Iâmâit was a poor choice of wording. I just meant we should get you home.â
Before he can make it to the driverâs side door, youâre calling out.Â
âYou think I donât like you. And I just flirt with you âcause I flirt with everyone.â
Spencer stops, and turns to face you once more, sighing and head dropped to one side like youâre doing something incredibly inconsiderate. Heâs never looked at you like that before, but you donât let it shake you.Â
âThatâs what this is about, right?â
He says your name, but you donât let him get further than that.Â
âNo, I think there is a conversation here, and saying Iâm not sober enough to have it isnât fair and you should have said something before and I think you should just say it now.â
Youâre pushing his buttons with a heavy hand, though your own voice shakes. Heâs feeling it tooâyouâve never been so short with each other. His voice is raised.Â
âWhat am I supposed to say?âÂ
It boils over.Â
âThat you like me!â
It rings.Â
Then itâs silent.Â
His face is mostly blank. A little sorrowful around his eyes.Â
Itâs cold, jumping into the deep end like this.Â
âWe canât talk about this right now,â he finally says, glancing to the side as if to suggest a situation the size of the whole city.Â
âSpencer, Iââ
âItâs impossible to have a meaningful discussion until your judgement isnât impaired, otherwise itâsââ
âI am telling you that I flirt with you because IÂ really like you.â
âIââ
It appears youâve truly thrown him for a loop.  For a moment his jaw works at nothing, a soliloquy of words go unspoken, and then heâs stuttering and fumbling for the right thing to say, looking everywhere but at you.Â
âI canâtâthatâsâregardless of whether or not itâs even trueââ
âIt is true.â
âCould youâstop?â He pleads. âYou canât tell me that. I mean, the power imbalance when youâve been drinking and I havenâtâitâsâI mean, it's coercive. Because I brought it up, I asked an inappropriate questionâor at least started to ask it, and youânot that it was your fault, Iâm the responsible party in this instance, but if tomorrow you realize you never wanted to tell meâso I have to take that with a grain of salt. Iâm justâI have to pretend I didnât hear that, alright? And you canât say it again.â
Heâs ridiculous. You shift your weight onto one foot casually.Â
âThatâs not very nice. I just confessed to having a huge crush on you and youâre gonna leave me hanging?â
There is an undeniable sort of pleasure in the bright of his eyes, and you phrased it that way on purpose, just to see him preen and glowâalso to see if you could make him trip all over himself some more. Right now, despite the liminal space your relationship may or may not be occupying, youâre teasing him like you always do. Like heâs a friend, because he is. Before anything else.Â
He tries to glower, barely.Â
âWere you listening to me at all?â
âIt was hard with all the stammering. I thought you might pass out.â
âI might,â he grumbles, and the admission pleases you greatly. Your lips tug as you admire him for a momentâwatch his defenses go down and his features ease into something more inviting.Â
God, maybe you really had been too hard on him. Maybe he really didnât expect that you would like him back.Â
Youâre struck with the need to reassure.Â
A dampened clack emits from your shoe where the heel hits the ground as you step down off the curb.Â
âYou know⌠I do like you. A lot. I mean it. And Iâm glad I told you, because... you like me too, right?â
He raises his brows, like donât do anything stupid, as you approach unhurriedly. Itâs good to see that you havenât broken his spirit completely.Â
Less than a foot away, you stop. Close enough to be in his space. Too far for him to have the grounds to step back.Â
His eyes are careful on you, analytical as always, constantly predicting an infinite number of outcomes to any given scenario. Thatâs how he keeps his footing in the world. But heâs never very good at predicting you. And it helps that his razor sharp intellect is dulled, some, with affection. Attraction.Â
It shows in his eyes. Heâll let you push boundaries he knows he shouldnât. More so if you keep speaking to him this softly. Almost whispering.
âTell me you like me, Spencer.â
Because he hasnât yet. All the heavy lifting has been done for him, and that just wonât do.Â
First, he opens his mouth, and you watch the internal debate, a million things he could say, spinning round in his eyes like pinwheels. Rules, and buts, and caveats.
In the end, he just clears his throat. Speaks in the same secretive tone. Low enough to be intimate.
âI like you.â
Such a simple thing has never made you feel so airy before in your life. You steal another glance at his lips.
âSo itâs really not that complicated. We could probably just kiss.â
He tinges pink.
âWe definitely canât.â
âYou also said we couldnât talk about it, and yetâŚâ
âTalking is different. As far as Iâm concerned, nothing you say to me tonight is binding. Whatever just transpired happened completely off the record. We canâŚÂ talk about it tomorrow, but right now, you and I are friends.â
You shrug.
âFriends can kiss.â
âNo, they canât,â he says definitively, though not without a healthy dose of sardonic self-awareness and a dark smile. His hand finds your waist, and itâs glancing, if anything a light push, but youâre delighted nonetheless. Almost as pleased as if he really had kissed you. âItâs cold. Iâm ready to leave.â
Youâve pushed him enough for one night. And it is cold. So you shuffle around the car with quick steps to the passenger side door, hooking your fingers under the biting metal handle and waiting for him to unlock the vehicle.Â
Youâre shivering as your thighs press against leather upholstery, only the thinnest layer of synthetic material protecting your legs. Spencer is already starting the car, but the engine is too cold to bother turning the heat on yet.Â
âI think itâs colder in here than outside. Look at my hand.â You hold it up for him, and it is discolored, waxy, as he mindlessly takes it between his own much warmer ones. âI thought alcohol was supposed to keep you warm. Didnât that chef on the Titanic survive hours in the ocean because he was hammered?â
âThatâs a myth. Not the chefâhe did survive, but it was a complete anomaly. Alcohol causes vasodilation in the dermis layer of the skin, so you feel warmer, but it draws blood flow away from your internal organs and significantly raises your likelihood of developing hypothermia.â
Does he notice how heâs holding your hand? Carefully pressing his thumbs to the center of your palm and pushing up through your love and life lines, cupping the fingers, before sandwiching them between his own and generating friction the way a child furiously rolls a play-doh worm?
âI guess Iâm really not that drunk, then.â
Heâs not expecting it, and maybe he doesnât know what to make of your exceptionally gentle tone at first. It was a mistake, you think, as he relinquishes his hold on your hand, and you curl it to retain the memory of his warmth. But then he tucks hair behind your ear, like heâs done once or twice before, and smiles in a way you donât quite understand.Â
âI know.â
You wonât push him. You wonât ask for anything else, and you wonât demand an explanation. Spencer is special. It can all wait, because you have something good with him already. Something important. Something like holding hands.Â
It comes as a surprise when he leans across the console, and you lean in a trance to meet him, and another surprise when he gently redirects, pressing his lips to your cheek, close enough to match the corners of your mouths and nothing more.Â
Youâd let him do it a hundred times over, but he draws back after a fraction of a lingering second, and finds your hand to stroke the back of it, forgotten in your lap.Â
âYou said no kissing,â you murmur, as if in a dream. If you had the wherewithal to be embarrassed maybe you wouldnât be ogling so much.Â
âCompromise.â
If anything, you should be the cheek-kisser. But there will be time to feel slighted about that later. Time to amend. For now, you look ahead robotically.Â
âIs there a rule against friendly hand-holding?â
âProbably,â he says.
But he lets you hold his hand in your lap the whole drive to your apartment, anyway.Â
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for the night.
the flight back from a case gets delayed and the teamâs forced to book rooms for the night. what a coincidence that youâre paired with spencer.
pairing :: s5!spencer x fem bau!reader
warnings :: fluff, flustered spencer, this is literally just an excuse to write about spencer with crutches
word count :: 1.7k
authorâs note :: one of my favorite tropes asfdfafssfsd we all know where this is going right ;)
accompanying song :: letâs fall in love for the night by finneas
âi have to admit, i am quite surprised. engine failures are extremely rare â statistically, they only occur once every 1.4 million flight hours.â
âuh-huh, very interesting.â you roll your eyes, but the smile that tempts to play on your lips is too overpowering to withhold.Â
âit is!â spencer excitedly flashes you a smile. âweâre actually incredibly lucky to avoid an in-flight shutdown, which typically happens once per million flight hours-â
âreid, i think our luck might be running dry here. itâs 1 a.m., the jetâs engines are acting up, and we canât leave portland.â
you take both of his crutches in your hands with an exasperated sigh. itâs not his fault, and you know better than to project your annoyance at him, but the disappointment of not being able to enjoy a nice, hot shower in the walls of your home has you uptight.
with an apologetic smile, you extend your shoulder to spencer; slowly, he places his hand on you, and you help him carefully descend the jetâs stairs.
the two of you are the last to join the rest of the group on the ground, and hotch sends an acknowledging nod in your direction once he sees that youâve been assisting spencer.Â
âl/n, reid, you guys okay with rooming together for the night?â
the words donât initially register, and itâs only until spencer speaks up that you realize hotch isnât asking â heâs confirming.
âweâre rooming in pairs?â
hotch nods, and his sidelong stare roams over spencerâs face like heâs challenging him to continue, to contest his proposal.
âemily? jj?â you pipe up this time, sending a pleading glance at both of them. they look back at you with sheepish smiles.Â
âit looked like you guys were having a really good conversation back there. didnât want to disturb you,â emily returns, slowly raising her shoulders and mouthing sorry.
spencer clears his throat and leans into your ear. âi can probably book a room at another place-â
you widen your eyes and immediately shake your head. âno, thatâs not necessary, iâm completely fine with it! unless youâre⌠not?â
this time, spencerâs the one shaking his head fervently. âoh no, iâm entirely comfortable, perfectly content, uh- sharing a room with you.â
you display an awkward grin. âalright then, perfect.â
â
âiâll set your bag on the table, is that okay?â
âyeah, thanks a lot.â
you heave a sigh of relief as you close the door behind you and rest spencerâs bookbag on the wooden table. spencer slowly lowers himself into a chair, and you gently lean his crutches against the walls near the door.Â
youâre pleasantly surprised by the roomâs decor; its soft carpet floor and mahogany picture frames hanging from the walls easily exceed your expectations for a traditional hotel room.
youâre about to make a comment commending the roomâs quality when your eyes zero in on a terrifying sight.
thereâs only one bed.
you do a double take, circling around the bedroom once more to check if thereâs an extra mattress lying around somewhere â at this point, you really wouldnât mind if the bed has a trundle.
âfuck me.â
âwhat?âÂ
spencerâs eyes immediately divert to you, and he stifles his reaction to your comment with a hasty cough.
you point to the bed, which prompts spencer to crane his neck to get a better view.Â
âthereâs only one bed.â
spencerâs eyes widen, and his gaze snaps up to your face so fast you wonder if youâve just made a grave mistake of telling him.Â
he was bound to find out anyway.
âitâs okay, iâll take-â you start, but he cuts you off short.
âthe floor? not a chance.â
you press your lips together tightly and gesture to his leg. âplease, take the bed. your leg⌠youâre injured.â
spencer looks down at the floor briefly, a light shade of pink spreading across his face. âno, we can⌠we can share the bed.â
you feel your cheeks grow hot at his suggestion, but a refusal fails to surface on your lips.Â
moving your hands to your hips, you nod slowly. âonly because youâre insisting,â you murmur.
a brief silence veils the air, and the two of you have utterly no idea what to do next â neither of you wants to be the one to crawl into bed first.
but the clockâs hour hand had just moved past the two, and you know your eyelids arenât going to stay open for much longer.
with a weary sigh, you gesture towards the lightswitch. âdo you mind if we dimmed the lights a little?â
spencer turns, almost hobbling on his leg, and flips the switch for you. the room turns dark almost instantly, but a faint light emanates from a lamp on the nightstand.
âare you, um, going to sleep soon?â
you hate to be the first one to bring it up, but you have to â you can practically feel the tiredness tempting you like a fuzzy blanket.
âuh yeah, we should sleep.âÂ
you watch as spencer grabs a pillow from his side of the bed and positions it near the edge of the mattress. youâre about to ask him what heâs doing when he props himself onto the bed and rests his leg on top of the pillow, elevating his casted knee.
oh. as the realization hits you, you reach for your own pillow and gently place it next to his head. âhere, use this.â
âthatâs your pillow.âÂ
âi know.â
a soft chuckle sounds from his throat as spencer raises his head ever so slightly, allowing you to tuck the pillow beneath him.
âthanks,â he murmurs, and pats at the space next to him, urging you to join him on the bed.
once youâve slipped your feet into the blanket, spencer stretches his arm to turn off the lamp and moves back to whisper a hushed good night into your ear.
you turn to say it back. âgood n-â
his hand gently starts to wedge under your neck, and as he moves, strands of your hair coil around his fingers.Â
heâs offering his arm as a pillow.
you lie frozen, your breath hitched in your throat, as his arm extends fully beneath you.Â
âspence,â you exhale, caught off-guard by the sudden move.
âitâs okay. donât worry about me,â he softly whispers, inclining his head towards your face.
you smile, though you doubt he can see your face in the pitch-black darkness.Â
âsweet dreams,â you hum, and close your eyes to let sleep overtake you.
â
you wake up not to the sound of your alarm, not to the birds usually perched on the tree outside your window, but to the sound of spencer clearing his throat.
you think itâs a dream at first, but you can feel everything â the vibrations coming from his throat like heâs talking to you, his hands stroking a pattern on your back, his breaths tickling your hair.
you open your eyes to see spencer staring back at you with flustered cheeks, his eyes flickering back and forth between your face andâŚÂ
you follow his gaze and look down, only to see that your legâs wrapped casually around his hips, anchoring him to the bed. with a panicked yelp, you immediately retract your leg and leap out of the bed, frantically apologizing to him over and over again.
âiâm so sorry about that, d-did i hurt you?â
your voice sounds scratchy from your parched throat, but how you sound right now is the least of your concerns.
spencer chuckles softly before slowly sitting up. âno, you didnât do anything.â
you let out a relieved sigh at his response.
spencer grunts as he lifts himself up, tenderly listening to your continued apologies with a warm smile.
âby the way,â he starts, fixing his tie and reaching for his suit jacket, âwe're a little late.â
âwhat?â you gasp, hurriedly tucking your dress shirt into your trousers, âfuck. how late?â
a pause, and then: âfive minutes and twenty seconds.â
âoh my god,â you squeal as you fling your and spencerâs bag over your shoulders, âtheyâre probably all waiting for us.â
quickly turning the doorknob and making way for spencerâs crutches to move past the door, you rush to the elevator and hit the juddering call button.
ânext time, youâre-â you cough out as you try to catch your breath, â-youâre welcome to just push me off the bed. itâs guaranteed to wake me up instantly.â
spencer looks at you questioningly, a small grin spreading across his lips. ânext time?â
you clasp a hand over your mouth. âwait no, i meant â hopefully weâll never have to sleep in a room together ever again, but iâm saying in case-â
spencer tilts his head and lets out an amused laugh. thankfully, the elevator doors open just in time, and youâre spared the trouble of having to explain yourself further.
you bite your lips as the image of his lopsided grin lingers in the back of your mind, and the fresh regret of your words burns your face like a hot fever.
the embarrassment doesnât end, however, as the doors open once again to reveal your team standing right outside. when the elevatorâs chime echoes throughout the lobby, everyoneâs heads turn to you and spencer.
you walk out with nervous steps, grimacing when hotch merely nods and announces that the plane is ready for takeoff. spencer makes his way over to derek, who tousles his hair teasingly.
âso, howâd you sleep last night?â
you freeze when rossiâs husky voice drifts into your ears.
you force out a smile. âi definitely couldâve slept better.â
âreally?â he hums with a smirk, âi slept like a baby.â
âyeah, you upgraded your room, we get it, youâre rich,â you sigh, eliciting a hearty chuckle from the older agent.
once seated in your usual seat on the jet, youâre accompanied by spencer and morgan, who slump into their seats across from you.
you watch suspiciously as morgan wiggles his eyebrows at you and nudges his elbow into spencerâs sides. âso, late night, huh?â
spencer looks at you briefly, flushed cheeks failing to suppress the smile splaying across his face.Â
âshut up.â
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SWEET ADDICTION
Spencer Reid x bau!reader
Synopsis: Spencer always felt afraid you'd be too sweet for him. Turns out, you were just the right spice he needed. Word Count: 1800+ WARNING: Fluff with a pinch of spice. A/N: an alternate narrative draft of my other published draft, Regrets Sting... enjoyâ¨
Spencer found you saccharine.
As a colleague, a friend, and... an enchanting woman.
He spent most of his days hypervigilant, careful not to fall for your tempting, bright smiles and witty jokes.
He watched you smile warmly to each and every family of the victims you'd ever encounter. Spencer would never stop bragging about his high intelligence, but somehow, he couldn't figure you out. You were a beguiling force to behold, an enigma of kindness and walking epitome of apricity.
Spencer loves everything about you. He loves you. He was obsessed with you. Craved your presence. Greedy for your attention.
He was afraid that whatever feelings brewed in his chest were going to ravage you. Afraid that he'd ruin a beautiful art due to his impulsivity.
So he chose friendship. He had to, or else...
He became your motivator. Your stimulus. Your best friend.
He was there for you. He was there when a case became too heavy. He lent you his day off. He became your personal therapist, listening to all your vents in the hopes that it would stop the nightmares just for one night. He kept you company, reading a book to you until you drifted off to sleep but left as soon as he tucked you in.
And without you, or him, knowing, he fell for your addicting sweetness all over again. Spencer Reid was in love with you.
He felt guilty. Falling for you right after being in love with someone else because he wanted to avoid falling for you. Even Spencer couldn't make sense of himself. It was a mind-boggling conflict.
And yet, Spencer held himself back for as long as he could. He made himself believe that all he wanted was your friendship. Shoving his feelings into a box as if it were a dirty sin, he tried to keep a secret.
The deeper he fell for you, the more obvious it became to the team.
JJ figured it out first when Spencer put in too much effort to make you smile after a case that hit too close to home. You have been bland with everyone but not with Spencer. He managed to get you to laugh just by saying a couple of nerdy jokes. She knew, then, that you'd be the perfect match.
Emily and Derek noticed Spencer's smittenness at the same time. You were all on a case, and the unsub's victims disturbingly fit you. Spencer was protective of you and knew exactly how it'd make you feel. So he always kept you in his line of sight and insisted on working with you before Hotch had the chance to object. Of course, along with that was Penelope squealing about her suspicions that Spencer had a huge crush on you.
Rossi had a hunch. He saw Spencer's eyes light up every time you walked into any room, staring at you for as long as he could. One time, he saw Spencer organize your case file in the way you preferred: written detailed descriptions instead of photos. And he suspected that Spencer had done so since your first day with the team.
Hotch? He always knew but kept his mouth shut. Spencer went to him for any type of indirect romantic advice. Spencer was experiencing childish love, so who was Hotch to ruin it for the boy genius?
And so it goes...
JJ would ritually give Spencer new, interesting facts about you. Emily would become suggestive whenever you made Spencer his daily cup of sugar with drops of coffee. Derek would flirt with you whenever he caught Spencer staring at you, then report to Penelope about the progress in their project: get Spencer to confess. Rossi, at times, pulled Spencer back from his trance whenever he started to malfunction because of something you did that made his stomach flip. And Hotch was Spencer's go-to companion. Vaguely describing his feelings for you in hopes that the unit chief had some sort of advise in return.
So he could only imagine the heartbreak when you arrived one morning with an unfamiliar scent of shampoo and a giddy smile as you walked in with the precinct's detective.
He immediately expressed his disapproval. Of course, you were confused about it. What was worse was you didn't know why. And worse than that was Spencer couldn't tell you why.
Or so he thought.
"I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of this," You walked into an interrogation room.
"Just because Det. Lohan is an old friend of yours does not mean he can be trusted. You haven't seen the guy in years. I think it's safe to say that sleeping with him was not a smart choice." Spencer wanted to smack himself for his poor choice of words, but he'd rather you lecture him than spend more time with the detective that still lingered on your hair.
You laughed, not taking his words personally. "Spence, I'm a woman with two guns dangling on each side of her hips. I can take care of myself." You took his worry into account and yet made your decision clear.
Out of nowhere, Spencer pushed you by your hips against the door. You gasped out of shock, a dangerous sound that rang in his ears.
"Still think you'd be safe?" Spencer could barely look at you. He didn't know what he would do if he did.
"You're making him sound more dangerous than he is. This is clearly not about keeping me safe. What's going on? You know you can always talk to me." Your voice was like honey. It was sweet and kind. You had no doubt, no suspicion. You trusted him too much. You were too sweet on him.
Spencer released a sharp sigh. He really had no other choice, did he? "I'm in love with you," He muttered under his breath but loud enough to tickle your ear.
Your expression changed. You took time to read whatever his eyes could say, but you came up with nothing, "Spence... you already rejected me. You said we're better off friends. You said you weren't attracted to me." You kept your tone unfairly soft, filling him with guilt.
"I lied, okay?!" Spencer was losing his cool. How much you affected his mood was beyond torture.
"Well, that's not fair... I was in love with you. Told you how I felt." Your face was sullen. "And what? I'm supposed to just take you in my arms because now you want me?" You gently pushed him, looking down on your feet. "I'd like to be alone, please." You were firm with your words, hurt lingering under your breath.
"Was?" Spencer queried.
You looked back up, "What?"
He stepped closer, "You said, 'I was in love with you.' You're not anymore?" Spencer's eyes bore into your very soul. It felt like he was interrogating you with a different charge of crime than a few seconds ago.
"That's not the point," You barely managed to sound in control. His entire demeanor changed, focusing on one phrase.
"You don't love me anymore?" Spencer moved closer, leaving nothing but his breath between the two of you. He quickly glanced at your lips, then stared at you once more, making sure you saw what he just did.
You subtly gulped, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat. "What are youâ"
"Say you still love me, and I'll kiss you," It was as if every restraint Spencer had finally snapped the longer he was alone with you. He has been restricting himself from every inch of you, after all, despite you being unaware of it.
You shook your head, lifting your chin up, "I'm really not in the mood to play games with you, Spence. Why can't you just leave the entire thing alone?" You hoped he couldn't hear how loud your heart was beating right in your ear.
Spencer's eyes soften. He drooled at the sight of your lips, leaning his forehead on yours. Spencer closed his eyes in desperation, "Please say you love me so I can kiss you..." He begged in a small whisper.
A lot of possibilities and doubts flooded your senses, but only one thing rang in your head.
"Iâ" You didn't get the chance to say it. Spencer's lips were already attached to yours.
Your mind went blank, and your knees turned weak. If he hadn't wrapped an arm around your waist, you would've long fallen on the floor and ruined the euphoric moment you were in.
His kiss wasn't anything like you'd imagine. Nowhere near the gentleness you've known him to be. His kisses were desperate and eager.
Spencer pressed your back against the two-way mirror, harsher than when he'd pushed you against the door. The loud thud echoed in the entire room. His kisses became hotter and hungrier by the second.
And just as his lips were about to trail down to your jaw...
"Uhmâ"
You froze at the sound of the speaker sending feedback, lightly tapping Spencer to abruptly stop.
"Sorry... But, uh, the interrogation room's actually not empty. At least not on our side." JJ spoke from the speaker.
You bit your lower lip as you tightly closed your eyes, "I know I'm going to regret this, but who's with you?" Your voice cracked from utter embarrassment.
The speaker spilled a chuckle all over the room, "You got room for another, sweetheart?" Derek could barely hold his laugh as he spoke.
"Count me in, too," Emily chimed in, creating another horrible feedback.
Spencer squinted at the mirror as if he'd be able to see them the more he stared at his reflection. You were glad your back was against, or else they would've seen how red your face became.
"Uh... Can you leave? Please?" You looked up at the ceiling. You couldn't even look at Spencer's face from the embarrassment you were feeling.
"Just don't make a mess. We still need to use the room for the unsub later." Derek teased.
"No promises," Spencer grinned at you, making your face heat up more than it already was.
Emily's amused laughter echoed, "Getting a little too pride of yourself there, Reid." Her voice went one-eighth octave lower. "I won't hesitate to beat you up if you do some dumb shit."
You waited for at least a minute to make sure that they did leave before you collapsed on the floor with your hands covering your face.
Spencer squatted in front of you and took your hands, intertwining your fingers. "Regret falling in love with me yet?" A playful smirk danced over his lips.
"Right now? I do. I really, really do." But you were too sweet for him. So you rolled your eyes, groaning in indecisiveness, "I really don't."
"Yeah," Spencer couldn't help but smile, "You really don't." He grabbed your face by the cheek and stole another kiss.
Spencer couldn't help it. You were his sweet addiction. And he'd keep it that way as long as you let him.
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deadly kiss
chief architect jaehyun x chief engineer fem reader
genre: office au, enemies? to lovers, dom x dom and trying to force each other to sub, romance, smut, fluff
warnings: +18, alcohol, language, explicit sexual content, oral fem receiving, fingering, random sir kink because i was horny like that, use of pet name baby for her during sex, gagging on fingers and sucking, light choking, raw, sex in office, creampie.Â
words: 12k+
have this little something as I warm up back into writing. it was supposed to be longer and with some angst but it has been in my drafts for monthssss and I was sick of it ehaheah enjoy. if some of these things happened to me irl no they didnt :)Â
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Present, Monday 2 after the Kiss
That morning you woke up feeling the best you have felt in a hot minute. The sun was shining, the outfit you prepared looked good, you had no trouble putting on makeup that day and your hair looked great. Nothing could have disrupted such a holy morning.
Well, besides a pile of A3 papers on your desk.Â
The sigh that escaped your chest as you stepped into your office sounded so defeated that your colleagues turned around in their wheeled chairs to check if you were okay.Â
Itâs not like you hated to have piles of paper on your desk. That was your job after all.Â
It was the owner of those papers that made you roll your eyes so far back in your head that you saw green stars.Â
âCan you kindly check these and confirm theyâre okay? JJ :)âÂ
You stared at that yellow Post-it on top of the pile and the smiley face as if they committed a crime. Â
âI donât think you architects have any conception of math or physics,â you said, placing the papers on Jaehyun's desk maybe a bit too harshly.Â
The man looked down at them with open palms then he prepared his cocky smile before lifting his eyes to look at you.Â
He took his time with that: starting from the waist, going up slowly, shamelessly going over your breasts and finally face.Â
"Hi," he tilted his head to one side and rested two fingers on his cheek.Â
You rolled your eyes.Â
"That project is halfway fucked," you explained, indicating the papers with your chin.Â
Jaehyun's expression changed to a fake frown, going as far as giving you a little pout. "Oh, we can't allow that. Projects deserve to be fucked until the end. Just like yo-"Â
You interrupted. "I swear if you continue that phrase, Jeong-"Â
"Then what?" he interrupted you as well.
His eyes were dark. Eyelids low. But they were sparkling.Â
You wouldnât get intimidated. "I'll get you fired,â you said.
He chuckled. âThatâs not what you said last weekend.âÂ
Thatâs right. It was all your fault. Youâve been bearing the heaviness of that fault for a few days now, in silence, and Jaehyun was just trying to make it even more difficult.
You leaned down slowly, looking around with circumscription but none of his crazy architect colleagues were paying attention to you two. If usually theyâd be drinking champagne at 11 am discussing a building that breaks every law of gravity, they were weirdly dead inside that day. The project was probably kicking their ass too.Â
Jaehyun stared at your cleavage underneath the dangling necklace you had around your neck before looking back up into your furious eyes.Â
âOnly because we made the mistake of kissing while drunk that Friday night, it doesnât mean you can be unprofessional. Do you understand me?âÂ
The manâs eyes flickered and his cocky expression didnât leave his pretty features. But he nodded once. âYes, maâam.âÂ
You straightened your back and cleared your voice, ignoring how that reply made your stomach churn. You blamed it on rage. Hearing his deep voice so up close made you irrationally mad.Â
âLook again at that proposal of yours and the adjustments I made. I can give you a physics crash course if you need it.âÂ
âReally? Would you?âÂ
âI was being sarcastic. Do you think engineers in this place have time to babysit you little artsy people?âÂ
âMaybe I can give you something back for the effort?âÂ
You scoffed and crossed your arms, expecting some usual Jeong Jaehyun bullshit, like âa kissâ, âa dateâ, âmy cockâ. But he stood up and pulled down his dress pants on the thighs before getting the papers you gave him back and stacking them well together.Â
âLike some artistic eye since you clearly lack that,â he said.Â
You felt your jaw tighten at the insinuation.Â
He got closer, his lips almost touching your ear. âThereâs no need to be rude to me only because you think Iâm attractive,â he lowered his voice, the little smirk never leaving his face. âI can play this game too.âÂ
You opened your mouth to reply but the swoosh he created by walking away made your hair get into it.Â
âThank you for the review,â he added already a few meters away.Â
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âItâs a theme park.âÂ
You licked your lips with furrowed eyes, your tongue still faintly tasting the hair conditioner. The meeting of the day was to announce the new project the firm was about to take on. One of the many you've been going crazy over lately. Of course, you had to be the one to take notes that day. You enjoyed the fair share of responsibilities your company had, but sometimes you really missed having a little secretary to do the little jobs for you.Â
You sighed as your nails tapping on the keyboards accompanied the voice of the speaker.Â
âThere will be a few main rides weâll be responsible for. Our engineers are great and I have huge trust in you all. For this task, youâll have to work with the architecture team though.âÂ
Your typing stopped. A few of your colleagues murmured. Engineers were usually complete individuals. They could build rides for a theme park themselves with no need from the weirdos of the other office. They usually needed the engineers, never the opposite.Â
âI think weâre capable of working on this on our own, sir,â you said.
The man sighed as if he expected the resistance.Â
âThis is just to ensure the theme park will also be-â he hesitated, âpretty.âÂ
The murmurs got louder.Â
âSir, youâve seen my portfolio,â someone argued.Â
âI designed a theme park on my own for my final university project and last year I-â somebody else added.Â
The man lifted his palms like a tired father. âI know, I know. And your work is ideal. It is, however, very boring. Ugly colours. Mechanical innovation, yes. Is it interesting to look at? No. Youâll work with the architects. Meeting closed.âÂ
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Jaehyun didnât have to ask anyone why you all were mad as fuck after exiting the meeting hall. The rumour of the firm taking onto the project of a theme park has been whispered around in the CEOâs office for a few days now and he was lucky to have a charming personality and become friends with him. From the look on your face, you didnât know and Jaehyun would have wanted to stop you and ask if you also wanted a coffee, maybe clown you a bit, but he didnât manage to. He brought the white cup to his lips instead and blew the steam, going back with his mind to the Friday night, when you were doing the same.Â
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Past, 2 weeks ago, the Kiss day
âCoffee so late at night?â Jaehyun asked, getting closer to the drinks table. You were resting your red-wrapped hips on it, looking bored.Â
âI had too much to drink already. Trying to sober up,â you replied and your voice came so muffled that Jaehyun had to stop and look at your face.Â
You werenât bored.Â
You were completely drunk. Absolutely shit-faced.Â
That wasnât the most surprising part though. Everyone was drunk at that office party. Jaehyun himself was feeling too lightheaded for his liking. It was something else.Â
âAre you acting cute right now?â he asked with a mix of shock and amusement.Â
Your lips were pouty on the brim of the cup you were holding. You shook your head.Â
Then you tried to take another sip from the steamy coffee but your wavering hand missed your mouth and the dark liquid slowly descended from your chin towards your chest instead.Â
âShit,â you looked down at your dress.
âGod, are you okay?â Jaehyun was quick to grab a napkin. âDid you burn yourself?âÂ
He took the cup from your hands and put it on the table behind you before gently tapping away at your neck.Â
âNo, it was just warm,â you assured him. âItâs very sticky though. Poured too much sugar. Iâll go wash up,â you announced and placed your palms on his chest to gently push him away from your path. Jaehyun watched your back as you tried to walk towards the corridor but the way you were dangling to one side and then the other in your high heels made his anxiety go through the roof.Â
âWait, Iâll help you,â he wrapped your shoulders with one arm.Â
You hummed as if appreciative and Jaehyun blinked a few times, squinting then relaxing his eyes to try and read all the signboards and see where the hell the bathroom was on that floor. He was also almost shitfaced from the suspicious wine the office brought, but also, he forgot his glasses home that day.Â
What a couple of losers you two were.Â
âListen, I think we need to go down a few floors. I have no idea where the hell the bathroom is here.âÂ
You hummed again and leaned with all of your weight against Jaehyunâs chest. Your eyes were closed as if about to fall asleep.Â
Jaehyun sighed, a little sarcastic âgreatâ huffing from his chest. He let his arm fall from your shoulders to your waist for better support and he hit the lift button with his knuckles. It was fortunately already there and Jaehyun had to half drag you and half push you inside of it. For a moment he felt relieved, but then your weight pushed him against the wall and he had to wrap his arms around you again to not make you slide down.Â
âCan you just hold yourself up for a second?â he felt irritated.Â
But his expression relaxed as you lifted your face. Your half-closed eyes and open lips made him gulp.
âCan you smile for once? I really like your dimples,â you replied and poked one of his cheeks.Â
Jaehyun was flabbergasted. The stuck-up, boring, and work-obsessed chief engineer was poking his cheek while her coffee-shined tits were pressed against his tie? He felt like seeing you for the first time.Â
âAh, come on!â you added, grabbing his face with your hands and making him pout. âYou never smile.âÂ
âI smile a lot, you just never look at me,â he tried to speak while your thumb was digging into his cheek. Unfortunately, he thought, but he kept that to himself.Â
You tried to say something else but the ding of the elevator made Jaehyun look towards the opening doors towards a dark corridor. You turned his face towards you again and leaning in, you pressed a chaste kiss on his plump pink lips.Â
Jaehyunâs eyes widened and although drunk, you looked surprised as well. âShit, sorry,â you tried to take a step back but Jaehyunâs palms on your waist didnât let you go.Â
He slid one hand on your neck, right below the ear and pulled your face back to meet his lips again. You hummed, closing your eyes and firstly grabbed at his jacket before you finally decided to wrap his neck with your arms and abandon yourself in the kiss. Your lips tasted like sweet coffee and Jaehyun hoped it could sober him up as well because he felt suddenly very dizzy. And when you slid your tongue inside his mouth he almost moaned, letting his palms caress your spine before groping at your soft ass. Your body got even closer to his and he had to move just once to pin you against the elevator wall. You grunted and Jaehyun wondered if he pushed into you too harshly, but then you kissed him again as if you could not get enough and he relaxed, welcoming the leg you lifted on his hip. Your skin felt soft under his fingertips and it felt even softer under his lips as he started to kiss your jaw, going down your neck following the coffee trail and cleaning it up with his tongue until it reached the chest. Your eyes were closed and your hands in his hair were making his half-hard cock throb too much. With an enormous almost inhuman force he stopped, hands resting on both sides of your head, chest lifting and falling quickly. Your sensual gaze made him gulp and when you talked, he could barely hear it.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI said, what department are you from? Sales?âÂ
âIâm an architect. Jeong Jaehyun?âÂ
Your face fell so fast that Jaehyun had to take a small step back.Â
âGod,â you furrowed your eyebrows, ânot an architect.âÂ
Jaehyun had to remain still for a few minutes after you left to process the whole situation.Â
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Past, Monday 1 after the Kiss
Monday morning came quicker than you expected and with it the memories of Jeong Jaehyun the architectâs tongue inside your mouth. The elevator you were taking was the same and with the corner of your eye, you could exactly pinpoint where he pushed you against the wall to give you the best make-out session of your whole life. You shuddered and looked away. You psyched yourself to forget everything the whole weekend, or at least, to stop worrying about it, but it was very hard when you knew you would end up seeing him at work. You tried to drink from the cup you were holding but the taste of coffee made your brain buzz with the memory of Jaehyun licking up the sweet and bitter liquid from the swell of your breasts as if he was doing it at that moment too.Â
You really drunkenly kissed a coworker? An architect? Your university friends would probably laugh at you for the rest of their lives.Â
You didnât know much about him so you hoped that by not seeing him often every embarrassment would soon die out.Â
But apparently, he knew a lot about you.Â
The shoes you chose that day were flat and comfortable and you were quick to reach your desk and sit down, avoiding everyone that might have seen something.Â
Clearing your throat you turned on your computer right before a shadow in the shape of a man could obscure the keyboard.Â
You looked up and Jaehyun smiled politely, the head to the side like a little bird.Â
âGood morning,â his voice was deep.Â
You opened your mouth and you felt your glasses slide down your nose. âGood morning?âÂ
The man blinked at you for a moment as if waiting for something. âWell?âÂ
You slowly looked around, darting your gaze across the room to understand what the hell was going on. Was he there to talk about the kiss? Was he a little boy who thought you were dating? Did you promise something? Did you offend him and he was waiting for an apology?
âDo you need something?â you pushed your glasses back and gulped at his sudden chuckle.Â
âYes. The projects for today,â he replied with both hands politely extended towards you.Â
âHuh?âÂ
You took in the view of the man talking to you. Wasnât Jeong Jaehyun the architect dude with sick tongue skills, and thatâs it? Why was he talking to you as if he knew you?Â
Then you felt as if the gods themselves hit you in the back of your head.Â
âYouâre-â you covered your mouth with the fingers, âyouâre Jisung?âÂ
The manâs smile disappeared to make space for confusion. He furrowed his eyebrows while thinking about what he could reply to that.Â
âYou do call me a different J name every time so, I guess thatâs technically true for you.âÂ
You took off your glasses because you were afraid the sudden heat wave to your cheeks and chest could melt them off.Â
âI thought you were-,â you started, âI thought you were some assistant. Youâre the Architect team chief Jeong Jaehyun? The man that I kis-â, you stopped yourself.Â
Jaehyun couldnât conceal a sudden chuckle but you also saw the shadow of annoyance in his dark eyes.Â
âYou had no idea who I was all of this time we worked together? We talk all mornings and you hand me the projects.âÂ
You were too stunned to speak.Â
âWeâve been doing this for months now,â he added.Â
You felt your mouth dry.Â
Jaehyun scoffed and placed his hands on your desk, leaning down as if having a secret to share.Â
You gulped and looked around but no one paid you any mind.Â
âYou need Architects to make out with you for you to remember their name and face?âÂ
His whisper made your skin shiver and while you were previously looking at his eyes, you had to stare at his necktie instead after that phrase.Â
âWhy do you keep coming to my office? You have nothing else to do? Send some assistant over from now on,â you blabbed.Â
Jaehyun straightened his back.Â
âOkay.âÂ
You nodded as if you just somehow resolved that embarrassing issue.Â
âYouâll come to my office starting tomorrow and hand me the projects instead.âÂ
âWhat?â your voice was louder than you expected and a few heads turned around.Â
Jaehyunâs lips stretched in a lazy and cocky smile. âIâll get them. For today,â he grabbed the pile of papers from your desk. âThank you.âÂ
His back looked huge as he turned around and exited the office.Â
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Jaehyun was fuming.Â
He threw the papers on his desk with such violence that two poor interns jumped in place with their little coffees.Â
âEverything is under control. Go back to work and mind your business,â he barked at them.Â
He forgot he styled his hair that morning and when he tried to pass one hand through the fringe his fingers got stuck in the wax.Â
âFor fuckâs sake,â he sat down and unbuttoned his sleeves instead, rolling them up.Â
You really had no idea who he was.Â
He was shocked, embarrassed, and so fucking offended.Â
No, he felt humiliated.Â
All of those mornings of him longing- no. He would not admit that to himself. All of those mornings of him working with you and you couldnât even remember his name, let alone his face.Â
Was everyone just a nameless and faceless pawn around you? He has never seen a more arrogant and rude person in his whole life.Â
And the fact he was still burning with desire for such a conceited woman was driving him insane with rage.Â
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Your fingers were a bit trembling after Jaehyun left. That was possibly the most embarrassing experience of your entire existence.Â
You rested your forehead on your palms and waited for a few minutes to see if you could get your shit together and start working.Â
And you kissed. For fuckâs sake.Â
The mewl that escaped your lips caught the attention of some fellow engineers who were kind enough to stop and ask if you had some sort of stomach ache.Â
You lifted your head to look at them in the eyes and you realized you had no idea who these people were.Â
Your parents have always told you to stop overworking yourself and start having a bit of fun too, especially in school. It shouldnât have been such a huge issue, but realizing you made zero close friends or even acquaintances because youâve been staring at your desk and computer for all of that time was a shocking realization.Â
You cleared your throat and gave your coworkers the kindest smile you could pull off.Â
âI am fine. Thank you very much.âÂ
The people whispered something between themselves and walked away with awkward nods.Â
âSheâs definitely sick. She smiled.âÂ
âYou know when people are about to die and they change personality all of a sudden?â
âShe never looked me in the eyes before. I felt like getting turned to stone after seeing Medusa.âÂ
You felt your glasses slide down your nose again at the gossip and you exhaled deeply.Â
Jeong Jaehyun - and his tongue - made you realize people considered you the worst bitch in the universe.Â
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The HR secretary furrowed his eyebrows.Â
âWhat do you mean, all profiles?âÂ
You were tapping your thigh with one fingertip in front of his desk.Â
âI need all profiles of all workers in the company to choose the- uh- the best team for this huge important project, yeah.â
The young man wasnât impressed but he wasnât going to deny the desires of the notorious Chief Engineer.Â
âI will send you the credentials to access the files, maâam. Anything else I can do for you?âÂ
âThank you. Thatâs all,â you gave him a small nod and turned around. âActually,â you stopped in place and hesitated. âI know this is not your job but could you talk to someone and bring coffee to the Architetsâ office?âÂ
The secretary blinked. âCoffee, maâam?âÂ
You gulped down the irritation. âYes, please. Donât say itâs from me. Please.âÂ
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âThis coffee is a gift from Chief Engineer Y/N,â the HR secretary announced as he accompanied the interns carrying a tray.Â
Jaehyun was groaning and extending his arms above his head when he suddenly heard the commotion.Â
âI think sheâs punishing us for something we did,â one person said, grabbing a cup of coffee and looking at it suspiciously. âThis is also so expensive.â
âWell, even if she spit in it, I will drink it, you know what I mean,â another winked and got shoulder hit by his cackling friends. âWhat? Sheâs scary but sheâs hot.âÂ
âSheâd probably bite your dick off.â
Jaehyun got closer and stared down the iron tray.Â
âYou said Y/N sent this?â he asked the secretary who seemed just as baffled, Jaehyun realized.Â
âYes, sir.âÂ
âDid she say why?â Jaehyun grabbed a cup and smelled it. Normal coffee.Â
âNo clue sir. She instructed me to not tell you she sent it but-,â he interrupted himself and got closer. Jaehyun leaned towards him to hear. â-we need to track whoâs giving what food to whom, you know. Itâs right for you to know if perhaps something bad happens to all of you.âÂ
Jaehyun winced. The jokes about you being evil were funny only when he made them.Â
âYou donât think she would actually do something to this coffee, right?â Jaehyun asked.Â
The secretary straightened his back and although Jaehyun had no idea what expression he had on, the other man felt somehow intimidated because he stuttered a tiny âno, sir.âÂ
âGood. Why did she ask you to do this?âÂ
âOh that, she came over to ask the profiles of all the people working at our company.âÂ
Jaehyunâs head was hurting. You were so convoluted.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âNo clue, sir. She said something about making up a team.âÂ
You had no business reading the info of all of your coworkers for that. The idea of you wanting to learn more about him after the terrible interaction you had that morning made him roll his eyes in annoyance at how good it felt for a second.Â
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You felt like a thief although you got the info of everyone legally. You cleared your throat and started to scroll through all the profiles, mildly interested. You opened the first one and tried to read but then you puffed your cheeks and closed it.Â
The J was in the middle and you pretended to have accidentally stumbled upon Jeong Jaehyunâs profile instead.Â
Alright alright, you yelled at yourself in your mind. You were interested. God, his kiss was so good and his face, wow. You couldnât forgive yourself for not looking at him once in all of those months.Â
And youâve been so rude to him. You shivered.Â
Jeong Jaehyun 14 February 1997.Â
You rolled your eyes. That birthday must have been made up. Itâs impossible for a man like him to be a Valentine Boy.Â
You tried to remember what you knew about Aquarius but your astrology knowledge was too limited so you hoped that would be compatible with your sign.Â
Pause no. Why were you thinking about astrology compatibility? Maybe you were actually dying?
Tsk, graduated cum laude, the rascal. He wasnât just pretty but also smart.Â
Your eyes slowly darted across the page, eating up all the info the company could legally allow you to read and you had to admit that his projects had been insane even before coming to your company.Â
And the ones he had under his belt afterwards? Well, they were all projects you also worked on. You felt sick.Â
Were you really such a bad person? Â
You sighed and closed his profile, starting to read the others.Â
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Jaehyunâs day has never felt longer. He thought he should probably go to the gym because the pain in his back was only getting worse and he should probably extend those muscles somehow.Â
His brain was going over the menu for the dinner as well when he heard your voice in the main hall. He exited the lift and saw your smiling face greeting some of your fellow engineer colleagues.Â
âGood work today, Minnie.âÂ
Poor Minnie smiled back as if the queen herself greeted her and almost tripped against the poor man who got blinded by your sudden kindness.Â
Jaehyun stopped in place and sighed, trying to suppress the cackle.Â
âSee you tomorrow, maâam,â the man added.Â
âHave a nice evening, Yeonjun.âÂ
Jaehyun lifted one eyebrow at Yeonjunâs glossy eyes and walked over.Â
He saw you sigh and turn around right into his chest.Â
âI see youâve done your homework.âÂ
You gasped and took a step back to be able to see him in the face.
âDo you remember my name too?â Jaehyun added with a cocky smile and you exhaled, crossing your arms on your chest.Â
âOf course, I do.âÂ
Jaehyun buttoned up his jacket with a smile. âGood. Donât forget to come to my office with the projects tomorrow.âÂ
âListen,â you stopped him as he tried to walk around you. âI am- sorry for what happened this morning. I am very embarrassed about it.âÂ
You couldnât look him in the eyes and Jaehyun had to tighten his fist inside his pants pocket at how cute you looked.Â
âBut-â you lifted your gaze on him. It was piercing. â-you have no right to treat me like this.âÂ
âLike this how?âÂ
âYouâre punishing me.âÂ
Jaehyun opened his mouth then closed it at the accusation. It was true but he didnât like for you to know about it.Â
âI am not.âÂ
âYou are.âÂ
âComing to my office and seeing my pretty face is a punishment in your opinion?â
You put your tongue in the cheek with a scoff. âThis. Youâre- so cocky. Youâre annoying.âÂ
Jaehyunâs dimples made an appearance. âYou think Iâm annoying? You didnât know who I was after months of working together. Thatâs annoying.âÂ
âI apologized.âÂ
âVery insincerely so.âÂ
âI learned everything about you.âÂ
âStalker.âÂ
You scoffed again, putting your hands on your hips. His everlasting smile was driving you nuts.Â
âAlright. See you tomorrow, then. In your office. Iâll gladly hand you your work as you clearly burn with desire for me to do.âÂ
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Back to Present, 2 weeks after the Kiss
The following days rolled on fairly easily. The annoyance and anxiety about going to Jaehyunâs office died slowly as you realized you only had to walk over, say hi, and place papers on his desk.Â
If he thought you were rude by not small talking it wasnât worse than not remembering his name and face after months of working together.Â
Everything went back to normal and you started to be also decently popular in your office. Shocker, but if the chief is in a good mood and treats everyone with kindness, everyone works more efficiently. Thatâs the only good thing Jaehyun brought into your life.Â
Well, that was until that day and the stupid yellow Post-it sticker on your desk.Â
âCan you kindly check these and confirm theyâre okay? JJ :)â was still in front of you on your desk after the meeting about the Theme Park.Â
Thereâs no need to be rude to me only because you think Iâm attractive, was also still rolling in your brain and you wanted to go back to his office and yell that he was not attractive at all. He was just an annoying prick who had the upper hand because you embarrassed yourself in front of him once.Â
But there were limits to all and he was starting to be too much.Â
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Jaehyun expected an Engineers and Architects meeting to happen at a certain point but he didnât expect for it to be only the two of you.Â
âSo, I guess youâve heard but weâre tasked to work together on a theme park.âÂ
You were alone in the huge meeting hall, one in front of the other, the large shiny desk separating you. Jaehyun looked at your white button down snuggly covering your breasts and the tiny bit of lace adorning your bra pocking out made him swallow dryly for the fourth time in one minute.Â
âYes,â he simply said. You moved and the shirt covered the lace. He sighed. âWe can finally have a pretty theme park.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and Jaehyun wondered if youâd roll them the same way while heâd pound you into the mattress.Â
His crush on you has been annoying him for a while now, but the recent development and the fact you didnât even know who he was for a long time while he was under the impression that you might fuck soon has been a very low blow to his self-esteem.Â
Now, he was trying to fight the attraction so badly but his cock had a brain of his own apparently because even if he found you arrogant and annoying, he really liked the soft side you showed him multiple times and that turned him on too much to ignore.Â
âEngineers also have taste.âÂ
âWell you kissed me so I guess you do have a bit of taste, Iâll give you that.âÂ
You let the pen go and crossed your arms on your chest. âCanât you keep it in your pants for one second so we can discuss this like normal adult coworkers?âÂ
âIt is in my pants.âÂ
âYouâre being inappropriate.âÂ
âYou brought up cock talk.âÂ
âYou brought up kiss talk.âÂ
âYou kissed me first.âÂ
Jaehyun smiled at the victory and you leaned back in the chair.Â
âCan we please stop talking about that and pretend it never happened?âÂ
âActually you owe me another apology.âÂ
You waited with a lifted eyebrow.Â
âYou basically said ew architects after kissing me that night.âÂ
You scoffed. âAnd I stand by that. Iâm not apologizing. Are baby architectâs feelings hurt?âÂ
Jaehyun licked his lower lip in annoyance. âWhy?âÂ
âWhy what?âÂ
âWhy do you hate architects so much?âÂ
âWhy do you hate engineers?â you resorted.Â
âI donât hate you.âÂ
âYou do.âÂ
He lowered his voice. âI donât. You want me to hate you, maybe.âÂ
âWhy would I want that?âÂ
âThatâs your homework for the day. Think about it.âÂ
âIf youâre under the impression that I pretend to hate you because I secretly like you so I secretly would like for that to be the case from your part too, well, youâre wrong,â you smiled although you started to feel the muscles of your thighs shake ever so slightly under the desk. The building was almost empty and the lights were getting turned off one by one leaving you and Jaehyun alone in the huge room, faces illuminated by the blue screens of the computers and the constellation of lights of the skyline.Â
âThatâs a very convoluted thought. Of course, you donât like me. You donât even know me.âÂ
âYou can stop rubbing that in. I know you now.âÂ
âWell, then itâs a matter of time before you start liking me.âÂ
âYouâre so arrogant.âÂ
âI am arrogant?âÂ
âWell, I donât have the presumption that everyone in the building is onto me.âÂ
âHow do you even know Iâm like that? You donât know me.âÂ
âYou walk around like you have a 9 inches cock.âÂ
Jaehyun widened his eyes for a second then leaned forward to laugh. His eyes closed and his perfect teeth shone on display. You realized he got whiskers when laughing hard. It pissed you off.Â
âAnd if I do?â he tried.Â
You scoffed with a smile. âThatâs not human.âÂ
â9 is a lot, Iâll give you that, but it's not inhuman.â
âWell, I hope you donât have 9 because Iâd be worried about your lower back carrying that around.âÂ
âHoly shit, I do have back problems. You think itâs that?âÂ
âFor fuckâs sake, Jeong Jaehyun. Please letâs get back to work.âÂ
Jaehyun stopped talking and you started to actually explain the new project. You both liked the little smile that remained on each otherâs lips.Â
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Jaehyun was not at his desk that morning so you bit your lower lip, slowly putting down the files for the day. You had no reason to see each other or talk about anything else since both teams had to work on their share of tasks before meeting again but you just wanted to- you had no idea what.
You looked around and touched a few of his desk items before noticing his phone silently blowing up. You looked around the office to see if he was coming but he was nowhere to be seen. The walk around the desk felt natural but also stealthy and you hoped no one was looking at you. You sat in his chair and the jacket he kept on it smelled like him.Â
You sighed. Ew men and their hot cologne, right?Â
The phoneâs screen had no time to turn off as text notifications rolled on the screen again and again underneath your gaze. You wondered if he was part of many active groupchats before realizing they were all private messages both from registered numbers and numbers with no name.Â
You felt your throat itchy upon realizing they were mostly from women trying to chit-chat. You scoffed, staring the phone down. He was that popular huh? And he wasnât replying to any of them? He was so arrogant-
âFuck!â you whimpered, bringing one hand to the back of your neck and finding someoneâs cold knuckles. âWhat do you think youâre-â you grabbed the hand and turned around. Jaehyunâs perfect eyebrow was lifted.Â
âWhat are you doing at my desk?â he asked, interrupting your question.Â
âI came to give you the files,â you stood up and looked at your hand still holding his fingers. You let them go in the same instant.Â
He hummed and sat down before realizing you were still there. âIs there something I can do for you?â he turned towards you in his chair.Â
You cleared your throat. âI need your phone number.âÂ
You had no idea why you said that but it was too late. You tried to maintain a neutral face.
Jaehyunâs expression didnât tell you anything about what he thought.Â
âYou have it. Itâs written on the file all workers have-âÂ
âYour personal cellphone number,â you interrupted him.Â
The manâs eyes were piercing but you didnât want to look away. Your brain was running quickly to make up some excuse about why you wanted it but he didnât ask.Â
He extended one arm to reach the pen holder and got one, clicking it. When he turned around he searched for your hand, the same holding his fingers before, and grabbed it gently, palm towards his face.Â
âWhy are your hands so cold?â you mumbled as he started to scribble on your skin.Â
âBecause my heart is warm,â he replied without missing a beat. âAlso, I just washed them.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, watching him write his number slowly. His fingers were on your pulse and you hoped he could not feel how quick it was starting to get. Why was he writing on your hand instead of a piece of paper? And why didnât you just take your hand away? Being around him made you feel and act stupid.
One strand of hair fell from his hairdo, obscuring his eyes from your gaze, but then he finished and looked up at you, the neck extended showing a single vein popping out from his tight collar.Â
âThere you go,â he added.Â
You slid your hand from his hold and fought the urge to tighten it in a fist as if to hide something shameful.Â
âThank you,â you replied and exited the office.Â
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That night you were at your home desk, head in hands, trying to come up with a problem about the project you could text Jaehyun about.Â
Everything could be an email and bothering coworkers outside of working hours was abhorrent, but he was Jaehyun and you didnât care if he got mad at you.Â
No. You wanted him to get mad at you. But why?
You couldnât think of anything at all so you let your phone go and walked towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.Â
Last time you got drunk you kissed him, you remembered. The glass was cold and the wine fresh and you tried to drown the memories of his lips on yours because they made you shiver in embarrassment. Or desire?Â
Your growling stomach communicated the need for a snack too but the only thing you could think of making were chicken nuggets so you threw them on an oven tray and hoped for the best.Â
When Jaehyun heard his phone ring he was about to jump on the bed, kicking his feet and giggling before realizing he was a grown man with cock and balls.Â
âHello?â he talked into it calmly, after clearing his voice. He knew you'd call after that awkward encounter in his office and he paced the apartment the whole evening.
âHey,â your voice on the other line sounded muffled. âYou answer surprisingly well for someone that gets calls and texts from women 24/7.âÂ
Jaehyun smiled and sat on the bed. âSo this is what it was about, huh.âÂ
You didnât reply for a moment and he desperately wanted to know what expression you had on.Â
âIâm calling because of an issue with the project,â you mumbled after a bit.Â
âY/N,â Jaehyun called calmly.Â
âYes.â
âAre you drunk?âÂ
âI am not drunk. I am working right now!âÂ
âEvery time youâre drunk you think of me?âÂ
âI said I am not drunk.âÂ
Jaehyun kept ignoring you. âWell, you canât deny itâs a weird coincidence.âÂ
âFuck-â you suddenly said and Jaehyun stopped talking.Â
âOh, shit-â you repeated and dropped your phone, probably on the ground.Â
âY/N, whatâs happening?âÂ
Jaehyun could not make sense of any of the sounds on the other side but it didnât seem anything good.Â
âY/N, everything is fine?â he spoke again but you probably couldnât hear him.Â
âMy fucking nuggets-â he heard your whimper as if far away and the moment the smoke detector went off and you mumbled something about a fire extinguisher Jaehyun got his shoes and ran outside his apartment.Â
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Your voice got cut off as soon as you opened the door after the endless incessant doorbell rings from someone clearly very panicked. You opened and his arms were so strong that your breath went missing and you were forced to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck by the sheer force of his embrace. Youâve never seen him with soft unstyled hair and the worried expression underneath his fringe just made him even cuter.Â
âYouâre just-,â you heard Jaehyunâs deep voice on the crown of your head, â-so fucking stupid.âÂ
You furrowed your eyebrows but he went on.Â
âSo irresponsible. I am shocked at how you could have let your fucking oven burn when you have the brains to build a whole city.âÂ
âI was distracted,â you spoke softly into his shirt. It smelled like laundry detergent. His mix of insults and compliments weirdly made you giggle.
Jaehyun let you go and grabbed your face with both hands, finally looking at you frantically and squishing your cheeks.Â
âI am okay,â you assured him. âEverything is under control.âÂ
The man sighed deeply as if slightly placated but the line between his eyebrows didnât get smoothed out. And when he finally looked behind you and assessed the tragic situation of your burned-out oven covered in white foam he had to close his eyes for a moment to gather his shit.Â
âItâs okay! It was an old oven anyway,â you turned around, trying to ignore that he was still holding your hand.Â
âYour house could have burned down with you in it.â
âHow do you even know where I live? And you called me the stalker?â you confronted him.Â
âItâs written in your profile.âÂ
He let go of your hand and got closer to the kitchen, looking at the mess with hands on the hips like the embodiment of a dad. It made your guts tingle.Â
âSure. And you know all the addresses of all of your coworkers,â you followed him, resting your elbows on the island.Â
âOf course, I donât. I donât like them. Stop talking nonsense and letâs clean this out.âÂ
You had no idea in what capacity you helped because at a certain point Jaehyun just gave you a glass of water and told you to sit down.Â
You didnât feel that well.Â
Both because you were kinda tipsy and you went through all stages of grief putting out a fire, but also because he was there, and he said he liked you. Right? Jung Jaehyun said he liked you.Â
And not only.Â
"I know you're capable of dealing with this alone. You don't need my help but I'd like to help," he said as you tried to push him to the side and clean the mess yourself. No one talked like that before and a weird fuzzy sensation softened the muscles in your legs making you sit down.Â
You sipped on the water without talking back, staring at the way his forearms were flexing while cleaning out your oven and the surroundings.
âNo need to be meticulous. Theyâre coming tomorrow to change it anyway,â you tried, feeling awkward as no one did you any favours before.Â
Jaehyun didnât reply and you realized he looked very handsome when focused. Well, not that he was ugly when unfocused, but the way his jaw looked sharper and his gaze darker made you sigh and take another sip of water.Â
âIs your hair bothering you? I can give you a headband,â you tried again.Â
âYou are bothering me.âÂ
You scoffed. âI am trying to be nice right now. Your hair is pretty long. Doesnât it go in your eyes?âÂ
You were expecting some witty flirty reply back, along the lines of you pushing it back for him, but Jaehyun didnât look in the mood.Â
The truth was that you felt very embarrassed about the situation; as if you failed at something and Jaehyun was scolding you. That was new for you.Â
âFuck, this could have been a tragedy,â he mumbled, as if almost on cue.Â
âI am sorry to have worried you.âÂ
Jaehyun stopped to look at you. âWhy are you apologising to me? Youâre the one surviving a fire.âÂ
âBut I am okay. You seem much more shaken than me.âÂ
Jaehyun kept silent and when he stood up you realized he finished cleaning up the foam and the dark burning spots. You stared at the back of his head as he washed his hands in the sink.Â
âAlso thank you for being here,â you added. You didnât know what else to do so you got up and walked towards him. Was a hug weird? Should you just shake his hand and call him a pal?Â
His body stiffened a bit feeling your timid arms around his waist. âYouâre still drunk?â he simply said, patting his hands dry with your kitchen towel. You stopped and slid them away.Â
âYou said you like me,â you mumbled against his back.Â
âYep, still very drunk.âÂ
He grabbed your hands to be able to turn around and face you, resting his hips against the kitchen cabinet.Â
âYou said there were issues about the project when you called,â he added.Â
You blinked at him. âYou really want to talk about work right now?âÂ
Maybe he did. He was your coworker after all. And he certainly didnât come over to âsaveâ your sorry ass if you didnât call him about it.Â
Suddenly you felt very embarrassed.Â
You kissed the man in an elevator after not even remembering his name and then asked for his number and now you wanted to make out with him in front of your destroyed oven?Â
You gulped and took a small step back but your breath stopped as his hands holding yours grabbed your waist instead and didnât let you move away too much.Â
âI am buying some time,â he explained.Â
Your voices got so low that you barely could hear him, but your gaze on his lips helped you understand what he was talking about.Â
âAre you scared to kiss me again?â you asked.Â
âAre you going to ask me to forget it happened Monday morning again?âÂ
His fingers were delicate on your skin for a moment you remembered you were wearing your pajamas. The thin top definitely didnât hide anything from his gaze and the midriff being exposed to his knuckles made you shiver.Â
âI wonât ask to do that if you donât make it awkward.âÂ
âFucking your coworker is always awkward.âÂ
You blinked at him as if suddenly realizing you were standing half naked between your hot coworkerâs thighs (who was an architect!!) âI didnât say I was planning to fuck. Just-uhm kiss.âÂ
Jaehyun smiled and your eyes darted to his dimples then back to the white flash of his teeth.Â
âYou think youâll be able to stop after one single kiss?âÂ
You stepped back and crossed your arms on your chest to feign confidence but mostly to hide the tremor in your arms. "Try me."
Jaehyun took a moment to let his gaze slide on your features. âYou get very cute when youâre drunk, you know that?âÂ
âWell, to quote someone, I guess the stick I have up my ass disappears.âÂ
âI can put it ba-â
You put your fingers on his lips. âYou will not continue that disgusting phrase,â you warned.Â
Jaehyun smiled wider and his lips rubbed on your skin. He kissed the spot then he kissed one of the fingertips. You inhaled, eyes trained on his gaze, unable to move away anymore as the room suddenly got sucked of any sound besides your own breath.Â
He grabbed that hand and kissed your wrist, this time closing his eyes for a moment as if savouring it. You gulped. And when he locked eyes with you the shiver that went down your spine manifested in a little exhale. Jaehyun smiled again, a little curve on his plump lips you felt on the softness of your fingers.Â
The kiss felt the same as the first one you exchanged in the elevator after he pulled you closer towards himself. But this time you took your sweet time, letting your palms feel his chest, the skin on his neck, the thick hair on his nape. He did the same, caressing your back with his knuckles, rubbing your thighs with his blunt nails, and grabbing your ass in your flimsy shorts.Â
You whimpered in his mouth at the feeling and he hummed back, a low sound, almost a growl, your lips apart but tongues still swirling until you dove back in.Â
âCanât you be like this in the office too?â his murmur made your eyes open. He was licking his lips while his fingers intertwined with yours in a slow dance of pushing you back towards the couch.Â
âYou want me to get called by HR?âÂ
He flashed you a small chuckle. âThat secretary is so scared of you by the way. He thought you poisoned the coffee.âÂ
The couchâs arm dug into your thighs and you sat on it, pulling Jaehyun closed by the waistband of his sweats. His eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him, then again as you dragged your palm upwards underneath his shirt.Â
âAnd you think I didnât?â you tilted your head to the side.Â
âI am still alive.âÂ
âNot for too long. I might suck the life out of you," you placed a single wet kiss on his hip bone making him hiss. âTake this off,â you tugged at the shirt.Â
Jaehyunâs hum was low. âShit. Ordering me around?â
You looked up. âPlease take this off?â you changed your tone but you couldnât hide the mockery.Â
He exhaled amused and did it in a second, pulling it by the collar and throwing it on the ground. But you didnât have time to do what you intended to because the torso you so desperately wanted to see disappeared from your sight - Jung Jaehyun Chief of the Architect Department fell on his knees, savouring the delicate skin of your inner thigh.Â
You gasped at the sensation and the anticipation of what was actually going to happen made you suddenly dizzy.Â
You wanted to grab his hair to support yourself, physically or morally, but his head jerked back and with the most angelic and devilish smile, he pushed you back on the couch.Â
âYou should be respectful,â you chuckled at the manhandling. "I'm a senior."Â
Jaehyun grabbed your ankles with one hand as a reply while the other swiftly slid your garments off your body. âI will be respectful after I am done,â he murmured. âFor now you will have to take the disrespect, Iâm afraid.â
You tried to think of a witty phrase but your legs were being directed on his shoulders, his knees were on the carpet in front of you now and his voice came from between your thighs. Oh, and you were naked.Â
Too much work for your brain.Â
âThought you were a gentleman.â You didn't like your shaky voice. You didnât like any of this. Didnât you make some kind of bet just moments before? You forgot anything you two said to each other already.Â
âI am a gentleman who knows when to not be gentle.â
And you soon realized what that meant.Â
You had no idea if other men's tongues have felt that velvety before or if you were just developing the fattest crush on Jeong Jaehyun the Architect as he was devouring you and making you biased. But fuck he knew how to eat pussy. And you made sure he knew that.Â
Jaehyun hummed appreciatively at the praise, his deep eyes covered by his long eyelashes making you unable to look away. So you slid your hand in his luscious hair, pushing it away from his face and pulled a bit. His arms and back muscles flinched and he visibly enjoyed your breathy moans when he increased the pace of his tongue's movement.Â
"Shit, Jaehyun-" you curled your toes against the smooth skin of his spine then gasped, feeling his long fingers rub your slick before swiftly sliding inside of you. It was wet and messy and loud and the moment he let go of your clit with a dirty plop to start kissing your stomach instead you knew that night wasn't going to end with just that. Should you stop him? Should you continue? Would you be okay tomorrow?Â
"Where are you?" Jaehyun curled his fingers and you bit your lower lip.Â
"I'm here," you replied against his wet lips, body rocking back and forth on the couch as he fingerfucked you, the veins popping on his bicep making you swallow dryly.Â
"I need you to focus on me. What are you thinking about?" he leaned down to rub his nose against your ear before outlining it with his tongue.Â
You shivered underneath him and your nails probably left some indents in his pristine skin.Â
"About how much I want your cock inside of me," you exhaled. That was the truth.Â
Jaehyun hummed deeply and his breath became more shallow.Â
"And?" he kissed your neck slowly, so different from the pace of his wrist to make you dizzy.Â
"And I'm thinking of the consequences," you curved your spine, raising the tone of your voice on the last syllables. "Fuck, Jeong, this is-"
"Yeah?" he came back to your mouth, letting you whimper your moans against his lips. "You want me to stop then? No orgasm, no consequences."
"If you stop-"
"Then what?"Â
You shuddered, frantically palming his hard chest then going down to loosely grab his moving wrist.Â
"Are you going to beg for it? I'm kinda curious to see you like that," he added. The roughness in his already deep voice sealed the deal and you couldn't do anything but let your head fall back and bite down a scream as you came around Jaehyun's fingers. It was too late. It was already too late the moment you pushed him against the damn elevator wall.Â
He let you decide when he should stop moving his fingers and you felt yourself clench rhythmically around them as you desperately tried to calm down. His lips were on your throat and you realized that he was talking, murmuring something so sweetly that for a moment you wished for him to just hold you until you fell asleep.Â
"Good girl," he placed a kiss on the tender skin, then on the corner of your lips as you opened your eyes to look at his gorgeous face. His cheeks and ears were dusty pink and it made your heart skip a beat.Â
You pulled him down and kissed him again, slowly and deeply. Then he smiled, stopping your hand from reaching underneath his sweatpants.Â
"Tonight is all about you," he whispered.Â
You furrowed your eyebrows but the mind-blowing orgasm blew your mind so well that you had no reply.Â
"Why?" Your voice was a quiet waver.Â
"I don't want you to regret anything," he replied. "And I don't want you to think about the consequences."Â
Somehow it made sense. Waking up tomorrow and realizing you let him fuck you with his tongue felt better than realizing he came down your throat.Â
Were you really that proud? Maybe you did have a stick up your ass.Â
"Don't argue with me," he gave you a crooked smile as he got up on his knees.Â
"I'm not arguing with you."
"You have a specific look in your eyes when you're about to debate me."Â
You crossed your arms on your chest mostly to cover up given the sudden disappearance of his body from on top of you. Then you sat up and closed your legs.Â
"That's not true. You're making things up."Â
Jaehyun collected his shirt with another smile and you stared at his long back and the way his sweatpants sat low on his hips.Â
The fucking consequences.Â
"I really need you though," you whispered.Â
Jaehyun wore his top. "How do you want me?"
"Riding," you replied.Â
He chuckled. "Of course you do. You can't possibly let an architect force you to your knees, can you?."
You curled your toes at his words. "No, sir."Â
Yes, he fucking could.Â
Jaehyun leaned down again to slide his hand on your jaw and almost kiss you. But he whispered instead.Â
"I'll let you ride me if you keep calling me sir."Â
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You didn't notice when Jaehyun left your apartment that night. You thought that the way he took you to your bed bridal style and let you nuzzle into his chest would roam your brain the whole night and would prevent you from falling asleep yet you had the best night's sleep in months.
And you hated to admit it but waking up that morning you felt embarrassed out of your mind but you'd probably have crawled out of your skin if you actually fucked him until the end.
"Hope you got home well," you texted him. Maybe that was how adults did stuff. Maybe thatâs what he wanted from you in the first place. Just fucking. Yet why was he so considerate?Â
"Yes :)", he replied with his stupid smiley face a second after. Was he not busy? How did he even see your texts in the middle of the hundred he was getting? That made you almost kick your feet and you realized you were slowly descending into madness.Â
"And I slept as well as you did after taking care of your gift," he added.Â
You furrowed your eyebrows. "What gift?"
"My boner"Â
You sighed so much that you thought you had turned into a horse. Then you had to pass one hand on your face as flashes of Jaehyun's hand fucking his cock while thinking of you entered your brain.Â
"It was you who stopped me from taking care of it myself." He was driving you insane. Your coworker - an architect (!!!).Â
"I wasn't blaming you :)"Â
"You're a bit of a masochist"
"I'm everything when I'm with you"Â
"Barf"
"Honestly I thought you wouldn't even want to talk to me today"Â
"Well we both know that you have poor judgement"Â
"Maybe I should have let you ride after all :)"Â
"Okay byee I'm turning off my phone"Â
"Or suck me well"
"I'm blocking this number"Â
"Or let me blow your back"Â
"Sending this to HR"Â
"Andy, if you're reading this, the Chief Engineer let me fuck her with my tongue and she liked it"
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Texting and fooling around was one thing, but seeing his polished figure while sober and in the middle of the workplace made you almost have a panic attack.
"Good morning," you trilled, hands already pushing the files on his desk.Â
"Hey," he lifted his face and gave you a warm but professional smile.Â
"See you around," you nodded once and turned towards the exit hoping not to hit the glass door with your face.Â
He let you go.
Then you came back the day after. And again. And again. No further exchange. Give papers. Take papers. See his face. Lose your mind at night with your hand between your legs and his name on your lips.
Then your name, pronounced by those lips youâve been staring at as he pretended to sleep the previous weekend, made you stop in place and close your eyes. You swallowed and got ready to turn around.Â
He was already there, standing right behind you and you inhaled his cologne as you took a step back.Â
His shirt was open enough for his collarbone to peek through and the way his half-exposed arms looked, crossed on his chest, made you almost angry.Â
âWould you like to have lunch together?â he asked.Â
You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes the looked around his figure. Jaehyun smiled, tilting his head to the side to get in the middle of your gaze.Â
âDonât look at them. Look at me,â he added.Â
âItâs easy for rumours to start forming,â you murmured, imitating his pose. Your fingers grabbed your arms perhaps a bit too hard.Â
âItâs just a normal lunch.âÂ
âI donât do normal lunches. It would look weird.âÂ
âAt least youâre self-aware.âÂ
You snorted and turned around. âThe last floor is always empty,â you only said as you walked away.Â
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Jaehyun didnât actually expect you to be there. Somehow he thought the way your voice would waver when he was around, or the way you melted under his touch back in your apartment, the noises that you made because of him, all because of him, was just some incredibly orchestrated big joke. You didnât try to speak to him after that weekend and you didnât linger around his desk anymore. Hell, you didnât even text him.Â
He had to do something or he would go insane.Â
Yet you were in the last room of the upper floor, sitting down on the only couch inside of it, staring at your little plastic container with your lunch and waiting for him.Â
You were adorable.Â
He had to stop in place before entering to gather his shit.Â
Then he knocked two times on the glass frosted door and your head snapped. Your eyes looked so pretty that he felt his fingertips tickle.Â
âHey,â he said.
âHey,â you replied.Â
Jaehyun closed the door behind him and he could sense the way your spine tensioned. He wanted to pass his palm on it, he wanted you to curve it as heâd grab your neck to pull you up against his chest as heâd pound into you from behind again and again until youâd break.Â
âWhat have you got?â he walked slowly and sat down. The couch was sturdy enough. He made a mental note.Â
You looked down at your container as if seeing it for the first time. âCold pasta. What about you?âÂ
Jaehyun licked his lips. There you were, looking at him as if hoping for him to devour you.Â
"Don't look at me like that."
You closed your mouth. âLike what?â you smirked.
He exhaled.Â
"Should I close my eyes then?" you giggled.Â
Jaehyun opened his lips to breathe and your gaze fell on them.
"Do you know what would keep my eyes closed?" you asked with a lower voice.
The man's eyes darkened and a whiff of air dilated his nostrils as he leaned in and knocked the air out of your lungs. The kiss was rough and its rhythm erratic. His palms were on your jaw and cupping your head. Yours were on his chest, grabbing at his shirt. You had no idea where your food containers disappeared because suddenly your hands were full of him and your legs straddling his body as he plopped you on his lap.Â
You opened your eyes a little when you felt him pull away to let you breathe, the air flowing between your lips still brushing against each other. You looked at them, they were flushed and plump and you desperately needed to taste them again. His gaze was on your eyes and his deep voice surprised you.
"You opened them again." His voice was so deep that you felt it vibrating in your chest.Â
You met his eyes.
"I guess you'll have to keep kissing me, then."
His palms on your waist felt wide and so warm that when he slid them on your ass to pull you closer you felt like mewling. Close so close it was so close and you were at work. You were kissing at work. You were sitting on his lap, on his sexy black dress pants, fingers sliding in the slit of his shirt, feeling his chest, his neck, his jaw, his hair. Fuck.Â
âWe need to slow down,â you exhaled, pulling yourself away from him.
âWhy? Youâre afraid youâre going to cum too quickly?â
His arms wrapped around you even tighter and his amused and warm mouth attached to your throat instead. You felt your eyes roll back in your head as he nibbled on your skin, peppering wet kisses all over it. And when he scooted his hips forward, his palms on your ass pulling you closer until your chest hit his face, you inhaled feeling his hard cock underneath you. Jaehyun looked up, drinking in your reaction.Â
âShow me how much you want this. Show me that you donât care about the damn consequences.â
Like a spell, your hips started to move on their own, rubbing yourself on him. You were desperate, humping him like a mad woman and his choked moan as he let his head fall back on the couch, extending his throat, was the final thing about his maddening presence to fully break your mind.
"Does it feel good, sir?" you didn't hide the mockery in your tone, feeling your control sliding back in your hands.Â
But then Jaehyun shattered it again.
"Ride me."
His eyes were two dark cuts under his scrunched eyebrows and his command made your whole center boil. You stopped your movements and you shuddered on top of him.Â
His chest was expanding and shrinking under your palms and when you pushed into it to be able to stand his Adam apple shifted in his throat as he swallowed.Â
"Undress me."
Your order made his tongue poke his inner cheek and you smirked, mirroring his expression.
Jaehyun sat closer to the edge of the couch to reach your body and your skin shivered with goosebumps the moment his long fingers unbuttoned your pants. His gaze never shifted away from your face and it made you boil with need.Â
The fabric hit the floor and you scooted it to the side, the pant legs so wide your heels just passing through, leaving you and your naked and elongated legs for Jaehyun to touch with his wide palms. They were warm as they slid up your thighs, your breath hitching as you looked at his open lips, his own breath stuck in his lungs and released only when he pulled you towards him.Â
You bit your lower lip, feeling his mouth on your stomach, and then you let your head fall back as his fingers trailed your sides, lifting your top until reaching your breasts. You lifted your arms and Jaehyun stood for a moment to help the fabric away from your limbs and before you could kiss him, he sat down, with your between his knees, and unclipped your bra. You gulped, helping yourself stand by placing your hands on his wide and firm shoulders.Â
âThis is so inappropriate,â you whispered, muffling a whine as Jaehyun kneaded your soft breasts, looking at the skin fill the gaps between his fingers.Â
âYeah? Is being naked like this in front of me making your sweet pussy achy and wet?â Jaehyunâs deep voice made your stomach shiver as he spoke on your skin, trailing open wet kisses down your navel.
You were about to reply, your hazy brain still able to formulate some snarky comment, but when his hands cupped your ass, and one slid to your thigh to lift it on his shoulder, your hearing flatlined. You felt your underwear being pushed to the side and his luscious tongue making you gasp.Â
âJaehyun-â you felt your legs suddenly wobbly and his grip on your body tightened, his mouth licking and sucking at your clit making you grab his perfectly coiffed hair and pull.Â
His groan travelled inside of you and his blunt nails dug into your soft skin before he let you go, sporting shining lips and heavy breath.Â
He didnât speak, and he only grinned as he sat back on the couch, his arrogant face making you quiver almost as much as his tongue inside of you. He patted his lap.Â
You scoffed trying to hide a laugh but before you could roll your eyes at him, his hands were on your waist, making you sit flush against him.Â
âIf you dare to roll your eyes at me, Iâll give you a real reason to do that,â he murmured against your lips.Â
You kissed him, deeply and messily, grabbing the short hairs at his nape with one hands, and cupping his balls with the other, making him hiss.Â
âOh yeah?â you whispered back, massaging him through the tight dress pants he was wearing.Â
His adam apple bobbed in his throat but his eyes shone with mischief. He nodded, not for one second intimidated. It infuriated you.Â
So you undid his button and slid his zip down, feeling the wetness of his precum adorning his expensive boxers.Â
âAnd yet, look who made a mess,â you cooed, sliding your hand underneath the elastic band and making him close his eyes and extend his neck back.Â
âGod,â he groaned.Â
He was long and thick, his skin velvety and soft, hot with need. You jerked him with your hand slowly, swallowing at the thought of having him inside of you, splitting you apart.Â
Maybe you made a sound, or maybe he saw your expression as you opened his eyes but he smiled faintly.Â
âCome on, end this torture. You want me as badly as I want you, chief engineer,â he said. And you would have had another ounce of brat in you if only he didnât say the following things. Just one word, and it made you dizzy with desire.
âPlease,â he murmured.Â
Your hand shook as you felt his bigger one on top of yours, directing his pretty cock towards your aching core. You let it go and Jaehyun aligned himself, lifting his gaze with a heavy breath to see your lustful expression as you sat on it slowly.Â
You both exhaled, his deep growl and your higher pitched breathy sound, until you reached the base, his girth making you see stars.Â
âGood girl, take it all,â he breathed out, letting you adjust.Â
âFuck, Jaehyun-â you gulped, feeling your skin hot, as you lifted yourself once before sinking deep down again.Â
He hissed, âI know, baby, I know.â
The petname worked as a spell, throwing you into a fast haze, riding his cock as deep as you could. Jaehyun wrapped one arm around your waist, while the other hand raised to shove his fingers inside your mouth.Â
âIâd love for the whole company to hear how good my cock makes you feel, pretty girl, but we donât want a call from HR, do we?âÂ
You gagged on them at first, then sucked, trying to turn down the noises you didnât even realize you were making.Â
And when your movements became sloppy and you felt on the verge of losing your mind, Jaehyunâs hips snapped, thrusting up inside of you and making you fist his pristine shirt.Â
âThatâs it, baby, take it like a good girl.âÂ
You let go of Jaehyunâs fingers to whine, but then you choked again as his wet hand warmly grabbed your throat instead, making you steady yourself on his wrist instead.Â
âFuck, just like that,â he pulled your body even closer to himself, squeezing your breasts against his expensive wristwatch. It would probably leave a bruise and for some reason the thought of being marked by Jaehyun made you quiver on his cock so hard that with a few deep thrusts you came undone, shaking in his arms and calling his name again and again and again.Â
Jaehyunâs warm breath tickled your face and his muscles were pumped with tension as he forced his hips to still, feeling your clenching walls tighten around him rhythmically.Â
âBaby, I need to cum or Iâll pop a fucking vein,â he chuckled breathlessly, the hand previously on your throat cupping your face instead.Â
âThen cum inside of me,â you replied, ears still ringing from the raging orgasm.Â
Jaehyun groaned and snapped, drilling into you so fast that you didnât have enough force to fully oxygenize your lungs, his arms tightly around your soft body and his face buried in the crook of your neck.Â
The sounds were dirty, the tall windows of the small office were getting foggy, and you wondered how long youâve been fucking like rabbits over your lunch break when Jaehyunâs hips stilled, lifted ever so slightly from the couch, deep inside of you, and you felt on the verge of another orgasm seeing him dig his fingers into your flesh.Â
âFuck-â he exhaled, and you bit your lower lip, whimpering as you felt his spurts of cum coating your insides. Then his hips moved again, prolonging his high as much as he could, the vein on his forehead showing you just how much blood was pumping inside of him.Â
Youâve never felt like that and youâve never seen him lose control just as much as you did.Â
âJaehyun- I think Iâll-â you pressed your palms into his hard chest and he rested back on the couch, looking at your with dark eyes and plump lips.Â
âGive me another one, beautiful,â he murmured, his cock sliding out of your and his fingers collecting the cum before shoving it back inside.Â
âShit-â you closed your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you and your spine curved making you bite your lower lip until almost tasting blood when he added his other hand, rubbing your sensitive clit.Â
âI canât-â you mumbled, âI canât- please-â
âYes, baby, cum all over my hands,â he urged, his gaze never leaving your face as if bewitched.Â
And you did.Â
ââââââââââââ
You were grateful for Jaehyun not abandoning you in the officeâs bathroom alone to clean up the mess you asked for but the one he did.Â
âYou know I can technically use my cock to take the cum out,â he tried again outside the door.Â
You rolled your eyes amused. âI said, no thanks, I got it.â
âThe tip is anatomically made so that a man is able to take out the cum a previous man-â he started to ramble but his words were cut off when you opened the door. He blinked staring at you and you noticed his ears were a dusty pink.Â
âDo you always share fizzy drinks bottle cups facts when embarrassed?â you finished adjusting your clothes.Â
He cleared his voice. âDo you think there would be sex facts on the cups of fizzy drinks? Also, why would I be embarrassed?âÂ
You crossed your arms on your chest for a moment, taking him in.Â
âDo you perhaps have a little crush on me, Jung Jaehyun?âÂ
He scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets. âNo.âÂ
You expected him to say that but the sudden confidence threw you off.Â
He leaned in. âItâs not a small crush. I thought it was obvious.âÂ
He then straightened his back and opened the office door. âCome on, chief, I think we might get a call from HR anyway because we had a 3 hour long lunch.âÂ
You shook your head, trying to conceal the little giggle your body apparently wanted to let out.Â
âYou have too much faith in your skills. We went at it for like 15 minutes at best.âÂ
Jaehyun stopped in place and turned around slowly.Â
You stopped too.Â
And when he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, giving your ass a good spank, the yell and laugh that escaped you was probably heard in the whole company.Â
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Red: Part Two
Summary: Spencer is very happy with you, his new girlfriend. You two are experiencing firsts together, making each other happy as can be. But, secrets tend to unravel when you try to keep them from your loved ones. Your past haunts you everyday, Spencer knows that, and yet, he does nothing to let you into his. Falling in love is not for the weak. Neither is being forced out of it.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: angst, fluff, smut (18+)
Warnings/Includes: heartbreak, angst, talks of drug use, talks of overdose, past death of parents, sister is an addict, keeping secrets, so much angst, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut, Spencer's past addiction, drug tests, protective Erin Strauss, weed, alcohol, no happy ending
Word count: 28.9k
a/n: soooo fucking sorry for this one ://// it was never going to have a happy ending ... tbh if you don't want to cry maybe just stick to the first part !! â unedited NEVER be afraid to call me out!!
can't lie i put so many projects on hold just to write this beast -- i worked on it EVERY day
main masterlist part one
Additional warnings: oral (f & m), grinding, finishing in pants (m), fingering (f), protected PinV
The entire jet was filled with a quiet buzz of curiosity as everyone watched Spencer, who was completely absorbed in his phone, a rare, soft smile playing on his lips. His eyes rolled over the screen, scanning a picture he took of you with a level of care that had the whole team captivated.
JJ finally broke the silence. âOkay, Reid,â she said with an amused grin, leaning forward in her seat. âTell us whatâs going on, or Iâm taking your phone.â
Spencerâs head snapped up, startled by the sudden attention. His cheeks flushed pink as he realized the entire team had been watching him, all waiting for an explanation. He fumbled with the phone, quickly pocketing it as if trying to hide something, but the grin on his face gave him away.Â
"Uh, itâs nothing," Spencer mumbled, clearly flustered, but the team wasnât buying it for a second.
Morgan smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Oh, come on, Pretty Boy. This has gone on long enough. Spill."
JJ raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing glance with Prentiss. "Weâve all seen that look before, Reid."
Spencer sighed. "Itâs⌠itâs someone Iâve been seeing," he admitted sheepishly, his eyes flicking down to his phone for a moment before looking back at the team.
The jet erupted with teasing laughter and questions, all of them delighted by the revelation.
âWell, Reid, you have to introduce us!â Emily chimed in, a playful grin spreading across her face.
âYeah, Pretty Boy," Derek added with a teasing smirk. "When can we meet the missus?â
Spencer, for once, didnât shy away from the idea. In fact, he felt a spark of excitement at the thought of introducing you to the team. He was proud that you were his girlfriend, and the idea of his closest friends meeting you didnât fill him with the usual nerves. But there was one thing Spencer couldnât denyâhe knew the moment they saw the way he looked at you, theyâd instantly know how deeply in love he was.Â
And as much as he was ready for the team to meet you, that kind of vulnerability scared him just a little.Â
He smiled softly, trying to play it cool. "Iâm sure youâll meet her soon enough," he said, but inside, he was already thinking about how perfect it would be to bring you into his world.
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âY/N, darling,â Spencer mused with a soft smile, his eyes twinkling as he watched you across the dinner table. The warmth in his voice instantly caught your attention.
You giggled, squeezing his hand as it rested on the table, your thumb brushing against his skin. âYes, dear?â
Spencer hesitated only for a second, his tone still light but a little more serious now. âWould you like to meet my friends?â
You paused, your heart skipping a beat at the question. A slight anxiety began to crawl up your throat, and you cleared it, trying to sound casual. âYourâum, your work friends?â you asked, though the weight of the moment hung between you.
Spencer nodded, his eyes soft and understanding, as if he could already sense your nerves. "Yeah," he said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand reassuringly. "The team. Theyâve been dying to meet you."
You swallowed, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. The thought of meeting Spencerâs team made your heart raceânot just because they were profilers, but because Rossi would likely recognize you. Maybe even Hotch. It had been years since either of them had seen you, but the possibility hung in the air. You werenât sure if theyâd bring it up, and you certainly werenât ready to share that part of your life with Spencer. Not yet.
But then, you looked into Spencerâs eyes. The genuine excitement and pride he held for you was undeniable. It was clear he wanted thisâwanted you to meet the people who were like family to him. The idea of disappointing him tugged at you, and despite the nerves gnawing at your chest, you couldnât help but smile softly.
He reached across the table, gently squeezing your other hand too, offering comfort in that simple gesture. His eyes searched yours for a moment, as if sensing something in your hesitation but choosing to let it pass, trusting you to open up when you were ready.
The thought of Spencerâs trust in you helped calm some of the swirling anxiety. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to push aside the weight of your past for now.
You took a deep breath, forcing a small smile. "Iâd love to meet them," you said, though you could still feel the flutter of nerves in your stomach.
Spencerâs smile widened, his eyes lighting up. âYouâre going to love them,â he assured you, his voice full of warmth. âAnd theyâre going to love you too."
Later that evening, Spencerâs fingers traced gentle circles along your back, his touch soothing as you lay against his chest, both of you perfectly relaxed. The quiet of the evening had settled around you, a comfortable silence, until Spencer broke it with a question that caught you off guard.
âDo you have a job?â he asked.
You couldnât help but laugh at the sudden bluntness of the question. âWhat?â
Spencerâs cheeks flushed as he quickly realized how it sounded. âI mean,â he corrected, his voice softer, âyou never talk about work, and IâIâve never seen you go to work. Do you work?â
You smiled, lifting your chin from his chest so you could look up at him, your gaze meeting his. âYes, I have a job, Spencer.â
He looked down at you with his brows raised, making his chin tuck in a way that was so adorably endearing you had to fight the urge to kiss him right there. âWell, do tell, baby.â
The way he said "baby" sent a rush through you, making your heart skip and your core tighten. The new pet name caught you by surprise, and you could feel your pulse quicken. You wanted to answer his question, but something inside you hesitated. The job you had wasnât something you brought up often, and certainly not something that most people would take lightly.
You bit your lip, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Spencer's chest as you considered your answer. âWhat if you think differently of me?â you teased, giving him a playful look.
Spencer chuckled softly, catching onto your teasing tone. âDepends on how you answer,â he joked back, his eyes twinkling. âBut no, I would never judge you.â
You sighed dramatically, feigning annoyance. âOkay⌠fine,â you said, pausing for effect. âIâm a cybersecurity analyst. I just work from home.â
Spencer's face lit up with curiosity. âA cybersecurity analyst? Thatâs amazing,â he said, his voice full of admiration. âWhy didnât you tell me earlier?â
You shrugged, still grinning at how smoothly it had gone. âItâs not that exciting,â you replied, feeling relieved that you could finally share a bit of your work with him. "I just stare at a screen all day."
Spencer shook his head, a genuine smile on his face. âI think it's fascinating. But I guess you're right, staring at a screen is definitely something I can relate to." His fingers resumed their gentle strokes along your back, his gaze warm.
âI didnât mean to keep it a secret,â you said softly, your fingers still tracing patterns on his chest. âI just donât have that much to talk about. I donât interact with anyone all day long.â
Spencer smiled, his eyes full of understanding. âItâs okay, Red,â he said, stroking his finger gently down the bridge of your nose in a soothing gesture. âYou know, my friend Penelope does something similar.â
âReally?â you perked up, excitement bubbling up at the thought of having something in common with someone in Spencerâs world. Your aunt had never mentioned anyone named Penelope before, but this new information intrigued you. âWhat does she do?â
âSheâs a technical analyst for the BAU,â Spencer explained, a fondness creeping into his tone as he spoke about Penelope. âShe handles all the tech and cyber stuff for usâtracking data, finding digital footprints, that sort of thing.â
Your eyes lit up at the mention of her role. âThat sounds so cool! Maybe we could exchange tips,â you laughed, already imagining the kind of work Penelope must be involved in.
âIâm so glad you want to meet them,â Spencer said softly, his voice full of relief and excitement. He breathed deeply, the rise and fall of his chest gently lifting you with each inhale. His hand stroked your back, his thumb tracing lazy circles as he looked at you with warmth and affection. âYou mean so much to me,â he added, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was letting you in on a secret. âI canât wait to show you off.â
Your heart swelled at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. Spencer, who was usually so careful with his emotions, was being completely vulnerable with you now. It made your connection feel even deeper, like you were sharing something truly special.
You smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly, your lips brushing his. âI canât wait either,â you whispered against his mouth, feeling more at ease about meeting his team.
Spencer chuckled softly, shaking his head, still in disbelief at how elated he felt. The emotions swirling in his chest were too much to hold back, and before either of you could say another word, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a deep, tender kiss, full of all the feelings he hadnât yet put into words.
The kiss was different this timeâmore intense, more meaningful. You could feel the depth of Spencer's emotions through the way his hands gently cupped your face, the way he kissed you like he was afraid to ever let you go. It wasnât just desire, but something deeper, something sweeter, like the connection between you both had finally settled into something undeniable.
Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft curls as you kissed him back just as deeply, wanting him to feel how much you cared too. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.
When Spencer finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you catching your breath. His eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at you with such affection that your heart skipped a beat. "I donât think Iâve ever felt like this before," he admitted softly, his voice full of awe.Â
You smiled, your thumb gently brushing against his cheek. "Me neither," you whispered back, and in that moment, everything felt right.Â
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Hotch stood across from Erin Strauss, her expression cold and unforgiving as she paced behind her desk. Her gaze was sharp, and Hotch could already tell where the conversation was headed.Â
âIâve reviewed Agent Reidâs file,â Strauss said abruptly, her voice laced with disdain. She stopped pacing and folded her arms. âHis performance has been... inconsistent, to say the least. And given his pastââ She let the sentence hang, as though expecting Hotch to fill in the blanks.
Hotchâs jaw tightened, but he kept his expression impassive. âReid is one of the best agents I have. His mind is invaluable to this team.â
Straussâs eyes narrowed, dismissing his defense with a wave of her hand. âThatâs not enough to excuse what heâs been through. His history with drugs, Hotch. We can't ignore it.â
âHeâs been clean for years,â Hotch stated firmly, his voice steady though his frustration was clear. âReid has worked harder than anyone to get past that.â
Strauss leaned forward, her fingers tapping the desk. âIâm not here to argue his work ethic. Iâm here because Iâm questioning whether Agent Reid can continue to perform in the field without becoming a liability.â
Hotch felt a surge of anger but swallowed it back. âHe hasnât shown any signs of relapse.â
âNot yet,â Strauss shot back. âBut the risk is always there. And we canât afford risks like him, not in a unit as high profile as the BAU.â
Hotch crossed his arms, his posture firm. âHeâs earned his place. Whatever youâre insinuatingââ
âIâm not insinuating,â she cut him off, her voice icy. âIâm telling you how this is going to go. From now on, Reid will be subjected to mandatory drug tests. Monthly.â She emphasized the last word, her expression hard. âIf there are any slip-ups, any signs of relapse, even the faintest suspicion, heâs out.â
Hotchâs gaze darkened. âThatâs unnecessary.â
Strauss tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk, her icy demeanor unwavering as she continued to challenge Hotch. âYouâre defending him again,â she said sharply, eyes narrowing. âJust like you always do. Every time Reidâs decision-making is called into question, itâs you who steps in to justify it. How many times has he put the team at risk with his recklessness, his⌠emotional judgments? And every time, you shield him.â
Hotch held her gaze, his face impassive though his patience was wearing thin. âReidâs decisions are not reckless. Heâs a profiler, just like the rest of us. Sometimes we have to make judgment calls, and Reidâdespite his past, despite his personal strugglesâmakes the right ones more often than not.â
Strauss leaned back in her chair, folding her arms, her expression one of disbelief. âJudgment calls? Thatâs your defense? We canât afford judgment calls, Aaron. Not when weâre dealing with murderers, terrorists, and serial predators. Reidâs personal issues cloud his judgment, and that makes him a risk.â
Hotch stepped forward, his voice firm but calm. âWe work in the field. Every agent makes judgment callsâmyself included. We donât always have the luxury of time or all the facts laid out perfectly for us. Reid has an exceptional mind, and when heâs under pressure, he performs. Yes, heâs made mistakes, but so have all of us. Heâs saved more lives than I can count.â
Straussâ eyes flashed with irritation. âBut his mistakes could have cost lives, Aaron. And you know that. How many times has he hesitated, overthought, or even worse, let his emotions dictate his actions? Youâve had to justify his choices to me and other superiors more times than you should have.â
Hotchâs face remained unreadable, but his voice grew harder. âI justify his decisions because they are the right ones. When youâre in the field, in a life-or-death situation, you need someone like Reidâa man who can think faster than anyone else in the room. His ability to process information, to read people, is unmatched.â
Strauss shook her head, her frustration boiling over. âYou call it unmatched. I call it unstable. His mind may be brilliant, but itâs fragile. You canât deny that. And you canât keep making excuses for him. This is a dangerous game, and the stakes are too high for mistakes.â
Hotchâs eyes narrowed. âHeâs not unstable. Heâs human. Every member of this team has had to make decisions under pressure, sometimes with incomplete information, and Reid is no different.â
âBut he is different,â Strauss countered, her voice cutting through the room. âHeâs the one whoâs been to rehab. Heâs the one who struggles with dependency. And letâs not forget the mental strain heâs been under for years. The rest of your teamâMorgan, Prentiss, Rossiâtheyâre reliable. Reid, on the other hand, is unpredictable.â
Hotchâs jaw tightened, but he kept his tone measured. âHeâs faced more than most of us could handle, and heâs come out the other side stronger. I trust him with my life, and so does the team.â
Strauss leaned forward, her gaze cold. âI donât. And thatâs why this is non-negotiable, Hotch. Monthly drug tests. If he slips, if thereâs even a hint of a problem, heâs out. I will not tolerate another incident where I have to clean up his mess because you think his âjudgment callsâ are excusable.â
Hotch stared at her for a long moment, the tension palpable. âAnd what happens when you push him out and lose one of the best agents this Bureau has ever had?â
Strauss didnât blink. âThatâs a risk Iâm willing to take.â
The silence hung heavy between them, and Hotch realized no amount of reasoning would sway her.
Hotch left Straussâs office, the tension from their conversation still lingering in the back of his mind. He didnât like this any more than Spencer would, but Strauss had made her decision, and now it was up to him to break the news. The whole situation felt like a slap in the face to Spencerâs progress, and Hotch knew the young agent wouldnât take it well.
Hotch found Spencer in the bullpen, hunched over some files, lost in thought. The usual furrow of concentration on his brow lifted as he glanced up and saw Hotch approaching.
"Hey, Hotch," Spencer greeted with a faint smile, but Hotch could see the weariness behind it. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he sat down across from him.
"Spencer, we need to talk," Hotch said, his tone more serious than usual.
Spencerâs smile faded, replaced by a look of curiosity, then mild concern. "Whatâs going on?"
Hotch exhaled, running a hand over his face before speaking. "Strauss is implementing new protocols. Effective immediately, youâll be subjected to monthly drug tests."
Spencer blinked, his expression falling into confusion. "What? Why now? I havenât used in four years, Hotch. I thought all of that was behind us."
Hotch leaned forward, his voice calm but steady. "I know, and Iâve made that clear to her. Youâve been clean for years, and we all see the progress youâve made. But Strauss doesnât trust that your addiction wonât resurface. Sheâs convinced that you're still a liability."
Spencerâs face twisted in frustration, and his hands fidgeted on the desk in front of him. He let out a breath, shaking his head. "I donât understand. Iâve done everything right. Iâve proven myself. Why does she still think Iâm going to screw up?"
Hotch looked at him sympathetically. "This isnât about you, Spencer. Itâs about Straussâs own perception."
Spencer clenched his fists, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "I thought⌠I thought we were past all of that. Four years clean, Hotch. Four years. And she still sees me as a ticking time bomb."
Hotchâs gaze softened. "I know itâs unfair, and I wish I could change it. But Strauss has the power to enforce this protocol. I fought for you, Spencer. Iâll always fight for you. But this is one battle I couldnât win."
Spencer leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he processed the information. The frustration and hurt in his eyes were evident. "Why does she hate me so much?" he muttered, more to himself than to Hotch. "Why am I always the one who has to prove myself over and over again?"
Hotch didnât have an answer for that. Straussâs animosity toward Spencer had always been unwarranted, and no matter how hard Spencer worked, it seemed she would never let go of the past.
"Youâre not alone in this," Hotch said quietly, his voice firm. "The team knows how far youâve come. We trust you. And weâll make sure this doesnât interfere with your work."
Spencer nodded, though the disappointment was still etched on his face. "I just donât get it. Iâve done everything Iâm supposed to do. Why canât she see that?"
Hotch reached across the desk, resting a hand on Spencerâs shoulder. "Because people like Strauss only see the risks, not the person. But we see you, Spencer. Donât let her take that away from you."
Spencer offered a small, grateful smile, though the frustration still lingered in his eyes. He had been through enough, and this just felt like one more hurdle to jump.
As Hotch walked away, Spencer sat there, staring at the papers in front of him. He had thought the worst was behind himâthat his addiction, his past struggles, were finally over. But now, with Strauss breathing down his neck, it felt like he was back at square one. And no matter how hard he worked, how far he came, there was always someone like Strauss, waiting to drag him back down.
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âSpencer!â you screeched from your bedroom, the urgency in your voice sending Spencer into an instant state of panic. He rushed in, his mind racing, worried something terrible had happened.
But when he burst through the door, what greeted him was not a disasterâwell, not the kind he had imagined. You were sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by heaps of clothes, wearing nothing but your bra and underwear. The sight made him chuckle, though he was also slightly flustered, his cheeks tinged pink at the sight of you in so little.
âWhatâs up, Red?â Spencer asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite how his heart raced.
You looked up at him, pouting, clearly distressed. Spencer, in his cozy sweatpants and hoodie, looked perfectly at ease while you were caught in a whirlwind of indecision. âI donât know what to wear tonight,â you groaned, gesturing helplessly at the mountain of clothes surrounding you.
Spencer chuckled again, stepping further into the room. âY/N, weâre not even meeting them forâŚâ he checked his watch and raised his brow, âfive hours!â
âI knowww,â you whined, your voice petulant as you flopped back dramatically onto the floor. âBut I want to make a good impression.â
Spencer couldnât help but smile at how adorably worked up you were. He crouched down beside you, his eyes warm as he gazed at your scattered wardrobe. âYou could show up in a garbage bag, and theyâd still love you,â he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. âTrust me, you donât need to stress.â
You sighed, sitting back up and grabbing a blouse. âEasy for you to say,â you mumbled, holding the shirt up. âYou look good in everything.â
Spencer laughed softly, his fingers brushing against your cheek before leaning in to kiss the top of your head. âYouâll look amazing no matter what you wear. And honestly, theyâre just excited to meet the person whoâs made me so happy.âÂ
You looked up at him, his words warming your heart. âYouâre really sweet, you know that?â
Spencer smiled. âThatâs what you keep telling me.â He glanced down at the pile of clothes again. âNow, letâs figure out what outfit makes you feel as amazing as you are.â
After a lot of playful back and forth, Spencer finally helped you choose an outfit, and you couldnât be more grateful to have the sweetest man alive by your side. You stood in your room, back in your bra and underwear, having set out the outfit for later, a black dress with red tights, duh. As you got ready, your heart swelled with affection for himâyour boyfriend, the man who already seemed to know how to calm your nerves.
Standing in front of him, you ran your hands up Spencerâs chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the soft fabric of his hoodie. With a teasing smile, you tugged gently on the strings of his hoodie, pulling him closer. âCan I show you how much I appreciate you, handsome?â you whispered, your voice playful but filled with sincerity.
Spencerâs eyes widened slightly at your words, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He was always so adorably flustered when you teased him like this. But he smiled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips, his hands resting on your waist. âYou already do,â he murmured against your lips, but there was no mistaking the way his breath hitched, betraying just how much he wanted you.
âMm, but I want to really show you,â you breathed softly, your hands dropping to the waistband of Spencerâs sweats. His breath hitched immediately at the sensation of your fingers lightly teasing beneath the fabric, brushing against the coarse hair below.
âWhâwhat did you have in mind?â he asked, his voice shaky as he struggled to keep his composure.
You smiled up at him, letting your fingers explore just a little, before you slowly began lowering yourself to your knees. âWell⌠I could tell you,â you said playfully, your voice dropping to a whisper, âor I could show you.â
Spencerâs breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling with heaving breaths as he tried to process what was happening. âOh my god, uhâŚâ he stammered, clearly caught off guard by the sudden intensity.
You firmly grasped the waistband of his sweats then, looking up at him for permission. âCan I?â you asked gently, always making sure he was comfortable.
Spencer didnât respond right away. His voice was quiet, almost apologetic as he confessed, âIâve neverâno one hasâŚâ
You immediately understood, pulling your hands back gently. âOh baby, we donât have to,â you said softly, standing up and placing a reassuring hand on his cheek.
Spencer looked at you with gratitude and an apology in his eyes. âMaybe later?â he offered, his tone tentative but sincere. âWe⌠we need to get ready.â
You smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. âOf course,â you whispered. There was no need to push or rush anything. You had plenty of time, and youâd always respect his boundaries.
Later, after you and Spencer had finished getting ready, you couldnât help but feel a bit pent up. Spencer looked good earlier, but now? Now, he looked downright irresistible. His button-down shirt paired with a checkered sweater vest, and those slacksâhugging him just rightâhad you practically drooling. But with Spencerâs earlier discomfort, you held your tongue, not wanting to push things too soon.Â
After a quick kiss and a quiet pep talk, the two of you were outside, hailing a cab to meet his team at the bar. Your nerves were still buzzing. You were excited for Spencer, but the thought of someone recognizing you, of someone saying something, kept you on edge. You wanted to be the best partner to him, especially with how proud he was to introduce you to everyone.
As you approached the table, your nerves flared even more, but you plastered on a confident smile. Sitting around the table were Derek, Emily, JJ, and Penelope, all of whom greeted you warmly, each with their own playful digs at Spencer.
âWell, well,â Derek grinned, leaning back in his chair as he gave Spencer a once-over. âPretty Boy wasnât kidding when he said he was smitten.â
Emily raised an eyebrow, smirking as she gave you a friendly once-over. âWow, Reid. No wonder youâve been so secretive. I wouldâve kept this hidden too.â
JJ nudged Penelope, who had stars in her eyes. âIâm so happy youâre real!â Penelope practically squealed. âI thought for sure Spencer was making you up.â
Spencer rolled his eyes, laughing, as he proudly introduced you to his team, visibly glowing from how much they seemed to like you right off the bat.
You smiled, feeling more at ease, though still a bit on edge as you scanned the room. No sign of Hotch or Rossiâthank god, you thought, allowing yourself a moment to relax.
But just as you were about to take a seat, you heard itâthe unmistakable voice from behind you. âReid, is this your lady?â Rossiâs voice carried through the bar, calm and curious.
You froze, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as you turned, your breath catching in your throat. As your eyes met Rossiâs, you immediately saw itâthe flicker of recognition. Then, as you glanced at Hotch standing next to him, it was unmistakable. They both recognized you.
Your heart pounded as you pleaded with your eyes, hoping Rossi would get the message. Please, donât say anything.
Spencer, none the wiser, smiled brightly as he introduced you. âYes! Rossi, Hotchâthis is Y/N.â
You extended your hand, swallowing your nerves as you greeted them. âItâs a pleasure to meet you both.â
Rossi took your hand, his grip warm and familiar as he gave you a knowing look. But instead of saying anything, he squeezed your hand gently and winked. "The pleasure is all mine," he said smoothly, his voice betraying nothing.
You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that for now, your secret was safe.
Hotch nodded politely, his expression neutral but his eyes scanning you, clearly making a mental note of the situation. But just like Rossi, he remained silent on the matter.
Spencer, completely oblivious, continued chatting with the group, beaming with pride as he showed you off to the people who mattered most to him. You smiled along, feeling the weight lift slightly, knowing that at least for now, your past could stay buried.
As the drinks flowed and the night progressed, you found yourself thoroughly enjoying the company of Spencerâs team. They were warm, welcoming, and great fun to be around, making it easier for you to relax. Even Hotch and Rossi, after the initial awkwardness, had lightened up, joining in the laughter and the storytelling.
It was a blast hearing them tease Spencer, recounting funny case stories and little moments from their years together. You were especially enjoying the bond you were forming with Penelope, both of you gushing over your shared love for tech and quickly finding an easy rhythm with one another. You felt like youâd made an instant friend.
But with every sip of your drink, your attention kept drifting back to Spencer. He just looked so good, sitting there, his eyes a little hooded from the alcohol, his jaw clenching as he excitedly explained some complex theory to Emily. His hands moved with purpose, fingers waving as he passionately discussed whatever topic he was on. The sight of him like thatâso animated, so himâhad desire steadily building in the pit of your stomach.
You bit your lip, watching him for a moment before giving in to temptation. Slowly, you slid your hand onto his thigh under the table, your fingers curling around him firmly. Spencer jolted slightly, his conversation with Emily stuttering as he tried to refocus.
He coughed lightly, glancing at you with wide eyes before quickly turning back to Emily, pretending to concentrate on the conversation while clearly trying to ignore your wandering hand.
But you werenât making it easy for him. You smirked slightly, your thumb stroking slow circles against his thigh, inching closer. You could see the tension in his posture, how he was trying desperately to maintain his composure while you toyed with him.
Spencer stammered again, shooting you a look that was half warning, half pleading, but he couldnât stop the flush creeping up his neck. His jaw tightened, and he shifted slightly in his seat, clearly struggling to keep it together as your touch continued to drive him wild beneath the table.
Spencer was briefly rescued by an unsung heroâRossi.
âIâm going to get another drink,â Rossi announced, his tone casual as he looked in your direction. âY/N, yours is looking light. Care to come with?â The look he gave you left no room for arguing. It was more of a command than an offer.
You nodded and stood, following him to the bar, your heart pounding. Once you were there, away from the laughter and teasing at the table, Rossiâs expression shifted. The warmth he usually radiated had cooled into something far more serious, almost stern.
âHe doesnât know, does he?â Rossi asked, cutting straight to the point.
You sighed, leaning against the bar. âNot yet.â
Rossiâs glare was sharp, filled with concern rather than judgment. âYou need to tell him, Y/N.â
You rolled your eyes, but there was a weight to his words you couldnât brush off. âCome on, David. Itâs not like itâs life or death.â
âNo, itâs not,â Rossi agreed, his voice calm but firm. âBut itâs going to matter to him. Especially now that you know. The longer you wait, the worse it gets.â
You hated how right he was. You hated that every day you kept this secret, the weight of it grew heavier. âI know,â you admitted, the frustration clear in your voice. âBut what if he doesnât want to be with me anymore? What if it changes everything?â
Rossiâs expression softened slightly, his sternness giving way to understanding. âSpencer isnât like that,â he said quietly. âBut he values honesty. Keeping this from him⌠itâll hurt him more than the truth ever will. If he finds out later, heâll feel betrayed. And you donât want that, do you?â
You shook your head, staring down at the drink the bartender had just handed you. âNo, I donât.â
Rossi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. âI know itâs scary,â he said softly. âBut trust meâSpencer cares about you. Heâll understand. You just have to give him the chance to.â
You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath as the weight of the conversation settled in. You knew what you had to do, but the thought of it still sent a nervous chill down your spine.
Rossi gave you a reassuring squeeze. âBetter sooner than later, kiddo.â Then, with a wink, he turned to head back to the table, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a moment.Â
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead.Â
When you returned to Spencerâs side, he didnât even notice that you hadnât come back with a drink. Instead, he smiled brightly and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The warmth of his body instantly soothed you, but the mistake became apparent as soon as you breathed in his scentâclean, warm, and undeniably Spencer. The hunger inside you flared up tenfold, and you had to fight to keep your mind from wandering into dangerous territory.
Derek, of course, seized the moment, grinning mischievously from across the table. âDid Spencer tell you about the time a famous actress kissed him?â
Your eyebrows shot up, intrigued but also curious to see Spencerâs reaction. âWhat?â you asked with a teasing smile, nudging Spencer lightly. âNo, he conveniently left that part out.â
Spencer flushed instantly, his arm tightening slightly around you as he groaned. âOh god, not this story,â he muttered, glaring at Derek.
âOh, come on, Pretty Boy,â Derek laughed, leaning back in his chair. âYouâre basically a celebrity yourself for that one.â
You looked up at Spencer, eyes wide with curiosity. âI have to hear this,â you said, trying to keep the playful edge in your voice despite how distracted you felt by his proximity.
Spencer sighed, clearly embarrassed. âIt wasnât a big deal,â he said quickly, as if trying to brush it off.
Derek scoffed, shaking his head as if Spencerâs modesty was the most ridiculous thing heâd heard all night. âNot a big deal? Reid here was pulled into a swimming pool. She basically mounted him.â
You laughed, eyes widening in disbelief. âWhat?!â
Spencer buried his face in his hands, shaking his head in defeat, while Derek grinned like the cat that got the cream. "Yep, and the best part? The paparazzi caught the whole thing."
âThere are pictures on the internet!â Penelope chimed in cheerfully, as if offering you a goldmine of information. "I saved them to my phone!â
You couldnât help but laugh, your curiosity piqued even more. âOh, I have to see these.â
Spencer groaned, leaning back in his seat, his face flushed red. âPlease donât encourage them,â he muttered, though there was a hint of amusement tugging at his lips.
Derek leaned forward, enjoying every moment of Spencerâs discomfort. âOh no, Y/N, you definitely need to look it up. Itâs a classic âReid in over his headâ moment. Heâs all wet, confused, and awkwardâitâs priceless.â
Penelope nodded eagerly. âHe tried to escape, but the actress wouldnât let him go. She had him trapped!â
You were laughing so hard you had to wipe tears from your eyes. âOh my god, Spencer,â you giggled, leaning against him. âHow did I not know about this sooner?â
Spencer, though clearly embarrassed, finally cracked a smile. âI didnât think it was relevant,â he mumbled, shooting Derek and Penelope a half-hearted glare.
âUh-huh, sure,â Derek teased. âDonât let him fool you, Y/N. She was all over him.â
You giggled, poking Spencerâs side playfully. âWhy do I feel like Iâm going to need more details later?â
Spencer groaned again, but there was a small, sheepish smile on his face as he squeezed your shoulder. âWeâll talk about it⌠eventually,â he muttered.
You couldnât help but laugh, leaning into him again, the tension from earlier melting away slightly as you enjoyed the moment with him and his team. For now, the weight of your secret could wait just a little longer.
The group finally decided to call it a night, but you were buzzing with excitement, eager to get Spencer aloneâall to yourself. Both of you had stopped drinking hours ago, switching to water to avoid any hangovers, but the anticipation had been steadily building.Â
As soon as you climbed into the back of a cab together, your hand instinctively returned to Spencerâs thigh, your fingers squeezing appreciatively as they traced the thick muscle. You weren't planning on doing anything more, especially in public, but the closeness only fueled the fire inside you.
The cab ride felt longer than usual, the tension simmering between you two in the dim light of the backseat. Spencer seemed to notice it too, his eyes meeting yours in silent understanding.Â
But once you had Spencer inside your front door, all restraint vanished. You pushed him against a bare wall with urgency, your hands gripping his lithe waist as your lips found his neck, planting hot, hungry kisses along his skin.
"Y/N?" Spencer gasped, his voice strained with both surprise and desire. His breath hitched as your teeth grazed his pulse. "Whatâs gotten into you?"
You didnât answer right away, too focused on the taste of his skin and the way his body responded to every touch. Instead, you kissed your way up to his mouth, pressing yourself against him. Between breaths, you mumbled against his lips, âHopefully you.â
Spencer let out a low groan, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you even closer. âIâm not sure I can resist you right now,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire, already losing the battle against the pull you had over him.
You grinned against his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair as the kiss deepened, the heat between you both simmering to a near-boiling point. âPlease donât resist,â you whispered against his lips, your voice low and filled with need. âYou looked so fucking hot tonight.â
Spencerâs breath hitched, and before he could respond, you dropped to your knees in front of him, your hand pressing against the growing hardness in his slacks. The pressure of your touch made him buck his hips forward instinctively, his eyes widening as the sensation shot through him.
âIs this okay now?â you asked, your voice breathy with desire as you looked up at him, your hand still teasing him through the fabric. âPlease, Spencer. Please, I need to taste you.â
His mind raced, a jumble of thoughts and emotions, but all of them led to the same conclusionâhow could he say no when you asked him like that, when the hunger in your eyes matched his own? He nodded frantically, too overwhelmed to form proper words, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
As your fingers deftly worked to undo his belt and the button of his slacks, Spencer let out a shaky breath, his hands bracing against the wall behind him for support. He was already losing himself to the intensity of the moment, the anticipation building with every second.
Spencer swallowed hard, his nerves apparent as he shifted slightly under your touch. âWhat, um, what do I do?â he asked nervously, his voice wavering with uncertainty.
You smiled up at him like a vixen, your lips brushing over the now-exposed skin of his thighs, teasingly close to where he wanted you most. His breath hitched as you nosed along the front of his briefs, the friction sending a shudder through him that made him whimper.
Sticking your tongue out, you traced him through the fabric, feeling the heat radiating through it, and looked up at him with playful intent. âTry not to make me gag,â you teased, your voice low and sultry. âPull my hair if you like⌠and let me know when youâre going to come.â
Spencerâs eyes widened, the tension and excitement evident in his expression. His grip on the wall tightened as he nodded, trying to follow your instructions, but the way you spoke and the feeling of your tongue against him had him unraveling already.
The moment was intoxicating, your playful control over him leaving him helpless as he tried to hold it together. Every touch, every word, was pushing him closer to the edge, and he could hardly believe this was happening.
As you pulled off the last barrier, Spencerâs briefs sliding down, you couldnât help but grin like youâd just unwrapped the most perfect present. Youâd seen him naked before, but this was differentâhaving his hard cock right in front of you, so close, filled you with an intoxicating sense of control and desire.Â
You licked your lips, savoring the moment, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his head, tasting him for the first time. Spencerâs breath hitched, his back instinctively pulling away from the wall as a wave of sensation coursed through him. His hands found their way into your hair, his grip hesitant at first but growing more confident as the pleasure built.
When you finally wrapped your lips around him, Spencerâs entire body reacted, his hands tugging at your hair, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. He was already a mess, and youâd barely begun.
Pulling back for just a moment, you looked up at him with a wicked glint in your eyes and whispered, âGood boy.â
The praise hit him like a freight train, his hips bucking slightly as he let out a pathetic, needy whimper in response. He was completely at your mercy, lost in the sensation, and he didnât care how desperate he sounded. Every touch, every word from you was pushing him further under, and he wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment, completely overwhelmed by you.
You leaned back in, taking him into your mouth again, more confident now that youâd seen his reactions. Spencerâs hands tightened in your hair as his body arched, his control slowly unraveling with each passing second. You could feel the tension building in him, hear the way his breath quickened, shaky and unsteady, as he tried to hold back.
Every movement you made seemed to push him further toward the edge. The way you hollowed your cheeks, the small flicks of your tongue, the pressureâeverything was driving him wild. His hips bucked involuntarily, but you were ready for it, holding him steady as you took him deeper.
âY/NâŚâ he gasped, barely able to find his voice. His breathing was ragged now, and he was doing everything he could to hold on. âIâm closeâŚâ
You hummed around him in response, the vibrations almost sending him over the edge. He tightened his grip in your hair, his hips stuttering as he let out a broken moan, his body trembling from the intensity of it all.
âGod, darlingâŚâ Spencer whimpered, his voice barely a whisper as he prepared to ride out the waves of pleasure, his head falling back against the wall.Â
Spencerâs breath hitched as you pulled back suddenly, leaving him teetering on the edge without release. His body betrayed him, a desperate whine escaping his lips as he thrashed lightly against the wall, trying to chase the pleasure youâd just denied him.Â
You placed a firm hand on his hip, grounding him, while your other hand came up to stroke him slowly, teasingly. "Over so soon, baby?" you asked, your voice laced with amusement, watching his reactions closely.Â
âIâmââ he hiccuped, barely able to get the words out, âIâm sorry, it just feels so good.â
You arched an eyebrow, teasing him further. âThought you werenât a virgin, Spence?â
His face flushed deep red, his breath ragged and uneven as he struggled to focus. âIâm nânot,â he stammered, his words tumbling over themselves as he tried to speak while your hand brought him back to the brink. âJust havâahâhavenât had this before.â
Your strokes were slow and deliberate, torturous in the best way, and you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his tip. âIs it too much for you?â you whispered softly, your voice low and seductive.
Spencer shook his head frantically, biting his lip as he tried to hold back. âNo⌠no, IâI donât want you to stop,â he gasped, his hands instinctively gripping your hair tighter, his fingers digging into your scalp as he tried to anchor himself. âPleaseâŚâ
You smiled at his response, watching as he lost himself to the sensations, barely able to hold on as you continued to push him further. âGood,â you murmured, âbecause Iâm not done with you yet.â
Spencer's entire body was trembling under your touch, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as you continued to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. His head was thrown back against the wall, his chest heaving with the effort it took to hold himself together.
You smirked, watching the way his eyes fluttered closed, completely at your mercy. His desperation was palpable, and it made you want to push him furtherâto see just how much he could take.
âYou look so good like this,â you whispered, your voice filled with both praise and desire. âCompletely undone for me.â
Spencerâs hips jerked slightly in response, and he whimpered again, barely able to form words as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. âY/N, please,â he gasped, his voice shaky. âIâI canâtââ
You leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his hip, kissing and biting lightly as you kept your hand moving at a torturous pace. âWhat do you want, Spence?â you asked softly, your breath warm against his skin.
Spencerâs voice broke as he whimpered, his words nearly a plea. âYouâyour mouth, please,â he begged, his body trembling, the desperation in his tone unmistakable. He was so close to the edge, and you could tell he was barely holding himself together.
You smiled softly, relishing the power you had over him in this moment. âOkay, baby,â you whispered, your voice laced with both affection and desire. âYouâve been so good for me⌠you can have whatever you want.â
Without wasting another moment, and your hand still gently stroking him, you placed a soft kiss on his tip. You looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his entire body shuddered in anticipation. His hands tightened in your hair again after losing their grip, and you could feel how tightly he was holding on, as if letting go would make him lose control completely.
Slowly, you took him into your mouth, savoring the salty taste and the way his body reacted immediately. Spencerâs head fell back against the wall, a strangled moan escaping his lips as his hips instinctively pushed forward, gagging you.
âYouâre so good,â he gasped, his voice breathless as he struggled to keep his composure. âSo, so goodâŚâ
The praise only made you work harder, hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper, determined to give him exactly what he asked for. Spencerâs body trembled under your touch, and you could feel the tension building rapidly, his breaths becoming shorter and more erratic with each passing second.
âY/N, Iââ he managed to choke out, his hands tightening in your hair. âIâm gonnaââ
You didnât pull away this time. You kept going, your pace quickening and your other hand cupping his balls as you brought him right to the edge, determined to take him all the way.
And then, with a final, desperate moan, Spencer came undone completely, his body trembling as he released into your mouth, his grip on your hair tightening for a moment before he released it completely collapsed back against the wall, utterly spent.
You pulled away slowly, wiping the corner of your mouth with a smirk as you looked up at him. Spencerâs chest was still heaving, his eyes half-lidded and dazed, a blissful smile tugging at his lips.
But then Spencerâs eyes widened in panic, and his face flushed with embarrassment. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean toâto⌠in your mouth!â
You giggled, your mouth still full, shaking your head affectionately at his reaction. Then, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you stuck out your tongue to show him exactly what he had done. Spencerâs face turned an even deeper shade of red, his breath hitching as he took in the sight.
He felt lightheaded, especially when you casually closed your mouth and, in one smooth motion, swallowed. âJesus,â he breathed, his voice barely audible, the raw intensity of the moment catching up to him.
You grinned wickedly. âJust me, baby,â you winked, laughing as you stood up on slightly wobbly legs, your body still buzzing with the energy of the moment.
Before you could stumble, Spencerâs hands reached out to catch you, steadying you against him. âWhoa, careful, Bambi,â he teased, his voice finally regaining some steadiness.
You narrowed your eyes playfully at his comment, your smile still bright. âI could say the same,â you said, your gaze flicking downward where the hardness of him was pressing into your stomach. âOr should I call you Pinocchio? Again, Spence, really?"
Spencerâs face flushed again, and he laughed awkwardly, his hands tightening around your waist. âIâuhâyeah, sorry about that. Itâs justâŚâ he trailed off, looking sheepish as he tried to explain. âYouâre kind of⌠really hot.â
You laughed softly, kissing Spencer sweetly on the lips. But just as you pulled away, Spencer abruptly jerked back, his eyes wide with alarm. âWhat?â you asked, confused by his sudden reaction.
âYou haveâme! In your mouth!â he sputtered, looking completely flustered.
You tilted your head, amused by his innocence. âDoes that gross you out?â you teased. âBecause I think you taste good.â
Spencer flushed even more, which you didnât think was possible at this point. He stammered, his words tripping over themselves. âI donât... I donât know. Iâve just... never thought about it.â
You smiled playfully, shrugging as you turned and sighed dramatically. âWell, you donât have to kiss me right now, Spence... I guess Iâll just go to bed alone.â Letting your dress fall provocatively from your shoulder, you made your way toward the bedroom, your steps slow and intentional.
Spencerâs mind raced, catching up with the teasing tone in your voice. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what you were implying. Without hesitation, he scrambled to pull his briefs and pants back up, fastening them quickly before running after you.
âWait!â he called out, his voice filled with urgency as he reached out to grab your hand, stopping you just before you could disappear into the bedroom.
You turned to face him, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you raised an eyebrow. âChanged your mind?â you asked, your lips curving into a slow smile.
Spencer, still catching his breath, nodded quickly. âIâIâm not letting you go to bed alone,â he said, his voice a mix of determination and longing. âI want to be with you.â
You smiled warmly, pulling him close. âGood answer, baby,â you whispered, pressing your lips to his in a deep, slow kiss, letting him feel how much you wanted him too.
That night, however, the two of you decided to take it slow and just go to bed. You could tell Spencer had done enough exploring for one day, and there was no need to push him further. After all, the night had already been filled with its own excitement.
You handed him a spare toothbrush to keep at your place, something that made Spencer smile shyly. He changed into the sweats he had borrowed earlier, and you both settled into bed, wrapping yourselves in the warmth of each other.
With Spencer nestled against your chest, his head rising and falling gently with your breathing, you kissed the top of his head and sighed contentedly. The moment felt perfect, and you were certain Spencer had already drifted off to sleep when you heard it. The words were so soft, you almost thought you were imagining them.
âI think I'm falling in love with you,â Spencer whispered, his voice barely audible against your skin.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you blinked, unsure if youâd actually heard it. But the warmth of his words lingered in the air, and you knew it was real. You could feel the way his body tensed slightly, like he was scared of what heâd just confessed, but you couldnât help the wide, beaming smile that stretched across your face.
Your hand gently stroked his hair as you whispered back, âI think Iâm falling in love with you, too.â
Spencerâs body relaxed against yours, and for the first time that night, you both fell asleep with the quiet comfort of knowing you were falling in loveâtogether.
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The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed, your hand reaching out instinctively for Spencer, but finding only cool sheets. A flash of panic surged through you until you heard his voice, faint but audible, coming from down the hall. You couldnât make out the words, but there was a tension in his tone, a heaviness that made your chest tighten.
You slipped out of bed, still groggy, and padded quietly to the door, opening it just enough to see Spencer standing in the living room. The morning sunlight bathed him in a soft, golden glow, highlighting the slump in his shoulders. He was on the phone, and even though his voice was low, you could tell he was upset.
When he heard the door creak open, he quickly wrapped up the conversation. âHotch, I gotta go. Yeah. Bye,â he said, his tone clipped as he hung up.
You took a tentative step toward him, concern lacing your voice as you asked, âYou okay?â
Spencer turned to face you, and without hesitation, he let his body fall into yours. His chin rested gently on the top of your head as he let out a deep, weary sigh. "Yeah," he muttered, though you could feel the weight behind his words. "Just work stuff."
You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, trying to offer him the comfort he clearly needed. âDo you want to talk about it?â you asked softly, not wanting to push but needing him to know you were there.
âNot right now,â Spencer murmured, pulling back just enough to look down at you. His smile was small but genuine, as if he was trying to reassure you that everything was fine, even if it wasnât. âI was trying to make coffee, but I couldnât find your grounds.â
You laughed, the sound lightening the mood just a little. âI use disposable pods, silly.â
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. âAhh, that would do it.âÂ
There was a moment of quiet between you as Spencer leaned back into your embrace, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. Even though he wasnât ready to talk about whatever was bothering him, you knew he appreciated your presence. And for now, that was enough.
Once the coffee was made and the two of you settled into the comfortable chairs on your deck, the soft morning breeze creating a peaceful atmosphere, you knew it was time. Spencer sat beside you, sipping his coffee, lost in thought but content. The silence between you had been comforting, but there was something tugging at you now, something you needed to share.
You glanced over at him, watching how the sunlight danced across his face, and took a deep breath, feeling your heart pick up pace. Breaking the peaceful quiet, you spoke up softly, âSpencer⌠can I tell you something? About my past? Itâs not exactly happyâŚâ
Spencerâs attention immediately shifted to you, his eyes soft but concerned. He set his mug down on the small table beside him, turning his body slightly to face you. âOf course,â he said gently, his voice calm and reassuring. âYou can tell me anything.â
You looked down at your hands, your fingers nervously tracing the edge of your coffee cup. It was hard, the idea of opening up this part of yourself, but if you wanted to move forward, to build something real with Spencer, you knew he deserved to know.
âI havenât been totally honest with you,â you began slowly, your voice faltering slightly. âItâs not that Iâve lied, but⌠there are things about my past I havenât told you.â
Spencerâs expression softened, and he reached out, his hand gently covering yours, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin. âWhatever it is, Iâm here.â
You took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of the words you were about to say. Spencerâs hand was still resting on yours, grounding you, giving you the strength to continue.
âWhen I was thirteen,â you started, your voice low, âI lost both of my parents. It wasnât... it wasnât an accident or some freak illness. They both died from drug overdoses.â
Spencerâs brows furrowed in concern, but he didnât say anything, giving you the space to speak.
âMy father had always been an addict. I barely remember a time when he wasnât using something. He was... abusive. Violent, unpredictable.â You swallowed hard, the memories flashing in your mind like dark clouds. âI lived with my mom most of the time. We tried to keep away from him, hiding from him really. He was dangerous, and my mom did her best to protect us.â
You paused, feeling the lump forming in your throat, but Spencerâs thumb tracing circles on your skin kept you anchored.
âOne day, when I was at school, my mom was home. She had called in sick that day, just a flu or something. But somehow, my dad found her. He showed up while I was gone.â Your voice wavered, and you closed your eyes for a second, willing yourself to keep going. âWhen I came home, I found them both... he had overdosed them. I guess he thought if he was going down, heâd take her with him.â
Spencerâs grip on your hand tightened just slightly, and when you looked up, his eyes were filled with compassion and something else... empathy, perhaps. He didnât say a word, just let you continue.
âThatâs how I found them. Both gone, just... gone.â You could feel your breath hitch as the memories flooded back. âAfter that, my little sister and I went to live with my aunt. She took us in, gave us a home, but it was never the same. My sister... she couldnât handle what our father did. She was so young, and it broke her.â
You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you wiped it away quickly. Spencer leaned closer, his body almost enveloping you with comfort.
âWhere is your sister now?â he asked softly, his voice full of concern.
You shook your head, biting your lip to keep it from trembling. âI donât know,â you whispered. âShe got addicted too, a few years later. I tried to help her, but she was... lost. She ran away when she was old enough, and I havenât heard from her since.â
Spencer looked at you with a pained expression, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek. âIâm so sorry, Y/N,â he said quietly, his voice breaking slightly. âI canât imagine how hard that must have been for you, for both of you.â
You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. âIt was... it still is. But I guess Iâm just terrified of the past catching up to me, of losing more people to the same thing.â
Spencerâs thumb gently stroked your hand, silently encouraging you to continue.
You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you wiped the last trace of tears from your eyes. âI love my aunt dearly,â you said, voice soft but filled with warmth. âSheâs an amazing woman. Without her, I donât know where Iâd be... I probably would have ended up in foster care, or worse.â
âShe did everything she could to help my sister,â you continued. âTook us both in when she didnât have to, gave us a home, stability. But... my sister refused treatment, refused help. My aunt tried, I tried, but she just... wouldnât listen. I think... I think she was too broken by everything that happened.â
Spencerâs brow furrowed as he listened, his eyes reflecting the deep sadness he felt on your behalf. âYour aunt sounds like an incredible person,â he said softly. âShe must have cared for you both so much.â
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. âShe did, and she still does. I wouldnât have made it without her. She never gave up on me, even when things got really dark. But with my sister...â You trailed off, the pain still fresh despite the years. âShe just couldnât reach her, no matter how hard she tried.â
Spencerâs gaze softened even more, and he pulled you a little closer, wrapping his arm around you protectively. âIâm sorry you had to go through all of that, Y/N. I wish I could take away that pain for you.â
You leaned into him, letting the warmth of his embrace comfort you. âItâs okay,â you whispered, âIâve learned to live with it. Itâs just hard, knowing that no matter how much love we gave her, my sister couldnât be saved.â
Spencer pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his voice gentle as he spoke. âYou did everything you could. Sometimes... people just arenât ready to accept help. But that doesnât mean you didnât try, or that you didnât love her enough.â
For a moment, you allowed yourself to just breathe. You hadnât shared this part of yourself with anyone in such a long time, and Spencerâs quiet understanding felt like a balm to your soul.
âShe sounds like an incredible woman, your aunt,â Spencer added, squeezing your hand gently. âAnd so do you.â
You looked at Spencer with tears welling in your eyes, your emotions on full display. âThank you, Spencer,â you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with gratitude. His thumb gently wiped a tear from underneath your eye, his touch soft and reassuring.
"Not just for listening,â you continued, âbut for being you.â
Spencer smiled at you, a deep, affectionate smile that made your heart flutter. His eyes shone with understanding and care, and in that moment, you felt an overwhelming connection between you two. He leaned forward then, kissing you deeply, a kiss full of warmth and unspoken promises.
"Thank you for telling me," he murmured softly, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
You laughed softly, more at yourself than anything, as you wiped away the remnants of your tears. "Okay, whew, thatâs that," you said, trying to lighten the mood. "Now you know. We can stop crying now."
Spencer smiled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His eyes flickered with something more, a desire to share, to open up just as you had. âDo you want to know about my parents?â he asked, his voice gentle.
You nodded your head, giving him your full attention, ready to listen just as he had for you.
Spencer sighed deeply, his gaze far away for a moment, as if gathering the words. âMy mom⌠she has schizophrenia. It started when I was really young, and I spent a lot of time trying to understand her illness. It wasnât easy growing up, knowing she wasnât like other moms. She was brilliant though, a professor of literature. She used to read to me all the time, teaching me about everything she loved. Thatâs probably where I get my love for books.â
You listened intently, your heart breaking a little for the boy he once was, trying to make sense of a world so complex and painful.
âMy dad left when I was ten,â Spencer continued, his voice quieter now. âHe couldnât handle it anymoreâher illness, the responsibility. He just⌠left. And it was just me and her after that.â
Spencerâs voice wavered slightly, but he stayed composed. âI spent my childhood trying to take care of her, in my own way. She had episodes, but I didnât want her to go to a hospital, so I hid a lot of it from people. I thought⌠I thought I could fix it.â
You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. Spencer glanced at you, his expression softening as he took comfort in your presence.
âIâve made peace with it now,â Spencer said after a beat. âBut it wasnât easy. There were days I felt like I was drowning, trying to take care of her and go to school, trying to make something of myself.â He paused, then added, âSheâs in a facility now, getting the care she needs. I visit when I can.â
You sat in silence for a moment, letting his words settle, understanding the depth of his pain and the strength it must have taken to survive such a childhood.
"Thank you for telling me," you whispered, echoing his earlier words. Your thumb brushed against the back of his hand as you gazed at him with admiration. "Youâre a wonderful man, Spencer."
He smiled softly, his eyes brimming with affection as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.
When the coffee was finished and the emotional weight of your stories had settled, you both stood up, moving inside together. There was no need for plans, no pressure to fill the day with anything grand. You simply wanted to be together, to spend the day wrapped up in each otherâs presence, doing nothing but enjoying the quiet comfort of your shared company.
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Spencerâs day had started off on a sour note the moment he walked into the testing facility. The thought of being watched during such an intimate, humiliating process had been enough to make his stomach churn. The presence of the other agent, someone he didnât know, standing nearby as he tried to perform an already uncomfortable task had only worsened his mood.
By the time he returned to the office, Spencer was tense, his nerves frayed from the ordeal. His teamâhis friendsâwere used to his occasional bad moods, but this was different. He hated that the drug tests were a constant reminder of a time in his life heâd fought so hard to put behind him, a scar that Strauss and her protocols kept reopening.
Penelope was the first to try and talk to him, her usual bubbly energy shining through as she asked, âHey, Reid, how was your weekend? Did you spend it with your girl?â
Without thinking, Spencer snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. âI donât want to talk about it, Penelope.â
Her eyes widened in surprise, and he could see the hurt flash across her face before she quickly masked it with a forced smile. He regretted it immediately, but in his irritation, he couldnât bring himself to apologize right away.
Then, Derek, ever the good friend, set a fresh cup of coffee on Spencerâs deskâa simple gesture of kindness. But when a bit of the coffee spilled over the edge onto his papers, Spencerâs patience snapped again.
âCan you not?â Spencer bit out, glaring at the small mess. âItâs everywhere now, Morgan.â
Derek raised his hands in surrender, clearly not wanting to poke the bear. âAlright, alright, take it easy, pretty boy.â
Emily, sensing Spencerâs volatile mood, wisely kept her distance. Sheâd seen him like this before and knew better than to engage when he was on edge.
JJ, always the nurturer, tried her best to offer a soothing presence. âSpence, are you okay? You seem a little... off today.â
But instead of the comfort she usually brought, her words only stoked the fire. âIâm fine, JJ. Can everyone just stop asking me how Iâm doing?â
Her eyes widened, taken aback by his harsh tone, and Spencer immediately felt a pang of guilt. He didnât mean to lash out, especially at JJ, who was only trying to help. His apology came quickly, but it did little to ease the tension.
âSorry,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his frustration pressing down on him. âI just... Iâm not in a great place right now.â
Hotch had been watching from his office, observing how Spencer was struggling to keep it together. He knew better than most what Spencer was going through, but it was clear today wasnât a day Spencer should be in the office.
He walked over to Spencerâs desk, his expression firm but understanding. âReid, go home.â
Spencer looked up, surprised. âI have work to finishââ
âYou can take it with you,â Hotch interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument. âYou need some space. Go home, get some rest. Weâll see you tomorrow.â
Spencer didnât fight it. He nodded, collecting his things, knowing that Hotch was right. He wasnât doing anyone any good by staying, and his snapping at the people who cared about him only made him feel worse.
As he left the office, Spencer felt a weight lift slightly from his shoulders. But the humiliation of the morning still gnawed at him, and he wondered how long this protocol would hang over his head like a dark cloud.
Things only got worse when you texted Spencer on your lunch break, sharing a silly story about a printer mix-up at work. Normally, Spencer would find your anecdotes charming, loving the way you broke them up into several texts as if you were telling the story in person. But today, the constant pinging of his phone was too much for his already frayed nerves.
He stared at the screen, watching the notifications pile up, the sound seeming louder and more grating than usual. The tension from the dayâthe frustration, the stress, the hidden weight of what he was dealing withâmade every ping feel like it was vibrating directly into his skull.
Instead of waiting for more texts to come through, he called you. It wasnât out of anger, but a desperate need to silence the noise and prevent the headache he felt creeping up.
âHi, baby!â you answered, your voice bright and cheery, though you sounded a little surprised. âI didnât realize you were on your phone. Sorry if I was texting too muchââ
âIâm home. Hotch let me leave early,â he huffed, his voice sharp and tense, though he hadnât meant for it to sound so irritated.
âOhâŚâ you paused, a little concern creeping into your voice. âAre you alright? Are you feeling sick?â
Your genuine worry, which normally would have soothed him, only felt like another weight on his chest today. He wasnât angry with you, but the frustration that had been building all day finally spilled over.
âIâm fine,â Spencer snapped, his tone harsher than he intended. âI just⌠Iâm having a bad day, okay?â
The line went quiet for a moment. He immediately regretted his words, knowing you didnât deserve the brunt of his frustration. You hadnât done anything wrong, and here he was, snapping at you over something as small as a few text messages.
âIâm sorry, Spencer,â you said softly, the lightness in your voice replaced with a gentle, understanding tone. âI didnât mean to bother you.â
He sighed, the guilt crashing down on him. You had no idea what he was really dealing withâhe hadnât told you about the drug tests, about Strauss's constant scrutiny. He didnât want you to worry, didnât want you to think any less of him, so he kept it all to himself. But now, it was spilling over into how he treated you, and he hated that.
âNo, I know. Iâm sorry,â Spencer replied, softer now, trying to reign in his frustration. âItâs not you, I just⌠todayâs been rough.â
There was a pause again, your voice gentle when you finally spoke. âDo you want me to come over? We donât have to talk about it. I can just be there.â
Spencer hesitated. The truth was, part of him wanted you there. He always felt better with you around, your presence grounding him in ways he couldnât explain. But today, he wasnât sure if he could handle being around anyone, even you. Not when he felt so close to snapping at the slightest thing.
âI donât know,â he admitted quietly. âMaybe⌠I just need some space right now.â
Your understanding was immediate, though he could hear the slight tinge of hurt in your voice. âOkay, I get it. Just know Iâm here if you need anything, alright?â
âYeah,â Spencer muttered, closing his eyes and trying to push away the guilt and frustration swirling inside him. âThanks, Y/N.â
When the call ended, Spencer sat in the quiet of his apartment, feeling the weight of his bad day pressing down on him. He knew he should tell you what was going on, but the shame and embarrassment kept him silent. He wanted to feel better, wanted to stop snapping at the people he cared about, but today everything felt⌠wrong.
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Rossi stood in Straussâs office, the door closed behind him, his arms crossed over his chest as he regarded her with a frustrated expression. He had been simmering over this decision for days now, but he knew he had to say something. It was eating at him.
âYou know, Erin, I think you went too far this time,â Rossi said, his voice low but firm. âHaving Spencer drug tested every month? Itâs uncalled for. The kidâs been clean for years now. Heâs proven himself.â
Strauss didnât look up from the file in front of her, her expression unreadable. âDavid, you of all people should understand why this is necessary.â
âI told you in confidence,â Rossi said, stepping closer to her desk, his voice gaining an edge. âBecause of us. Not so you could turn around and use it against him. You think I donât see what youâre doing?â
Strauss finally lifted her eyes to meet his, her expression calm and collected. âIâm trying to protect her.â
Rossi let out a slow breath, shaking his head. âYouâre punishing him for something that hasnât even happened. He hasnât slipped up, and I donât think he will. Heâs stronger than you give him credit for.â
âHeâs a liability,â Strauss said firmly, not backing down. âAnd Iâm not going to sit by and wait for him to make a mistake that costs us all more than weâre willing to pay.â
Rossi clenched his jaw, frustrated by her unwillingness to see reason. âYouâre not protecting her or the Bureau, Erin. Youâre making it harder for him to succeed. Youâre putting a target on his back.â
Strauss crossed her arms, her expression unyielding. âSometimes, David, tough decisions have to be made. Whether or not you agree with them.â
Rossi sighed, knowing the conversation was hitting a dead end. âI just hope you realize what youâre doing before itâs too late.â He gave her one final look, disappointed but unsurprised, before turning on his heel and leaving her office, the tension lingering long after he was gone.
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Spencer stood there, looking so tired and worn down, and your heart clenched at the sight of him. You could tell he was struggling, and the weight of whatever was on his mind was pressing heavily on his shoulders. You stepped closer, gently touching his arm.
âSpencer?â you asked softly, your voice full of concern.
He looked at you, his gaze softened by exhaustion, and he sighed deeply, rubbing a hand over his face. âIâm sorry for how I was yesterday⌠I didnât mean to snap at you.â
You shook your head, stepping aside to let him in, your hand reaching for his as you pulled him through the door. âYou donât have to apologize, Spencer. But whatâs going on? Youâve been so quiet. Iâve been worried.â
He gave a small nod, his eyes downcast as he stepped into your apartment, letting the warmth of your presence surround him. You led him to the couch, and he collapsed into it with a heavy sigh, rubbing at the back of his neck as if trying to ease the tension that had built there.
âI⌠I just had a really hard day,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âWork stuff. Itâs⌠itâs complicated, and I donât really want to talk about it right now.â
Your concern deepened, but you didnât want to push him. You could see in his eyes that he was holding something back, something that was clearly eating at him, but if he wasnât ready to share, you would respect that. You just wanted to be there for him, however he needed.
You nodded softly, sitting down beside him and taking his hand in yours, your thumb brushing gently over his knuckles. âOkay. You donât have to talk about it,â you said gently. âBut Iâm here. And if you want to just⌠be, we can do that too.â
Spencerâs shoulders seemed to relax a little at your words, and he let out a small breath, his fingers squeezing yours tightly as if holding on to you was the only thing keeping him grounded.
âI just⌠I just want to be with you,â he said quietly, his eyes finally meeting yours, the vulnerability in them breaking your heart. âI donât want to think about anything else right now. I just want to be here with you.â
You gave him a gentle smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. âThen weâll just be,â you whispered.
He closed his eyes as you kissed him, letting out a long, shaky breath as he leaned into your touch. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. For a long moment, you just held him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours.
âThank you,â he murmured after a while, his voice barely audible, but the emotion behind it clear. âFor being here.â
You stroked his hair softly, your heart full of love for the man in your arms. âAlways, Spencer,â you whispered. âIâm always here.âÂ
And though the weight of his hidden struggles lingered in the air, for now, it was enough to just be together.
The laughter that filled the room later was like music, and for the first time in what felt like days, Spencer felt light again. You were both sprawled out on the couch, popcorn forgotten as Spencer had successfully wrestled you under him, his hands expertly tickling your sides. Your uncontrollable giggles filled the room as you squirmed beneath him, trying to bat his hands away.
âSpence!â you squealed, your voice rising in playful desperation. âStop! I canâtââÂ
He laughed, his own amusement bubbling up as he leaned down, pressing quick, ticklish kisses along your neck and cheeks, making you squirm even more.
âWhat?â he teased, pretending not to hear you, his voice lighthearted and mischievous. âCanât hear you over all this squawking in my ear!â
Your laughter came out in breathless bursts, and you managed to shove at his chest lightly, still giggling as he finally gave you a moment to catch your breath. Spencer grinned down at you, his face flushed from laughter, his earlier heaviness completely gone, replaced by a playful glint in his eyes.
"Truce?" you gasped, still trying to stop your own giggles, your hands grabbing onto his arms to steady yourself.
Spencer tilted his head, pretending to think it over for a moment before nodding, his lips quirking into a smirk. âAlright. Truce. But only because you begged so nicely.â
You rolled your eyes but smiled up at him, your heart swelling at how much lighter and carefree he seemed now. Whatever weight he had been carrying earlier was gone, at least for the moment, and you couldnât help but feel proud that you had been the one to help lift it.Â
He stayed on top of you for a moment longer, both of you catching your breath, the warmth of his body comforting against yours. He leaned down and kissed your forehead softly, his voice gentle as he murmured, âYou always know how to make me feel better.â
You smiled up at him, brushing a hand through his hair. âI just like seeing you happy,â you said softly. âYou deserve it.â
For a moment, Spencer didnât say anything, just looking at you with a kind of quiet admiration that made your heart flutter. Then, with a playful smirk, he rolled off you, tugging you back up to sit in his lap. âAlright, Iâll stop tickling you,â he said, eyes glinting with amusement, âfor now.â
You glared and pointed your finger in his face, making him cross his eyes like a dork. âTickle me again, and Iâll... IâllâŚâ
âYeah? Go on, honey,â he teased, his smirk growing wider as his hands continued to rub your hips.
Flustered by his confidence, you blurted, âIâll spit on you.â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âIs that the best you got?â
You leaned in, lowering your voice as your eyes locked on his. âCareful, baby⌠sounds like you might actually want that.â
Spencer's smirk faltered slightly, his eyes widening in surprise before he laughed nervously. You could feel the shift in energy between you, the playful banter taking on a new, teasing intensity.
âWhaâno,â he stammered, trying to recover, but the playful glint in your eyes had him flustered.
You leaned in closer, your hands resting on his chest as you whispered in a low, sultry tone, âMmm, you sure about that?â
Spencerâs breath hitched slightly, his hands instinctively tightening on your hips as he tried to keep his composure. âYouâre⌠youâre just trying to get a rise out of me,â he finally managed to say, his voice a little breathless, but there was no hiding the way his body reacted to your proximity.
You grinned, feeling empowered by the effect you had on him. âAnd itâs working,â you teased, your lips brushing against his ear as you gently let your hips grind on his.
Spencer swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to yours, filled with affection and playful frustration. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
You giggled, sitting up straight and giving him a satisfied look. âMaybe,â you said sweetly, âbut you like it.â
He sighed dramatically, still flustered but clearly loving every second of your teasing. âYeah, I guess I do.â
Spencerâs hands slipped from your hips, wrapping around your waist instead as he pulled you closer. âBut if you threaten me with spitting again,â he whispered, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone, âI might have to get you back.â
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh? And how exactly would you do that?â
He smirked, leaning in closer so his lips were just inches from yours. âI guess youâll have to find out,â he murmured before kissing you deeply, the playfulness of the moment fading into something more tender and intimate.
âYou want to show me?â you whispered against his lips, nipping softly at Spencerâs lower lip, sending a shiver down his spine.
He groaned in response, the sharp, sweet pain igniting something inside him. But as much as the dirty talk stirred him, he hesitated. Spencer wasnât as experienced as his playful words suggested, even though he'd picked up more than a few lines from the books he'd read â including a couple of romance novels that had taught him a thing or two.
Still, feeling the heat between you, Spencer nodded, leaning in for a kiss. This one wasnât gentle or tentative, but filled with passion, tongues meeting, teeth grazing lips, and it set off a fire in both of your bellies.Â
Your hands gripped at his hair, pulling him closer as his hands moved up your sides, exploring every inch of you, unsure but eager. The kiss deepened, both of you giving in to the moment, feeling the intensity grow between you. It was uncharted territory for him, but he was more than willing to learn with you.
Feeling bold, Spencer let his hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing tentatively. The whimper that escaped your lips as his fingers dug into your flesh sent a surge of pride through him. He was still a little unsure, but that reaction told him he was on the right track.
But then you pulled back slightly, your eyes glinting with mischief. âIs this what I get? I might have to threaten you more oftenâŚâ
Something primal seemed to take over Spencer at your teasing words, and before he knew it, his hand came down in a sharp, quick slap against your ass. The sound echoed around the room, but it was your loud, unrestrained moan that had his pulse racing.
His eyes widened, both with shock at his own actions and the reaction it had caused. âYou like that?â he asked, his voice thick with a mixture of curiosity and raw desire, unable to believe what had just happened â and how much it seemed to affect both of you.
You met his gaze, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you nodded, biting your lip. âYeah,â you whispered, your voice husky with need. âI do.â
Spencer swallowed hard, realizing he might have just unlocked something new between the two of you â something he was more than ready to explore.
Spencer pulled you back in, capturing your lips in an even deeper kiss, his tongue teasing yours while his hand came down with another sharp slap to your ass. The moan that left your mouth vibrated against his, making his head spin as you ground down on his growing bulge, the heat between you two intensifying by the second.
You both moved together in a desperate, frenzied rhythm, as if the space between your bodies was too much to bear. The need for more overwhelmed both of you, pushing the tension higher, the air thick with desire.
Spencerâs hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as he let out little grunts and groans, lost in the sensation. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he threw his head back, pulling you down harder into him, his whole body shuddering as he finished with a deep, guttural groan.Â
Panting heavily, his fingers still dug into your hips, he slowly came back down from his high, his forehead resting against yours as both of you caught your breath. The heat between you still simmered, but the moment of release left both of you tingling and a little dazed, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment.
You looked down at him with a playful smirk, unable to resist teasing him just a little. "Spence... did you just come in your pants?"
Still breathing heavily, he nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Yup."
You let out a laugh, shifting slightly on his lap, causing him to groan at the sudden movement against his sensitive cock. "Oops, sorry, baby," you said with a mischievous grin, sitting back on his thighs. "I didn't realize you were so close."
Spencer leaned his head back on the couch, his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing. The angle gave you a perfect view of his sharp jawline, and you couldn't help but admire how utterly spentâand gorgeousâhe looked in that moment. "I didn't either," he admitted with a small chuckle, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"Lots of pent-up emotions, huh?" you teased, letting your finger trail lightly over the wet spot on his pants. He twitched at the sensation, quickly grabbing your wrist and gently pushing your hand away. He lifted his head, playfully glaring at you, though there was no malice in his gaze, only affection.
"Not funny," he muttered, trying to stifle a smile.
You giggled, leaning down to kiss his cheek, unable to resist teasing him one last time. "Maybe not for you... but I find it pretty adorable."
âAdorable? Last time you said it was hot,â Spencer pouted, his expression turning to one of mortification as the realization hit him. âOh my god, Iâve done this twice. Maybe I am a virgin.â
You couldnât help but laugh, your heart melting for him. Leaning in, you kissed him gently, hoping to ease his mind and distract him from his embarrassment. âItâs hot and adorable, Spence,â you whispered against his lips, your tone soft and reassuring. âAnd, trust me, very flattering.â
But Spencer still looked unsure, his brows knitting together in uncertainty. You could see his mind working, trying to make sense of it, and you knew he wasnât fully convinced just yet.
With a sultry smile, you leaned in closer, your breath warm against his ear. âDo you want to see how hot I find it? How hot I find you?â Your voice dripped with desire, and Spencerâs breath hitched, his eyes widening as he nodded dumbly, ready and willing to follow your lead.
You took his hand in yours, guiding it down the front of your sleep shorts, pressing his fingers against the undeniable evidence of your arousal. His eyes widened even more as he felt just how wet you were for him, his lips parting in a quiet gasp.
âThatâs how much I liked it,â you whispered, watching his reaction closely. Spencerâs mouth fell open, his fingers instinctively pressing deeper, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.
âOh wow, wow, you're really wet,â Spencer said in awe, his voice full of innocent surprise.
You let out a soft laugh, biting your lip as you ground down on his hand. âI know, baby. You really turn me on.â
His eyes widened even more, his mouth dropping open as he took in the full extent of your arousal. âNo, youâre soaking my hand, darling,â he murmured, the way he said that sending shivers down your spine.
A moan slipped from your lips as you instinctively ground down on his fingers, seeking more friction. âOh fuck,â Spencer breathed, his eyes dark with lust. âAre you riding my hand?â
You nodded, dazed and overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you. His fingers stayed inside, moving ever so slightly as you rocked your hips, riding him. The sensation was too much and not enough all at once, and the sound of his breathless voice only made you want more.
Spencerâs eyes flicked back and forth between your face and where his hand disappeared into your shorts, mesmerized by the sight and the sounds you were making. "I can't believe I'm making you feel this good," he whispered, more to himself than to you, the awe in his voice making you shudder in delight.
âSpence, this feels so good, my god, but⌠my knees are cramping,â you complained breathlessly, your body trembling from the sensation.
Without missing a beat, Spencer immediately pulled his hand away, giving you the space to move. You let out a soft whine at the sudden loss, and he smirked down at you. âWell, do you want to move or not?â
Rolling your eyes, you climbed off his lap and sprawled out on the couch, looking up at him expectantly. You were ready for whatever came next, your body still humming with anticipation. But Spencer did something completely unexpected.
Instead of wiping his hand off, as you had assumed he would, you watched as his gaze flickered down to the wetness covering his fingers. His brows furrowed slightly in curiosity, as if he were studying it. Before you could say anything, Spencer did the unfathomableâhe brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly sliding them past his lips.
A deep, low moan escaped him as he tasted you, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if he were savoring the taste.
âOh my god,â you whispered, absolutely floored by the sight. Your heart raced, heat rushing through your body as you watched him, your own arousal building even higher. You couldnât believe how much this innocent man was making you lose control.
âFuck,â Spencer murmured when he finally pulled his now-clean fingers from his mouth, his eyes dark with lust. âYou taste amazing.â
The look on your face must have been one of pure shock because Spencer quickly followed up with a concerned, âWas that okay?â
You didnât even hesitate. âShut up right now and kiss me,â you said, your voice urgent and breathless.
Without missing a beat, Spencer leaned down, crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was electric, fueled by the raw intensity of the moment. You could taste yourself faintly on his lips, which only made you hungrier for him. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Spencer let out a low groan as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against yours as if he couldnât get enough.
You couldnât remember the last time youâd felt this level of desire, but with Spencer, everything felt heightened, like every touch and every kiss was sending shockwaves through you.
This was the filthiest, sloppiest, most passionate kiss either of you had ever shared with anyone. The intensity was palpable, your bodies pressed together so tightly it felt as though there wasnât enough room in the world to contain the desire between you. You couldnât get enough, your hands tugging at Spencerâs hair, sliding under his shirt to scratch his back, pinching his nipples, reveling in the way he respondedâmoaning into your mouth, his own hands gripping you with a hunger that mirrored yours.
It was hard to tell how long you kissedâminutes or hours, time seemed to blurâbut eventually, Spencer pulled back, gasping for breath, his chest heaving. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the sight of your hair spread out like a halo on the couch, your chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, your eyes darkened with lust and, though neither of you had said it yet, a glimmer of what could only be described as love.
âDarling,â he panted, his voice rough and thick with need, âcan we go to your bed? I want to treat you this time.â
You didnât need to be told twice. You were up in a flash, pulling your beautiful, sweet boyfriend with you, his hand wrapped in yours as you rushed toward your bedroom. Youâd never moved so fast in your life, eager for what was to come, for the pleasure he promised.
Once in the bedroom, Spencer's hands wasted no time. He immediately tugged your shorts and underwear down, discarding them in a flash before pulling off your shirt with the same eagerness, leaving you completely bare before him. His eyes roamed over you with pure admiration, awe evident in every part of his expression.
âDid you get more beautiful?â he asked breathlessly, the sincerity of the compliment making you feel flushed.
You playfully slapped his chest, a small smile tugging at your lips. âShut up,â you teased, leaning up to kiss him as your hands found the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. But just as you reached for his pants, Spencer gently pushed you back down onto the bed.
âThis is about you, my love.â
The words hung in the air, sweet and heavy with meaning. My love. It was new, but it felt rightânatural, even. Before you could respond, Spencer pushed you onto the bed and lowered himself to your chest, his lips closing around one of your nipples. His mouth was soft, tender, at first, but then you felt his teeth sink in, sharp enough to make you gasp, a promise of the mark he was leaving behind.
Your back arched, pressing your body further into him, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as you lost yourself in the feel of himâof his mouth, his hands, his love.
Spencerâs mouth continued its exploration, alternating between your breasts and sending warm pulses of pleasure through your body. His attention to detail was incredible, every touch, every kiss feeling like a deliberate act of worship. He took his time, caressing you as though you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. The intimacy of it all overwhelmed you, a mixture of tenderness and building desire swirling inside.
When his soft kisses finally began to descend down your stomach, a light giggle escaped your lipsâit tickled, playful and gentle. But that laughter vanished the moment his lips found your inner thigh, sucking a mark into your sensitive skin. Spencerâs large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them open wide for him, his touch reverent but firm.
âSpenâSpencer,â you panted, glancing down at him. His big, beautiful brown eyes met yours, glazed with determination and lust, but also something tender. He kept his gaze locked on you as he kissed along your thigh, making your breath hitch. "Have you... done this before?"
He paused, releasing your thigh from his mouth with a small, almost playful pop. âNo,â he admitted honestly, âbut I have read plenty about the acts of cunnilingus, and I think I will be able to satisfy you. As long as you communicate with me, okay?â
The honesty in his voice, the seriousness of his intent, sent another wave of heat rushing through you. Spencer reached for one of your hands, which had been gripping the sheets so tightly. He held it gently, reassuring you, grounding you. You nodded eagerly, your breath coming out in shallow pants, giving him permission to continue.
And without further hesitation, Spencer dove back in, his kisses now dangerously close to your core. The anticipation was electrifying, and you could already tellâhe was going to be good at this. Very good.
And good he was. The second Spencer's tongue touched you, it was like fireworks exploded behind your eyes, sending electricity shooting through your veins. The intensity of it all nearly overwhelmed you, especially when you heard his voice, low and mumbled against you.Â
âEyes on me,â he said, the words vibrating against you.
You forced your eyes open and looked down, the sight nearly sending you over the edge. Spencer, his head buried between your legs, met your gaze with intense eye contact as his tongue continued to explore you. The sensation, paired with the way he moaned into you, made your whole body tremble. It was impossible to deny how much he enjoyed it, the way he tasted you straight from the source, his pleasure evident in every sound and movement.
As phenomenal as it was, you still craved more stimulation. And Spencer had asked you to communicate, so you squeezed his hand, your voice shaky. âBaby?â
He hummed into you, the vibration making you whine and twitch involuntarily. âCan you... unghhâcan you find the clit?â
Spencer chuckled softly, clearly amused but also eager to show that his knowledge wasnât just theoretical. Almost immediately, he hit the target, causing your body to jerk at the sudden burst of pleasure.
âGoâgood,â you gasped, your voice thick with need. âNow suck.â
And he did.
Spencer didn't need to be told twice. The second you asked, he focused his attention on your clit, enveloping it gently between his lips. A low moan escaped his throat, vibrating against you as he began to suck softly, testing the waters. Your body jolted at the sensation, your back arching as an involuntary gasp tore through you.
"Yes, just like that..." you whispered breathlessly, your grip tightening on his hand, the other fisting the sheets as waves of pleasure rolled through you. It was overwhelming in the best way, and Spencer wasnât just doing wellâhe was doing phenomenally. His tongue flicked and swirled as if with practiced precision, the moans he let out making everything ten times more intense.
You could feel yourself getting closer, the tension building rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Every flick of his tongue, every pull of his lips was bringing you higher, faster. It was as if he knew exactly what you needed, and the connection between you both in this moment felt almost sacred.
Your legs began to tremble, and your breathing grew more erratic. "Spence, Iâmâoh my god, I'm so close," you whimpered, your hand instinctively moving to tangle in his hair, gripping tight as the pleasure threatened to push you over the edge.
Spencer hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes still locked onto yours, unwavering, making the moment even more intense. His grip on your hand tightened as if encouraging you to let go, to surrender to the pleasure completely.
And when his tongue applied just the right amount of pressure, his lips sucking gently but firmly on your clit, that tension finally snapped. Your body convulsed, a guttural moan escaping you as the orgasm crashed over you, waves of ecstasy leaving you trembling and gasping for air.
"That's it," Spencer murmured, his voice low and raspy, sounding both proud and a little in awe as he watched you unravel under him.
Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, looking down at him with a dazed smile. He hadn't pulled away yet, still gently caressing your sensitive skin with the softest of kisses, making sure you were coming down from your high as gently as possible.
âSpencer...â you managed to breathe out, your voice a mix of disbelief and pure satisfaction. You hadnât thought it possible, but he had completely exceeded your expectations.
He grinned up at you, his mouth still glistening with evidence of your release. âI guess the reading paid off, huh?â he teased, his voice full of affection and just a hint of smugness.
You chuckled weakly, your whole body still tingling with aftershocks. "Oh, it definitely paid off..."
âEarth to Y/N,â Spencer teased, coming up beside you, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. His warm breath tickled your skin as he added with a soft laugh, âAre you alright?â
You blinked out of your daze, still recovering from the incredible experience, and turned to look at him with wide, astonished eyes. âAnytime you need a study buddy," you said, your voice filled with awe, "anytime, you call me."
Spencer chuckled, his cheeks tinged pink as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied with a wink.
After you returned to earth, Spencer gently helped you up and led you to the bathroom, drawing a warm, soothing bath. He carefully eased you both into the tub, your back resting against his chest, the comforting warmth of the water surrounding you. The intimacy of the moment was in the simplicity of itâjust the two of you, cocooned in the peaceful, quiet space.
As you both settled in, the conversation flowed naturally, a mix of everything and nothing. Spencer told you more details about his extensive schooling, sharing amusing stories about his early university days, while you, in turn, told him about how you ended up adopting Poof, your beloved cat.
At one point, Spencer furrowed his brow, realizing something. âSpeaking of, where is Poof?â he asked, looking around as if your mischievous cat might suddenly appear. âI feel like I havenât seen him in a while.â
You giggled, your hand absently stroking Spencer's leg beneath the water as you explained. âOh, heâs become the building cat," you said with affection in your voice. "The townhouses are connected by fire escapes in the back, and Poof likes to explore. He moves back and forth between the different houses. I guess youâve just been missing him.â
Spencer chuckled softly, resting his chin on your shoulder, clearly intrigued. âA little adventurer, huh? Well, hopefully, Iâll catch him in action one of these days.â
You smiled, leaning back more into him, feeling completely at ease as the two of you basked in the comfortable rhythm of your conversation and the quiet warmth of the water.
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Spencer sat stiffly in the chair across from Chief Straussâ desk, his hands folded in his lap as he waited for whatever new torment she had in store for him. He was sure his tests were clean, they always were. But he also knew Strauss had been gunning for him for years now, and this meeting was likely just another way to shake him down, to keep him on edge.
As he stared at the piles of neatly stacked papers on her desk, Strauss held up a finger, signaling for him to wait as she answered an incoming call. Spencer huffed internally, trying to push down the frustration bubbling up inside him. But when she answered the phone, something about her tone caught his attention.
"Chief Strauss," she said, her voice all business at first, but then, to Spencerâs shock, a smile broke out across her face. "Oh, hi, Red, how are you, dear?"
Spencerâs head snapped up, his eyes narrowing slightly. Red? It couldnât beâŚcould it? His mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of it. The name, the affectionate toneâit sounded eerily similar to the nickname you had mentioned your aunt called you. But that was just a coincidence, right?Â
Strauss continued her conversation, oblivious to Spencerâs sudden change in demeanor. "Yes, yes, of course. Iâll make sure it gets done. Oh, and how is little Poof doing?"
Spencer's heart stopped. Poof? No. There was no way this could be a coincidence now. His mind raced as he pieced it together. Red ⌠Poof âŚYour aunt. His eyes widened in realization, but he kept his face neutral, trying not to betray the wave of shock crashing over him.
Strauss glanced at him briefly as she continued her conversation, still smiling. Spencer's thoughts were spinning. Was your aunt Erin Strauss?
Spencer was spiraling, his mind whirling with disbelief as Chief Strauss hung up the phone, turning her attention back to him. He was trying to maintain composure, but it was like everything around him was crumbling. She had called you Red. She had mentioned Poof. It was all too much.
âSo, Reid,â Strauss began, clasping her hands on the desk in front of her. Her tone shifted back to business. âHow have you been managing? With the recovery, I mean. I understand the tests have been clean, but I want to know how youâre really doing.â
Spencerâs jaw tightened. His nerves were already shot, and now with this revelation about you weighing on him, he couldnât hold back. His voice came out sharper than he intended.
âWhy does it even matter?â Spencer snapped, glaring at her. âYouâve been waiting for me to slip up, to fail. You never believed in my recovery from the start.â
Strauss raised an eyebrow, her expression hardening. "Iâm trying to protect you, Reid, as much as Iâm trying to protect others from you."
Spencer's stomach twisted. âProtect me? From what exactly? Youâve been gunning for me ever since I admitted to my addiction. You hate me.â His voice shook, his frustration bubbling over.
Strauss took a deep breath, her face softening, but her words cut deep. "I donât hate you, Spencer. But I know what addiction can do to a person, to a family."
Spencer narrowed his eyes, his voice thick with suspicion. "Whatâs that supposed to mean?"
"My sister and her husband," Strauss said, her voice wavering slightly, "they died from drugs. Overdosed. My niece is an addict too, lost to us."
Spencer felt a chill wash over him, and his voice dropped as he asked, "Y/Nâs parents?"
Strauss swallowed thickly, nodding, her eyes momentarily flicking away from his. "Yes. And do you think Iâm going to stand by and watch her get hurt again? Watch another person she cares about spiral into that life?" Her gaze locked back onto Spencerâs, now filled with a fierce determination. "No, Spencer. Iâm not going to let you ruin her life like her father did."
The words hit Spencer like a physical blow, leaving him breathless. His heart raced, anger and guilt twisting together painfully in his chest. This threatâStraussâs belief that he was a danger to you, that his history with addiction made him a riskâwas like a punch to the gut.
"Iâm not him," Spencer whispered, his voice barely audible. His hands clenched into fists on his lap. "Iâm not going to hurt her."
Straussâs gaze softened slightly, but her tone remained firm. "I hope youâre right, Reid. But I canât afford to take chances when it comes to her. Not after everything sheâs been through. So, yes, the drug tests stay. And if I see one misstep, I wonât hesitate to remove you from this team, or from her life."
Spencer felt his anger boil over, his fists clenched as he leaned forward in the chair. âYou canât stop me from seeing her, weâre both adults. You have no right to interfere.â
Strauss leaned back in her chair, calm in the face of his anger. Her voice was low, but it cut through the room with precision. âDoes she know about your addiction, Spencer?â
The question hung in the air like a ticking time bomb, and Spencer froze. His face told her everything she needed to knowâhe hadnât told you.Â
Straussâs lips curled slightly, not in triumph but in grim acknowledgment. âThen you better not mess up,â she said, her voice cold and menacing.
Spencer stood up abruptly, the air feeling suffocating in her office. He was furiousânot just with Strauss, but with himself. He knew heâd been holding something back from you, just as you had from him. He hadnât told you about his past, hadnât opened up about his addiction, the demons he fought to keep buried. And now he was in this twisted position, where your aunt knew more about him than you did.
It wasnât fair. None of this was fair.
He stormed out of Straussâs office, his heart racing, feeling cornered in a way he hadnât felt in a long time. He was upset that you hadnât told him who your aunt was, hadnât trusted him with that part of your life. But deep down, he knew he was no better. He had held back tooâout of fear, out of shame.
As he left the building and stepped out into the cold air, Spencerâs mind whirled. He had to talk to you. He had to come clean before everything unraveled. You both deserved the truth.
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You knocked on Spencerâs door that evening, a bottle of wine tucked under your arm and a loaf of fresh French bread in your hand. Youâd spent the afternoon preparing his favorite pasta dish, hoping for a quiet, cozy night together after the busy week you both had. When Spencer opened the door, you gave him a warm smile.
âHey, baby,â you greeted, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.Â
But the look on Spencerâs face made your heart drop. His eyes were dark, his expression serious. The atmosphere was heavy, and you could tell immediately that something was wrong.Â
âWhen were you going to tell me that Strauss is your aunt?â he asked, his voice steady but laced with frustration.Â
You froze, the smile fading from your face. âWhat?â
âI found out today,â Spencer continued, stepping aside to let you in but not looking at you. âFrom her, actually. I thought... I thought we were being honest with each other.â
You sighed, setting down the wine and bread on his kitchen counter, turning to face him. âSpence, I was going to tell you. I just⌠I got scared.â
âScared of what?â His eyes searched yours, looking for an explanation that could make this better, that could ease the confusion and frustration swirling in his mind.
You ran a hand through your hair, fidgeting slightly. âScared because you work for her. I didnât want things to get complicated or messy between you two. I didnât want you to think I was keeping it from you on purpose.â
Spencerâs face softened slightly as he processed your words, but he still didnât seem fully convinced. âWhy wouldnât you just tell me, though? I wouldnât have cared about who your aunt is, I care about you.â
You took a deep breath, stepping closer to him, reaching for his hands. âI know, Spencer. I know. I just⌠I didnât want things to get weird at work for you. And honestly, I didnât know how to bring it up. Iâve been afraid of how it might change things, I didnât want to add more stress.â
Spencerâs shoulders relaxed a little as he listened to your explanation. He squeezed your hands, a silent gesture of understanding. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the hesitation that wasnât born out of deceit but out of fear of complicating things for both of you.Â
âI get it,â Spencer said softly after a moment. âI just⌠I donât want us to keep things from each other. Itâs important to me that weâre open.â
You nodded, squeezing his hands back. âI promise. No more secrets.â
Spencer smiled slightly, his frustration easing. He let out a deep breath, feeling the tension leave his body. For a moment, he considered telling you about his pastâabout the addiction, the drug tests, everything that Strauss had thrown at him earlier. But when he looked into your eyes, remembering the way you spoke about your family, the raw pain in your voice, he couldnât bring himself to do it. Not yet. He didnât want to burden you with it, not when things were finally starting to feel right between you.
âLetâs just... enjoy dinner,â Spencer finally said, a small smile playing on his lips as he pulled you closer into a hug. âIâm sorry for bringing it up like that. I shouldâve waited.â
You sighed in relief, burying your face in his chest. âNo, Iâm glad you did. I donât want to keep anything from you either.â
You both held each other for a moment longer, letting the tension fade as the warmth of your embrace brought back a sense of normalcy. Spencer kissed the top of your head before stepping back and heading into the kitchen, ready to move forward, even if some things were still left unsaidâfor now.
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Just a few weeks later, Spencer finally had a full weekend off, he decided it was the perfect opportunity for a little getaway. He packed up everythingâyourself, Poof, and plenty of suppliesâand whisked you away to a cozy Airbnb nestled by the lake.Â
You could hardly contain your excitement, bubbling over at the thought of spending uninterrupted time with your two favorite guys. Spencer had asked you to drive while he took charge of navigation, and the car ride was nothing short of a delight.Â
âTurn left here, darling,â Spencer instructed with an air of confidence.
"Are you sure itâs not right?" you teased, feigning confusion as you gripped the wheel.
Spencer let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head with mock exasperation. âIâm positive. I do have an eidetic memory, you know.â
âWell, if we get lost, Iâm holding that memory of yours accountable!â you shot back playfully, a smile spreading across both your faces.
When you finally pulled up to the lake house, you couldn't help but gasp. It was picturesqueâa beautiful, quaint cabin surrounded by towering trees, with the glistening lake stretching out in the background.Â
The look of pride on Spencerâs face at your reaction made your heart swell. You were completely and utterly in love. As you stood there, taking in the stunning view and the sheer thoughtfulness of his planning, you felt like this weekend was the right moment to finally tell him how you truly felt.
That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Spencer moved seamlessly through the cozy kitchen, putting together the perfect comfort meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Poof danced happily around your feet, always at the ready for any fallen scraps. The two of you playfully bumped hips, stole soup-covered kisses, and teased each other in the warm glow of the cabinâs lights.
After dinner, which was full of laughter and mock arguments over who could make the better grilled cheese, you cleared the table together, setting up a chessboard for a battle of wits. You knew Spencer was a prodigy, but still, you had hope. The first few rounds were... well, an obvious defeat. But then, to your surprise, you managed to win. Once. Twice. And then three times in a row! What you didnât know was that Spencer was letting you win, his resolve crumbling at the sight of your frustrated pout. Heâd pretend to mull over a move for far longer than needed, before âaccidentallyâ making a poor choice that would lead to your victory.
Eventually, youâd had enough of the mental sparring, and Spencerâs kisses grew softer and deeper. Together, you moved outside to the wooden deck, wrapped up under a blanket, the stars reflecting in the lakeâs glassy surface. The night air was crisp and fresh, a gentle breeze brushing your cheeks as you cuddled closer.Â
Spencer pointed upward, tracing his finger along the sky, excitedly talking about constellations, their names, and the myths behind them. But you werenât looking at the starsâyour eyes were on him, captivated by the way his face glowed in the moonlight, his passion lighting up every word he spoke.
Without thinking, feeling overwhelmed by the moment and the deep love that filled your chest, you whispered, âI love you.â
The words felt like they hung in the air, sparkling and true under the canopy of stars.
Spencerâs face lit up as he tilted down toward you, and in that moment, it seemed as if the stars had all come to rest in his eyes, twinkling brightly with wonder and adoration. His voice was soft but filled with an almost childlike excitement, the kind reserved for a Christmas morning surprise, âReally?â
âReally,â you assured him, voice steady, your gaze never wavering from his, allowing the truth of your feelings to shine through.Â
He swallowed, searching your eyes as if trying to imprint every detail of this moment into his mind. âYou love me?â he asked again, needing the confirmation, the words sounding so surreal to him.
âI love you, Spencer Walter Reid,â you declared, each word measured and intentional, and you watched as joy transformed his features, his eyes closing briefly in overwhelming happiness.
The next thing you felt was Spencerâs lips on yours, pressing gently at first, the kiss filled with all the tenderness and unspoken words youâd both kept hidden until now. It was sweet, slow, and beautiful, and you could feel Spencer trembling slightly, as if holding back everything he wanted to say with his lips alone. He pulled back just a breath, letting his forehead rest on yours as he whispered with a trembling smile, âI love you too.â
And then he dove back in for moreâkisses deeper, breaths heavier. Your hands tangled in his hair, his fingers tracing the contours of your back, pressing you closer until there was no space left between you. What started as slow and sweet quickly turned heated, and Spencerâs kisses grew hungrier, his tongue tasting every part of your mouth, his hands wandering further down.
It was only when you felt the cool night air on your exposed skin that you giggled and gently pulled back, breathing heavily against his lips. âWeâre outside, baby,â you murmured, your voice a mix of breathlessness and warning.
Spencer hummed, the sound vibrating through his chest, and with a playful smirk, he pulled you to your feet, not letting your lips part from his. âThen weâd better get inside,â he said, his voice low and urgent, the promise of more lingering in the air as he led you toward the warmth of the cabin, hands intertwined, the night just beginning.
As you were guided along by Spencer's eager hand, your laughter filled the small cabin, echoing off the wooden beams of the cozy bedroom. The room itself was warm, glowing with the soft hues of amber light from the fireplace, its crackling flames adding to the perfect atmosphere. The bed looked irresistibly inviting, its blankets perfectly rumpled in a way that made you want to dive right in. But what really made the room perfect was Spencerâhis face lighting up in a way youâd rarely seen before, his exaggerated wink playful and filled with the purest joy.Â
When Spencer sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his arms out for you, you wasted no time stepping into his embrace, your body molding perfectly into the space between his legs as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning into the warmth of him. He buried his face in your chest, his voice muffled but filled with emotion as he mumbled, âI love you so much.â
You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head as you teased softly, âI love you more.â
Spencer shook his head immediately, hair brushing your chin and sending little shivers down your spine. âNot possible,â he declared, his voice firm, like he was making a statement that was undeniable.
âOh, I donât know, baby,â you taunted lightly, trying to stifle the grin that was spreading across your face. But Spencer pulled back, his eyes locking with yours in a way that made you feel like the only person in the world.Â
A look of challenge danced across his features, his brows lifting as he quirked a smirk at you. âYou donât believe me?â he asked, voice deepening with a teasing edge.
You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing, a playful glint in your eyes. And in a flash, Spencerâs face morphed into one of mischievous determination. âOh, you littleââ he began, his voice dripping with affectionate frustration as he quickly flipped your positions, pushing you back onto the bed and towering over you.
âSpencer!â you squealed in laughter, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him as he tossed his shirt aside without a second thought, revealing his smooth chest. He leaned over you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head, and his face was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your lips.
âShh,â he whispered with a smirk, âI have to show you how much I love you.â And with those words, you knew that every second of this weekend together would be filled with a love so fierce, so genuine, that it was going to be impossible not to fall for him all over again.
Spencer's mouth moved eagerly down your neck, his lips trailing soft, warm kisses that made your skin tingle in their wake. He nipped at your earlobe, tugging it gently between his teeth, and the sensation drew a light, breathy moan from you, your back arching ever so slightly into him. The sound seemed to spur him on, and he continued his descent, pausing to suck gently on your pulse point as his hands explored your sides, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your waist.
When his hands found the hem of your top, he slowly pushed it upward, his palms grazing your ribs, sending shivers through you. You let out a sigh, already feeling yourself melt under his touch, and obediently raised your arms so he could remove the fabric entirely, leaving you bare from the waist up. Spencer's eyes darkened with desire, and you could see the way his lips parted slightly as he took you in, your form illuminated by the soft glow of the room.
âNo bra?â he asked, a teasing edge to his voice, though his gaze was nothing short of reverent as it roved over your body. One brow quirked up in curiosity, his lips twitching in a smirk.
You laughed, a breathy, contented sound, shrugging as you met his gaze. âIâm on vacation.â
Spencer's smirk widened, and he nosed his way down between your breasts, inhaling deeply as if savoring your scent. His lips brushed against your skin in a whisper of a kiss. âI knew it was a good idea bringing you here,â he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with want and affection.Â
And as he continued his exploration of your body with his mouth and hands, you were filled with warmth and a sense of belonging, knowing that this was exactly where you were meant to beâwith him.
The sensation of Spencerâs mouth on your skin sent sparks throughout your body, your breath hitching as his lips closed around your nipple, sucking gently. You arched your back instinctively, pressing yourself closer to his mouth, wanting more, needing more. He hummed contentedly, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure right through you.Â
His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, switching between flicking and gentle sucking that had you gripping the sheets beneath you, your fingers twisting into the soft fabric as your eyes fluttered shut. Every movement was slow, deliberate, and filled with devotion, as if he was determined to savor every second of your pleasure.Â
As he worshiped your breast, his free hand trailed down your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, fingers feather-light against your skin. You could feel the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of your shorts, and when his fingers brushed the waistband, your hips bucked upward, desperate for more contact.Â
Spencerâs lips left your breast with a soft pop, his breath warm and ragged as he whispered against your skin, âYou taste so good... I could do this forever.â
His words, filled with awe and passion, made you moan in response, threading your fingers through his hair and holding him close to you. And you didn't want him to stop; you wanted every touch, every kiss, every second of his attention to be on you, completely and utterly lost in the moment together.
Spencerâs lips found yours again, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if he was trying to pour all the love he felt into every brush and caress. You sighed into his mouth, your own hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. And then, as if reading your mind, you felt his hand venture downward, fingers slipping under the waistband of your bottoms, and you gasped at the intimate touch, the sensation so electric it made your toes curl.
âFuck,â Spencer breathed against your lips, his voice heavy with awe and desire. âYouâre so wet.â
The sound of his voice saying those words sent a shiver straight through your core, and you whined softly, squirming under his touch, desperate for more. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking his fingers, trying to guide him where you needed him most. âSpence, baby,â you whined again, your voice breathy and pleading as you pressed kisses to his jaw, âplease...â
His eyes met yours, dark and full of hunger, and he gave you a little smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. âTell me what you need, darling,â he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours as his fingers teased just outside your lips, keeping you on the edge of wanting. âLet me hear you say it.â
Your breath hitched, his teasing making you ache with longing. âI need you, Spence,â you whispered, voice trembling. âI need you to touch me, please.âÂ
He hummed approvingly against your mouth, giving you a tender kiss before letting his fingers dip down, finally giving you what you so desperately craved. His touch was slow, deliberate, but his eyes never left yours, wanting to see every reaction as his fingers entered you.
You had anticipated the gentle, lingering touches from the last time, but Spencer had other plans. The tenderness was gone in an instant, replaced by an urgent, almost primal need to make you fall apart in his hands. The pace he set was relentlessâhis fingers moved in and out of you hard and fast, pushing deeper each time, and the sensation of his palm rubbing against you with every thrust was electrifying.
âSpencerâoh god!â you cried out, gripping the sheets beneath you in a white-knuckled grasp. He wasnât just touching youâhe was consuming you, each movement of his hand pulling you closer and closer to the edge, a chaotic frenzy that left you breathless. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you trembling beneath him.
His lips crashed against yours in a hungry kiss, all tongue and teeth, as he groaned into your mouth. âI love watching you like this,â he whispered against your lips before sucking on your lower one, his voice a low, heady drawl. âFalling apart on my fingers...â
The overwhelming sensation of Spencerâs fingers moving within you, the roughness of his palm pressing against you just right with every thrust, made you see stars. Your back arched off the bed, desperate for more, nails digging into his back, dragging red lines down his skin. You could barely speak, your words spilling out in choked, breathless cries. âSpencerâfuckââ
He leaned down, his mouth right at your ear, his breath hot as he spoke, voice dripping with husky intensity. âDoes that feel good, baby?â
You nodded fervently, unable to form coherent words as you surrendered to the relentless pleasure. âUh huh,â you managed to pant out, a whimper escaping your lips as your hips bucked wildly to meet the rhythm of his hand.Â
His grin was wicked as he watched you unravel beneath him, knowing exactly how his touch was driving you to the edge. His fingers never faltered, pushing deeper and faster, and the friction of his palm rubbing against your sensitive skin was enough to make you tremble. âI can feel you tightening up around me,â he murmured, voice low and dripping with lust. âAre you gonna come for me, love?â
You let out a desperate, needy moan, the pressure building to an unbearable peak, and all you could do was nod frantically, your eyes squeezing shut as the coil inside you tightened, ready to snap. âYes, yes, IâmâI'm so closeââ
You felt dizzy with the rush of it all, the world around you spinning as he drove you further toward that cliff of pure, euphoric release. You weren't sure how long you could hold out; your body felt on fire, the pleasure bordering on overwhelming. Each breath was a gasp, each moan louder than the last, and all you could think about was how badly you needed to fall over that edge. âSpenceâIâm gonnaâI canâtââ
âThatâs it,â he encouraged, his voice rough and laced with raw desire. âLet go, Y/N. Come for me, right now.â His pace quickened even further, and you knew you wouldnât last a second longer. And you didnât, completely unraveling at his words, your body arching up into his as waves of pleasure surged through you. Your moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained, and he never stopped, his fingers working you through the intensity of your release.
You trembled beneath him, your legs shaking as the last waves of your orgasm washed over you. Spencer looked at you, eyes filled with pride and wonder, like heâd never seen anything more beautiful than you coming undone because of him.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, gently caressing your trembling thighs as you caught your breath. He brought his fingers to his mouth, his eyes locked on yours as he cleaned them off with his tongue, tasting you again. The sight sent a renewed thrill through you, and all you could do was reach up and pull him down for a hungry kiss, needing to feel him against you, to taste yourself on his lips.
âThought you couldnât finish like that?â Spencer teased, his voice low and playful, recalling the first time he'd touched you like this.
You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head in pure bliss. âI didnât think I could,â you admitted with a grin. Then, in a teasing tone, you added, âHave you been practicing? Should I be worried?â
Spencerâs cheeks flushed a deep pink, and he quickly looked away, suddenly bashful. âN-nope. I justâuh, did some... research.â
You raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back another laugh as you saw the shyness in his eyes. âResearch, huh?â you asked, leaning in closer. âWhat kind of research, Doctor? Did you... watch porn?â
Spencerâs blush deepened, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. âMaybe... a little,â he admitted in a soft mumble. âBut only toâto learn, for you,â he added quickly, his eyes meeting yours with genuine sincerity.
You couldn't help but laugh softly, a warm, affectionate sound as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair. âOh, my sweet genius,â you teased gently, cupping his face and turning him back to look at you. âYou did all that research just for me? Thatâs so... adorable.â
His eyes finally met yours, a mixture of pride and lingering shyness in his expression. âIt worked, then?â he asked cautiously, almost as if he needed reassurance.
âOh, it definitely worked,â you replied, grinning widely before leaning in to kiss him sweetly. âAnd for the record,â you murmured against his lips, âif you want to keep up the research, Iâm all for it.â
Spencer chuckled softly, his earlier nerves melting away as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. âIn that case,â he said, a playful gleam in his eye, âI have a few more things I could show you.â
âOh yeah?â you teased back, raising an eyebrow and grinning. âWhatcha got for me, big boy?â
The nickname made him blush a deep pink, but he just rolled his eyes in that familiar, affectionate way before letting his hands roam down to your hips. With gentle care, he slipped off your bottoms, leaving you bare before him. You stayed silent, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation flood through you as Spencer stood and began to remove the rest of his clothes.
The moment his pants came off, you couldnât help the gasp that escaped your lips, your eyes widening at the sight before you. âSpence?â you breathed out, your voice filled with both surprise and desire.
He grinned sheepishly, clearly trying to play it cool, but you could see the boyish excitement behind his eyes. Then, as if remembering something important, he reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a small foil packet, holding it up with a charming smile and revealing a condom.
âI thought... Iâm ready,â he said, his voice steady but filled with tenderness.
Your smile softened at his words, and you felt your heart swell with warmth and affection. âYeah?â you replied sweetly, opening your arms to him. âIâm ready too.â
Spencer crawled back onto the bed, moving into your embrace, his body fitting perfectly against yours. His breath was warm against your skin as he leaned in closer, and with so much love in his voice, he whispered, âI want you to be my first.â
Your hand caressed his cheek, your thumb gently brushing against his soft skin. âHopefully your last too,â you whispered back, sealing your words with a deep, passionate kiss, your bodies melting together under the glow of the soft lamplight.
âDo you need help putting the condom on, baby?â you asked, your voice sweet and full of kindness.
Spencer's cheeks flushed a light pink as he shook his head. âI, uh, I might have practiced,â he admitted sheepishly.
You couldnât help but giggle, your heart swelling with even more affection. âHow is it possible to keep loving you more and more every second?â you asked, the sincerity clear in your voice.
Spencer chuckled, leaning in to kiss you deeply, letting his lips linger against yours for a moment before he pulled back. He focused intently on rolling the condom on, and you found the way he bit his tongue in concentration absolutely endearing. It was a small detail, but it only made you fall deeper for him.Â
When he finished, he looked back up at you, his eyes filled with that gentle, earnest love youâd come to know so well. âHow do you want me?â you asked softly, wanting to make this perfect for him, for both of you.
Spencerâs gaze softened even more, and his hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. âJust like this,â he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth. âI want to see you, all of you.â
You gave him a reassuring smile, opening your legs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, your bodies close and your hearts even closer.
As Spencerâs tip teased through your slick folds, you couldn't help but let out a high, keening sound, the sensation electrifying. Spencerâs own response was a low groan, the vibration of his voice adding to the intensity between you.Â
His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to keep control, feeling how ready you were for him. âIâm... probably not going to last long,â he admitted, his voice laced with nervousness and excitement.
You reached up to cup his cheek, pulling his gaze to yours, offering the softest smile. âI donât care, Spence,â you said, your voice steady and full of love. âI just want to be with you.â
Spencerâs eyes softened even more, and he nodded, more to himself than to you, as if to reassure his own nerves. Slowly, carefully, he lined himself up, and with a gentle, deep breath, he began to push in.Â
The feeling was overwhelming for both of you â he was entranced by the heat and tightness enveloping him, and you were spellbound by the fullness of having him inside you for the first time. You both let out soft gasps, your hands finding his as you squeezed tightly, tethering each other through the rush of emotion and sensation.Â
He paused for a moment, buried to the hilt, his forehead resting against yours as you both breathed together, as one. âYou feel⌠unbelievable,â he whispered, his voice full of wonder, as if he couldn't believe this was really happening.
âFuck, baby, Iâve never been this full,â you moaned, your voice thick with pleasure and awe at the way he stretched and filled you so perfectly.Â
âShit, Y/N,â Spencer groaned, his hips already making shallow, instinctual thrusts as he tried to hold himself back. âYou canât say thatââ he panted, feeling your words shoot straight through him. âThis will be over way too fast.â He looked down at you, the flush of his cheeks meeting the pink of his lips, and the way his face was contorted in bliss made you tighten around him. You couldnât help it. The way he was falling apart so easily was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.Â
âFuck!â he shouted, his control slipping as he pounded a fist into the pillow beside your head, burying his face against your neck for a moment. âCan Iâcan I move?â His breath was ragged and desperate. âI need to move. Please.â
You nodded frantically, needing him just as much, your hands sliding down his back to grip his hips, urging him to let go. âFuck me, Spence,â you whispered right against his ear, your voice soft yet commanding. And that was all the permission he needed.Â
He started moving, pulling out just enough to feel the drag of your walls before thrusting back in, his rhythm quick and needy. He was lost in the feeling of you, and each movement sent waves of pleasure through both of you, driving him closer to the edge with every stroke.
Spencerâs hips moved steadily, finding a rhythm that left both of you breathless. He surprised himself, really, the way his body instinctively knew how to take care of you, how to give you everything he could in each thrust. The intensity between you built, hot and fast, with every roll of his hips, with every gasp and moan that filled the small, cozy room.
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, anchoring him to you like you never wanted to let go. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his forehead against yours as the pleasure built between you, the closeness of your bodies only deepening the connection you felt. âI love you,â you whispered right into his ear, your voice trembling as you said the words that were so true and so filled with emotion it made your eyes sting with happy tears.
Spencerâs eyes fluttered shut at your words, his breath hitching before he responded, âI love you too, darling.â And then he kissed youâdeeply, passionately, like you were his entire world and nothing else mattered. His lips moved with urgency, soft and fervent, as his pace quickened, thrusting deeper and more desperate, as if he was pouring everything he felt into you, wanting you to feel every bit of his love with each motion. The world outside seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, wrapped in love and warmth and the sweetest kind of bliss.
Spencer's mind was racing, but finally, his instincts kicked in, sending him a signalâan idea of exactly what you needed. He wanted to make sure that you felt everything, that he was giving you all the pleasure he could. With a slight adjustment, he pulled back just enough to slide a hand down to where the two of you met, his fingers deftly finding your clit and rubbing in quick, steady circles.
âOh!â you cried out, your whole body jolting with the sudden burst of pleasure. Your back arched high off the bed, presenting your chest to Spencer like a gift he was eager to receive. Without a momentâs hesitation, his mouth found your breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking, the combination of sensations sending sparks down to your very core.
The feeling was overwhelmingâSpencerâs hips driving into you in a rhythm that felt just right, his fingers working you to the brink, and his mouth hot and wet on your sensitive skin. Your moans filled the room, your fingers burying themselves in his hair, pulling him closer as your entire body trembled, the edge of release so close you could almost taste it.
âOh my godâoh, god!â you screamed, your voice breaking as the pleasure built to its peak. âFuck, Iâm gonna come!â And then it hitâyour core clenched around Spencer with such intensity that he nearly lost his rhythm, almost slipping out of you as your body reached its climax.Â
And if Spencer thought you felt amazing before, now? Now, with your release, everything felt heightened, your walls fluttering around him, tightening and then loosening in waves that left him gasping. The slickness of your arousal made every thrust so much easier, so much more electric, that it sent shockwaves through his entire body. It wasnât long before the overwhelming sensation tipped him over the edge, and his pace grew erratic, desperate, until he reached his own peak.
âOh, fuck,â he panted, his voice strained with pleasure as he thrust one last time, burying himself as deeply as he could. âShit, baby, fuck, IâIâm coming,â he stuttered, his eyes squeezing shut as he let go, every muscle in his body tensing before his release washed over him in shuddering waves.
His head fell to the crook of your neck as he finished, holding you close, both of you breathless and trembling in the aftershocks, your bodies slick with sweat and blissed out from the intensity of it all. Spencer stayed there, still buried inside of you, both of you just holding each other in the soft glow of the room, relishing the warmth, the closeness, the love.
The rest of the weekend passed in a blissful haze, wrapped in kisses, long cuddles, and moments of intimacy that made you feel closer than ever. Spencer shared his own stories, some quirky, some heartfelt, while you let him into corners of your past that had remained sealed for years.
One evening, as you were snuggled into his chest, the comforting scent of him surrounding you, you whispered something that had been tugging at the edges of your mind all weekend. âAunt Erin started the nickname RedâŚâ you murmured, your voice soft against the rise and fall of Spencerâs breathing. He said nothing but tightened his arms around you, letting you know he was listening.Â
âBut Mom and Dad called me Red too,â you continued, voice cracking slightly at the memories. âFor Mom, it was a term of endearment, something she shared with her sister. It felt special... warm.â You paused, taking in a deep breath. âBut for Dad⌠it was manipulative. He used it like some sort of charm, thinking if he called me by a special name, Iâd forget everythingâthe pain, the angerâand welcome him back with open arms.â You swallowed, feeling the lump in your throat. âAnd then my sister... she started using it too. Only when she needed somethingâmoney, a place to crash. For a long time, it was tainted for me, a reminder of everything I wanted to forget.â
Spencerâs thumb stroked soothingly over your arm as you spoke, his quiet presence grounding you. âBut you⌠you revived it for me,â you said finally, looking up into his warm, understanding eyes. âWhen you call me Red, it feels like it means something good again.âÂ
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he whispered, âIâll always make sure it means something good. I promise.âÂ
You let out a shaky breath, a mix of relief and contentment washing over you. In that little lakeside haven, all that existed was the two of you and the love you sharedâeverything else just melted away.
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The trip was exactly what both of you needed. A chance to unwind, to just be together without the pressures of everyday life. When you returned the next day, Spencer was quick to ask if you could drop Poof off at your place and then come back to his apartment. He claimed it was just in case he got called away for a case in the middle of the night and needed to be near his things. But you knew betterâit was really because he loved the way his sheets smelled like you when you were gone.
You didnât argue, though. After all, the feeling was mutual, and you cherished any excuse to be wrapped up in Spencerâs space. So you made the trip back home, feeding Poof, and then promptly returned to his place to settle in for a relaxed night. The morning came too quickly, and he left for work with a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead and a spare key taped to the fridge with a note: âFor whenever you need it. âS.â
Later, after you finally pulled yourself from the cozy bed and began to get ready for your day, you found yourself wandering around Spencerâs apartment, making coffee and searching for your favorite sweatshirt of hisâthe one that was ridiculously oversized, the one you loved to wrap yourself up in. Usually, it was draped over the back of the couch or hanging near the door, but today it was nowhere to be seen.
Thinking it might have just ended up back in his closet, you made your way there, rummaging through his neatly hung clothes. And there it was, folded on a shelf like it had been waiting for you. You reached for the familiar fabric, feeling the comforting softness in your hands, but as you moved it, something else caught your eyeâa small box tucked away behind the stack of sweaters.
Your stomach twisted into knots when you read the label: Dilaudid
No. No, no, no. You felt your blood run cold, and for a moment, you were on autopilot. Hands trembling, you reached for the box and placed it on the bed, the world around you narrowing to just that single object. When you opened the lid, a flurry of papers greeted youâhospital discharge summaries, case files, rehab forms, and NA slipsâall bearing Spencerâs name. Each one a piece of a puzzle you didnât know existed, each one revealing a part of Spencer you had never seen before.
Your breathing grew shallow as you flipped through them, the weight of their contents heavy in your hands, in your heart. You knew what all of this meant; you'd lived through the nightmare of addiction with your own family. And then, as if that wasnât enough to send your world spiraling, you found itâan unopened needle and a vial of Dilaudid. Enough to kill someone, enough to hurt, enough to drag someone back into the darkness you'd spent your whole life trying to escape.
Your world felt like it had tilted on its axis, everything you knew and trusted suddenly thrown into question. One thing you knew for certainâyou couldnât spend another second in Spencerâs apartment. You needed space to think, and every second you stayed in the apartment, surrounded by the echoes of this newfound reality, the more suffocating it felt.Â
Quickly, you collected your thingsâyour bag, your phone, absolutely not the sweatshirt that now felt so wrong to holdâand with a trembling hand, you grabbed the key Spencer had left on the fridge. As you locked the door behind you, a cold finality settled in, but then you just stood there, staring at the little gold key in your hand, paralyzed by indecision.
Do I leave it? Take it? Do I even want to come back here? Could there possibly be a good reason for why Spencer had kept this from me, for why he had hidden this massive part of himself? Your thoughts spiraled, but you couldnât find a single strand to cling to.
Finally, shaking your head, you made your decision. You slid the key under the door, hearing the tiny scrape of metal on wood as it disappeared into the apartment you had thought was your safe place. And then you ran, down the stairs, through the lobby, to your car. You didnât let yourself feel anything until you were back in your own home, the door shutting behind you like the closing of a chapter you didnât know if you could reopen.
Sliding down to the floor, you hugged your knees to your chest and sobbed. All the memories came rushing backâthe nights of worry, the fear of losing someone to the relentless pull of addiction, the feeling of not knowing what each day would bring. Even if Spencer wasnât using now, even if this was something from his past, it didnât stop the memories of your family from crashing over you like a tidal wave, dragging you under.
Poof, sensing your distress, padded over to you and rubbed his warm body against you, a small comfort in the chaos. He curled up in your lap, purring as you wrapped an arm around him, trying to steady your ragged breathing.
After what felt like hours, when the tears had finally slowed to silent streams, you wanted to call Aunt Erin, to demand answers, to understand. But the thought of telling her how you found outâof potentially risking Spencerâs job and livelihoodâmade you hesitate. And so you stayed there, on the floor of your apartment, crying softly as Poof purred in your lap, the comforting vibration of his presence the only thing grounding you in that moment.
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Spencer had been looking forward to this moment all dayâthe idea of coming home to you, imagining what it would be like to share a space, to fall into that soft domesticity he craved so much. He fumbled with his keys, finally getting the door open, and stepped inside. âY/N?â he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the empty apartment. No response. Maybe you were napping? âDarling?â he tried again, a little louder this time, hoping to hear your sweet voice drift in from another room.
The silence felt heavy, like something was wrong, but Spencer tried not to jump to conclusions. He wandered to the bedroom to change, figuring he could call you and ask if you were just out running an errand. But when he walked in, he immediately saw itâthe box. It sat wide open on the bed, papers scattered as if someone had frantically sifted through it.Â
All the air seemed to leave the room in that moment. Spencerâs heart pounded in his chest, each beat heavy and frantic, echoing in his ears as if the walls themselves were closing in. He rushed to the bed, hands shaking as he tried to close the box, to somehow undo what had been done. But it was too late. You had found it. You knew.
Fumbling for his phone, he tried calling you, hand slick with sweat as he pressed your contact and held it to his ear. The line rang, and rang, and rang until your voicemail picked up. âHey, itâs Y/N, leave a message andââ Beep.Â
He tried again, then again, desperation mounting with each missed call. âY/N, please call me back. Justâjust call me back, okay?â Each voice message grew more frantic, more pleading as he left you one after another, interspersed with shaky, jumbled texts trying to explain, trying to beg for a chance to talk.
Eventually, when it was clear you werenât going to answer, Spencer felt his heart sink to depths he hadnât known existed. You had shut him out. He was drowning in his own panic, guilt clawing at his insides like a living thing, and he felt like he had nowhere to goâno way to reach you, no way to make this right.
Swallowing thickly, and feeling like his pride was an irrelevant casualty in the wake of losing you, he called the only person who might know how to get through to you. âAgent Reid?â Strauss's voice was clipped, professional, and instantly cold.Â
He tried to speak, but his voice cracked on the first word. âStrauss, itâsâit's Y/N, she found... everything. It was an accident. Please, justâcan you check on her? I don't know where she is, Iââ His voice broke, desperation clawing through the line.
Strauss let out a long, slow sigh. âYouâre a moron,â she said simply, and then the line went dead. No reassurance. No promise to help. And that silence was the worst of all.
That night, Spencer barely moved from his spot on the bed. He sat, still fully dressed in his work clothes, the fabric wrinkling under the weight of his exhaustion as he curled around his phone, holding onto it like a lifeline. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot from the tears that he couldnât stop, the grief for what he feared heâd lost seeping into every pore.Â
The box still sat on the bed, its presence an accusation. A reminder of everything he had hidden, everything he might now lose. And in that moment, it felt like the walls of his apartment were closing in, trapping him in the silence of his own regret.
The morning light brought no solace to Spencer as he dragged himself out of bed, the weight of the previous day hanging over him like a storm cloud. His eyes were gritty and raw from the lack of sleep, his mouth dry as he went through the motions of getting ready for work, each step automatic. Splash water on the face. Brush teeth. Dress. His phone sat on the counter, silentâno new messages from you. Just the one from Strauss.
My office, first thing.
The words filled him with dread, and as he walked into the office, each step felt like he was dragging lead weights tied to his feet. When he reached Straussâs office, she was already seated behind her desk, her expression a vicious, unreadable mask. He took the chair across from her, his back stiff as he prepared for the worst.Â
âI spoke with Y/N,â Strauss said, her voice clipped, cutting like ice. Even just hearing your name was a punch to the gut. He winced, bracing himself. He had to knowâwhatever the truth was, he had to hear it. âAnd?â he managed to ask, the word barely a whisper, as if speaking louder would make it all too real.
Straussâs gaze was sharp, unforgiving. âIâm not speaking as your unit chief when I say thisâyou fucked up, Spencer.â
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Spencerâs worst fear was crashing down around him. He could already feel the numbness setting in, dulling the pain, shutting down every emotion except the guilt that gnawed at his insides like acid. âShe doesnât want to see you,â Strauss continued, and though the words were steady and cold, each one landed like a bullet.Â
He nodded, his throat too tight to speak. There was nothing else to say, nothing to do but stand and leave, holding on to the last shred of composure he had left. Every step out of Straussâs office was heavier than the last, each stride echoing in his ears as he made his way to his desk. He threw himself into his work with ferocity, desperate for a distraction, any distraction, to fill the void.
Meanwhile, miles away, you sat staring blankly at your laptop screen, trying to focus on the lines of code that blurred in front of you. But your mind was tangled in a mess of thoughts and questions, none of which had answers. What was he going to do with that dose? Is he still using? Was he going to use it all at once? Was he going to use it on me, like Dad did to Mom?
You hated how the questions came unbidden, every fear of your past dragging itself to the surface like an unrelenting tide. You couldnât help but remember the night you found your parentsâyour father, using drugs to take your mother away. The thought that Spencer could be carrying anything like that darkness, even the slightest potential for harm, made your heart twist in agony. You loved him, but did you really know him? Could you trust him, after this?Â
Every answer felt just out of reach, and all you could do was sit there, heart heavy and confused, trying to make sense of it all while feeling like the ground had dropped out from under your feet.
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Three months had passed, a stretch of time that had felt both impossibly long and painfully short to Spencer. Three months since youâd walked out of his apartment, since the wall heâd carefully built around his heart had crumbled, since heâd been able to see you, touch you, speak with you. The only thing that got him through each day was work, the relentless cases that pulled him into the minds of others and away from his own chaos. But even then, in the rare moments of quiet, you still lingered in his thoughts.
Today, however, even work couldnât serve as a distraction. Derek leaned on the edge of his desk, the grin on his face faltering when Spencer didn't meet his eyes. âLook, man,â Derek said, his tone soft, with that note of understanding that made Spencer want to crawl out of his own skin. âI know youâve been bummed after your breakup with Y/N, but the team is going out tonight. You should come, it might cheer you up.â
Derekâs words, although well-intentioned, felt like a punch in the gut. He knew Derek meant well, and that the rest of the team did too, but they didnât know the real reason things ended. Spencer couldn't tell them; it wasnât just his story to share. He couldnât explain the heartbreak that came from the discovery, the misunderstanding, the silence. All he could do was shake his head, eyes downcast as he muttered, âIâm good, man. Thanks though.â
Derek sighed deeply, clearly not ready to give up. âI didnât want to have to do this,â he said, cracking his knuckles in a display of mock intimidation. âBut if you donât come out tonight, Iâll tell Penelope that youâre the one who spilled coffee on her favorite keyboard.â
Spencerâs head whipped around so fast he almost cricked his neck, his eyes wide with horror. âYou wouldnât.â
âOh, I would, kid,â Derek nodded seriously, his expression deadpan but the mischief unmistakable in his eyes.
Spencer could see there was no way out. Derek had cornered him, and he knew Penelopeâs wrath was something to be avoided at all costs. âFine,â he conceded, huffing out a breath. âBut only for a bit.â
Derekâs victorious fist pump made him chuckle despite himself. âYes! You wonât regret it, Reid. Weâll have a blast, just wait.â
And so, later that evening, Spencer found himself tucked into a booth at the team's favorite bar, nursing a drink that burned his throat but warmed his insides. The atmosphere was light, almost buoyantâstories were exchanged, laughter flowed as freely as the drinks, and for once, he found himself genuinely enjoying the company without the constant ache that had settled in his chest since you left.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Spencer was starting to feel something close to relaxed. The chatter around the table and the warmth of his friends seemed to ease some of the tension in his body, if only for a little while. He could breathe, even laugh at times, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like maybeâjust maybeâthings could be okay again.
As the team sat around their booth, the energy high and the laughter loud, Spencer was oblivious to what was about to unfold. It wasn't until Derek's loud whistle pierced the air, catching everyone's attention, that he noticed something had shifted.Â
âDamn, who is that fine lady?â Derek smirked, his eyes fixed on a woman who was strutting across the bar in a purple dress that left little to the imagination.Â
âGod, that dress is basically lingerie,â Emily leaned in to whisper, sounding a mix of admiration and awe. âI want it.â
The team shared quick glances, some amused, some appreciative of the daring outfit that hugged the woman's body perfectly. Even Spencer's eyes lingered, caught by the vibrant shade of purpleâhis favorite color. She looked like she had stepped out of a dream, a vision of elegance and seduction that was hard to look away from. But her face was hidden beneath waves of hair, and the dim bar lighting made it difficult to make out her features.
After a few moments of admiring glances, the conversation returned to its usual flowâuntil a table of rowdy men called out loudly, catcalling and beckoning the woman over. As she walked closer, the team finally got a good look at her face, and all their eyes widened in shock.Â
It was you.
Spencerâs heart dropped to his stomach, but he didnât even have a chance to process what was happening before Derek nudged him sharply. He pointed in your direction, where you were now leaning over the table of men, the dress dangerously low-cut, and your cleavage all too exposed. For a moment, the sight of you, dressed so provocatively and surrounded by a group of ogling strangers, felt like a punch to his chest.
Without thinking, and fueled by the anger and confusion that came crashing over him like a wave, Spencer stood abruptly. He didnât care about the tableâs booing or the way the men protested as he stormed over. All he could think about was getting you away from them. He grabbed your arm and yanked you back, his grip firm, his eyes blazing.Â
"Come with me," he demanded, his voice low and tight with emotions he didnât know how to name.
You laughed as Spencer dragged you outside the bar, letting the breeze hit your face, the night air cool against your flushed cheeks. But as the realization of who was gripping your arm sunk in, the smile fell away.Â
âSpencer! What the hell! Let me go!â you snapped, pulling your arm away and shaking him off with all the force you could muster.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he spat, his voice filled with anger and... something else you couldnât quite placeâhurt, maybe?
You only laughed bitterly in response, the sound sharp and humorless. âOh, you mean besides getting dragged around by a liar? What are you doing?â You met his gaze defiantly, your words dripping with contempt.
Spencerâs eyes narrowed as he searched your face, noticing for the first time the redness in your eyes, the slight glaze that wasn't quite right. âAre you... Are you high?â His tone was almost disbelieving, as if he couldn't fathom what he was seeing.
You nodded exaggeratedly, barely stifling another giggle. âAs a kite.â
His anger flared again, and he practically yelled, âAre you kidding me? You hate drugs! You hate everything to do with them, and now youâre... using?â
âItâs just weed, Spencer!â you shot back, your voice loud and edged with frustration. âSorry if I needed to relax! Iâve had a lot on my mind, okay?âÂ
Spencer paused for a moment, clearly wrestling with how to respond, his eyes flickering between you and the ground. He opened his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it, your words spilling out with no filter, no restraint.
âWhat were you going to do with that dose, huh?â you challenged, your voice shaking. âWere you going to kill me, just like my daddy?â
The words hung in the air like a slap, and Spencerâs face paled, the color draining away as if youâd punched him. âY/N, no. God, noâI... I donât know...â He sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words. âI guess... I kept it around in case.â
âIn case what?â you pressed, eyes narrowing, your anger boiling over.Â
âIn case I... wanted to...â He shook his head in frustration, unable to even finish the thought. âI donât know! Itâs stupid, but I justââ
âFuck, Spencer,â you said, disgust heavy in your voice. âHow could you?â
âI havenât touched it in years!â he protested desperately, his voice cracking with the weight of his plea. âIâm clean, Y/N. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but you wouldnât let me explain! Iâm not like your dadâIâm not.â
The comparison made something inside you snap, and before you knew what you were doing, you were leaning in close, your eyes boring into his as you hissed, âOnce a junkie, always a junkie.âÂ
Spencer stood there, stunned, your words slicing through him like shards of glass. The hostility radiating off you was something he had never witnessed before, and it hurtâhurt in a way that made it hard to breathe, to think, to respond.
âYou donât mean that,â he said, voice shaking. He wanted to believe you didnât mean it. That this was just the high talking, the anger, the frustration. âY/N, please. You know Iâm not likeââ
But you cut him off with a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âNo, Spencer, you are. You kept that shit around like some kind of lifeline, like a fucking safety net. How am I supposed to trust you? How am I supposed to believe anything you say when youâre hiding something like that?â
He could see the pain and betrayal in your eyes, and it tore him apart. Spencer felt the weight of your words settle in his chest, heavy like a stone. He reached out to touch your arm, trying to ground you both, but you yanked away, the motion sharp and final.
"Y/N, please, I know it looks bad. I know it seems like Iâm keeping something from you, but I swear to you Iâve been clean for years. I swear that it was never about you, it was justâ" Spencerâs voice cracked, struggling to find the right words. âIt was a part of my past I was ashamed of. I didn't know how to tell you without losing you.â
Your eyes flashed with a mixture of hurt and anger. âAnd now you have.â Your voice was low, trembling with barely contained rage. âYou know, I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to help you through whatever you were struggling with. But you didnât let me, Spencer. You made a choice to keep me in the dark. And now Iâm supposed to what? Trust that youâll never fall back into that?â
Spencerâs eyes were wet, brimming with desperation. âI would never do that to you. I swear, I would neverââ
âI donât know if I can believe you,â you said, your voice cracking, betraying the emotions you were trying so hard to hold back. âI don't know if I can do this anymore. I can't keep looking at you and wondering when you're going to relapse or if you're hiding something else from me.â
He shook his head frantically, panic setting in as he reached for your hands. âPlease donât do this. Please, Y/N. I love you. I know I messed up, but let me make it right. Justââ
âYou canât fix this, Spencer. I don't think you can," you whispered, and you pulled away, turning from him. Your body felt heavy, like it was weighed down by all the anger and sorrow. And for a moment, all you could do was stand there, willing yourself not to break down in front of him.
The silence stretched on, suffocating. Finally, you took a deep breath and forced yourself to walk away, leaving Spencer standing alone in the cold night air, his heart shattered, his world upended.
He called after you, but his voice sounded far away, like it was drowned out by the noise in your head, the whirlwind of emotions that wouldnât let up.
You stopped in your tracks, feeling the urge to get the last word in, knowing the wound it would leave. Slowly, you turned around, and your voice was ice-cold as you spoke. âOh, and Spencer?â
He looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes, desperate and raw.Â
âFor the record,â you said, the words burning on your tongue, âif you had just been honest about your past... I would've understood. I wouldnât have judged you. No matter what happened, no matter how bad it wasâI would've accepted you. I would've even helped you get rid of the box.âÂ
You watched as the hope drained from his face, the realization settling in. Then, without another word, you turned your back on him and left for good, leaving Spencer to stare after you, alone and devastated.
Your words cut through the air like a knife, leaving Spencer staring after you, the hope in his eyes collapsing into devastation. He felt like the ground beneath him had opened up and swallowed him whole, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât move, couldnât reach out, couldnât make this right.Â
As you walked away, the finality of your steps echoed louder than anything heâd ever heard before. Spencerâs heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest, and he couldnât help but replay your words over and over: If you had just told me...
And just like that, the what-ifs became deafening. What if heâd been honest with you from the start? What if heâd trusted you with his pain, his struggle, his history? What if he hadnât let fear dictate his actions?Â
Spencer ran a trembling hand through his hair, his chest heaving with silent sobs as you disappeared from view, the night swallowing you whole. And with each step you took, he knew it was one step further from ever getting back what heâd lost.Â
You had been willing to stay, to support him, to love him even at his lowestâif only he had given you the chance.Â
But he didnât. And now, the person he loved more than anything in the world was gone. All he could do was stand there, his hands trembling, his heart breaking, whispering into the empty night.
âIâm sorry... I'm so sorry, Red.âÂ
But it was too late.
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The Best Kind of Blush
Pairing:Â Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~500
Warnings:Â fluff
Summary:Â Spencer helps you pick the best kind of blush for you.
Square Filled:Â roommate's best friend (2021) for @spencerreidbingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Spencer doesnât understand the hype around makeup or why women love it so much, but he sees the smile on your face whenever you can paint your face. When you both have the day of, he likes to sit on the bed and watch you expertly blend makeup products to create something flawless. Youâre already flawless but he likes seeing how much time and effort you spend on one look. It helps that youâre a makeup artist for low-budget films and TV shows. Youâre making your way up the chain to bigger and better projects, but itâs a slow climb.
Your roommate, JJ, doesnât mind Spencer being over all the time since they work together. She likes seeing him happy, and if you make him happy, then she supports your relationship.
Youâre running out of makeup for your job as well as a few products for your everyday use, so you drag Spencer along to the store so he can help you pick out the best ones. The first section you go to is the special effects makeup products to get a new supply of items. Your job comes first, and when you see you have money left over for personal use, you drag Spencer to the eyeshadows.
âHold your hand out.â
Spencer does, and you grab the sparkly palette you had your eye on for a while. The color glides on smoothly on his skin, and itâs fantastically glittery. You use his hand for multiple palettes and decide on two of them. Youâd use your hands but they are covered with tattoos and the color wouldnât show right. The next product you move onto is the blushes, and you grab the one you use almost every day. However, you want to try different ones you think might compliment your skin tone.
âHelp me decide what blush I should get next.â
Spencer smirks and looks around the store to see if anyone is around. He wants to make sure people arenât staring at him when he does what heâs gonna do.
âIf you want a blush, I can give you a blush. For free, I might add.â
âWhat place do you know that has free blushes?â
Spencer isnât big on PDA but he will do it if he knows no one is watching. He gives you a childish grin as he hooks his fingers in your belt loops. He pulls you closer and plants his lips on yours. He kisses you slowly and passionately like he would in the bedroom. He slides his tongue on your bottom lip and youâre inclined to give him what he wants. His tongue massages your own gently and leaves no inch untouched by him. When you feel butterflies go straight to your pussy, you pull back from him. Your cheeks are hot and you can only imagine theyâre dark, too. You turn away from him to calm yourself down and he chuckles lowly.
âThere it is,â Spencer chuckles. âAnytime you want a blush, you come to me.â
âOkay, Fabio, calm down,â you smile. âGo wait in the car.â
Spencer laughs and allows you to calm down without him next to you. Youâre almost done shopping, and then youâre going to take him home and show him he can get a blush, too.
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Wishes fulfilled [S. R.] birthday wishes pt. 2
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
word count: 7.7k
summary: After an unfortunate event, Spencer questions what he really feels about his childhood best friend.
contains: best friends to lovers, a little angst at the beginning, conflict over feelings, mostly fluff
A/N: A anon suggested there be a second part for birthday wishes and I thought, why not? You can read it as a standalone or as a continuation, tell me what you thought! this makes me very happy:)
The months passed and very soon the Christmas season arrived. There were some allusive decorations courtesy of GarcĂa and she had even placed a small tree in the meeting room with symbolic gifts under it, one for each member of the team that they could open after Christmas Eve. It was a month full of warmth, love and delicious hot chocolate, but criminals in the United States didn't seem to adhere to that rule so the BAU continued with business as usual.
âShe was Abigail Jones,â Garcia began, projecting an image on the conference room screen of a woman who must have been in her thirties. âShe was found dead yesterday in her apartment in Las Vegas, in the area of Downtown, with multiple signs of violence, sexual abuse, and a completely disfigured faceâŚâ when she said this, she turned away from looking at the photo, with good reason, as it made even the strongest members feel nauseous.
There were two other victims, the same mobile phone and in scattered areas of the city. They were single women, who lived alone and although they didnât seem to share traits in terms of their socioeconomic level, they were extremely similar physically and that is why Spencer's stomach turned when he realized how much they looked like you. A call to Hotch's phone interrupted the presentation and they all waited for the exchange to end, until after exchanging a few sentences the man spoke.
âIt was the police chief. There is a new victim, they just found her in the Summerlin area, in an apartment complex on Pennwood Avenue.â
âAt Pennwood?â Spencer asked, turning completely pale as she heard the area where the attack had taken place âWho is she?â
âThey havenât yet identified the body, but she has the same characteristics as the other womenâ
Everyone was shocked to see the doctor get up from the table and leave the room without giving any explanation, apparently to make a call from his phone. Aaron set the departure time of the jet and after that some members approached the young agent to try to find out what was happening. He seemed very worried, with the device pressed firmly against his ear and his gaze lost.
âWhat's wrong, Reid?â
âI'm calling Y/N,â he explained, feeling his breathing begin to quicken. âShe lives in those apartments.â
The rest of the team seemed to understand, then, the concern that had overcome the man due to the information they had just received. They were also profilers and even with the little that they knew you, they knew that you fit perfectly into victimology, so it wasnât difficult for them to connect both dots to realize what Spencer's fear was.
The first call had no answer, other than the answering machine, so he called again, again and again until panic took him in its clutches like prey.
âDude, calm down.â
"She doesnât answer!" Spencer practically sobbed, feeling like everything around him was spinning and a second later collapsing into Morgan's arms.
"What's going on?"
âReid fears that the woman they just found is Y/N,â JJ explained to her boss. By this point the entire team was already gathered around the man, sharing the worry that was tormenting him and thinking about the possibilities of everything. The trip to Vegas was longer than usual trips, which didn't help in the least.
Spencer felt a chill when he tried to dial your number again and, just like before, he only heard your pre-recorded voice.
âOkay, listen,â Hotch said firmly, as he approached Spencer and grabbed his shoulders to get his attention. âI'm going to ask the officer to call me as soon as they identify the body, until then I need you to calm down. Do you know if Y/N has any particular signs with which they can tell us now if it is her?â
âHuh, sheâŚâ he stammered, struggling to put two coherent thoughts together to answer, âshe has a⌠a mole on her belly, I think. Itâs small and red.â
Under other circumstances the team would have mocked him, asking him how he had that knowledge or something along those lines, however, the situation was too delicate to allow for jokes.
âOkay, get your things so we can leave as soon as possible. And again, calm down,â Hotch said firmly, pointing at the agent. âIt's not her, Reid. I know it"
Spencer tried to do what his boss had asked, but he kept dialing his cell phone every two minutes hoping to hear a response. He tried to calm down by telling himself that the chances of that body being yours were very low and trying to find in his mind some statistics that would corroborate this, but fear barely allowed him to understand the situation enough to know any information at that moment.
Obviously he was the first to arrive at the jet and he didn't stop trying to communicate with you, until he saw Aaron walk through the hallway with an expression he couldn't decipher.
"SheâŚ"
âNo,â the man responded immediately. âThe victim's name is Olivia Anderson. Sheâs not Y/Nâ
Hearing this he let out a breath of air and took a couple of steps until he reached the opposite one, to wrap him in a hug of complete relief. Hotch responded with warmth and a murmur of 'I told you so', which was interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the team.
Even though you still weren't answering the calls, Spencer was able to feel calmer during the flight, enough to analyze various aspects of the case that allowed him to offer valuable contributions for the future. When delegating the commissions, the unit chief was condescending to him and asked him to go to the last crime scene, so that with some luck you could meet and he could make sure that you were okay.
When they arrived in Nevada, the snow greeted them and Spencer adjusted his scarf tighter as he got into the car that Morgan would drive to the crime scene. The walk wasn't long and once there Derek motioned to his partner when the officer arrived to talk to both of them, as if he were permitting him to enter the building instead of staying. Spencer didn't hesitate to practically run inside to look for your apartment, and when he finally found the door with the number 17 he knocked frantically, but when he didn't receive a response he only became more frustrated.
Where the hell were you supposed to be?
He felt a vibration in his right pocket and almost dropped the device from his hand when he answered the call, without even looking at the identifier.
"Hello?"
âReid, come back here,â Morgan spoke. âY/N is with me.â
The agent didn't have to say it twice for Spencer to go down the stairs with the same speed he went up them, almost tripping on the way, and when he came out he looked for you in every direction. The snow and the tide of law enforcement personnel blocked the view a bit, but when his eyes finally met yours, you smiled and waved your hand to get his attention. Spencer ran, again, towards you, until he crashed into you in a hug. You were smaller than him and you fit perfectly against his body.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â he asked in an angry voice, separating himself from you so he could look at you, but without letting go of your waist âI called you at least thirty times and you didn't answer, do you have any idea how worried I was?â
âI, huh⌠I left my phone at home and I'm just getting back from work, I had no idea what happened. Morgan already told me that there was a homicide.â
âDid you know her?â
âShe's my neighbor,â you muttered sadly, looking toward the entrance of the building. âOh, Crash, this is so horrible. She was⌠she was very good and kind to everyone. She didn't deserve this."
âI want you to go in there, pack some changes of clothes, and come back here, okay?â
"Why?"
âYou will stay with me in the hotel until the case is over,â he ruled, with a tone that gave no room for opposition. âI need to work right now, but while you do what I asked of you.â
âBut⌠I can't just leave my apartment like that, and what about my job?â
âI will talk to your boss and if he refuses, I will charge him with obstruction of justice or I will assign you an escort if necessary, but you are not going anywhere alone.â
You knew perfectly well that, although Spencer was a valuable member of the unit, he didn't have the power to do that, but because of the confidence in his voice you doubted for a second if he would be able to ask someone higher up in the bureau's hierarchy for that favor. You had rarely heard him speak like that, with a mixture of anger and concern, and he had never ordered you to do anything in your life. But he was doing it now, he was giving you specific instructions that wouldn't take no for an answer.
âReid, we need you hereâ you heard Derek say from the other side.
"What's going on? Why do I have to leave here?â
âI'll explain everything to you later, okay? For now you go and get your things to call a taxiâ he said, a little less agitated than he had spoken at first. Then he, in an unexpected act, gently kissed your forehead âWrap yourself up, it's freezing out here.â
Although you had more questions, you knew that he was working and that you couldn't interrupt him just because, so you went to your apartment and grabbed a small suitcase to start packing clothes. Your phone was, as you expected, on the kitchen counter and you checked that he wasn't exaggerating with the number of calls he made to you.
When you left there was already a taxi waiting for you, so he just gave you the address of the hotel where the team was staying so you could get there. It was a picturesque place with lots of cheerful Christmas decorations, with a friendly guy as the receptionist. He already seemed to be aware of the agreement and after you checked in, he guided you to the room, where your friend would also be staying.
You didn't understand why it was necessary to keep you there and you hoped that he would call you at some point to clarify the situation, but he didn't. Since you had brought your laptop with you, you took the opportunity to continue working and it wasn't until a couple of hours later, you didn't even know how many, that someone knocked on the door. You didn't open it until you asked who it was and recognized your friend's voice, seeing him standing with his briefcase slung over his shoulder and a tired smile.
âHello,â you sighed in relief, greeting him with a hug and then pulling him inside. You let him put down his belongings and sit on the bed, while you stood in front of him. âDo you want to explain to me what is happening and why I am here?â
âThere is a murderer on the looseâ
âThat seems obvious.â
âThere is a murderer on the loose who killed your neighbor, with characteristics surprisingly similar to yours, both physical and personalâ he added and it took you a moment of silence to understand where the matter was going âI just didn't want you to be near there because he could come back"
âDo you think I'm in danger?â
âI don't know, but you're the kind of woman the unsub likes. I wasn't going to risk youâ
You nodded your head softly, from your position of crossed arms.
âAnd what does your boss think about this?â
âHe didn't know,â he confessed to you and you opened your eyes widely. âBut I told him on the way here and he said to just try to stay out of trouble or Strauss would call him out on it. It's just that I... panicked, okay? When the police found Olivia's body they had not identified it and⌠I was afraid that it was youâ
Suddenly all the calls and his face contorting into a grimace of relief when he saw you made sense to you, because at this point you hadn't even realized how much you and Liv shared. But Spencer had done it, that was his job after all.
âBut I'm fine,â you said reassuringly, as you knelt in the space between his legs and met his gaze. âIâm safe, okay?â
âDid you see anything suspicious in the last few days? Anything that can help?â
âI don't think so, I spend all day at workâ you lamented âI'm sorry.â
âDon't worry,â he reassured you, giving you a tired smile.
You knew your friend and you knew beforehand what stress did to his body, like those horrible migraines he had started to get or the dark circles under his eyes, and now his body language was screaming at you that something was still bothering him.
âYou should sleep,â you suggested, reaching out with one of your hands to place it on his cheek. Spencer didn't complain, instead he closed his eyes and turned his head slightly so he could rub his skin against your outstretched palm.
It took you by surprise when, just a second later, he leaned down to grab your waist and help you get up from the floor. You were about to ask what he was doing when he maneuvered himself again until you were sitting on his lap, your legs dangling next to his and his arm wrapped tightly around your lower back.
âSo we're cozy now, huh?â you scoffed, trying to mask with a smile the blush that had already spread across your face at the position the man had placed you in.
Spencer was a great lover of physical contact, contrary to what many might think, although this depended a lot on the person he was with. It had taken you months of effort to get a handshake and only as the years went by did, he begin to enjoy hugs with you. But after so much time you had gotten used to it and that's why the man became all clingy with you, after all it wasn't very common for you to see each other, which didn't bother you at all.
However, him holding you like that felt completely different than usual. You had only felt those butterflies in your stomach when, on his birthday, you had been so drunk and tired that you ended up sharing a bed. You had to admit that you liked him more than you should, waking up sheltered by his body, between a tangle of limbs and feeling the rise and fall of his calm breathing; and when the thought of having more nights like this crossed your mind you suppressed it immediately, feeling tremendously guilty about it.
But this wasnât a product of alcohol or fatigue, but rather Spencer had done this of his own free will. His hair curled at the tips and you took the opportunity to gently brush some pieces off his forehead, while he watched you in complete silence.
âI don't know what I would do if something ever happened to you.â
His confession was barely a whisper that tickled your cheek, said with such sincerity that he took you by surprise. You couldn't measure the fear that had brewed in your best friend's chest that morning and that's why you couldn't understand his need to have you physically close, as he wanted to make sure you were there with him and not brutally murdered on a bed in the morgue.
A sigh of tenderness left you and you immediately pulled him close to you to hug him, feeling your hip fitting into the curve of his stomach and his face close to your neck, like he always did.
âIs that why you are like this? Baby, you don't have to worry about me. I already told you I'm fine."
âI know,â he murmured. âBut I can't help it.â
âWell, you'll have to try it.â
âHow do you want me to try something like that?â he exclaimed, separating from you so he could look into your eyes, and keeping the minimum distance between you two âI can't. I will always worry about you, you are myâŚâ the words were cut off, because he didn't think there was a word that encapsulated well enough what you meant to him, but also because he was momentarily distracted by your lips; why was he getting distracted by them?
âBest friend in the whole world and sole owner of your heart?â
âSomething like that,â he responded, laughing for the first time that night, and as he did so his face only moved closer to yours. He was strangely nervous about your presence and didn't know why, so he didn't help much when you leaned against his body so he could hold you better. Spencer just hoped your ear couldn't pick up the increase in his heartbeat.
âWe should be able to stay like this forever,â you muttered absently, and although you didn't mean to be serious the words hit the man worse than they should.
For a moment he contemplated the possibility of actually staying with you forever and then he realized it wasn't an idea he disliked. From an early age every time Spencer thought about his future you were in it, but he hadn't thought about the role he wanted you to play. You had been friends for so long that he didn't believe there was anything more to your relationship, however, he was very wrong.
Was holding you like that awakening something in him that he didn't think was possible? Or was it the fear of losing you that made him realize that he would rather die than spend a life without you? No book or statistical study gave him an answer to what he was feeling and, to be honest, that terrified him.
He knew that you had tried to have a relationship with several men throughout your life, but none of them had managed to progress beyond a few months, due to one reason or another. However, Spencer wondered how long it would take for you to finally find love and if he could stand to see someone become your priority. It's not that he was jealous or possessive, just that he had been used to being someone important in your life for too long to accept the change from one moment to the next. He would always be happy if you were happy, but it made him sick to think that you would end up marrying someone completely unworthy of your affection and admiration; someone who didn't deserve the best woman of all. And as if it were an epiphany, Spencer realized that he wanted to be that man.
He needed it.Â
âWe have to sleep,â he murmured, gently patting your back, because he was afraid that if you stayed like this any longer his mind would travel to some other inappropriate ideas. âSleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor.â
âThe bed is big enoughâ
âIt doesn't matter, you use it,â he murmured. You had already stood up and were playing absentmindedly with the long sleeve of your blouse, without stopping to look at him.
"ButâŚ"
âI don't want to have this discussion today, okay?â the man had already taken some pillows and was spreading a sheet next to the bed. You, resigned, climbed up to the mattress and remained to kneel on it, watching your friend arrange his place.
âHow many days will you stay here?â
"We donât know yet. With some luck it will only be until tomorrow."
âYou should visit your mom,â you murmured. Among so many emotions, Spencer had barely had time to think about Diana, at least until now that you had mentioned her, and he felt a pang of guilt. âIt's almost Christmas, it would be a nice gift.â
âI think you're right,â he smiled. Things were ready and although he enjoyed talking to you now he felt extremely tired, so he just wanted to go to sleep. âRest, okay? Weâll talk tomorrow"
âGood night,â you replied, smiling tenderly at him. An unexpected urge to lean in and steal a kiss grew in Spencer, which he tried to shake off of himself.
Without saying anything else he walked to turn off the light and then came back to lie down on the blanket, trying to sleep. When he was about to get it, he felt your arm fall over the side of the bed and your hand groping for any part of his body you could hold. In the end it was his hand that held yours and he couldn't see your blushing cheeks when he left a kiss on the back of it, nor his mischievous smile.
He knew when you had fallen asleep by the decrease in the strength of your grip, but although he tried to imitate you he couldn't do it. His mind continued to be tormented by the impulses that had invaded him that night, trying to find what reason was behind it, but also wondering how bad it would be to carry them out.
A little defeated, he got up from the floor, but not before carefully placing the hand that was holding you on your chest, and he went to see the landscape through the bedroom window. Snowflakes were falling and the lights of the casinos illuminated the view, reminding him that Las Vegas never slept, adding to these the colorful Christmas trees installed everywhere. In his family Christmas wasnât celebrated conventionally, as it was just him and his mother having dinner ordered from a restaurant. There were gifts, they were almost always books or objects related to science, but he didn't make sense of the idea of warmth and love that revolved around the holiday. Until one time your family invited him to celebrate, he was finally able to understand that Christmas magic that everyone was talking about and from then on it was his reference for the celebration.
After staring at the window for a while he focused on the vision of you lying on the mattress, sleeping in that strange position that you always used to, and he asked himself how many years it was that he had been in love with you and how it was that he had never noticed it.
He let out a sigh that showed resignation, but also tremendous fear, and finally retraced his steps to pick up the blanket and pillows from the floor. He climbed onto the bed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise, and he lay down next to you, trying not to make any movements that would disturb your calm. The last thing he saw before falling into morpheusâs arms was your peaceful face, and even when he slept his dreams were filled with your smile.
The unsub was successfully caught, just as he had predicted, the next day and that was when he could breathe easy again. You were no longer in danger, outside of the usual danger that a woman from the United States faces, so you could return to your normal life without any problems.
Once you were back at your apartment Spencer said goodbye, promising that he would see you again soon, and heeded your advice about visiting Diana. He asked Aaron if he could stay in Vegas, after all the Christmas holidays were right around the corner and he made the excuse that he could come back if a new case came up. When the boss granted his request he wasted no time and headed to Bennington Sanitarium while the rest of the team headed to Virginia on the jet.
When he arrived good news about his mother greeted him, all referring to the improvement she had with the new medication, and when the doctors' report was finished they took him to the room where she was. Diana was reading to another patient and Reid smiled lovingly at the sight, a smile that was reciprocated when his mother noticed his presence.
âMy child, I didnât expect your visit,â she murmured, while she received the man in her arms.
âThere was a case here and I decided to stay with you for a few days, if that's okay with you.â
âOf course it's okay with me, do you think I wouldn't want to see you?â she smiled, patting his face and hearing him laugh.
Both of them moved to her bedroom where they shared stories that she hadnât read in the letters or that deserved to be deepened now that they were together. Her mother talked to her about how she had been feeling, some workshops she had taught and new people who had joined and she had befriended. He was very happy to see Diana so happy and lively, contrary to other visits where the circumstances had been more unfortunate.
The talk was interrupted by a nurse bringing dinner to Diana and a portion of contraband for Spencer, who was extremely grateful. In the middle of the silence of dinner his mind returned to you and when he looked at his mother, he knew that if anyone could give him good advice it was her.
âMom, can I talk to you about something?â
âOf course,â she replied, pushing her food aside so Spencer could sit on the bed with her âWhat is it?â
âWell, huh⌠I guess you remember my friend Y/N, right? My God, of course you remember herâ he answered himself, knowing that he was always talking about you in his letters âThe fact is that I⌠I have felt weird with her since my birthday.â
âWeird how?â
âI don't know, like⌠different,â he murmured, not knowing if that would be the right word for the nature of his feelings.
âYou don't want to be her friend anymore?
âQuite the opposite, actually,â he murmured nervously. He considered it prudent to explain the situation that had arisen from the case and about your stay with him during these days, so that his mother could understand the fear that he had suffered, before continuing talking âAnd last night when I got to my room and she was there I felt⌠I don't know, I don't even know how to say it. I only felt enormous relief to see her well and I wanted her to always be well."
âWell, you grew up together. It's normal that you worry about her, you guys are almost like familyâ
âBut I can't see her like that,â he interrupted her. He hated her comparison, because he knew what brotherly love was and it was definitely not how he felt about you âI think I'm in love with her. No, I know I'm in love with her. And I⌠I'm scaredâÂ
Diana's attentive eyes studied her son and Spencer didnât know how to interpret her silence, until he felt his mother's hand placed on her knee and saw a smile appear on her face.Â
âOh, my boy⌠Why are you afraid to love?â
âI am not afraid to love. I'm afraid of not being lovedâ
That was. Spencer wasn't afraid of having those feelings, but rather he was afraid that they wouldn't be reciprocated. If he confessed things to you, he risked having the greatest romance in his life or being cruelly rejected by the best friend he had ever had.
Diana cupped her son's face with both hands and gave him a compassionate smile.
âYou are, for more years than you can think,â she exclaimed, with complete confidence, and the man frowned in confusion.
"How do you know?"
âA mother notices those things, son,â Diana laughed. âEven one like me.â
Would his mother be telling the truth? He wasn't the best at reading social cues and that was clear, so he didn't know the difference between friendly behavior and one that held another interest when it came to you, but he doubted for a second if Diana was the best person to interpret those signs. He didn't even entertain the possibility that you had feelings for him, I mean, you were so pretty and funny and cool and he⌠well, he was just him.
âAre you going to tell her?â she added, noticing that he had remained silent.
"I should?"
"Sure! If not now, when will you do it?â
"But IâŚ"
âBut nothing,â she interrupted him. âI want you to go find her and tell her.â
"Now?!" Spencer screamed, feeling his mother get up and push him to the exit. âBut momâŚâ
âWhen will you be in Las Vegas again?â she pointed out âI'm not going to leave here, you can come back tomorrow.â
"But it's too late"
âSo what, Spencer? âDo you think I donât want to see you married before meeting the creator?â Diana insisted and the man opened his eyes widely in a mixture of surprise and amusement. âThe sooner the better. Go tell her, come on. And it would be better if you come back tomorrow that she will accompany you.â
Spencer watched her from the hallway for a few seconds and at the woman's security he felt a certain emotion, letting fear be replaced by pure motivation for the first time. He nodded and took a couple of determined steps toward the exit, but then he stopped and turned to wrap his mother in a tight hug.
"Thanks, Mom. I love youâ
âI love you more,â she smiled. âNow go.â
Spencer left there completely determined and took the first taxi he saw to take you to your apartment, with his heart beating like crazy all over his chest and his mind busy searching for the words with which he would profess his feelings for you.
Inside your apartment you let out a squeal when you heard the microwave announcing that your reheated food was ready and you rushed there to return as soon as possible to see David Tennant's hottie in a trench coat. You had to admit knowing Doctor Who, at first, had been against your will, but now it was an acquired taste that you quite enjoyed and accompanied you on your sleepless nights. After a few seconds you returned to the living room with your burrito in your hand and just when you were about to play the Christmas special when someone knocked on your door, startling you a little.
âMrs. Jensen, is that you? I already told you that I haven't seen your cat around hereâ you half shouted, without opening the door, but there was no response âHello?â
âIt's me,â said a fairly familiar voice. You thought you were wrong so you opened the door just a little and through the chain lock you could see that, indeed, it was your friend.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, opening the door fully. âI thought you were going back to DC.â
âI changed my mindâ he replied and until then you noticed that he was holding a bouquet of tulips decorated with a white bow, which he extended in your direction for you to take. That only added to your confusion.
âWow, I⌠Thank you?â
âCan I come in?â He asked timidly and as soon as you scooted to the side he walked into the apartment, not looking at you.
"Everything's fine?"
"No. I mean, yeahâŚâ he stammered, looking you up and down. You were wearing thermal pajamas with a Christmas print and you were without shoes, with a messy bun holding your hair. âDid you like them?â
"What?"
âThe flowers,â he pointed out.
"Oh yeah. They are beautifulâ you smiled, looking at them carefully. There was a good number of red tulips, some open and others were just a small bud. âWhat are they for?â
âI didn't want to arrive empty-handed,â he lied. âI got them at a flower shop near here, a very sweet old woman sold them to me.â
âWell, thank you, then,â you smiled and he responded in kind, but then he didnât speak again. You were just observing him, not figuring out what was causing his strange behavior. âDo you want to sit down?â
The flowers ended up in a vase on the counter in the kitchen and when you returned he was already sitting on the couch, legs together and hands on his knees.
"And how are you?"
âWell, I was about to eat something while watching the Doctor Who Christmas special,â you told him. You expected him to start ranting about fun facts or the story or the actors or anything, but he just smiled at you understandingly and stayed silent. âIs your mom okay?â
âYes, she is. I was having dinner with her a while ago, but... I thought I'd come here because I want to tell you something important."
Oh, you thought, there's the real reason for his nocturnal visit.Â
"Yeah? What is it about?" you asked, slightly worried about whatever he had to say.
Everything he had thought about in the car seemed to have been erased from his memory and now Spencer didn't even know where to start. He had only confessed these kinds of feelings to two people in his life and neither of those times had turned out well, so he didn't know what to expect.
âOkay, I'm going to tell you, but you have to promise me that you will take it in the best way, okay?â he asked and you nodded. "And this won't change anything between us if you... if you don't agree with what I'm going to tell you."
âHey, you're scaring me,â you joked nervously, but when you didn't hear him laugh your fear became genuine. âIs something wrong? You know you can tell me anything.â
âIt's not a bad thing. Well, not unless you want it to be.â
âWell, tell me then,â you encouraged him kindly, with a smile that provided him with the courage he needed.
You were so pretty and he just wanted to kiss you to death.
âWe've known each other for practically our entire lives, right?â he began âI still remember the first time I talked to you. And I don't speak figuratively, but I really remember it, it's one of the things from my childhood that my brain didn't throw away. I had been watching you from the window because you went out to your yard to spread a blanket to play with dolls and cars and all kinds of things. Sometimes you jumped rope and other times you kicked the ball and all I could think about was how you could have so much fun being alone. I mean, I was just reading and studying things with my microscope and you know, nerdy thingsâ he murmured, letting out a short laugh âUntil one day you knocked on my window and asked me if I wanted to play with you.â
âMy mom told me to do it,â you confessed, âWell, I suggested it, but she encouraged me to do it. It always made me sad to see you there and I thought you were just too shy to come over and play.â
âBut no one had ever done that. Include me in some activity, I mean. Everyone made fun of me at school or called me weird, but not you, not even when I deserved it. It made me happy that a girl like that wanted to be with me and even though you had too much energy, somehow I could keep up with you. When we grew up I thought you would just get bored of me, but that wasn't the case and even when I was promoted in grade you stayed in contact with me. You were there when mom got worse and I had to send her to that sanatorium and yet your family treated me like I was your own family. You have always been there for me and you have made me feel less alone in the world, and I don't think I have ever thanked you for that.â
âOh, Crash,â you smiled, a couple of tears gathering on your eyelids. âYou don't need to do that. I have done everything because that is what friends are for.â
âBut I don't want to be friends,â he said immediately and your expression changed to a worried one at that moment. The silence between you made you imagine the worst, but it was only because he was gathering the courage to continue âTo me you are something else.â
Your face contorted into another grimace, but this time one of surprise and confusion.
"What do you meâŚ?â
âI'm in love with you,â he spat. This time all his years of training were of no use as he tried to decipher your expression. âAnd it's okay if you don't feel the same way about me, I'm not asking that of you. I just want you to know that the day I got here for the case I... I was going crazy at the mere thought of someone hurting you. I didn't realize that you meant everything to me until that moment and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. That night I just wanted to hold you and keep you safe for the rest of our lives and although I don't have much experience, I think that's what love feels like. I have always loved you, only now it is a different love. And I'll understand if you don't feel the same way about me and I just misinterpreted things, but please, if that's the case, just let me stay your friend because I don't think I can handle messing things up. I don't ask you for anything more than that, that whatever you feel, things don't become uncomfortable just because of what I just told you."
There were a few seconds of silence and then he finally dared to look at you. You were stunned, with your gaze lost and your lips parted. Years of friendship passed before the man's eyes, who interpreted your lack of conversation as a rejection of his feelings, and he felt his heart break a little. From the beginning he was aware that this possibility existed, but now that it had materialized, he realized that perhaps he wasnât ready.
But then your eyes met his and he felt your hand reach out to his, which was already shaking slightly.
âYour hands are cold,â you observed, sliding a little on the couch so you could take both of his limbs. Spencer followed your movements carefully and could see how you brought both hands to your lips to place a kiss on his knuckles.
âIs that all you have to say?â
âI actually have too much to say, I just don't know how,â you confessed.
âYou don't have to lie to avoid hurting me. I already told you, it's okay if you don't feel the same."
âSpencer Reid,â you said sternly, thus forcing him to look at you. âStop saying that.â
âSo it's not like that?â
âOf course not, why would you think so?â You mumbled, really waiting for a response that never came. You watched him carefully, trying to memorize all his features, while you reflected on how much he had changed in front of your eyes and how he was still the same scared little boy from the window.
âBecause⌠I don't know, there has never been someone who loves me the way I am.â
âOh, Spencer,â you murmured condescendingly, âI've loved you since you were an ugly kid with glasses who couldn't stop talking about science, what other proof do you need?â
He definitely wasn't expecting that answer and that's why he started laughing; not like a soft laugh, but a loud, euphoric laugh.
âWhy do you call me ugly kid?â
âYou were!â You defended yourself, accompanying him in his joy. You had probably ruined the most romantic moment of your life, however, it was worth it to see the man laugh like that. And after all you were still his best friend, it was your job to joke like that âAnd yet I liked you, you can't imagine how much. Then you grew up and became this perfect prototype of a boy and you were so focused on your studies that I thought you weren't interested in me, at least in that way. But you were my friend and I was happy like that, I always have been. I tried to bury those feelings because I was also afraid of ruining things, but now you come to tell me all this, and I just don't believe it."
"Are you serious?" he asked, trying not to get overwhelmed by the fact that you had just called him perfect and that you were confessing to him that you had been feeling what he was feeling since you two met. When you nodded, another laugh escaped him as he thought that, after all, his mother had been right.
He had to take a moment to digest the situation. You loved him, you really did, and things weren't ruined. He felt foolish thinking about how long you had been keeping this quiet and how he hadn't noticed, but he concluded that if he had found out at another time he probably would have freaked out and things would have ended very differently, a result he would regret for the rest of his life.
Your hands were still joined and Spencer began to rub his thumb against the back of them, feeling the luckiest to see you smile at him that way and knowing the reason for that expression.
âIs that why you brought me the tulips?â you exclaimed in a sweet voice. You should have sensed it before but only now did you realize that detail.
âYes, I wanted to surprise you,â he replied, quite satisfied with himself. âI thought about them because, in fact, in the language of flowers, tulips symbolize hope, sincere love and prosperity, but depending on their color the meaning can be transformed. Red tulips, in this case, are ideal for a statement and express unconditional love.â
You let out a gentle laugh, feeling nothing but tenderness at his reaction.
âThere's my usual boy,â you said with a proud tone, reaching out to leave a loud kiss on his cheek. Something in Spencer stirred when he heard you call him yours and that desire to kiss you returned, this time with more intensity than before.
"And then?" he asked in your direction. With your eyes you asked for a more complete explanation of what precisely he was referring to âDo you accept me? Do you accept my love?â
âOf course I do,â you replied obviously, giving him that confirmation he needed.
âAnd if I asked you something serious for us right now, what would you tell me?â
You looked at him for a second, looking for a sign of lying on his face, but when you didn't find it, you smiled, your cheeks completely blushing.
âI would tell you that I would have liked to be more prepared. I'm in pajamas and I smell like a burrito, I think I've looked better."
"It doesnât matter. "I can take you on a date later, in a nice and elegant place, like you deserve," he murmured excitedly, stopping holding one of your hands to place it on your face. "But only if that's what you want."
âI do, handsome,â you smiled, sliding your hand to surround his wrist. âIt's the most definitive yes of my entire life.â
You had dreamed of this moment for a long time, but you had never believed it could come true and now that it had, your heart was overflowing with joy. He was smiling from ear to ear and you suddenly realized that his eyes traveled momentarily to your lips. You saw him swallow, undecided about the next move, so you decided to save him a little effort and reached out until your lips collided with his.
You took him by surprise and although at first it felt strange to be doing that with him, almost as if it were wrong, after a couple of seconds the contact relaxed and you knew that you no longer wanted to kiss lips other than his.
With every second he caressed you in a deeper and more needy way, very different from what you had expected, even his hands took you firmly by the waist to keep you as close to him as possible. He tasted like years of mutual longing and mint gum and it had you completely giddy. You separated only when it was vital to take a breath and then you continued kissing, already addicted to a drug you had just discovered.
âYou're so pretty,â he sighed against your lips, allowing himself to compliment you now that he knew you reciprocated. âSo, so pretty. And so sweet to meâ he recited between kisses, each one gentler than the last âYou are perfect.â
âReid, stop it,â you asked him, feeling nervous from hearing him talk to you like that and feeling him kiss you like that.
"Why? That's what I think. I've always thought soâ he smiled, separating himself from you just to enjoy the sight of your beauty, and then he gently caressed the side of your head âI love youâ he said.
Your cheeks already hurt from smiling so much and yet you managed to give him that vision again, and how could you not? The man of your dreams was telling you that he loved you.
You leaned in again to kiss him, this time more briefly and delicately, and then you looked into his eyes.
âI love you tooâ you confessed.
And both of you knew that you didn't need anything more than that.
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come out and haunt me, i know you want me â jj maybankŕż
summary; putting words in jjâs mouth after an unexpected pregnancy has you uneasy about the future of your relationship along with a gnawing emptiness of what jj will think. warnings; pregnancy, one mention of throwing up, suggestive, talks of sex, fluff, all of my characters are always aged up but they had to be in school for this so i set them in high school, as seniors, making them 18. this takes place somewhat in season 3, except JJâs house never got the eviction notice and they went back to school. also mention of luke. did it this way cause i felt like i was i need of a new setting other the chateau (rip it will be missed :/) pairing; jj maybank x fem!pregnant!reader authors note; decided to put this one out, as i have gotten a lot of requests about dad!jj and iâm giving them a separate masterlist of their own. i figured they needed to be in order lol. so i guess in a way this can be considered the first of dad!jj series. cred to gif owner !
Youâre spiraling over the life forming inside of you and JJâoddly enough is fretting about his class project final. Something that would usually be of no concern to JJ, but he actually wants to pass senior year.
Building an ancient, time-consuming model of some old landscape and having an actual child were two completely different things. From opposite worlds and of varying natures.
Spontaneous cravings all the way down to a late period.
Itâs instinct really, to skip school and confirm your suspicionsâ though, itâs pretty much certain. JJ caught on half way throughout the school day, so wrapped up in this project that he hadnât noticed you slipping away. Sneaking out of the exit door after throwing up rancid lunch. If he was aware, thereâs not a doubt that he would have followed. He was the one that showed you that escape route from the hell site on a monday long ago when school was too much to bareâ that was when the two were freshmen, for now they are seniors carrying the weight of the future on their shoulders, including the plus one in your belly.
Youâd sobbed profusely into your knees, they were pulled all the way up to your chest on that tiled floor. The detrimental pregnancy test, with two lines, is sat atop JJâs bathroom counter, taunting you in a manner of ânow you have to face me.â Debating whether or not to take this as life altering or life shattering. You knew JJ like every crevice in the palm of his hand, but you could never be set on his reaction for something like this. Always prominent in his ways about 'being in this for the long run', could having a baby change that?
You had to tell him, there was no other way around it. For it's always been a do tell promise that nothing goes unsaid in the relationship.
"What the fuck am I gonna' do?" Is all that curses past your lips repeatedly through choked tears.
The tears are not for the tiny being inside you; its fear. The fear of the unknown, or the uncertainty. So young, so much ahead. A small sliver of a thought that maybe you'd have to do this alone.
Your heart almost falls to the heals of your feet at the doors opening and closing, and the throwing down of book bags. Shakily pressing your finger to the phone that's beside you, the time reading 2:30 PM, meaning school was over and you'd have to get your act together to face JJ. Whom, had left you several missed calls and text messages concerning your whereabouts. Even so, it would be of no surprise to JJ that you were here; basically, here every day and home when you had to be, that's how the story goes. It's imaginable that you'll be sticking around as often as you'd be able to, because telling your parents would indefinitely make them disown you. Having a baby with the Luke Maybank's son and the towns 'well-known kleptomaniac' wouldn't exactly be music to their ears. The only positive in that picture is that Luke's not around, you and JJ have been slumming it in his childhood home since. You'd helped him fix it up so that it would be 'livable', and he adored that someone would cherish him that much to do such things. He'll have another form of adoration, soon enough though.
"JJ, a beer is not gonna' help you get this shit done."
You could hear John B mumble at JJ, and as it would to most curiosity strikes. Taking in the push and pull of the standard refrigerator, not far away, the bathroom, kitchen, and living room all but feet away from each other. Easy access to eavesdrop and hear whatever words were to slither out of someone's mouth. God, you swore the walls were bound to cave in and topple atop of you. You picture John B's mouth agape and disgusted at JJ's lack of focus.
"Get's my brain goin', y'know."
His voice that you'd usually get giddy everywhere from hearing, is now taunting you; making your insides turn to mush. Quick to your feet, you clamp your ear to the chipped door whilst fixing your disheveled hair in the mirror, by tucking it behind your ear and wiping away the salty tears with pad of your thumb. Something JJ would do impulsively. As well as, the little pink and white stick that's knocking the breath from your lungs and tucking it in the back pocket of your printed shorts.
"You ready to start?" John B sighs exasperatedly. Aware that his best friend is never prepared for anything. You aren't sure of what they are 'starting' but you can't help but wonder if JJ's caught on, if he's noticed the tendencies you've acquired since becoming pregnant. Already being hesitant on telling him of the stick you peed on, or that this is going to dictate the course of the rest of his life. Is the new formation of hormones within you causing you to twist words or is it plain truth?
One could only hope.
"M'not even ready yet, need to do so much stuff before I'm ready."
It stings; like multiple daggers had been chided at your heart or a million bee's attacking. This only makes since that he's referring to not wanting to be a father, right? What else could he possibly not be ready for? It's assuming, it's jumping to conclusions, but right now it makes a hell of a lot more sense than anything else. JJ's capable of eons of things, being stuck with you and a baby for the rest of his life may not be in his peripheral. He's confirming it right now, you just heard it with your own two ears.
Unbeknownst to you it was a about a damn silly school project and that he would've stretched time and space to keep his profound little family in one piece. If only he'd known. If only you'd told him.
There were no supplies, no class instructions, to justify that it was only a monumental historic copy for Mr. Sunn's class. Just conversation.
You physically can't allow the words to come out of your mouth, for it will be in the form of word vomit after his resonating and everlasting statement. You can't face him, no, not about the life he helped form. Too soon, and too much. Selfishly, he's not ready but you want to hang onto him a little longer. With JJ is where you reside, and you desire to bury the love he's giving you and harvest it deep down; enough for two. He's not prepared, and all you're hearing is this is this the end of all you've ever known.
World record for misunderstandings.
John B was on the verge of speaking, yet he doesn't when the bathroom door creeks open. You appear in frame, a shell of the person you were moments ago, unevident that you'd shed enough tears for a small river. The hiding is beginning, you decide to swallow it down and keep it there. Dreaming up all the ways you'd have to conceal as huge a secret as this.
Trepidation; of JJ, and for yourself and the baby; blistering, mirroring that of an open scar.
"Is that my girl?!"
You're met with John B sprawled out on the vacant leather couch, another thing Luke destroyed alike with JJ. And, JJ's practically jumping from the recliner and swarming you in a hug that makes you form a half enticing grin whilst smothering you into his large chest. His sleeveless arms bulking in size at this gesture.
"Great, now we really aren't gonna' get anything done," John B grabs at his temples in annoyance. The partnered project supposed to be the focus of today. Conscious of the fact that anytime you are around JJ loses all logic because you become the center of attention. As if half his brain flies out the window he's so invested in you, rather than anything else. He gives up on any aspiration that this replica will be finished. You still saunter on about what exactly they 'have to get done', but they are almost always up to something. JJ's out of context words were what gave need be, and you were fixed on that.
"What happened today? Been thinkin' about you like crazy."
"Nurse sent me home."
You fib so harshly that is burns past your lips, the lie is so loud you're amazed he didn't see through it. You mumble into his chest has him releasing you, only to cup your cheeks in a squishing manner. Heâs disastrously anguished to maul you with affection, but he decided to spare John B the show.
"Everything alright?"
And he tries to read your wandering eyes, but still taut eye contact is there so he thinks nothing of it. It is when you won't look at him that he's concerned, however you still do.
An 'act normal' practically engraved in your thoughts. When you really want to break away from his hold and run for the hills.
"Just a bad lunch."
"Yeah, that school meatloaf'll get you, baby."
Blonde fluffed out tresses catch glance and your mixed up mind is pondering on what color hair the baby will have. Will the small child be a constant reminder that their dad 'wasn't ready?" Stood together in the open space of his connecting hallway, you'll look back on this in utter agony.
"She told me to rest."
You mutter it softly whilst JJ has a stupid lovesick grin plastered on his face, peering down at you like you are his lifeline. And you're peering up at him, with a small glint and awareness that he'd be gone with the wind when you reveal the surreptitious unknown.
"Want me to come with you? I'll have this wrapped up in like ... five minutes," he's eager that you'll say yes, mustering a middle finger at John B who is sighing in vexation. What he would give to pass senior year, John B fully know's he'll have to beg Pope to do this for the both of them.
It's an immediate no, he's 'not ready', therefore a cuddle is the last thing that needs to happen. Maybe if you wouldn't have eavesdropped you could've just lived in ignorance bliss.
Though it was never the truth.
"No!," you somewhat interject, keeping the cause of all this in mind. "No J, m'really tired, finish what you were doing yeah?"
His grin immediately falls to a pout, he can't force you if you won't let him. Instead he says nothing, shaking his head 'yes' with knitted eyebrows. Pulling your cupped cheeks in closer to feather multiple light pecks to your hairline, each one more eternal that the last.
With recollection that you'd be gulping down this hard to swallow pill on your own.
Coping; all you can manage to do.
Between punching multiple hard to find holes in your bedroom walls and covering them up with posters to gut-wrenching, pillow-screaming whimpers.
How does one ever truly 'get ready' for bringing a new life into this sought out world?
You'd been wallowing in the despair of having to be both a mother and a father, with JJ saying such thingsâ it's nearly certain he'll be out of the picture.
Alike with you, avoiding him on any given occasion.
Saturdays were date night and he consistently topped the last date, because even if schedules weren't aligning throughout the week he'd have that day to make it up to you, how ever he saw fit.
You ditched.
Texting something about, 'parents are on my ass, can't come tonght.'
On all occasions you found a way despite your parents thoughts, so JJ's suspicion is growing like immovable fire.
With that being said, a day later, he was secure in providing you with a loving semi-guilt trip, along the lines of 'if you don't come over tonight you are confirming that you don't love me anymore,' with a dauting smiley face.
Such a baby, unfortunate that he's not prepared for one because they would've gotten along just fine.
The reasoning behind why you are hopelessly distant from JJ in his twin sized bed. He's grumbling and mumbling after you pushed him away with a 'm'too hot right now.' Blankets thrown about in such a dimly lit room, his vivdly colored TV played a miscellaneous movie whilst his bedside table lamp joined in with its yellow toned rays.
His arms behind his head, colliding with the headboard in such a sensous way, shirtless figure scanning yours in yearning. Jesus, he just wanted to delve into your skin.
How could he ever resist you.
If he can't consume you with his fondling embrace, he will caress what's in reach.
Touching hard on his thoughts, whilst the likelihood of raising a baby on your own is arising in yours.
It's roaring loudly, along with the reality that you hid it from him.
What would've been the right thing to do?
A wash of panic prods, with JJ's lingering touch now against your skin. His digits dance like clockwork, ghosting your inner thigh. Before you can even retch out a 'stop' he's beneath the material of your old Bait Shop t-shirt that he lended you. Palming the skin expertly, and while he's at it he inches closer with his breath thick against your ear. Your mouth ran dry, lying still and flat in awkwardness, prying your focus on the random film. The small twin bed not giving you enough time or space to come up with another excuse.
"Missed you so much."
His voice is raspy against your ear, igniting every filament of your body that belonged to him. The hold he had on you, sickening and you are conversant with what's about to leave his mouth.
The more he keeps circling, and clinging to the small mound of your stomach, the more his mind goes blank. It had this particular bludge to it and he can writhe it beneath his fingertips. Horror fills your irises, whilst a bewildering form of fascination filled his.
There's no right way to ask as woman if their stomach has gotten bigger or if they've been eating more. That's like asking to get beat with a bat. You just don't.
JJ has foraged every unreachable portion that molds you and that ... that wasn't there.
That undeniable little Goddamn baby bump wasnât there.
Heâs studied you inside and out, and that just wasnât there.
Itâs freshly shaped and growing with glee.
His repeated motions are coming to a halt and they pause directly in the middle. Feeling for what he deemed this to be.
What the fuck? It runs rampant in his mindâ not negatively he just doesnât know what to think, how to say it, or how to not come off as a complete dick by asking what heâs about to ask.
âYour belly is more round than usual.â
Merely thought out, and not too harsh. Just stating the obvious at the rounded baby bump thatâs colliding with his calloused ring-clad fingers. The entirety of his large hand sprawled out in separated fingers. He sits straight up, hairs on the nape of his neck screeched outwardly.
âMâ a bit bloated.â
You donât take his words to heart as itâs obviously not from that. You smile, lying through your teeth once again. And JJ senses it, this is as pregnant a stomach if heâs ever touched one. His hands fall backward, beaming down at you in longing that youâll change your answer.
âBloated baby? Thatâsâ thatâs not ⌠bloated.â
Thereâs no interest in continuing on with this facade heâs felt it, heâs not a complete idiot. What informed John B of chants wickedly and is beckoning you not tell him. Youâve found you way back to his room with reason, so whatâs the use in hiding it anymore. The bump wouldâve become more noticeable anyway, you couldnât have gotten away with it forever.
âMâpregnant J.â
You are seated upward now, facing him whilst reaching for his large hands to take them into your smaller ones. Shared hands, facing eachother in criss crossed stances on that same old twin mattress. He shakes his head back in forth in disbeliefâ how is this real?
âW-what?! When did you find out? How?â shit. I mean I know how ⌠there was the time in the bathroom at the Wreck ⌠and that one time in the twinkie ⌠and-and letâs not forget about the time in the kitchen-â
âJ, thatâs not important right now, focus.â
You remind in interruption, nagging off his antics about the shared sexual rendezvous. The only only thing ⌠the only fucking thing JJ feels right now is sheer euphoria at the moment he gets to meet the little baby.
Always envisioning of being a father and giving his children all the love he had stored away from the beckoning of Luke. The love he got from his father was convenient love, and after every fight his dreams of the future family he could have grew tenfold.
âWeâre having a fuckinâ baby?!â
The fact the you didnât tell him beforehand is in the back of his mind, but heâs overlooking it in sheer elation. Joy for whatâs to come. For even that promise to tell each other everything is not enough to ruin this moment for him.
âYes, J.â
âLet me see!â
Heâs anxiously lifting the bottom of the shirt up, revealing a plump baby bump purging outwordly. And a toothy shit eating grin is plastered on his sweet lips, awe is evident and heâs stricken with amazement. You couldnât have asked for a better reaction, a better lover. Breezing past the part of him not being ready, because clearly you read into things too deeply if this is his truthful response. And it is, itâs so genuine you feel it in your bones. As heâs colliding his hands with your stomach once more, and connecting his lips with yours in celebration. Molding and mixing them together with ease, an effortless depiction of besot.
If only he could frame this and let it drift on for eternity.
âCarrying our baby so perfect, pretty girl.â
Letting this little heavenscent angel inside of you be a reminder that misunderstandings are a bitch.
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a/n : first jj fic! this is mostly unedited, so sorry in advance. this fic was totally not inspired by a nostalgic bridget mendler song hope you enjoy <3 requests are open
notes/summary : youâre grounded and stuck reading romeo and julliet when a certain visitor tries to get your attention from your window. | jj x f!reader, fluff, no spoilers for obx3
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being grounded was not supposed to be a part of your weekend plans.
well, to be fair, it wasnât the most prudent decision-making on your part either; sneaking in late from a party at the beach, drunk. especially on a school night too.
not your proudest moment, being caught red-handed by your parents as you tried and miserably failed to sneak into your bedroom window.
which is why you are here now- confined to the comfort of your home for the next two weeks. oh, and no electronics either.
phone? gone. laptop? also gone. hell, they even found your spare ipod from middle school in one of your drawers, so even your last resort is poof-gone.
so instead of being out with the rest of the pogues on another great adventure, youâre stuck, sitting at your bed catching up on reading romeo and juliet of all books for your english project due on monday.
you have to admit, itâs not the worst play your english teacher couldâve assigned. even with all the odd old-timey lingo, youâre still somewhat interested; likely because of the fact you hardly have anything else to entertain you, but still.
halfway through romeoâs sappy romantic monologue, you hear a loud clunk against your window. your gaze shoots up from the book up to the glass, contemplating whether to let it slide or get up to investigate.
you choose the former, too comfortable on top of your freshly made bed to set the book down and drag yourself over just to find nothing.
with a sigh, you restart the sentence you left on just to be interrupted once again by another thump coming from your window.
probably the gutter you think, until you see a pebble make contact with the aperture.
you push yourself up and trudge across the room.
your forehead presses against the cool glass whilst you try to find the source of the stones before you recognize the vague outline of someone standing in your front yard.
sliding the latch open, you lean against the ledge and stick your head out.
âhey! what do you think youâre-â
your sentence fades as your eyes meet jjâs, a big grin spread across his face.
another pebble lands on top of your roof and ricochets back onto your driveway.
âyou werenât answering our texts!â he shrugs, âsomeone had to make sure you didnât die.â
you roll your eyes, combing your fingers through your hair. âjeezus j! wait there.â
you quickly paddle down the stairs, simultaneously thanking all the gods that your parents were fast asleep at this time of night. you open the back door and gesture for jj to come in, bringing a finger up to your lips.
 âyou couldâve woken my parents up,â you chastize while half whispering-half yelling at him as he strides in, chuckling.
âyou had me worried, sweetheart.â
the use of your pet name makes your frustration dim slightly. you let out a small sigh-and even though you find it impulsive of him to be throwing literal rocks at your window in the middle of the night- you canât help but be relieved to see him here.
you shut and lock the door to your bedroom  as jj collapses onto your mattress, landing right on top of your open copy of the play.
âow fuck,â he exclaims, jumping into a sitting position. he rubs at his hip where there's surely to be a bruise tomorrow from the point of the book. âwhat was that?â
you roll your eyes again, relaxing back onto your bed  beside him with your cheek resting on your hand.
âshakespeare.â
jj snorts, picking up the book and placing it on your side table, âsince when do you read shakespeare of all things.â
âsince i got grounded and i have nothing else to do.â
âyou could do-âÂ
your palm shoves into his chest before he can finish his sentence. ânu, uh. what were you doing out there at two in the morning?â you question.
âiâm sorry, my lady.â he over-exaggerates an apology, grasping your hands in his. â will thou ever forgive thee?â he enunciates with the emulation of a shitty british accent.Â
you arch your brow, âfor tossing rocks at my window or for that horrible accent?â
âboth?â
âhmmâŚâ
âplease?â jj juts his bottom lip out, feigning a pout, looking at you with his beautiful blue orbs.
you let out a giggle, scooting towards him until your front is pressed up by his. you throw your leg over his torso- straddling him- and place your hands on the back of his neck, playing with some stray strands of his blonde locks.
âhmmâŚwell considering itâs what romeo did to get julliets attention, i guess I canât blame you for trying to be a romantic,â you respond, lips meeting the skin underneath his jawline.
jjâs hands run over your back, sliding up your flimsy pajama top suggestively.
âi thought that was just a thing gnomeo did in gnomeo and julliet, if iâm being honest.âÂ
you chuckle against his neck, pulling back slightly to lock your eyes with his, âyouâre fucking insufferable, jj.â
he tilts his chin up, bringing his lips to brush under yours, âlove you too, babe.â
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PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: some strong language GENRE: angst, fluff, friends to lovers SONG INSPIRATION: worst of you by maisie peters WORD COUNT: 1k
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you stood at the end of the dock, at your spot. the tip of your shoe skimming the surface of the water, shivering at the cool breeze that brushed past you.
wrapping your arms tighter around your body, searching for any type of warmth and comfort as you checked the notifications on your phone for what felt like the fifteenth time that hour, some were from pope and sarah but none from jj.
he promised he'd be here this time! you should've known.
this was the third time in two weeks that you would make plans and something had come up, his empty promises filled you with hope, only for him to be a no-show.
the sun was now setting. tears stung your eyes, sniffling whilst looking down at the ripples of the water finding no interest in doing what you were originally here to do.
"im so stupid, i really thought he was going to be here." shaking your head, more tears fell down your cheeks as you stood.
the walk home was absolutely miserable and the rain that had started to drizzle didn't help either. the few drops turned into heavy showers, having felt there was no need for an umbrella earlier on your clothes were now soaked right through down to your underwear.
opening your front door you were greeted by your excited sister waiting for all the juicy details, knowing that you were gonna confess and helped you get ready for the occasion too.
the tears that had once subsided now came flooding back, she just wrapped you up in a firm hug as you sobbed in her arms.
after you had calmed a little she sat you down asking you what happened or if he had rejected you, but you just explained how he never showed up. how he never even sent you a text about it?
"im gonna kick his ass! who even does that? no, no, no let me rephrase that. when has jj ever done that? especially to you of all people!"
that got you thinking, obviously, him not showing was really hurtful in general, but at the same time, it confused you since this was the boy who wouldn't let you carry your school bag as long as he was around or would bring you your favorite coffee in the morning even if he was late.
for the next couple of days, you avoided jj, which wasn't hard since he had different classes than you that week. the times that you guys did bump into each other you either made up an excuse or joined the sea of people who were rushing to get to their next lesson.
this had been far from easy for you, there hadn't really been a time when the two of you weren't together.
now you're here, sitting by yourself in the library doing your history project here since your laptop decided to stop working halfway through.
hours had gone by and you had made a ton of progress on your work, now sitting back and taking a long sip out of your water bottle as you proofread what you had written only to be interrupted by a loud bang from the entrance of the building, making you jump and turn to investigate.
a mistake on your part since you made direct eye contact with the mad blonde. ducking your head, gathering your things together before logging off seeing if there was any way of sneaking past him.
"what have you been?"Â fuck.
you tried to ignore and walk around him but were only pulled back to face him by your arm. gentle, his touch was so light like it always had been. he'd never hurt you. no matter how angry he got.
"answer me!" jj exclaimed, only to be shushed by the librarians.
everyone was now looking at the two of you, so you grabbed his hand, dragging him out of there. of course only for it to be pouring again.
"you have the audacity to be trying to call me out on this when you've ghosted me for almost a whole week and then expected us to just go back to normal? like everything's okay between us?" you scoffed, running your hands through your hair, huffing out a laugh.
"i was...busy, i couldn't help it! im sorry okay?"
having heard enough of his shit you walked out into the cold with jj following close behind you.
"y/n talk to me!" he shouted over the loud pattering, stopping you in your tracks, whipping around to face him.
"do you know why i asked you to go to our place the other day?"
he just shook his head.
"i have yearned for you for years, in secrecy and silence." your voice was almost a whisper, but he heard you.
"what?"
"its you jj, its always been you... im in love with you." both of your chests heaving heavily, finding it hard to catch your breath in the rain. tears filled your eyes as you tried to look everywhere but him. his stare felt almost too much.
"but you never said anything?" jjs voice broke as his own tears caressed his cheeks but were quickly wiped away by the raindrops.
"how could i? you're looking at me but you don't see me jj. do you know how that feels? i just want you to see me. please."
that's when he strode toward you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. tilting his head to the side as his lips brushed against yours.
his hands slid to your lower back, deepening the kiss. reaching up you intertwined your fingers in his hair lightly pulling at the wet strands, a muffled groan left him which only made you smile as you pulled away.
"i love you too, by the way, i didn't know if i made that clear or not?" jj joked which only made you playfully punch him.
the next day the two of you were both cuddled up in your bed sniffling, very sick from stupidly standing in a literal storm yesterday, but hey it was totally worth it in the end.
Š ruewrote.
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love lettersď˝lee sohee
synopsis: you wished to find out who your secret admirer is.Â
tags: lee sohee x gn!reader, high school au, fluff, troublemaker x class president, slight misunderstanding, happy ending
word count: 1.8k
my playlist while writing: good enough by chanyeol, spring day by bts, tomorrow today by jj project and here always by seungmin
another day, another letter. since last month youâve started receiving mysterious love letters from a secret admirer. they always appear on your locker when you least expect it. sometimes itâs a cheesy pick-up line, and other times itâs a heartfelt poem. one thing common with each letter was its horrific handwriting. some days you struggled to read what your admirer had written because of how messy the writing was. but in the end, you wouldnât have it any other way.
if you were a song, youâd be the best track on the album.
a smile rose to your face as you walk into the classroom. the day seemed a little brighter, the weight of your shoulders felt a little lighter. but the moment was ruined quicker than it had started, when you heard one irritating voice coming from the back of the room. âgood morning class president!â lee sohee shouted with a big grin on his face.Â
one day lee sohee was going to be the death of you. he was the so-called âtroublemakerâ of the class, and he made sure to make your life a living hell. sohee interrupts classes, asks stupid questions and then makes you explain things to him like heâs some type of baby who doesnât understand anything.Â
âmorning,â you answered in a monotone voice, sitting down on your seat. you turn to your friend seunghan, rolling your eyes out of annoyance. the boy next to you gives you a knowing look, a teasing smirk rising to his face. âdonâtâ you whined, pointing your finger at him. you turned back to the letter in your hand, your mind calming almost immediately.
âanother letter? i swear you have admirers left and right,â seunghan laughs.
âhaha, sadly i only care about one,â you said, sinking your head into your arms. if only there was a way to find who your secret admirer was.
meet me at the gates after school? canât resist you anymore ;)
you were bubbling with excitement when you found the latest letter in your locker. today was finally the day when you were going to meet the love of your life â or so you thought. you were happily packing your stuff when you heard antonâs voice coming from the classroom door. ây/n, are you ready for the meeting?â his quiet voice asked. right. you completely forgot about the student council meeting. your secret admirer must have to wait.
the council meeting lasted a lot longer than you had expected. you were now rushing towards the school gates in the hopes that the person who has been sending you letters for months would still be there. but you were too late. the only other people around were the other student council members, none which looked like they were waiting for you.Â
you missed them.Â
you canât believe it. after all this time, you still couldnât meet the person who has lightened your days for so long. you wished that by finally meeting your admirer you could pay all the kindness back to them. disappointed, you started making your way to the bus stop closest to your school. you didnât think your day could get any worse, but the universe was ready to prove you wrong. the only other person at the bus stop was none other than lee sohee himself, probably ready to make your life a misery.Â
but he didnât even seem to notice you. sohee ran his hand through his hair, a deep sigh leaving his mouth. youâve never seen him like this. sohee was never quiet, but then again, maybe you didnât know him as well as you thought.Â
finally sohee senses your presence, his gaze moving to you. his eyes widened in surprise as his body jumped off the bench. you gave him an awkward wave, but it didnât seem to go too well with sohee. the boy walked away before you could say anything. as sohee left in a hurry, he failed to notice the notebook he had forgotten on the bench. you heard your bus coming from behind as you picked up the book. quickly getting into the bus, you took a seat next to a window. you took a closer look at soheeâs notebook and you couldnât help but to get curious on whatâs inside of it.
sohee wouldnât mind if he never finds out, right?
you opened a random page somewhere in the middle of the notebook. the page was filled with what seemed to be song lyrics.Â
donât wanna waste all these meanings hold tight and dream on itâs what i love the most you with me, our memories
thatâs when it hit you. âthis handwriting is familiar,â you mumbled. opening your packbag, you searched for any of the letters you have received. reaching one of them, you put the letter next to soheeâs notebook â the handwriting matched.Â
sohee was your secret admirer?
sohee was a mess. what a fool he was, thinking that you could ever accept his love. maybe staying as your secret admirer wouldâve been a much better choice. but it was too late now, after you saw him yesterday after school. you must have been so disappointed to see him waiting for you at the gate. you didnât even have the guts to come and reject him!
sohee never thought about love before. he felt like it was a waste of time at this age. he could worry about relationships later, but then he laid his eyes on you. well, the two of you had known each other for years, but something changed a couple of months ago. sohee was going on with his day like normal, waiting for you to enter the classroom so he could bother you as usual. and then you walked inâŚ
it was like time had stopped. the sun peeked through the blinds and the light shined on you. soheeâs heart skipped a beat, red colour creeping to his cheeks. you looked utterly beautiful. had you changed your hair? or did you put on some makeup? the boy didnât know what had come over him. how did you suddenly make him feel this way? or had he always liked you and just didn't realise?
but now heâll have to put those feelings aside and move on. that meant no more letters for you, as much as that hurts him.Â
class was ending and sohee hadnât really seen you around all day. you must be busy with student council stuff like you usually are, which for once was good with him. the boy had no idea what class he had just sat through, as he had not paid any attention whatsoever.Â
so much so that he had failed to notice you entering the class. it wasnât until you stood in front of him that his eyes spotted you. his eyes widened, like a deer in the headlights. you placed something down on the table, but sohee couldnât see what as he was unable to tear his eyes off of you. you were gorgeous, and he could feel heat rise to his face. you were the only one who had this type of impact on him. too deep in his thoughts, he didnât realise you had started to speak.
âearth to sohee?â you waved your hand in front of his face. âcan we talk for a moment? i get if youâre busy, but i think we have some things to discuss,â you spoked, nervousness peeking through your voice.Â
sohee couldnât possibly resist you, how could he? he stood up immediately, getting ready to leave the room with you, but your arm stopped him. âyour notebook, itâs yours right?â you said, pointing at the book on his desk.Â
âoh right!â sohee laughed, grabbing the notebook and following you out of the classroom.
silence fell between the two of you as you sat down at the schoolyard. you were nervously playing with your fingers, finding the right words to say. sohee wasnât saying anything either, which was very unlike him. you decided to take a closer look at him, something youâve never done before. his eyes were soft as they wandered around, not quite sure where he was supposed to look. he was biting on his pouty lower lip, and there were a couple moles on his left cheek. his short hair was messy, pointing in different directions. sohee was nice to look at, he was cute even.
âare you just gonna stare at me all day? i mean i get it, iâm quite the catchâ the boy finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours, a smile rising to his lips.
a blush made it to your cheeks. âso⌠you wrote me all those letters?âÂ
âyeah, sorry to disappoint you,â he mumbled while lowering his head again.Â
âwhat do you mean?â
the boy scratched the back of his neck, his sweet smile long gone. âthat it was me, i mean, you didnât show up yesterday and i thought-â he started, his voice weak.
âi had council stuff to finish and couldnât make it on timeâ you interrupted the boy, wanting to finally explain yourself. âthen at the bus stop you were all weird and you forgot your notebook⌠and i took a quick look and your handwriting matched the letters but at that point i was already on my way homeâŚâ you went on. maybe you and sohee had started on the wrong foot, but now that you knew he had this softer side to him, you were starting to see him in a new light.Â
you moved on your seat, shifting a little closer to the boy. âiâm glad to know it was you,â you confessed, smiling at him. soheeâs head snapped towards you, face full of surprise. a shy smile rose to his lips, his cheeks hueing pink.Â
âreally?â he asked shyly. you took his hand to yours, as you nodded as conformation. âoh wow, this is not what i expected to happen,â sohee giggled, squeezing your hand. he looked deep into your eyes, his own ones conveying all the feelings he had carried inside him all this time. his hand came up to your face, moving away a few strands of your hair. his palm was warm, just like him. like magnets, the two of you started to lean into each other.Â
âis this when we kiss?â he said with a teasing smirk on his face. your face dropped, of course sohee would say something to ruin the moment.
a sigh left your mouth. âjust kiss me already,â you replied, grabbing into the collar of his shirt.
âgladlyâ he answered and finally your lips connected. his lips were as soft as they looked. both of soheeâs hands held your face, slightly squeezing your cheeks due to the boyâs excitement. he smiled into the kiss, a small laugh leaving his mouth.Â
you backed down a little, wanting to have a look at the boy. âwhatâs so funny?â you asked, voice filled with amusement.
âjust happy, thatâs allâ sohee said, giving you the brightest smile youâve ever seen. one that you wouldnât mind getting used to. ânow give me another one!â the boy in front of you said excitedly.Â
and you wouldnât have it any other way.
- end
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blue side of the sky (lmh) | twenty.
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âsummary:Â waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.
âpairing:Â lee know x f. reader
âgenre: (18+)Â exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut
âword count:Â 4.5k
âchapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, time jump!, surprise bday celebration for jisung, alcohol consumption/intoxication, just good times and good vibes honestly, san & minho have a moment, mentions of a death anniversary, flashback scene towards the end
âš A YEAR AND A HALF LATER ..
"Hey." You pick up the phone as Chan continues to drive off to the store. "Yeah, I'm getting them with Chan right nowâ you have the cake ready, right?â Minho, what do you mean you don't know if it's ready?"
"What?" Chan mouths out while letting out a small chuckle in the driver's seat. You give him a look before shrugging.
"I mean, as long as it looks good and it's edible? Ji will love it either wayâ we don't really have time to remake itâ mm, okayâyeah, I'll tryâ mmkay." Chan continues to eavesdrop on the conversation until you finally end the call and let out a sigh.
"What happened this time?"
"Minho is being too much of a perfectionist over his cake. It's done but he doesn't like the way it turned out. He's contemplating on re-doing the whole thing."
"Uh." Chan looks at the clock on the dashboard. "He definitely needs to do that now or else he won't make it in time for the surprise."
"I told him I'm sure it'll be fine, but he won't let it go." You shake his head. "I guess if he really wants to make it work, he will."
"What's new? I'm not even surprised he's doing this." Chan laughs as he pulls into the store's lot. Today was Jisung's birthday, and you and your friends decided to throw him a surprise party at a nearby restaurant and bar. Many people were invited, including his parents, Yuna and Yeong-Su, close coworkers, JJ, San and their friends. All in all, it was supposed to be a big gathering to celebrate your bestfriend's birthday.
Tonight, it was all about good people, good vibes and a good times.
Seungmin had lied and told Jisung he needed his help with an urgent project at workâ dragging him to the office even though Ji protested and whined about it being his birthday. Though, in true Jisung form, when a friend calls for help, he goes. So, Seungmin is currently keeping him at the office until everyone arrives and everything is set up. What project Seungmin ended up getting Jisung wrapped into, you weren't sure.
As long as it worked.
Right now, you and Chan were headed to the store to pick up the balloons and decorations, while Minho was at the cafĂŠ working on perfecting Jisung's cake. You've already come to know how much of a perfectionist Minho is, especially with his craft. You've seen the little tantrums he's pulled and the things he does when he isn't satisfied with his work. You aren't entirely surprised he's scraping the whole thing right before the partyâ you are more worried about whether he'll make it in time or not.
"I guess if all else fails, we can just have Seungmin keep him at the office until it's ready?"
"Yeah. But, he's gonna get suspicious."
"He'll be alright." You laugh a bit. Once you and Chan arrive at the shop, you gather the balloons that you've ordered at the frontâ Chan carefully holding the large order of balloons, while you help the staff member who is assisting you with carrying the stands you custom-ordered to go with Jisung's birthday backdrop. Loading the balloons into your uncle's old van was a challenge, but you shared a few laughs with Chan when the both of you tried adjusting the balloons in a certain positionâ popping a few in the middle of doing so.
"I mean, it honestly doesn't even look like we lost a few." Chan steps back to look at the balloons and you nod.
"You're right. It'll be fine." You shrug it off. "The backdrop will be the center of attention anyway." You hop into the car, Chan wasting no time to make his way over to the restaurant.
"When did you make those?"
"The backdrop and cut outs?" You look at him. "A few days ago. With my uncle's help."
"They're really nice."
"Want me to make some for your birthday?"
"Please?" You laugh and nod.
"Okay, Channie."
"Your uncle's van is bringing back memories. I didn't realize he still had it."
"Oh yeah, he refuses to sell it. Says it's still in really good shape and he could keep it around in case of emergency."Â
"Good times." Chan quickly looks over at you before shifting his attention back to the road. "Remember when Jisung told you about the times you went home for the weekend, and we used to come down and bother you?" You chuckle.
"Yes."
"We'd do it to see you, don't get us wrong. But we knew your uncle would take us to get ice cream at the shop and cook for us. His cooking is amazing. Can't ever turn that down for the school's food." He does a slight head tilt as he pulls into the restaurant's lot. "Wish we could go back to the good ol' days, you know? Simple times."
"You're telling me."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"How have you been feeling lately? If you don't wanna answer, that's totally fine too. You can tell me to fuck off and I won't feel offended." You chuckle.
"Good. Really good." Chan smiles as he turns down the street, the restaurant coming into view in the distance.
"Yeah? I'm glad."
"Mhm. I just feel.. happier."
"As you should." He clears his throat. "Can I ask you something else? You can really tell me to fuck off with this one if you need to." You laugh and shake your head.
"Try me."
"How do you feel about Minho after all this time has passed?"
"Hm." You hum. "IÂ feel.. relaxed." You look at Chan. "It doesn't feel like something is weighing down on my shoulders anymore, especially since I've gotten my chance to take everything in and slowly make peace with it."
"That's good. I'm glad."
"Mmyeah. But, you know, I think we're perfect the way we are." You shrug. "I don't wanna rush or ruin anything. We just feel better letting things be as they should be. He feels like my bestfriend again.
"I get that. I'm happy you feel that way, Y/N."
"I am too." You say. He turns into the lot of the restaurant, pulling up to the entrance before putting on the hazard lights.
"Alright, well. Let me run in and let them know we're just gonna unload everything real quick." You nod, unbuckling your seatbelt when Chan runs inside the restaurant to give them a heads up.
You begin to unload most of the decorations and balloons, leaving heavier items for Chan to haul upstairs to the room you and your friends reserved. The room could sit a good amount of people if necessary, a huge tv screwed onto the back wall for all your karaoke needs. Though tonight was going to be a good group, it still gave you enough room to decorate off to the side. Once everything had been moved from the van to the room, you begin to rearrange things; having Chan help move the tables and backdrop to your liking while setting up the balloons alongside of him. By the time you finish, Yuna and Yeong-Su come strolling in, setting their things on one of the tables.
"I'm here! What can I help with?" Yuna smiles, making you squeal as you hug her and Yeong-Su tightly.
"Might need help adding these in between the balloons." You hand her some decorations and she happily takes it. "Thank you."
"Anything for you! This looks amazing already, Jisung is so lucky to have you guys. For real." You and Chan laugh and nod in agreement.
Sooner or later, more people begin to trickle inâ starting with Jisung's parents, some of Jisung's close coworkers, San and JJ's friends, then Minho and JJ. Uncle Adrian shoots you a text to let you know that he'll stop by a bit after he finishes up with work, while Seungmin asks if everyone is ready.
"I think Seungmin is texting our separate group chat." Minho says, making sure the cake is sitting perfectly in the middle of the dessert table.
"I got it." You pull out your phone.
seungmin: everyone there? i'm running out of things to stall him with đ plus, he's working my last nerve
you: haha yes, everyone's here. you can come now!
seungmin: sweet. 15 mins tops.
So, all of you continue to hang out and chat around until Seungmin finally texts that he's just parked and about to head upstairs with Jisung. The room gets incredibly quiet, everyone afraid to take a breath as you all wait for Jisung to step through the room. You fiddle with your fingers when you hear footsteps getting a louder right outside in the hallwayâ Jisung immediately sliding the door open, eyes wide while he screams in fear.
"Surprise! Happy birthday!" Everyone yells loudly in their own way.
"What the fuck!" He screams, almost tripping and twisting his ankle when he steps back. "Ouch, fuck!" He continues to freak out, his eyes bulging out of its sockets. You laugh when you realize Ji is trying to make sense of what's happening, his expression mixed with utter confusion. "What is this?"
"Your birthday celebration, what do you mean?" You come to him and give him a hug, gently rubbing his back before pushing him forward into the room.
"All for me?" He questions even though he's already greeting his family and friends around the room.
"Yes!" You laugh while he points at the backdrop and balloons.
"Mine too?" You nod before Jisung points to the cake and looks at Minho. "You made that for me?"
"Yeah. Let me know which card I can charge it to." You playfully hit Minho on the chest and he laughs. "I'm kidding! Yes, I made that for you. I put my soul into that, so I hope you like it." Jisung smiles.
"He actually.. re-did the cake because he didn't like how the first one turned out this morning." You say. Jisung pulls the both of you in a tight hug.
"You guys are the best." He pulls back before reaching over for Seungmin and Chan again.
"You're welcome, pachi."Â
"Let's eat!" Chan rubs his tummy. "I'm hungry. Plus, we have a whole night of karaoke ahead of us."Â
"Sick! You're right." Jisung plops on a chair next to his family members. "I could eat."
The staff members are off to the side, ready to take orders from the separate tables. Once everyone settles, they start going around to begin with drink ordersâ many ordering bottles of soju and beer to get to a good level tonight. You sit in between Chan and Minho, going through the menu as you voice out what you want to Chan. He takes charge of ordering on behalf of the table, making sure every bit of Jisung's wishes are included. As soon as the alcohol and appetizers come out, everyone wastes no time getting started and digging in. Mid-way through, Jisung stands from his seat while obnoxiously tapping away at his glassâ calling for everyone's attention in the room.
"Hey! One second, please?" He says loudly. "I just wanna say a few things!"
"Boo!" Seungmin teases, making Chan nudge him to be quiet.
"Yeah, whatever." Jisung flips off Seungmin, his mom tugging on the hem of his shirt as a way to silently scold him. "He did it first!" Seungmin laughs. "Anyway, I just wanna say thank you to everyone for coming out tonight to celebrate my birthday with me." He turns to you, Minho, Chan and Seungmin. "And a big thanks to my bestfriends for planning and getting this whole thing together. Really have so much love for you guys. Through thick and thin." He raises his shot glass full of soju up.Â
"Happy birthday, Ji." Minho is the first to break the silence and raise his glass, everyone else chiming in afterwards with a loud 'cheers!' echoing in the room.
It's not long before everyone is grubbing down, with lots of good food to go around. Uncle Adrian finally arrives, taking his seat next to Yeong-su and Minho. Minho helps serve you some food from time to time, leaning over to ask you if you need anything. Everyone seems to be tipsy while enjoying their food, and you're happy to see that Jisung is in good spirits.
That's all you wanted.
When dinner is over, the staff quickly cleans up while the group takes pictures near the backdrop and Minho cuts the cake into even pieces. You all loudly sing happy birthday to Jisung and cause a racket before Minho offers cake slicesâ shyly brushing off the compliments he gets even though his ears turn a bright red.
Finally, karaoke kicks off with a loud and cheerful introduction song from Jisung and Chan. Everyone has continued to drink throughout the night [besides the designated drivers], leaving most to be drunk. For the most part, everything is fun. Lively. Entertaining.
Happy.
And it takes you a moment to fully take it in, to take everything in. Uncle Adrian is enjoying himself with Jisung's parents. Your bestfriends are singing along and supporting each other on the mic. It's exactly how you pictured this night to turn out.
All good vibes.
Like there isn't a cloud in sight, like there isn't a sudden storm threatening to take over.
Finally, it all feels genuinely good.
Real.
And the thought is enough to overwhelm you because boy, have you been waiting for this moment; for the universe to give you some kind of confirmation that things will be okay from here on out. You silently excuse yourself and slip out of the room, heading straight for the rooftop patio that the restaurant gives its customers access to enjoy. You slowly breathe in the air and take steps to the railing, letting your hands hang loosely over the edge as you take in the view.
Everything felt so overwhelmingly beautiful tonight, and for some reason, it makes you long for more comfort, more love. It makes you long for your mother because you wish she could be here to see you and your friends, to see how far you've come.
You miss her, and it's the last piece left that could finally close this chapter for good and push you forward into the next part of your life.
"W-where's Y/N?" Minho hiccups, downing the last of his beer.
"I'm not sure, she walked out not too long ago, but I assumed she was going to the bathroom." Seungmin looks at the doorway. "Do you want me to find her?"
"It's good. I'll go look."
"Are you okay to?" Seungmin chuckles at how tipsy Minho is.
"Yeah, I'm good." He gives Seungmin a pursed smile before heading outside, exploring the first floor from the second floor. He doesn't see you in general, main area of the restaurant, and he's not sure why you would be there. He takes another path towards the rooftop patio.
To his relief, that's where he finds you.
You're peacefully standing at the railing, looking at the city view under the night sky. You look so content and peaceful that Minho isn't sure if he even wants to bother you. But, before he can even think twice, he finds himself taking the steps overâ already eager to make sure that you're doing okay.
"Hey. You okay?" Minho comes to your side as you hang over the balcony railing with everyone having fun in the room below you.
"Yeah." You look at him with a small smile before returning your attention to the view. You can somewhat hear the muffled sounds of everyone singing loudly together to the karaoke downstairs, surely with cups in hand while they sip in between verses.
"You don't wanna sing?" Minho looks at you with hooded lids, clearly somewhat intoxicated from the alcohol they've downed in the past hours.
"Maybe later. Why don't you sing? You have a voice."
"I'm shy." You chuckle and sip on your soda. "I've been meaning to come out here to enjoy the view."
"Mm, it really is nice, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is. It's perfect tonight, too. Barely any clouds in sight."
"You're not cold?"
"No, I'm alright." You chuckle. "How are you doing there, champ?"
"I'm a few drinks in and pretty tipsy, but we're good."Â
"Good thing JJ's here, huh?"
"Mhm. Thank god." You let out a small giggle before looking back out at the view. It's quiet for a minute, but it's a comfortable silence. And it feels nice to be this way around Minho again. It took some time for you to get used to things after everything happened, but Minho never pressured you and let you gradually come back on your own terms, at your own comfort. He, of course, continued to keep a good distance. Though, it has been hard for him to. He still gets sudden urges to brush the hair away from your face, to swing his arm around your shoulder, to kiss you on the forehead.
But, he lets it pass. Because after all the fuck-ups he's made, after all the shit he's put you and your friends through, he wants to take this chance to show you better.
To be your bestfriend above anything.
To prioritize you and stop neglecting you, your needs.Â
To bring back the gold that you hold in your eyes.
"Minho."
"Yeah?"Â
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Actually, I think this might be the wrong time to do this." You look at him and smirk. "You're tipsy."
"Kinda, yeah." You snort. "But, try me."
"I wanna see my mom." Minho slowly nods and looks out at the view. "Her death anniversary is coming up, and I wanna see her."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I am." You give him a tiny, pursed smile. "I'm ready. Do you think you can bring me to her?"
"Yeah." He responds softly. "We can go. Just let me know if you're sure."
"There's something else."
"Hm?"
"I thinkâ" You let out a shaky breath. "I think I wanna see my childhood home, too."
"Oh." Minho looks at you. "Are you 100% sure about that?"
"It'll help give me closure." He nods. "I guess? I see the pictures but I can't help but continue to wonder what life was really like in that home. I wish I could remember."
"I understand." Minho clears his throat. "Mm, yeah. I can do that for you."
"Really?"Â
"Mhm." He lets out a small sigh. "Just promise me you'll be okay?"
"I will be. I need to do this and just.. move on."
"Okay." Minho gently nudges you with a small smile. "I know it isn't too cold, and it's super nice to be away from loud, drunk people." You chuckle and shake your head. "But, do you wanna head in? I'm sure Jisung, Chan and Seungmin are looking for you."
"Yeah, we can head in." Minho taps the railing. Before he could fully turn around, you place your hand on his armâ gently forcing him to stop in his tracks. "Wait, Minho."
"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"It is. But, I just wanna say thank you. For agreeing to take me."
"Y/N, it's not a problem. I'll do anything for you, whatever it is." You wrap your arms around his neck to give him a tight, meaningful hug. You breathe in his scent, taking in every bit of him, when he wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a gentle squeeze.
"I appreciate it a lot." You say softly before pulling away. You give him a tiny smile with a curt nod before heading back towards the karaoke roomâ Minho trailing behind you with his hands dug deep into his pockets. You take another pause before turning back to him, noticing that Minho's eyes have never left you. "You know, tonight went really well. I think we make a good team." Minho licks at his lips.
"Y-yeah." He nods. "Yeah, we do. We always do."Â Suddenly, you hear someone else come up to the patio, causing you to shift your attention towards the stairs. San stands there, awkwardly cracking his knuckles as he lets out a small chuckle.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just wanted to see if you were okay, plus get some air." He points up.
"I'm good. Thanks, Sannie." Â You give him a tiny, toothless smile. "We were heading back insideâ"
"Actually, Y/N you can head in first. I'll meet you there." Minho says, hands still in his pockets, eyes landing on San.
"O-oh, okay. I'll see you guys in there then." San nods, walking towards the railing to look at the view. Minho follows and stands next to him, arms lazily resting on the bar as well. It's silent for awhile, the both of them taking in the city lights, the distant sounds of car horns and the train passing by, the planes flying up ahead. San really just needed a breather, but if Minho wanted to talk, he'd let it happen.Â
After all, they haven't really done so after everything. Not that either of them owed it to each other, but the last thing San wants is for Minho to think there's bad blood or that he has something against him. He doesn't.
And Minho doesn't either.
"If you keep heading down this street and turn at that corner, there's this really good restaurant that serves tteokbokki. It's a small place, but they sell a huge serving for cheap. It's an old couple that runs the place. We used to go there a lot with Uncle Adrian." Minho randomly says to break the silence.
"I always appreciate a good tteokbokki spot."
"They told me Y/N's mom used to take her there often, especially to cheer her up when she had a bad day. It was like their tradition, so Uncle Adrian kept it alive after she passed." Minho lets out a small breath, rubbing his hands together. "Y/N misses her."
"Is everything okay?" San asks.
"Mm, yeah."
"With Y/N?"
"I think so. She just told me she wants to see her mom and her childhood home."
"Maybe she's finally ready."
"Her mom's anniversary is coming up. She asked me to take her."
"That's good. At least you can be there with her." San turns to him. "How are things between the both of you, by the way?"
"We're good." Minho looks down at his hands before returning his attention to San. "We're definitely better than before, and the time has been good to us. Especially her."
"It seems like things are more peaceful for her."
"Yeah, and I don't want to ruin that. I think I've done enough to her." Minho shakes his head a bit, moreso an action directed towards himself. "I just want her to be genuinely happy. That's all I care about."
"Despite everything that's happened, I know she cares about you a lot, and I know she cherishes the good moments you had together."
"I owe it to you."
"Me?" San points to himself and Minho lets out a small chuckle.
"IÂ just.. never got to say thank you. You know? For being there for her when I wasn't. For helping take care of her."
"You don't have to thank me."
"I do, and I genuinely want to. Having you close helped her a lot. I know she cares about you, too." San gives him a small smile before looking out at the view. "I've just been wanting to tell you that. I just wasn't sure how or when."
"All good. I'm glad you guys are doing better. That's all I wanted for you guys, too. Whatever is meant to happen in the future, just know she wouldn't wanna do it without you by her side." Minho returns the small smile.
"Anyway. Should we head back inside? The party's probably dying without us."
"You're right." San laughs as he walks alongside of him.
Upon entering earlier, you noticed that much hasn't changed since you stepped out to take a breather. Jisung drunkly threw an arm around you as he continued to sing loudly into the mic, eventually shoving it your way for you to take your turn. You tried to shake your head and crawl your way out of it, but Jisung guilt-tripped you by telling you he needed you to sing a song before the night ended and that you needed to do this for his birthday. You end up doing a little duet with Seungmin before passing the mic over to Chan to take over. Eventually, both San and Minho walk back in to join the party; singing along to the current song playing. When you glance at Minho happily singing along into the mic that has now landed in his hands, you give him a smile; happy to finally feel good around him after the things that have happened.
Tonight, you'll continue to enjoy yourself around your friends and good company.
Tonight, things feel perfect.
Tonight, things feel like the old times Jisung would talk about.
At least, you could give him that for his birthday.
âď¸ FLASHBACK | FRESHMAN YEAR IN COLLEGE
"Babe, hurry! He's gonna wake up." You whisper harshly as Minho struggles to light the last candle on Jisung's cake.
"He's gonna wake up? Are you serious?" You laugh seeing Minho's face.Â
"Okay, you're right. But, still!"
"Sometimes he doesn't even move at all when I come in to wake him up, and it kinda scares me." Seungmin whispers as Minho finally lights the last candle before carefully scooping it into his hands. The three of you laugh, trying to hold it in to prevent any excess noise. "Okay, let's go." Chan leads the way into Jisung and Minho's dorm suite, holding the door open for him with a balloon in the other hand. You and your friends walk up to the edge of Jisung's bed, finding your positions as soon as the clock hits midnight.
"Happy birthday Pachi!" You yell, the boys singing happy birthday next to you. Jisung shoots up from his bed, hair messy and all.
"What the fuck is happening?" He mumbles, voice husky as he's pulled straight from his sleep.
"It's your birthday, punk! Make a wish!" Chan says, all of you cheering him on while he rubs his eyes.
"So loud. I can't even see." He struggles to open his eyes.
"Make a wish!" You edge the cake closer to him, waiting for Jisung to make his wish and finally blow out his candles. You clap and cheer for him, continuing to sing him happy birthday even as he sleepily bounces along in his bed. Minho sets the cake aside and starts to cut it with a plastic knife, while Seungmin turns on the bathroom light to illuminate part of the room just enough for everyone to see what they're doing. Minho hands everyone a small sliceâ Chan eating on the edge of Jisung's bed, Seungmin sitting on Minho's desk chair, and Minho on Jisung's desk chair while you sit on his lap.
"Thanks guys." Jisung finishes his cake, hair still messy and all over the place. "Seriously, best birthday so far."
"What'd you wish for?" Seungmin asks, making Jisung glare at him.
"Why on earth would I tell you that?" Jisung laughs.
"We're friends, I'm sure it'll come true no matter what."
"Hm." Jisung pouts a bit. "I just want us to be friends for as long as we possibly can."
"Is that what you wished for?"
"Yes." Chan laughs.
"Swear?"
"Yes, I mean it!"
"Liar. That's a no brainer."
"I really do want us to be friends for a long time. I appreciate you guys more than anything."
"Aw, Ji. Of course." You pinch his cheek. "Happy birthday."
"Thank you." He smiles at you and Minho before taking a quick swig of water. "Can I get back to sleep now? We can do whatever later on, just wanna sleep a bit more though." You laugh and nod, taking some foil to wrap around the cake.
"Okay, birthday boy. But, we'll be back later to celebrate some more." Jisung is already laying back down at this point, so he throws a thumbs up in the air. Chan and Seungmin quietly bid their farewell's and goodnight's before walking back to their room. After you clean up around Jisung's area, you step outside of the room with the cake in your hands while Minho zips up his jacket and shuts their door close.
"I'll walk you back to your room."
"Thank you." You smile at him. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?" You playfully pinch his cheek.
"Yeah, we do."
âď¸ END
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excited to read your new post soon after i send this in, but just came up with another fluff idea for you possibly?
could go in the trio and the toddler story for sure, or whatever you see fit haha. but knowing ace is a stay at home mom (for the most part) and weâve kinda seen how exhausting that can be for her, i was thinking we could see a lazy day of just ace and henry. we are in flu season and everybody is slowly starting to get sick already so that could also be a contributing factor to their tiredness.
they end up falling asleep on the couch to some movie or anything in the background. henry is of course, like jj, so heâs sprawled on top of ace as she manages to keep a grip on him so he doesnât roll off. but theyâre totally knocked and itâs the most adorable sight for emily and jj to walk into (they definitely donât take 1000 pics for memories cuz thatâs just absurd)
would be funny to see that someone (emily) didnât turn off their flash so it ends up waking up ace and she panics for a quick second
Done and done, my friend.
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