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Trophy wife

Pt. 2 is out - It´s Mutual

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~ 4.5K

Warnings: Typical case descriptions, kissing and petting, enemies to lovers, a set up for a smut. Summary: When an unsub targets trophy wives, (Y/N) is asked to go undercover with her nemesis, Spencer Reid, posing as a couple to lure the killer. As they navigate a high-stakes operation, tensions escalate, blurring the lines between their professional and personal animosity.

Preview: "All this animosity, the bickering... we don't actually hate each other; we want each other.” He stared into my eyes before continuing, “And I don't think I can go another day without tasting you."

A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first-ever fanfiction. I initially wanted to write smut, but to add depth, I decided to craft this background story. English is not my first language. I hope you all enjoy it, and any and all comments are appreciated 🍒

“Are those poker chips?” Derek asked as the images from the most recent crime scene appeared on the screen behind Garcia.

"Bingo, my lucky charm! Those are poker chips, and you've hit the jackpot," Garcia continued. “This is the second woman to be found in a motel room stabbed and extremely beaten in the last two weeks.”

“The Vegas police have requested our help,” Hotch informed as he analyzed the pictures.

"Well, either he really likes poker, or he's on a mission to prove that crime can be a high-stakes game..." Rossi blurted out the corny joke.

"Well, he's certainly raising the stakes in our investigation," I added, my remark eliciting another round of chuckles.

"Children, behave, please," JJ said jokingly, attempting to redirect the team's focus to the situation at hand.

As the room settled, I spoke, "The persistent appearance of poker chips as a signature strongly suggests a connection to the unsub’s personal experiences, perhaps indicating a deep involvement with poker, possibly even as a player. Maybe…”

Reid interrupted “While symbolism is intriguing, we should prioritize empirical evidence. Jumping to conclusions based on perceived patterns might lead us astray." His tone carried a subtle bitterness, as if questioning the validity of my analysis.

And there he fucking was again, Dr. Spencer Reid, perpetually questioning my every move, as if my mere presence irked him.

Our relationship, if you could call it that, was filled with continuous arguing.

What fueled his relentless skepticism went beyond professional rivalry; it was personal. He harbored resentment because I had replaced his friend, Alex Blake, when she decided to leave the BAU.

This animosity was mostly one-sided. Initially, I admired Spencer's intellect and respected his dedication to the job, and I am also not blind, so I naturally thought he was a very attractive man. However, his hostility forced me to create barriers and reciprocate with a guarded demeanor, and then, naturally, I learned to actually enjoy annoying the shit out of him, making him snap.

"How can you have an IQ of 182 and be so dumb at the same time? You may be intelligent, but you lack common sense sometimes." I shot back.

Reid stared into my eyes for a moment with a mix of shock and rage on his otherwise monotone, expressionless face. His own eyes narrowed, and he responded, "it’s 187, and (Y/N), I would advise you to mind your manners when addressing me. My intelligence exceeds yours far more than could be explained by a number."

"The sheer brutality of these killings unmistakably points to an unsub fueled by intense rage. The way the victims were forcefully and repeatedly stabbed suggests a perpetrator with considerable physical strength and stamina.” Derek decided to cut off the feud before it even began, bringing my attention to images of the crime scene.

"The messy and disorganized scene adds another layer to the unsub's profile. Women just tend to be cleaner, so we are definitely dealing with a man,” JJ added.

“They are waiting for us; we can discuss the rest of the preliminary profile on the jet, wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said as he stood up, the team following right after.

--x--

"We've got another body," Hotch announced as he entered the small meeting room lent to us by the Las Vegas police.

By now, we had effectively linked the unsub to the poker world, as our victims, all married, were all last seen accompanied by their partners at casinos during poker nights. Although we've had some breakthroughs, the mystery of his identity and motive persisted.

“Rebecca Miller, 29 years old, was last seen all over her husband at Riverside Casino before she disappeared when she told him she was going to get them drinks,” he added.

"She certainly fits the victimology—young, beautiful, and married to an avid poker player,” JJ remarked, her gaze focused on the photo of the victim.

Rossi cuts in, “They must be raking in serious cash playing poker. Why else would these stunners be tying the knot with someone clearly out of their league?”

And then it hit me: “They're trophy wives,” I exclaimed.

"Trophy wives?" Reid immediately questioned me, not turning his back to even look at me as he continued to draw lines on the board while working on the geographical profile.

“These women, young and beautiful, carefully curated for a certain image, accompanying their husbands to the poker game, spend the entire night all over them. How had we not seen the glaring pattern before?"

Reid, in a dismissive tone, interrupted. "That's a very simplistic and uninformed view, (Y/LN). These women had successful careers. Assuming they're merely trophy wives diminishes their individuality."

“Just because they have successful careers doesn't mean they can't be used as an accessory for their husbands. It's not about undermining their achievements but acknowledging the possibility of a specific dynamic in their relationships,” he turned, joining everyone’s eyes that were already on me. “We need to consider all angles, not just the ones that fit neatly into your rational worldview."

"Acknowledging possibilities is one thing, but chasing baseless theories is another. We can't afford to indulge in wild conjectures without solid evidence."

“Sometimes you're so buried in your 'facts' that you miss the human element of the cases."

Reid, not one to back down, fired back with a touch of disdain. "It's called objectivity (Y/LN), something you might want to consider before letting personal biases cloud your judgment."

"I'm the one who lets personal things cloud my judgment." I raised my voice. “You're the one who's been a little bitch to me since I came onto the team, so don't talk to me about taking things personally here,” I shot back. “You've had a problem with me from day one, and it's about damn time you admit it instead of being such a child about it.”

Reid, with a hint of defensiveness, retorted, "This is about doing our job objectively; your presence doesn't change the standards we uphold in the BAU, but clearly you don’t meet them.”

"That's enough!” Hotch cut us off with a stern tone, his words slicing through the room. "I think we should explore that possibility. Are there any other leads?"

Spencer spoke "Actually, I've been working on the geographical profile, and it seems that, looking at the last victim’s place of abduction, he is going in a straight line." As Spencer drew on the board, he explained, "Look at this: the first victim was last seen at the Lotus Casino Central, the second victim at the Charlaton, and now Rebecca at the Riverside. It's a straight line, which means..."

"He's heading for the Bellagio next," JJ concluded, connecting the dots of Spencer's thought.

Rossi suggested. "Now that we know where he's likely to strike next, perhaps we can set up an operation to catch him; he’s been striking on poker nights.”

Hotch, considering the strategy, added. "Yes, an undercover op might be our next chance." He paused, scanning the team, before focusing on me. "(Y/N), you have experience as an undercover agent, and you actually resemble the victims. Would you mind going in?" The room fell silent as the weight of the proposition settled among the team members.

"Yeah... sure," I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the pictures of the victims, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Derek, sensing my apprehension, offered reassurance. "Hey, it's okay. You're not going in alone. It has to be a couple, so you'll have someone to have your back."

"Can you come with me?" I asked Derek, knowing that he made me feel safe and would always have my back.

"Actually,” Hotch interrupted, "I want Reid to go with you."

My frustration boiled over, and I exclaimed, "You've got to be kidding me." My head fell into my hands as I sighed, dreading the complications that might arise.

"What, why?" I heard Reid ask.

Hotch explained, "(Y/N) needs a poker player husband; you’re the only one who could actually pass as an avid poker player. I trust you can both behave professionally and put your differences aside.”

I let my head rest on the table as it dawned on me that that was the only option.

--x--

JJ pulled out all the strings, ensuring we had everything necessary to play our roles seamlessly. She provided a stunning black dress, matching pumps, and exquisite jewelry, including an engagement ring and wedding band for added authenticity. I admired my reflection; the thought of spending the upcoming night with Spencer made me feel lightheaded.

My mind constantly drifted towards the anticipation of his touch, the sensation of his strong hands on my body, and the way our eyes would lock during conversation. Despite it being an undercover mission, it felt like I was gearing up for a date with my nemesis, and my heart raced in response.

I remember the day I met him all too well.

He walked into the bullpen, and my breath caught in my throat as I took in his handsome bone structure and beautiful brown eyes. I couldn't keep my eyes off him; he was handsome, but then... he opened his mouth.

“Sorry, I don't shake hands. Did you know the average person carries about 4,000 bacteria on their hands? It's a breeding ground for germs; touching a toilet seat is actually cleaner."

I stood there, utterly dumbfounded. What the fuck did he just say? Did he genuinely suggest that touching a toilet seat is cleaner than shaking my hands? My mind raced, attempting to conjure a response, but he had already turned away.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special, Agent Spencer Reid," I retorted.

"It's Doctor, not Agent," he corrected, annoyed, as he continued to walk away.

Why did he have to be such a dick? A hot dick, for that matter, I thought as I fixed my makeup.

"Are you ready, or should I tell the unsub to wait because you need to keep fixing your lipstick?" A voice spoke from the darkness of my room.

“Jesus fucking Christ Reid, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I jumped from my place, surprised to see him standing there, leaning on the frame of my bathroom door.

"First of all, your door was unlocked, and second of all," he shook his head disapprovingly. "That's a very foul mouth you have; you should really watch your tongue," he said as he looked me up and down, clearly admiring how the dress hugged my curves and accentuated my breasts.

From the corner of my eye, I took in his appearance. I was awed by the way the tailored suit fit him like a glove. My heart beat faster as he came closer, standing next to me.

I looked into his eyes through the mirror and said, “I don't think he can blame me for that.”

"Too bad the unsub won't get to see it," he said. His left hand was placed on my waist. With a quick spin, he pressed me against the counter and held me in place. My breath hitched in my chest as my back was pinned against the solid surface. His other hand reached for a wipe. He wiped it across my lips, clearing away any remaining traces of red lipstick.

"Since we have to act like a couple, I don't want your lipstick all over me tonight." His new-found confidence caught me off guard, but I retaliated with my own sharp response. "Well, it's not my fault you don't know how to kiss a girl with lipstick on, Doctor.”

Spencer laughed at my remark and replied, "There is a car waiting to take us to the casino." He said this before he left.

--x--

Spencer and I found ourselves going over the details of the plan during our journey to the casino. It was simple; our initial objective was to seamlessly integrate into the casino's dining scene, mirroring the couples we were emulating.

The plan dictated that Spencer and I had to project the image of a couple deeply in love, sharing glances, engaging in affectionate gestures, and creating an atmosphere that would draw the unsub's attention. Spencer would transition to the poker tables, just as the husbands of the previous victims had, all while showcasing his "trophy wife."

As the night progressed, I would strategically separate from Spencer to lure the unsub into action.

Inside the casino, Rossi and Morgan were playing their part as players, keeping an eye out. The rest of the team was in a van, ready to jump in if things went south.

The objective was clear: we had to convincingly portray a couple deeply in love, where the man displays his beautiful wife for everyone to see, replicating the behavior of the previous victims.

The tension in the car was palpable, and we exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the complexity of our roles. The success of the operation hinged on our ability to draw the unsub's attention, making him believe we were just another couple enjoying a night out.

The atmosphere in the casino was buzzing with energy as Spencer and I entered. The dim lights, the soft murmur of conversations, and the distant chiming of slot machines created a backdrop for our elaborate charade.

As we made our way to the bar, I took Spencer's hand and held it with mine. "You're really going all out for this undercover mission, huh?" he asked.

"The more convincing we are, the more it'll attract the unsub's attention," I replied.

"Yeah, just make sure you don't take it too far and end up falling for me," he said with a small grin.

I let out a genuine laugh at that remark. "That's a good one, Dr. Reid."

Spencer sits down on a stool, and as I stood between his legs, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close.

"So what should I call you?" he inquired, his gaze focused on mine.

"What should you call me?" I echoed, my voice filled with confusion.

"I'm not going to address you by your real name, (Y/N). We need undercover names. So, what's it going to be?" He searched for a response. I took a moment to ponder, but before I could answer, he suggested with a smirk, "How about love? or pretty girl? ... or… Angel?" His pause allowed him to savor my reaction. Heat flushed through me as those endearing terms rolled off his tongue. "Angel seems to resonate with you," he teased, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you? The praise?" He inquired, observing my silence. His head came to rest on my shoulder, and he then spoke with a low murmur in my ear, "If you behave, there's more where that came from."

I closed my eyes, not believing what was happening. Was this real? Was Spencer really saying these things to me? And during a mission?

"You seem awfully quiet for someone who doesn't know how to shut the fuck up," he said, his lips brushing against the side of my neck. "If I'd known all I had to do was praise you, I would've done it sooner."

"It takes more than a few sweet words to keep me quiet," I said softly, still stunned by his words. His lips brushed against my neck, giving a small kiss to my pulse point. The heat of his breath and the soft touch of his lips sent shivers down my spine, and my breath caught in my throat. My heart was pounding in my chest as he slowly moved his hands along my waist and small back, sending waves of sensation through me. The tension was palpable, and I couldn't focus on anything but the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

“Doctor Reid, this is highly inappropriate.”

“On the contrary, Angel, see, this mission requires us to act like a couple, so I'm simply enjoying my time with my wife,” he spoke as his small kisses traveled from my neck along my jawline. “As you said, the more convincing we are, the more it'll attract the unsub's attention,” he said, placing a single kiss by the corner of my lips.

Suddently, Hotch's voice suddenly disrupted the moment as he barked over the wire in my ear, "Guys, great job. We've got a male in his late 30s to early 40s staring at you; he's moved closer since you arrived. He could be our unsub."

"Common angel, let's give him a show," Spencer pleaded, his hands strongly pulling my body closer to his. It shocked me to experience this side of him, but there was something exciting about it. Maybe it was his confidence and assertiveness, or maybe it was the way he was taking control and leading the interaction.

"(Y/N)” He spoke quietly. “I'm only going to kiss you if you give me permission," he said, pinning me with his intense gaze, his hand resting on my chin. His eyes were dark, and his lips were plump, inviting and calling for my attention. I couldn't even form a "yes," but he knew what I wanted. I pulled him by his tie, and our lips collided in a hot, messy kiss. Our breath combined in the air, our bodies pressed together, and the heat of our passion was irresistible. I was taken aback by his skill and technique, and I was completely unable to resist him. The kiss was like a tornado of pleasure, sweeping me off my feet and taking my breath away.

Spencer pulled away from the kiss, his arms wrapping around my body, and pulled me in for a hug. His body was warm and comforting. "He's standing right behind you, gray suit, red tie, black hair," he whispered in my ear, his voice low enough not to be noticed by anyone standing nearby.

"Should we join them?" I asked softly, glancing over toward the tables of poker and motioning for Spencer to start playing.

"Absolutely, my love,” he said as we mooved.

Still a little dazed from the hot and passionate kiss that happened moments before, my mind was on fire and my panties were ruined. How am I supposed to continue my life after knowing the effect Spencer had on me? My racing thoughts were only interrupted by seeing the suspect following us to the tables. My body immediately reacted, and I felt myself clinging to Spencer's arm.

After Spencer sat down at the closest table and began playing, he and I would frequently exchange intimacy. He would softly caress my arms and hands that were wrapped around his neck, where I would plant some kisses for everyone to see. Our actions would make it clear to everyone that I was his prize and that he was showing me off as his trophy wife.

As he played, I would praise and encourage him, saying things like, "You're doing so well, baby.” I could see that he was enjoying my praise and encouragement, because even though he was a very skilled and experienced player who had been banned from a number of casinos, he was not playing as well as he usually does. It seemed like the praise and attention were distracting him and throwing him off his rhythm, which could be considered a bit of a bonus for me.

I knew that I needed to get the unsub to follow me, so I quietly informed Spencer that I was going to go get fresh air on the balcony outside, and he immediately understood. I planted a hot kiss on his lips before I left, missing him as soon as I walked out of the balcony.

The unsub immediately followed me outside, approaching me with two drinks in hand and offering me one. "You look like you could use a drink," he said. My heart raced and my breathing quickened as he got closer, but I kept a cool, confident attitude.

"It's laced (Y/N)" Morgan snapped through the wire in an urgent tone. "Make him talk so Garcia can check his records."

"Thank you, handsome," I said to the unsub in front of me, seductively raising my eyebrows and flashing him a flirty smile as I sat the drink down on a nearby table.

"That's a big rock on your finger," he pointed out, glancing at my, unknowingly, fake engagement ring. "Why are you here all alone? Where is your husband?" He continued, raising an eyebrow and asking the question directly, as if he didn't already know the answer.

"I could ask the same thing," I said with a playful, flirtatious edge to my voice. "Where is Mrs...." I paused, leaving the question trailing off and hoping that he would finish it.

"Mrs. Desmond stayed at home; she doesn't really like poker," he replied. "I am Steve, by the way," he added, reaching out to shake my hand.

I shook his hand, my heart quickening as I heard Garcia speak from my wire: "Steve Desmond, a 39-year-old banker, is divorced; his wife left him after he lost all of their money on poker.” "The divorce dates coincide with the killings,” Garcia added.

“That sounds like a trigger.” I heard JJ´s voice. “He also assaulted a prostitute a couple of years ago, but the charges were dropped and he was never convicted," Garcia finished.

"That's our guy (Y/N). Keep him talking,” Hotch said.

"Is everything okay?” Steve spoke as he picked up my cup; he then lifted it to my lips. “You look like you need to relax.” His voice was tinged with aggression as he grabbed my attention.

“I'm not thirsty, thanks.” I stepped back, trying to keep my distance, but he refused, and his grip on my arm was now quite forceful.

"I'm telling you," he said angrily. "You're clearly nervous. Just a tiny sip won't hurt." I tried to break free of his grip, but he was stronger than me and refused to let go. I was getting increasingly nervous and afraid.

Suddenly, I could hear Spencer's voice behind me, and he appeared like a whirlwind. He punched the guy right in the face, knocking him back into the wall and sending the cup flying out of his hand. He was strong and quick; the unsub didn't stand a chance against him. Spencer quickly pulled his handcuffs, cuffing him without even breaking a sweat. "FBI! Steve Desmond, you're under arrest for the killings of Amanda Crane, Juliet Sand, and Rebecca Miller.”

Morgan helped the unsub from the gound, picking him up and carrying him out as he spoke, "Steve Desmond, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk to an attorney for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford it…” His voice faded as they left.

Once Morgan took the unsub out of sight, Spencer came up to me and held me tightly, checking over my arm that was red from where the unsub had grabbed me earlier. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice full of concern and care.

Spencer's embrace reassured me, and I responded with a soft affirmative. "Um, yeah..." I said softly, the lingering fear and tension still coursing through my veins. After a moment, he gently let go of me, and the two of us left the scene to go back to the car that brought us there. Spencer got behind the wheel and took us to the motel.

After the quiet ride home, Spencer led me to the door to my room. I could no longer contain the fury I was keeping inside and needed to let it out.

"I had him. I didn't need you to intervene so quickly," I said in a slightly annoyed tone, expressing my frustration that Spencer had stepped in and taken care of the situation before I could. I felt like I had been doing a good job handling the situation myself and that Spencer had robbed me of an opportunity to take down the unsub myself.

Spencer's eyes widen as he speaks. "Oh, really?" he said, his tone getting angrier as he continued. "I didn't realize you had everything under control. I just figured that the guy having his hands all over you and aggressively grabbing your arm was cause for concern. But clearly, you didn't need any help."

"Oh, right, because clearly, I was in so much danger," I snapped sarcastically. "As if you know better than I do how to handle myself in a situation like this."

"I'm not going to sit around and watch some creepy-as-hell psychopath put his hands all over you and put you at risk of being hurt or worse. Get it through your head; I'm not going to let that happen."

"Oh, right, I wasn't aware this situation called for a 'white knight' to swoop in and save me from myself," I said. "Since when did my safety become your problem?"

"Since the moment we met, you stubborn brat," Spencer snapped back.

"Since the moment we met? That's so much bullshit. Since when did you care about my safety so much?" I pointed it out. "You've never shown me any compassion before, so why now?”.

And then, suddenly, his lips were on mine, my back pressed to the door with a thud. I felt the heat of his passion and the tension that had been building between us explode in an instant. He kissed me with so much force and passion that I got breathless and had to pull away.

“What the fuck was that about?” I whispered, not being able to back away from his hold.

"Since I kissed you in the casino, I finally understood," he muttered, his forehead resting against mine. "All this animosity, the bickering... we don't actually hate each other; we want each other.” He stared into my eyes before continuing, “And I don't think I can go another day without tasting you."

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gublur · 6 months

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AKA, Appreciating Loki Season 2 arch for 5 minutes straight, or Low-key simping for Loki for 5 minutes straight...😁

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gublur · 6 months

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BATTLE SCARS

Part 2 of kinktober | main masterlist

What started out as innocently counting body scars with your coworker, who you were stuck in the same bed with, ended far from being innocent.

sub!spencer x fem!reader; Face sitting, male and female oral, body worship, cockwarming

words: 6,300 (I couldn’t help it the buildup was fun to write)

a/n: I hope this shows up on your page because apparently this app hates me

"THERE’S ONLY ONE ROOM LEFT."

Of course, there is, you thought, eyes glancing over to your partner of the day. Spencer was the one you were partnered with when Hotch had sent you to check on the victim's childhood home. He's good at deducing clues, was what your unit chief had said, and although those words were well-intentioned, you couldn't help but feel slightly dejected.

One month of working in the BAU meant that everyone would scrutinize you, even when you knew you were more than capable of doing the job. It wasn't like you were randomly picked for this position. You went through the same process as everyone else did. You were as smart as everyone was but it seemed that your boss still thought you needed a babysitter to do this simple task.

One month of working as the latest addition to the team also meant you didn't know your colleagues that well, which was why you wondered what was going through Spencer's mind in this current predicament. What did he think of the sudden thunderstorm hitting this remote town just as you were about to leave? What did he feel about having to seek shelter because driving in this terrible condition wasn't a choice anymore?

And what ran through his mind when the guy behind the counter, who looked like he didn't even want to be here in the first place, said there was only one room left?

"Are you sure?" Your coworker pressed on, eyes darting across the computer screen sitting on the desk. "Did you check every room? All of them?"

The man in front of him quirked an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm not doing my job right?"

"No, he's not," you cut in. You glanced at Spencer, noticing he was constantly fidgeting on his feet. You might not know him well enough, but you were a profiler, and with the way he kept shifting his weight from one leg to another, you could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation. You wondered what had him so worked up like this. Was it the idea of having to spend the night with a woman?

Well, he did seem like the type of guy who didn't have his fair share of nights with the opposite sex, but then again, you weren't going to start guessing his personal life. Although you did once see him act all bashful in front of a witness who, you had to admit, was the epitome of sweet and innocent. Her traits were probably on the top list of his preferred type, exactly the opposite of yours.

Huh.

So was it just the idea of spending the night with you that ticked him off?

"It's fine," you said, looking back at—you narrowed your eyes at the name tag clipped on his shirt—Kevin. His name was Kevin. "We'll take it."

Spencer's eyes fell on you. "But—"

"But it's pouring outside and neither of us should be driving in this horrible weather," you added. "End of discussion."

He looked like he was about to retort a reply when a sudden string of light cackled through the night sky, followed by another heavy downpour. He winced as his shoulders slumped, another posture of discomfort but one with a hint of defeat. You saw him reluctantly nod from the corner of your eyes.

"Alright," he finally said. "We'll take it."

Kevin slid a key across the wooden desk. "Room 306."

You thanked him and grabbed onto the key before turning on your heels. The walk to the room was extremely quiet except for the constant sound of the rain pouring outside. Spencer shuffled his feet beside you, and even though you wanted to fill in the silence, the thought of him not wanting to room with you annoyed you more than you wanted to admit.

Were you really that bad? Was the idea of sharing a room with you repulsive for him to act this way?

When you finally reached your shared room, an immediate sense of awkwardness washed over you like an unexpected wave. The room, though not large, was well-furnished and neat. But what caught your attention was the sight that greeted you in the dimly lit space. In the center of the room was a bed—not large enough to be luxurious, yet not small enough to be cozy.

Your eyes met briefly with his and a moment of unease passed between you two. Finally, he broke the silence with a hesitant voice. "I can sleep in the car."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his suggestion. "It's pouring outside."

"Right." He sighed, realizing the impracticality of his proposal. "Well, then I'll, uh, sleep on the floor."

"Reid." Your narrowed eyes fixed on him, your patience wearing thin. "The bed is big enough for the both of us. I don't mind sharing."

He paused, clearly taken aback by your straightforward response. "A-Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't," you replied, showing your back to him. "I'm going to use the bathroom first."

"U-uh, yes. Sure. Of course," he stammered, his voice trailing off as he watched you leave the room.

You retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind you with a soft click. As you washed your hands and splashed some cool water on your face, you couldn't help but wonder what had led to his initial hesitance. The storm outside was fierce, and the idea of venturing into it to sleep in the car or on the floor seemed impractical, to say the least. You knew that sharing the bed was the most sensible option, but there was an unspoken tension in the room, and you couldn't quite put your finger on why he had been so reluctant.

Turning off the tap, you took a deep breath. Whatever. He could act all uncomfortable as much as he wanted and you could pretend he wasn't even there. So you decided to shed your jeans, leaving yourself in the oversized button-up shirt that served as your makeshift nightwear.

The shirt fell gracefully to the middle of your thighs, offering a sense of ease you couldn't find in your uncomfortable jeans. With them neatly folded and placed on the bathroom counter, you looked back into the mirror one last time, straightening your wrinkled shirt, and ran a hand through your hair before stepping back into the room.

You found him seated on the edge of the bed, his posture awkward and uncertain. You watched as he shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting toward the single window in the shared space, his eyes narrowing each time a particularly strong gust of wind rattled the pane.

You decided to break the silence. "You know, it's just a little rain. We'll be out of here as soon as the weather clears up tomorrow."

His gaze finally met yours, and you saw a mixture of frustration and something else, something deeper, in his eyes. "It's not about the rain," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation.

So it really was about you.

His gaze then traveled over your exposed skin, and you could see his eyes growing wide, clearly taken aback by your choice of attire. "W- What are you wearing?"

Unable to suppress a chuckle at his sudden shift in demeanor, you decided to play along. "Do you mean what I'm not wearing?"

He blinked, his response caught in his throat, leaving him momentarily speechless. His gaping mouth and wide-eyed expression only fueled your amusement. You shrugged in response, trying to play off his intense gaze, but you felt his eyes linger on your thigh, fixated on the long scar mapping along your skin.

"Reid," you called out, and he looked up at you, his expression wry as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have been.

"Y-yes?" he stammered, clearly flustered by being caught in the act.

You pointed toward the bathroom. "You can use it now," you suggested.

His face lit up with realization. "Oh! Right," he exclaimed, his flustered state evident as he stumbled on his way to the bathroom.

The awkwardness seemed to follow him as he disappeared into the other room. After turning off the main lights, you left only the soft glow of the bed lamp, which cast a warm ambiance in the room. The covers provided a sense of security and comfort as you finally settled beneath them.

A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a white shirt he seemed to wear under his button-down shirt. However, unlike you, he still had his pants on, although he did discard his belt.

Seeing him in this stripped-down, casual state was a bizarre sight. You had grown accustomed to his poised and professional demeanor, and the sight of him dressed in ordinary clothes seemed oddly intimate as if you were witnessing a side of him that few others had seen. It was as if you were seeing him naked even when he was still covered in most of his clothes.

He then settled onto the bed with a noticeable awkwardness, causing the mattress to sink down slightly under his weight. He lay far away from you, in a stiff and distant manner, clearly still grappling with the awkwardness of the situation.

"Reid, relax, I'm not going to bite you," you said reassuringly, trying to dispel some of the tension in the room. A small, playful smile danced on your lips. "Unless that's what you want me to do," you added, your voice taking on a teasing note.

A brief moment of silence followed, and it almost seemed as if he was contemplating your playful offer. You felt the tension shift into something else, but before it could further linger, you decided to break the silence with a forced laugh, shaking off the tension. You then rolled over to your side, closing your eyes shut, ignoring the sound of heavy rain hitting the window and the bolt of lightning occasionally flashing through the sky. You just wanted to rest. You just wanted peace. You wanted to sleep.

But sleep didn't want you.

About ten minutes later, you groaned softly and rolled over onto your back. "Reid," you said, breaking the silence.

He hummed in response.

"I can't sleep," you confessed, your voice carrying a hint of restlessness. Turning to face him, you propped yourself up on your elbow. "Tell me something about yourself," you suddenly requested, your curiosity cutting through the awkwardness.

He hesitated for a moment as if considering whether he should respond to you or not, but then he eventually asked, "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Well, I—uh," he cut off, and with a faint hint of modesty, he began again. "I'm extremely smart."

From all the information he could share, he decided to share that. But it was still something, at least you could get your coworker to talk instead of fidgeting in discomfort. "Yeah? How smart?"

"Well, I have an IQ of 187 and three PhDs."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That's impressive," you responded, but then you let out a scoff. "And extremely conceited. Someone asks you to share a fact about yourself and you decide to brag about your brain."

Your remark earned you a small, amused smile from him. "You told me to share anything."

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you leaned in a little closer. "Alright, your turn."

He gulped at your sudden movement but kept his attention on your eyes. "My turn for what?"

You laid on your back again. "Ask me something," you suggested.

There was a moment of hesitation as if he had been contemplating whether to ask the question and then his voice filled the air. "What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, your brows furrowed slightly.

"Y-Your scar."

You couldn't resist a teasing tone as you turned your head toward him. "Spencer Reid," you taunted, a playful glint in your eye. "Were you checking me out?"

His response was quick and slightly flustered. "What? No!" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "It was a mere observation," he clarified, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Your laughter filled the room, a light, and genuine sound that seemed to dissolve some of the remaining tension in the air. "Alright, alright," you conceded, still amused by the exchange. "Observation duly noted."

Without warning, you kicked off the covers, a spontaneous decision driven by a mix of curiosity and the playful atmosphere that had developed between you. Your actions were unanticipated, even to yourself, but perhaps it was his flustered self that had spurred you on.

As the covers fell to the side, you extended your leg, showing him the white scar dancing along the inner part of your thigh. His eyes widened in surprise, his gaze drawn to your exposed skin. For a moment, there was silence, as if the room held its breath, and then he met your eyes.

"Fell off a cliff from a hiking trip," you explained, your voice softening with the memory. "I was exploring a trail and had a bit of a mishap. It left me with this scar as a souvenir."

His eyes flickered over the scar. "Did it hurt?"

You shrugged. "It did, but I guess I got through it."

Then, to his surprise, you began to unbutton your shirt. His eyes widened in disbelief at your actions. "W-what are you doing?"

You merely grinned in response, your confidence unwavering. You pushed the material of your shirt off your shoulder, revealing another scar, smaller and darker than the one on your thigh. "This is the most painful one," you explained. "A bullet from a handgun."

He examined the scar intently. "What happened?"

"A chase with a suspect a few years ago," you recounted, recalling your life before you joined the BAU. "We cornered the suspect in an abandoned warehouse, it was a tense standoff. He was armed, and in the chaos of the moment, a shot was fired." You gave him a smile. "I was the unlucky one in the way."

Your eyes locked with one another in a moment of shared understanding, and then you asked, "What about you? Any battle scars?"

He paused for a moment, considering your question. He seemed hesitant at first as if debating whether to share, but then he slowly lifted his shirt, revealing a scar on his lower abdomen. "Flying bullet."

He turned slightly, revealing a slight scar on his lower back, the result of a sharp weapon grazing his skin. It was a subtle yet significant mark. "An Unsub armed with a knife." He then laid back on his back again and tapped his right leg. "There's another scar from a bullet on my knee."

You couldn't help but tease him lightly, your tone playful. "Well, aren't you a magnet for disaster?"

His expression softened at your teasing. You stared at each other silently, taking in each other's presence in the close proximity the bed offered. You weren't sure how, or when for the matter, but it seemed the distance you both created grew shorter in the span of time you were talking.

Your gaze drifted over his features, from his brown orbs to his pointed nose, then along his high cheekbones before settling on the small scar underneath his jawline. It was a subtle mark, but it caught your attention, and you couldn't resist reaching out to gently touch it.

"What about this?" you inquired, your finger tracing the scar. "How did you get it?"

His breath seemed to catch at your sudden touch, and he stammered slightly in response, "I-I cut myself with a razor this morning."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his explanation, and your finger continued to graze his skin, skimming along the faded scar in a circular motion. "And how bad did it hurt?" you asked.

"Not so much," he whispered, his breathing starting to become uneven and it was at that moment you realized how compromising of a position you were in. He was on his back, and somehow you managed to press yourself onto him with a leg resting on his, your hips flushed against his side.

Maybe the rain, the rhythmic pattern of the raindrops beating in synchronized with your heart pushed your actions. Or perhaps it was being in the same bed. Whatever it was, the undeniable proximity between you created a charged atmosphere in the room. Every breath felt heavy, and the air seemed to thicken with unspoken tension, drawing you even closer.

You wanted to kiss him. How could you not when he was looking at you with those eyes? It was hard to ignore this sudden pull of attraction, but Spencer seemed like the type of guy who rarely made the first move. Maybe you needed to initiate it first.

"You know..." you began, your eyes trailing across his tiny scar. "I was thinking of kissing it better?" Your words hung in the air, and you felt him stiffen beside you. "If it was painful, that is."

A charged silence enveloped the room after your suggestive offer. Your heart raced, taking a leap at the first step in crossing the line. He could either play along or push you away, it was a risk you were willing to take, and you prayed he was into it just as you were.

"A- Actually," he stuttered. "I think I'm starting to feel the pain now."

You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. "Oh, you poor thing." And before he could respond, you bent over and pressed your soft lips against his scar. You felt him momentarily freeze. "Better?"

You thought he was about to back away when he didn't answer, but then his words had you grinning from ear to ear.

"...I'm not sure," he replied, his voice cutting through the silence. "I think it still hurts?"

Your smile grazed his scar again, softly, barely even touching it, before you trailed down his jawline, stopping on the crook of his neck.

"I.." He breathed out, his voice sounding strangled as you felt his grip on your hip. "I-I don't think that's where the scar is."

"I know." You opened your mouth, your tongue slightly tasting his skin. "I'm making a scar of my own."

Your parted lips were hot against his skin, his eyes fluttering close as you softly sucked on the spot below his ear. You always loved receiving neck kisses, but giving them? There was a certain sense of power to be able to make someone shiver under you, and it was what he was doing right now, breath hitching every time you sucked on a different spot.

You cupped his face as you continued to trail your lips along his neck, pressing your body closer to his. You moved your hand lower, fingers grazing his jawline before it rested around his throat, and as you put slight pressure on your hold, you heard him inhale sharply. You paused, not sure you were hearing right, but then you tightened your grip around his neck and a soft, strangled moan escaped his lips.

You smiled.

Spencer Reid, you naughty, kinky boy.

"We can stop if you want," you murmured against his skin because truthfully, you knew you couldn't restrain yourself after this.

"N- no," he sighed. "Don't stop."

It was enough for you to throw your leg over him. You lifted yourself up and straddled his lower half, stifling a moan as you felt the hard pressure between your thighs, and pressed your lips against his. You couldn't stop yourself from kissing him with so much fervor. Your lips collided with his as you pushed your tongue inside his opened mouth—tasting him, exploring him, devouring him. Who would've thought you would enjoy kissing your coworker this much?

You pulled away and studied him. Spencer was a blessing to witness. His eyes were heavy and hooded, his hair was disheveled with some strands stuck to his forehead and his lips were swollen and parted as he breathed slowly through them. His pale complexion bore the marks of a flush and you couldn't stop yourself from pushing away a strand of hair from his face.

"You're so pretty." Those words came out of your mouth without much thought in which you received a breathless sigh in return.

"You're.... you're more pretty."

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair. "You understand I'm not going to stop now, right?" He faintly nodded. "And do you know what that means?"

He shook his head.

"It means I'm going to fuck you," you taunted, a wicked smile curling on your lips. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to use that smart brain of yours.”

The whine flying out of his mouth was enough for you to lean in closer, your lips extremely close to his but not quite touching. "Can I be rough?" His strangled whimper had you wrapping your hand around his throat again. "Use your words, baby."

"Y-yes," he breathed out. "Please."

"Good."

You pulled your hand back and brought it down sharply on his cheek. The sound startled you because it sounded harder than it felt, ringing out loud with only the faintest sting on your palm.

Spencer looked genuinely surprised. His head turned with the impact of the slap, jaw falling open. He blinked himself back into focus and you were about to ask if you were being too much, but then he looked at you in a way he had never looked at you before. The dazed and desperation of his gaze moved right through you, flushing you with heat.

"Such a pretty boy for me," you said, gently rubbing his cheek. You watched him, a curious smile playing at the corners of your lips. In that moment, you felt a peculiar sense of power and intimacy that was unlike any other you had experienced. It was an odd but exhilarating sensation, feeling an almost illicit delight in the power you held over him.

You then slowly straightened yourself. Taking your time, you began to unbutton your shirt as his gaze burned into you. You popped each button open until it left the sight of your black, laced bra on display for his eyes to devour. Your bra showed a hint of skin over the top, bouncing a little as you pulled yourself out of your shirt.

You reached behind your back to unhook your bra before slipping it from your shoulders, allowing your breasts to bounce free. Spencer couldn't help but swipe his tongue across his lips at the sight. Your breasts were on display with hardened, aching nipples to taunt him. You brought them in your palms, playing and squeezing your flesh for a moment just to tease him.

"Do you want to taste me?"

He let out a desperate sigh. "Please."

You placed the palm of your hands on his chest before leaning in, dropping your breasts right in front of his face. It didn't take him long to know what you wanted, and he quickly wrapped your right nipple in his mouth, his tongue hot against your skin.

"Fuck, Spencer," you moaned. You shivered upon the contact. His mouth sucking on your nipple was making your head delirious. Warmth spiraled from your core to the rest of your body as he tasted you, and when you thought you couldn't feel more aroused than you already were, he let go of your swollen nipple just to give his attention to the other one, sucking even harder.

You couldn't handle it anymore. A moment later your fingers ran down his chest, brushing over his stomach to feel him tense beneath your touch until the second you grip the hem of his pants. "Take these off for me."

You had never seen someone move so fast before. The moment you climbed off the bed, he started peeling his clothes from his body piece by piece. He left no article on before throwing his clothes to the floor, eyes raking your body as you stood before him in nothing but your panties. Those were quick to go, however. You pushed them down your hips and flicked the thin fabric past your feet.

A strained groan filled his chest as he looked at you, marveling at your naked form with wonder. Thoughtlessly he wrapped a hand around the base of his hardened cock and your eyes instantly take in the sight. The way he was biting his bottom lip, fingers around his thick, hard length had your mouth watering, but you stopped yourself from giving in.

"Who said you could touch yourself?"

His body tensed. He quickly placed his hands on the bed as you climbed back on the bed, the mattress sinking in from your weight.

“I like to be warmed up a little first," you told him as you settled on top of him again, but this time, you scooted further, putting your knees on either side of his head. Spencer's eyes went wide as he looked up to see you wet and bare, hovering inches away from his face.

"I'm going to sit on your face, and if you can make me come on your tongue..." You started to lower yourself. "I'll give you your reward."

You felt his breath on your center, and the minute his tongue touched you, you let out a moan. He worked his tongue over your clit, swallowing every drop of arousal dripping down his mouth. You gripped the headboard and rocked yourself back and forth while he continued to lap on your pussy without any care for the mess you made. You were wet and sloppy as his tongue moved in and out of you, up and down your folds while also sucking on your swollen clit.

"Oh my god," you moaned, looking down at where you could see the top of his face, his eyes closed as he groaned on your flesh, wrapping his arm around your thighs while never stopping stroking your wetness with his tongue. He held you tight, keeping you in place, and there was nothing else you could do but buck your hips as you ran your hands through his hair and tugged on the strands, receiving a deep, rough yet excited groan from him.

You exhaled his name, not being able to find the words or the breath in you to speak as you felt the familiar coil in your stomach. He flicked his tongue over your clit a few times before gathering up your juices and circling back to the swollen bud, massaging your flesh with the flat of his tongue. You felt the bliss swelling inside your body. You knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm getting close," you warned him, beginning to grind your pussy against his mouth. He groaned against your flesh, sending vibrations through your body in return, and with a few more laps around your clit, you finally reached your high.

You felt the warmth from between your legs surge through your whole body. Your pussy walls tightened as you kept rocking your hips against him, whimpering, moaning, crying out that you were coming. You shivered and trembled above him, tossing your head back, gripping his hair even tighter, and pressing your thighs together around his head.

It took a moment for you to come down from your orgasm, and as you did, his motions slowed down, licking you gently, his hands soothing down your thighs. You finally lift your hips off his face, hovering above him on shaky thighs.

"You did so well," you cooed. You slowly shifted down his body, and when he thought you were about to straddle him again, you surprised him by moving lower.

“Let me give you your reward." You sighed while wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock in a firm grip. "You deserve it."

He felt so hot in your hand, so thick, so big, and utterly beautiful. You slowly moved your hand along his length, stroking him gently as you watched his lips parting open from the pleasure. You continued to stroke him, motions slow and steady, and he eventually closed his eyes, head falling back against the bed. You swiped your thumb across the tip, his eyes shot open as he looked at you.

"Keep your eyes on me."

He carefully propped himself on his elbows to get a better view just as you gripped him tighter while leaning close. The droplet of wetness on the tip looked too nice to be ignored so you leaned in and licked it up, your eyes meeting his gaze, and his jaw slacked open in pure pleasure. A pause settled in the room before you finally took him fully in your mouth, giving him an exploratory suck.

You kept swallowing him down, your jaw stretching wide as you struggled to get every inch of him inside your mouth, wrapping your hand around what was left. You hollowed your cheeks and greedily inhaled him. His smooth, warm length slid across your tongue and his cock hit the back of your throat.

Without warning his hips jerked up, and you gagged, rearing back off with a cough, eyes watering. "I'm s-sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay, baby, I'm giving you your reward," you whispered before holding his throbbing cock in your grip again. "Hold my hair up for me?"

He did exactly as he was told, gathering your hair in his hands. Your mouth enclosed around him again and you repeated the movement, trailing down his cock with your tongue, hands twisting back and forth, lips sliding back down until you had every inch of him in your mouth.

You glanced up at him, brow-raising mischievously as you moved your head in a rapid motion. He panted out a whine, his chest heaving as he inhaled a lung full of desperately needed air.

"Please..." he whimpered, bucking up ever so slightly. His cheeks burned at the sound of his own desperation. You gazed up at him, entranced by his sweat-slicked, heaving body, so pretty and needy. He blinked down at you, your cheeks flushed and lips stretched wide, an utterly obscene sight as you kept swallowing the entire length of him.

And then you felt him starting to shake, his body trembling while the grip on your hair tightened at every stroke of your tongue. You could tell he was on the brink of exploding, yet you didn't want him to finish inside your mouth, so you pulled away just as quickly as you began.

You could tell he was about to whine a protest, but he immediately stopped himself as you climbed on his lap, gripping his cock in your hand and guiding it towards your aching pussy. But then you stopped, eyes meeting with his, your voice softening. "Should I use a condom?"

"You can..." he mumbled as if it was hard to even articulate any words when his tip was already brushing against your wetness. "You can do whatever you want."

You lingered for a moment, grinding yourself against the tip of him, getting wetter as your arousal dripped out. "I want to feel you."

The whimper he let out was loud, almost pornographic. "I want to feel you too."

Then you began to slide his cock into you, slowly, taking your time to draw the moment out. Your body went tense in an instant, you could hardly handle the way his size was pushing into you.

"Fuck, you're stretching me," you moaned the words, tossing your head back while closing your eyes. The content sigh leaving your lips was loud when his tip finally hit that soft spot. You had never felt this full before and you wanted to soak in the way he was filling you so deep, so you buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent as you sit there with his cock stuffed inside of you.

For you, it felt nice, but for him, it was torture. As warm as you were, as tight as you clenched him, he still needed more. With urgency, he reached for your body before his eager hands landed on your hips, a groan of desperation built in his throat as you stayed there, not moving a muscle. "Can... can you move?"

You kissed a spot below his ear. "Why should I?"

"I-I..."

"Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want." Your tone was soft, but you didn't drop the entirety of your dominance. "Do you want me to ride you? Is that it? You want me to fuck you senseless?"

"Yes," he rasped out as if he had been holding his breath. "Please..."

You gripped him by the throat. "Say it."

"Pl-please fuck me," he gasped, gulping for air.

You smiled.

"Good boy," you replied. You began moving against his cock, grinding yourself over his lap, feeling him fill you up and hit deep inside you. It was almost too much but you remained focused. Your palms pressed to his shoulders as you pushed yourself up, moving your hips against his body.

He could feel you squeezing him. Every roll of your hips, every flutter of your walls, and every moan that rumbled from your chest. His huge palms wandered over the small planes of your back, caressing every dip and roll of your body. His eyes glazed over to where you were connected, the sight of your pussy clenching around every inch of him lulled him into a bewitching trance.

Soon you found a somewhat steady rhythm, circling your hips and grinding down on him faster, picking up your pace. You felt your heart drumming against your ribcage and the concoction of arousal running down your thigh and dripping onto his legs.

"God, you're going to make me come so quick," you cried, your hand lowering between your thighs to reach your clit. With two fingers, you began to massage your flesh while bouncing down his cock, riding him, feeling the tip so deep within your walls. You let loose, moaning and whimpering. He couldn't help but groan, feeling your walls tighten around him, feeling your juices drip down his groin.

You felt him thrust upward towards you, following your pace, and a second orgasm started building low in your stomach. You felt it everywhere, from the tips of your fingers to the edge of your toes. It thrummed every nerve, vibrating you to the bone. "Fuck, I'm close."

His breath quickened as he felt your walls clenching him, his eyes brushing every inch of your body. You were such a sight to see. He was entranced by the way you were thrusting yourself on his cock, your breasts bouncing from the movement, your taut nipples begging for attention. He couldn't stop himself when he suddenly pulled you in, momentarily surprising you, and sucked onto your nipple hungrily.

You cried out when you felt his teeth softly tugging your nub. You were supposed to be in control, and you still wanted to keep your dominance, but it was hard to when he suddenly planted his feet on the bed and thrust his hips into you at a mind-numbing speed. Harshly. Roughly. Violently.

"Fucking hell, Spencer," you moaned, holding onto his shoulders. "I-I'm gonna—"

His fingers dug harshly into the tender skin of your sides, his hips were bucking up uncontrollably, desperate to reach the blissful relief. His tone became ragged as he groaned what sounded like your name entwined. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling that began uncoiling in his entire body. You grabbed onto his unruly hair, tugging it back roughly before smearing open-mouthed kisses all over his throat and collarbones, voicing out your whimpers right into his ear.

That was enough for him—he came undone, allowing his muscles to contract one last time as he spilled into you, filling you completely with warmth with one last thrust. You followed him with a scream, wrenched from your throat so roughly it seared its way out of your lungs and into the air. Your movements became sloppy and uneven, clinging onto him as you chased your own high.

The room smelt of sex. It was your first thought when you finally felt your body relaxing, your mind coming back to its senses. Never, not even once in your life, have you ever considered kissing Spencer willingly.

Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he had the most amazing eyes, and yes, his soft demeanor did attract you the first time you met him, but that was it. He was simply your coworker, one you didn't know that well, one who seemed to make a big deal out of spending the night with you... and ironically, one who had you shaking in pleasure.

You weren't sure what would happen next. At first, you thought your presence ticked him off in the wrong way because you were the new, inexperienced member of the team... but now you couldn't help but speculate the way he acted differently towards you had something to do with what just happened.

Maybe he didn't think of you as a mere colleague... maybe he thought of you as someone potentially more? You could be right, or you could be wrong, and there was only one way to find out. You softly let your fingers brush his cheek.

"You need to take me out on a proper date," you suggested through the silence. Then a smile bloomed on your face when you felt him dip his head in your palm.

The nod he gave you couldn't be anymore faster.

#smut #smutty #tw:smut #tw: smut #cw: smut #criminal minds #Spencer Reid #BENNYHASFAVES #ABSOLUTEFAVES

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Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

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gublur · 8 months

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Reblog to make it die faster

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gublur · 8 months

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spending quality time inside during fall, with spencer reid :)

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gublur · 8 months

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Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

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R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

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pornstar dancing - spencer reid x fem!bau reader (pt. one)

❥ song: pornstar dancing - my darkest days

❥ prompt: spencer is cleared to return to the field a month after getting out of prison. but he hasn’t been the same since he came back. reader is devastated that her best friend (and secret love of her life) has turned against her. a case forces reader to go undercover as a stripper, causing some long awaited sexual tension between the pair.

❥ warnings: smut 18+ mdni, slight violence, mentions of a made up bau case, jealousy, dom!spencer, sub!reader, pole dancing, lap dance, grinding, lots of kissing (there will be full smut in the next part)

❥ type: angst & smut

a/n: this will be posted to my AO3 later on. i can’t deny i’m a sucker for the undercover bau reader trope lmao. this was the first thing i wrote a while back before i started posting my work again so i hope you guys like it. please like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 💕

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She wraps those hands around that pole,

She licks those lips and off we go.

She takes it off nice and slow,

'Cause that's porn star dancing…

♡ reader’s POV ♡

It has been an absolute whirlwind the last 4 months. This was the first case having Spencer back in his full capacity. Emily had him stay behind with Penn for the first few cases once he was approved to return to the BAU, just to give him time to adjust before putting him out in the field again. He's changed since going to prison, but you couldn't blame him. You had no idea what he'd gone through on the inside, as there had been clear orders from higher up that while his investigation was going on the team couldn't visit him. You wrote him a letter every week he was locked up, to which they all remained unanswered. You couldn't be sure they were even reaching him, but they were never sent back as undeliverable so you could only assume they reached him.

However you knew whatever occurred couldn't have been good, watching as a darkness had taken over your previously sweet and goofy best friend. Spencer seemed more withdrawn, more... angry. Despite all of that, your feelings for him have only seemed to triple since he's returned. But he's done a complete 180, he's quicker to lash out at anyone— especially you. You couldn't understand why he was so angry with you. He refused to talk to you more than absolutely necessary, which didn't help your already confused feelings. You had tried multiple times to get him to open up, which usually ended with him snapping at you to drop it and leaving the room.

You had been madly in love with the man for years, something he never picked up on. Despite how good of a profiler he was, as Emily so eloquently put it— his IQ of 187 was slashed to 60 when a pretty girl so much as looked at him. You had planned on telling him how you felt before he was locked up, but the universe was not on your side. The timing was never right, or your worries he didn't feel the same kept you from expressing how much you loved him. Spencer was your best friend, had been since you joined the team right after Gideon left. As much as you knew he should know about your feelings, you didn't want to ruin that special bond you had. But since he's returned it's like you don't exist to him. It hurt, and you knew from overhearing his conversations with Emily or Penn that he went through hell while locked up. So you decided to try and give him time and space, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for you. Patience was never one of your strong suits. You just wanted to hold him, comfort him— take away all that darkness the clouded his once bright eyes.

The current case has brought the team to Jefferson, Texas where a man was killing strippers and leaving their tortured corpses at local lovers lane. It was pretty brutal, and for Spencer's first case back in the field you had hoped he could handle it. As much as you wanted to give him the space he deserved, you were only human. So you had tried to make conversation with him on the jet, and again at the precinct but he kept blowing you off. You still couldn't wrap your head around why he suddenly hated you so much. But you tried to look past it and focus on the case at hand. Your feelings would have to wait, especially when people's lives were at stake.

There were 4 victims, and so far the only thing connecting them was their appearance and occupation at the few strip clubs in town. Besides the profile we had built, we didn't have many suspects to go off. He was a white male, late 20's-30's that frequented the local strip clubs. That made up for about half the town. He most likely had a previous criminal record, starting as a peeping tom before escalating to more heinous crimes. Due to his extensive torture of his victims, it was clear that the victims were surrogates for someone in the unsub's life. My guess was his mother was a stripper, as he specifically sought out that occupation in his victims. The rage he showed these women was horrifying, and the way he dumped their bodies told us he wanted to humiliate them. Being found naked and posed provocatively in a lover's lane was clearly a message. But the amount of dead ends and lack of sleep has made the entire team exhausted. Arriving back at the station the next morning, Prentiss seemed to have a new sense of purpose as she gathered us all in the small conference room in the police station where we had set up for the time being.

I was seated next to Spencer, a little surprised that the male didn't immediately get up and move once I took the empty seat next to him. Maybe that was progress? It was the closest I've been able to get to him in weeks, as he actively avoided me. I tried not to let myself put too much thought into it, as I would hate to be let down once again. I turned my focus to our unit chief, blowing on the cup of hot coffee in my hands. Prentiss looked somewhat hopeful as she addressed all of us, curious as to if she'd found a lead over the previous night.

"So, I know we've been at a dead end the past couple of days. But after thinking things through last night... I have an idea."

Prentiss crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against one of the desks.

"After discussing it in length last night with Rossi, we think we should send in some agents to go undercover at the club."

No one said anything, but I couldn't help but think it was a good idea. That is until the next words left Prentiss' mouth.

"y/l/n, we're sending you in."

I nearly spit out the coffee I had just sipped, my eyes going wide.

"You mean... as a stripper?"

Prentiss nodded, to which a wolf whistle sounded in the room. I was quick to shoot a glare Alvez's way, to which he just wiggled his eyebrows at me. I could feel Spencer tense up beside me, but I couldn't look at him. Why would he care anyway?

"W-Why me? I mean I'm not..."

I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence. I mean I wasn't... sexy. I didn't consider myself anything of the sort. I never felt very confident about my body, so I was shocked that I would be chosen for something like this. Strippers required some ounce of confidence to do that job...

"You fit his type y/n... appearance and age wise. You're really the only one we could send it for this."

Emily explained, which I did understand. I was the youngest on the team, and I unfortunately did fit the physical description of what the unsub seemed to like. Minus the occupation of course. While I had gone undercover before, it was never as this central of a role. It made me nervous, I just didn't want to let the team or anyone else down.

"This is unethical, how can we even be sure the unsub will fall for it? She’s never gone undercover like that before Prentiss.”

Spencer's voice was harsh, causing me to wince slightly. I couldn't deny that it hurt, knowing now just how little he thought of me. How he expected that I couldn't be convincing enough to get the unsub under my thumb. I don't know how or why prison made him become so cruel, made him despise me but that was no reason to treat me so terribly. I'll prove to him just how capable I am, I would make Spencer Reid regret those words.

"No - I can do it."

My tone is firm as I throw a glare his way, Prentiss smiling at me. Spencer's eyes were dark as he glared back at me, his jaw tense. He could be angry all he wanted, it wasn't his decision to make.

"Perfect, it's settled. Reid and Alvez we'll have you go into the club as well. Just to pose as customers. The rest of us will be posted outside the club. y/l/n, let's get you over to there to brief you for the night."

I quickly get up and follow Prentiss, leaving the conference room. Alvez whooped again as we left the room, I smacked his hand in a high five on my way out.

"Alright, give us a show y/l/n!"

I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my lips as I followed Prentiss out of the station. A plan beginning to form in my head, oh I'd give them a show alright.

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I had spent the remainder of the day at the club, meeting with a few of the other dancers there to get an idea of what the hell I was going to be doing. Despite my brave face in front of the team, I was scared shitless. But if it meant getting one bad guy off the streets I'd happily shake my ass on stage. It honestly was a bit funny trying to watch me spin on the pole at first, thankful that only Emily saw me make a fool out of myself. But I think I eventually got the hang of it, I wasn't perfect but all I needed was enough to get the unsub's attention and keep it.

However knowing Spencer would be there, just adds a whole other thrill to this experience. Even though he clearly didn't want anything to do with me, I couldn't help but want to put on a show for him. Not only to prove to him I was capable of going undercover and catching this asshole. But to make him see exactly what he was missing out on, what he had been all these years. I ended up letting Luke know in my idea, who happily agreed to help me in any way I needed. Once Reid had gone away we'd become extremely close friends, nothing more though. He had his eye on a certain tech goddess. Luke and Penn were really the only ones who got me through those terrible 3 months.

While I haven't spoken to her since the decision was made, Penelope knew my thoughts the moment Emily filled her in on my undercover detail. She was the first person I ever told about my feelings for Spencer, which she thankfully kept to herself. But knowing Penn, she had to be involved in the choice of my outfit. A black lacy number with some deep violet pumps. They got me a lavender silk cover up to wear in the mean time, so at least I could try and feel more comfortable until the time came. I didn't exactly love the idea of all my coworkers seeing that much of my body, but I kept reminding myself it was for the greater good.

The women I had been working with all day were so kind, extremely willing to take me under their wing. Especially knowing I could help catch the bastard that had been hunting down their friends. They gave me as much advice as they could, even showing me how to give a proper lap dance. While I'd had plenty of sexual encounters before, that was something I'd never done. The closer it got to 11 PM, the more nervous I felt. Staring at myself in the vanity mirror lights I couldn't believe the transformation I'd gone through in just a few hours. I looked... hot. My hair was done in curls that cascaded down my back, simple winged liner and red lipstick with fluttery lashes.

It was more than I usually did for myself, but I liked it. Not to mention the 'outfit' (if you could even call it that) hugged and accentuated all my curves. The girls even let me pick the song I would dance to. Pornstar Dancing... it definitely fit the situation. The girls were chatting excitedly to each other, nerves twisting in my stomach the later it got. I adjusted my hair to cover my ear piece, thankful that I was still able to be hear what was going on with my team. I heard Spencer and Luke in my ear piece not long later, letting Emily know they were in positions and ready. There was a shot glass sitting in front of me, I had already taken one shot in an attempt to calm my nerves. I took one more with a grimace, the vodka sliding down my throat with a slight burn.

"You ready y/l/n?"

I heard Emily ask over my headset, noticing as the other girls had slowly filed out onto the stage leaving me behind.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

I replied, standing up and slipping the silk robe off of myself. I double checked myself in the mirror, before unwrapping a lollipop and putting it in my mouth. The girls had suggested it, sucking on candy, seemed to drive customers wild. I'm sure I could use all the help I could get. Leaving the dressing room behind I made it to the curtains, taking a peek out to gage my surroundings. I could see Luke from my small view, sitting up near the bar. The one I desperately craved to see wasn't in my line of sight, not yet anyway. Hearing the intro music for the song play I step out onto the stage. Walking in time with the beat, the other girls had taken the sides of the stage. Which put me front and center. You can do this. I took a deep breath, wrapping my hands around the cool metal of the pole.

Kelly won't kiss my friend Kassandra.

Jessica won't play ball.

Mandy won't share her friend Miranda,

Doesn't anybody live at all?

I could feel the hungry gazes on me already, attempting to calm my nerves. The familiar lyrics of the song continued as I slowly twisted myself around the pole. My eyes scanning the audience of men, until they landed on him. He was sitting in the front row, dressed in a flannel shirt, white tank and jeans, much different then the Spencer I was used to. But he was playing a part too, a hick in a strip club. His eyes were unreadable in the darkness, but his body language told me he was tense. I felt adrenaline shoot through me as his gaze followed me, feeling my confidence beginning to increase.

Amanda won't leave me empty-handed,

Got her number from a bathroom stall.

Brandy just got way too much baggage,

And that shit just gets old...

I could see the bills flying at the stage already, greedily grabbing some from a man with a beer belly who was closest to me. I stuffed them in my bra before continuing to spin myself around the pole as the music got to its chorus.

But I got a girl who can put on a show...

The dollar decides how far you can go with her...

I'm utilizing all the moves the girls had taught me earlier, sliding my back down the pole until I reached the ground. Now on my hands and knees, crawling across the stage. I flipped my hair back, arching my back in the process. The men were flocking to the stage with bills clutched in their fists. I'm quick to finish sucking on my lollipop before discarding it in one of the hungry men's mouth with a wink. I let one of the other dancers take over as I stood once more, sliding some more money into the waistband of my panties.

She wraps those hands around that pole,

She licks those lips and off we go.

And she takes it off nice and slow,

'Cause that's porn star dancing...

I had a few goals here, the main one being getting the unsub's attention. The other was making Spencer Reid regret his recent actions over the past month. If his shitty behavior continued after tonight, I was done. As much as the thought of him no longer in my life hurt, I knew it wasn’t fair to myself to keep pursuing something that had no end in sight. I used the multiple poles on the stage to my advantage, working my way to the stairs leading down from the stage. Another dancer following behind me, quickly finding the lap of a male in the front row. I was told to mingle with the guests, give a lap dance if I was comfortable doing so. However, there was only one lap I had intended to sit on tonight.

She don't play nice, she makes me beg.

And she drops that dress around her legs.

And I'm sitting right by the stage,

For this porn star dancing...

Many men had come up to me while I made my way over to him. One landing a slap on my ass in the process, sliding me a twenty dollar bill afterwards. While the unwelcome touches and all these eyes on me made me uncomfortable, his heated gaze was all I cared about in this moment. By the time I had finally reached him, I could tell he was done for. Spencer’s normally hazel eyes were full blown onyx, greedily drinking in the sight of me. I swing my leg over him, climbing easily onto his lap. My red lips went to his ear, teeth gently grazing along the lobe.

"Play along Dr. Reid."

My freshly manicured nails dragged down his chest, hips grinding onto him almost too easily. His large hands found my hips, holding them still.

"y/n, what do you think you're doing?"

His tone was stern, and yet I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. Quickly removing one of the hands from my hips to suck on his middle finger instead. I could feel the bulge growing beneath me from my actions, which is exactly the reaction I had hoped for.

"Giving a paying customer a lap dance..."

I replied after I had removed his finger from my mouth. Giving him another sultry look before switching around so my back was to him. His hands immediately started roaming my figure, as I ground myself against him as the song continued to play. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, feeling his breath tickling my cheek. Grabbing his roaming hands and bringing them to rest on my thighs. Spencer’s large hands felt hot against my skin, nearly moaning as they traveled up higher. Feeling how hard he was I could only smirk, knowing I had to stop this before it went too far.

As much as I didn’t want to, I stood back up between his legs, turning to face him once again. I aggressively let my fingers grab the curls at the nape of his neck, tilting his face up to look at me. The hungry look simmering in his eyes made me nearly clench my thighs together. I stopped myself, despite the growing heat between my legs. Spencer doesn't have the control here... I do. My lips are once again drawn to his ear, leaving a kiss on the way there, my lipstick leaving a mark on his neck. I could feel his pulse racing under my lips, pride filling my chest know that I had this much of an effect on him.

"Now be a good boy and pay me for that dance."

He wordlessly pulls out a $50 dollar bill, much to my surprise. He's quick to slide it right between my breasts, his fingers lingering there a little longer than necessary. The touch made me shiver, but I didn’t let my confidence waver, he didn’t have the upper hand here. Spencer’s jaw was clenched, the bulge straining against his jeans. I couldn’t help but giggle again at how worked up I had gotten him. Only to leave him hanging. Good. He deserves to know how it feels to feel rejected and shoved aside. I blow him a kiss as I walk back towards the stage, feeling his eyes follow me the whole way. I resume dancing as the song changes, my eyes meeting Luke's as he gives me a small round of applause from his place at the bar. His eyes were wide, and he looked surprised but also very proud. Honestly I had surprised myself that I had something like that in me.

An almost unrecognizable confidence continues to fill me as I pick up my movements, using the pole behind me to my advantage. I can tell Spencer is still watching me, without even having to look over at him. I could feel his gaze burning holes through me, the feeling was exhilarating. But I was here to do my job, I try to remind myself as I glance around the room in search of anyone suspicious. I hadn't noticed him right away, but besides Spencer he was the only one staring at me with such a wicked look in their eyes. It gave me the chills, but not in the way I was feeling moments before. There was an underlying violence in his stare, in his whole stance. That had to be him, I felt it in my gut. While my back is turned away from the audience behind me, I'm quick to whisper into my mic.

"Man in the black jacket, AC/DC shirt, cowboy hat. Front row. He's right by you Reid."

As I turn back around I see Luke get up from his position at the bar, getting closer to the stage as I hear voices in my headset asking to get a close up on him. I meet the man's eyes once more, a smile on my lips as he gets up towards the stage. He's coming right for me, playing directly into my hands. The male leans on the edge of the stage now, nearest to me. He beckons me with his index finger, pulling out a wad of cash as I sink gracefully down to my knees, crawling over to him. Feeling his hot, stale breath on my face I try not make a face of disgust.

"What's your name sugar? You must be new."

His harsh eyes rake in my figure as I push my arms together, purposefully accentuating my breasts. I bat my lashes, pulling out all the physical stops to keep his attention focused on me. He had a thick southern accent, but it didn't sound the rest of the folks I'd heard since arriving here. From what I could gather he didn't seem like a local, but could easily blend in with the clientele that frequented this establishment.

"Lola."

I reply, the name inspired by one of my favorite childhood characters. Lola Bunny. I could her Prentiss in my ear, encouraging me further. I could see Luke and Spencer behind him, subtly moving closer, both making sure to keep a close eye on the male in front of me.

"That's a pretty name, how much for a private dance from ya?"

The question made my stomach drop immediately, knowing just what would happen if he got me alone. But the team wouldn't let it get that far, right? I hear Prentiss in my ear then, '$150 for a private dance. Just try to keep him talking y/n.' He was attractive, I could admit that. That must have been why so many women were willing to be alone with him. But there was something off, my instincts warning me to stay far away.

"$150, do I get to know your name handsome?"

He chuckles, fingers reaching out to graze the skin of my arm. Goosebumps break out across my skin, but not in the way he thinks. I continue to keep the flirty smile on my face, keeping my composure despite my stomach turning the more he looked at me.

"It's Jarek. How long until I can get that dance Lola?"

The way he said my fake name made the bile rise in my throat, but I swallow it down. I'm quick to lean towards him, my lips right by his ear. Judging by how much Spencer liked it when I did this, I knew it had to get him riled.

"Private dances start at 12:30... meet you in room 3."

I grab the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on my own before returning to my feet and walking off the stage, heading back toward the dressing rooms. I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as I know the male can no longer see my face. The nausea had subsided the moment I was out of view of his wicked gaze.

"Good job y/l/n, we'll get that room ready. You gonna be okay to get a dance started?"

Once I was out of sight and in the dressing room, I'm quick to take off the hat. Setting it on the vanity table and wrapping the silk robe around myself again.

"Yes. How long will I have to..."

I trailed off, biting my lower lip. I wait to hear Prentiss respond, nervously fiddling with the tie of my robe.

"Hopefully not long. Garcia is working on that name, since it's not so common we're hoping to find something before it'll get too far. Alvez, Reid, one of you ask the bartender about that guy. See if he's a regular or a drifter."

I take a seat on the chaise lounge, my feet already killing me from these heels. I take them off immediately, rubbing my feet and removing the money from my under garments. I hear the beads in the doorframe move, letting me know that I'm no longer alone. Glancing up I find none other then Spencer, his chest heaving as if he's run a marathon. I look at him questioningly, removing my earpiece and mic for the time being.

"You're not supposed to be back here Reid..."

I trail off, my voice nearly a whisper as he stalks towards me. I get up slowly, trying to put some distance between us. Walking until my back is flush against the bathroom door that's connected to the dressing room. Spencer doesn't stop though not until our chests are touching, his large hand leaning against the door next to my head. He had that same desire in his eyes, the kind that makes nearly tremble beneath him. A predator having found and caught his prey.

"That was quite a show y/n..."

His voice is rough, almost angry as his other hand is now trailing down my side, fire licking my skin with each touch. It slips underneath the silk robe, grasping my thigh causing me to whimper slightly. I cursed myself for the slip up, seeing a small smirk tugging on his lips.

"I w-was just doing my job Reid."

I tried to sound confident, but all that previous confidence disappeared the moment he started touching me. We both knew who was in charge now. He chuckled humorously, his fingers tracing the skin of my thigh before lifting it up to wrap around his hip.

"Teasing me... was that your job love?"

I bit my lip, trying to look anywhere but his beautiful face. Spencer wouldn't allow it, his hand leaving my thigh to keep our gazes level with each other. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, the dominance he was exuding making me compliant under his rough hands.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties, thanking the lord that they were dark enough to hide my arousal. At least for now. This wasn't the sweet, innocent Spencer that I had fallen in love with all those years ago. That version of him seemed long gone, and yet I couldn't find it in myself to care when he was touching me like this. I wanted to push him a little more though, desperate for more of a reaction. I kept my gaze locked on his, just like he had wanted.

"Well if you didn't enjoy yourself I could've given Alvez a dance instead...."

The moment the words left my mouth I knew I was done for. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up as he crashed his lips into mine. I was quick to wrap my legs around him, fingers tangling in his curls as I held him closer. The kiss was angry, urgent and yet... loving at the same time. It was something I had waited years for, since I started at the BAU. I couldn't help but grind my hips into his, earning me a delicious groan as he broke our lips apart. One of his hands managed to slip between us, grabbing at my breast. I couldn't stop the whine that escaped me, his large hands feeling every inch of skin he could reach. His eyes stayed locked on mine, the hunger in them turning me into putty in his hands.

"Fuck, you feel so good angel."

The curse word sounded so foreign coming from him, and yet it only encouraged me more. I lifted my hips again, desperately wanting to feel more of him. Spencer let out a groan, which turned from one of pleasure into one of annoyance. I could tell he didn't want to stop, giving me a look as if to say behave. Spencer gently set me back down before clicking his earpiece back on. My lipstick was smeared on his lips from the urgency of our kiss and I couldn't help but smirk at the sight. He looked utterly wrecked already, but I couldn't imagine that I looked much better.

"I'm with her, she's safe. Does she really have to be alone with him? This doesn't seem like a good idea."

The concern in his tone made my heart flutter, my hands tracing the little bit of skin exposed by the collar of his shirt. His expression was hard to read, watching me carefully as he spoke to Prentiss. As much as I didn't want to leave our little bubble, we both still had a job to do. The reality of that was starting to set in again.

"Understood. I'll get her prepped."

He switched off his mic again, tilting my chin up to give me another kiss. This one was more gentle, a flicker of the soft Spencer I knew. He pulled away too soon for my liking, a small pout forming on my swollen lips.

"Come on y/n, you owe a sleaze ball a dance."

His tone was laced with jealousy, something I'd never expected from Spencer up until this moment. He stepped back from me, leaving just enough room for me to scoot past him. But not enough so our bodies brushed against each other again. I wanted nothing more than to let him ravage me against that bathroom door, but I knew it wasn't the time nor place for that. With a small sigh I sat back down at the vanity, glancing at myself in the reflection. My own lipstick was smeared, my cheeks flushed. I was quick to grab a makeup wipe, removing the lipstick and opting for a clear lip gloss instead. Much easier to deal with. He was leaning against the door that I previously pressed against, those hazel pools never leaving me. I turned in my chair, grabbing a fresh makeup wipe and motioning him toward me.

"Come here Spence, I gotta clean you up too."

He followed my instructions, kneeling himself in between my open legs. We were now face to face, his height no longer towering over me. I gently pressed the wipe to his mouth, cleaning up the evidence of our heated exchange moments before. His previously tense features relaxed, the most I've seen since he's returned. I couldn't help the small smile that graced my features, happy to have been the reason for his relaxed state.

"We need to talk... once this is over."

He mumbled against the wipe, his hands resting on my thighs. I nodded in response, biting my lower lip as I finished cleaning him up. It was hard to think straight when he was touching me, but I needed to focus. I had to have a clear head going into this.

"What did Emily tell you?"

I quickly threw the wipe into the trash bin, attempting to tame his curls that I had messed up moments before. His gaze had softened, the anger and urgency had subsided for the moment. The tender look he was giving me made my heart swell, desperately wishing I could stay here with him.

"They need you to provoke him, Garcia found him. From his current record and history... we think he's our guy. Unfortunately besides your hunch, we don't have enough to arrest him right now. We need more."

While I was happy to hear I was right... the thought of being alone with this guy made my stomach churn. Spencer must have seen the look of panic cross my features, as he's quick to pull me into his arms.

"You'll be safe, we'll be on the other side of that wall. The team has cameras set up, the room is bugged. I'll be there if anything happens okay?"

His lips are at my ear and I buried my face into his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like coffee, cinnamon and mint toothpaste. His scent, his touch was comforting but it wasn't enough to stop my heart from racing at what I was about to do. Give a potential serial killer a lap dance... I guess I'd have anyone beat in a game of 2 truths and a lie.

"He's waiting... Let's get this over with."

I reluctantly pull away from his embrace, pulling the heels back on my feet with a sigh. I stand, choosing to leave the silk robe on. Gives me something to work with, or stall with. Spencer grabbed the cowboy hat and put it back on my head, leading me down the hall that leads to the private rooms. There are two entrances, one for the customers and one for the dancers. We reach the door with the number 3 and I feel like I could pass out. Spencer's hand on the small of my back is the only thing keeping me grounded. He slips a bracelet on my wrist, clasping it gently. I look at him questioningly, eyes searching his. He dips his head down to my ear, whispering despite the loud bass around us.

"It's an emergency button. Press the back and hold it if you need us to come in there. But we'll be listening and watching okay?"

I sighed, nodding as he gave me a kiss on my temple and a smack on my ass before entering the room next to us. The tenderness and erotic nature of both actions had my head reeling and my face flushed as I opened the door. The room was lit just like the rest, color changing lights illuminating the male sitting in the chair. His eyes were guarded, a dangerous glint in them as he undressed me with his gaze.

Here we go.

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fuck u betta - spencer reid x plus size fem!bau reader

❥ song: f**k u betta - neon hitch

❥ prompt: after spencer ends his and readers fwb arrangement, and starts dating someone new… reader is heartbroken. but she knows that no one will ever make spencer feel the way she does.

❥ warnings: smut 18+ mdni, jealousy, friends w/benefits, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, dom!spencer, sub!reader, degradation and praise kinks, spanking, breeding kink, mentions of cheating (does not occur), honestly just absolute filth my friends.

❥ type: angst & smut

this is cross posted on my AO3 under the user cheapqueer ! this is so filthy but i hope you guys love it lol.

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She's prettier than I'll ever be.

Got yourself a beauty queen, yeah.

But there's one thing I gotta say…

She can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better.

She knew it was wrong, despicable and completely selfish. She should be happy for him, knowing this girls sunshine personality was something he needed in his life. Especially after getting out of prison. That was how they got into this predicament in the first place. Spencer needed some sort of semblance of control over his life, and he was grasping at what little he had left. After being touch starved for months, an accidental mix up with hotel rooms on a case stuck them in a full sized bed together. There was always an undeniable chemistry between them, something neither of them wanted to act on due to their close friendship and employment. That little mix up was how they ended up tangled in the sheets, Spencer fucking her so hard into the mattress she was limping the next day.

So it began from there, they made an agreement that they would continue on a friends with benefits type relationship. The one rule was that feelings couldn’t get involved. That was easier said than done. Y/n had been infatuated with Spencer since she joined the team. The feeling was mutual, but Spencer was too scared to act on those feelings. So they settled for fucking each other whenever possible. Spencer hadn’t ever been so dominant and aggressive in bed before. He blames his prison sentence for his need to be in control, and y/n was extremely willing to let him explore that side of himself. While he’s had multiple partners in the past, none of them could compare to her. Spencer wasn’t shy about hiding it either, his constant praising while he fucked her showed that.

But feelings had definitely started to get in the way. Spencer was feeling incredibly more jealous of other men, a primal urge within him wanting to show everyone that she was his and only his. That scared him beyond belief, and so he ended it. He couldn’t stand not being able to have her fully, heart and soul. But all his years of profiling didn’t tip him off to the fact that y/n felt the same way. When he ended their arrangement she felt heartbroken. But that feeling only increased tenfold when Derek Morgan decided to set Spencer up on a blind date. Which turned into multiple dates. Which turned into dating, and the sunshine girl bringing Spencer and the team home made treats every week.

Y/n was devastated, this being confirmation that maybe Spencer didn’t want her back in the way she wanted him. She couldn’t help but be jealous. The girl was gorgeous, petite figure with a heart of gold. The complete opposite of herself. She had seen too many terrible things to have such an upbeat perspective on life. She had curves and cellulite galore, something Spencer absolutely loved about her. In the beginning she was worried that was why he ended their arrangement, that ugly self deprecating monster creeping back in, but that feeling didn't last long. Especially when she still noticed the way he lustfully looked at her when he thought no one was paying attention. So he clearly still wanted her physically, which made no sense for calling it off... unless he had caught feelings too.

That little spark of hope is what made her pursue this plan in the first place, it was one of the only things she could hold on to. But she could tell something was missing from that new relationship of his. That red hot flame of desire, the need to have the other no matter the time or place. No one could fuck him as good as she did, no one was willing to explore that darkness that lay beneath the surface of Dr. Reid’s sweet exterior. Which was why y/n had decided she couldn’t stand by and watch them together anymore. She was determined to get Spencer back, she never wanted another person more in her life.

She wanted to be the one he woke up to in the morning, the one he could bare his heart and soul to. But she also knew she had to use sex to get her way. Y/n knew him and his body well enough at this point to tell he wasn’t getting the satisfaction and control that he craved. It wouldn't have been obvious to anyone else, but she knew and she wanted so desperately to have him lose himself within her again. She knew it was selfish to try and break them up, but she was past the point of caring. Spencer had always secretly enjoyed when she misbehaved or was bratty in the bedroom. But he loved and craved her obedience that much more. So she started slowly, doing little things that she knew would push his buttons.

She exclusively began wearing skirts, lower cut blouses and heels. Seeing so much of her on display in front of him, and their coworkers was something that would drive Spencer mad. It usually ended with him fucking her in a storage closet at work, the need to take her so overwhelming he couldn't help himself. So that’s where she began. Y/n could tell the effect she had on him, she was profiler after all. The way his pupils dilated when he looked at her, hands twitching as if he wanted nothing more than to take her over his knee and spank her until her ass was bruised. Her plan was started to take hold, and it made her incredibly proud. The next phase of her plan was to pick as many fights with him as she could. She wanted to make him angry, hoping he would snap.

It started with her disagreeing with him on aspects of a profile they were working on. It escalated to her insulting his intelligence whenever she could. She didn’t enjoy doing it, she didn’t want to hurt him. But she was desperate for any attention he would give her, even if it was the bad kind. They would bicker like children and it got to the point where Emily had to separate them while working on cases. The team didn’t understand what was happening, how two best friends so easily devolved into enemies. Y/n couldn’t help but expand her bitterness and hostility toward Spencer’s girlfriend in this process.

Little miss sunshine stopped coming around the BAU due to it. Which she was thankful for, seeing her latched onto Spencer continued to break her more and more. Little did she know that girl had ended things with him, a week prior. Claiming it wasn’t working out, and Spencer felt terrible knowing he was relieved instead of hurt. Y/n knew it wouldn’t be long before Spencer composure finally snapped, the tense energy between the two of them grew more and more each day. She just didn’t expect it to go about this way. Emily had pulled her into her office that morning, demanding to know what was going on between her and Spencer. As much as she wanted to be truthful to her friend, and boss she couldn’t do that to him. As much as she was hurt by his actions, she wouldn’t throw him under the bus. Fraternization between agents in the same team wasn't allowed. So she held back, telling her they had a falling out but not the reason for it.

Emily was clearly frustrated with her answer, and didn’t fully believe her. But she wouldn’t press her on it, not now anyway. Prentiss gave the pair a punishment for their recent childish behavior, forcing y/n and Spencer to work late that night filing away old cases. She hoped it would force them to talk to each other, work out whatever differences they had. So that was how she ended up in the basement with him, both of them awkwardly silent as they filed. This really was her fault, the dangerous game she was playing could possibly end their relationship for good. But now being in his presence alone like this for the first time in months… she was nervous.

Y/n didn’t want to be the one to break the silence first, but the longer this went on the more she felt she had to. She couldn’t help the sigh from escaping her lips, the file room becoming stuffy. She tied her long y/h/c strands into a messy bun, grabbing another file to find its rightful place. She had her back to Spencer, bending down to tuck the file into one of the many file cabinets. That was when he patience finally ran out.

"What is your problem y/n?"

She froze in place, taking a moment to compose herself before she slid the file cabinet door shut with a click. She turns to face him now, a look of frustration on his beautiful features.

"I don't know what you mean Reid."

He scoffed, rolling his hazel hues as he stalked toward her. She quickly darted out from in front of him, trying to keep some distance between them. As much as she had been begging for this exact scenario, she wasn't ready to give in just yet.

"You know exactly what I mean. You're utterly and completely hostile to me, not to mention Evie. Does seeing me happy really piss you off that much?"

Y/n winced at the use of her name, not to mention his tone. She bit her lip, going to pick up another file in hopes to put more distance between the two of them. She didn’t hate seeing him happy, she hated seeing him happy without her.

"I wouldn't call your current situation happy."

She couldn't help but glance over at him, noticing how quickly he was to compose himself again. Spencer always had a good poker face.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You don't know anything about my relationship."

Spencer's fists tightened, too irritated to even bother to continue filing like she was.

"I know you got yourself a real beauty queen, Reid. Much prettier than I'll ever be... a lot kinder. I guess I couldn't blame you..."

She slammed close another file drawer, picking up another file as she felt his eyes watching her every move. Spencer didn't say anything, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of correcting her. Y/n was the most beautiful woman he had ever had the chance to be with, it frustrated him knowing she saw herself that way. But he was more frustrated with her behavior the last month, doing everything she could to piss him off.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

The woman couldn't help but laugh humorously, slamming another drawer shut due to her own mounting frustration. She couldn't help the pull inside of her any longer, now backing the tall male up against the wall. He seemed surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, knowing she was never normally confrontational like this. Her hands gripped his tie, tugging him down so she was able to whisper in his ear.

"All of that doesn't really matter Reid... I know she can't please you like I can."

Her fingers trailed up his chest, feeling his heart racing under her touch. It sent thrills through her body. She couldn't help the smirk from crossing her features in that moment, fingers knotting themselves in his unruly curls.

"I know she can fuck you good... but I can fuck you better."

She should've been prepared for his reaction, but she wasn't. Spencer quickly flipped them around, pinning her against the wall and smashing their lips together. She melted into his rough touch, tugging desperately on his curls earning her a delicious groan. His hands were ruthless against her hips, untucking her shirt from her skirt. Spencer didn't have the patience to be slow, he needed her and he needed her now. He ripped open her shirt, buttons scattering themselves across the room. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her, his lips now sucking harsh marks onto her neck. This was the most aggressive she had ever seen him, and it made her clench her thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve the growing pressure between them. But he wasn't having that, forcing one of his leg between her own as he unclasped her bra, tugging the cups down to expose her breasts to him.

"Not so fast, you've been misbehaving for far too long baby. I need to teach you a lesson."

Y/n nearly shivered in pleasure, trying her hardest not to grind herself against his thigh. She knew that would just get her into more trouble. Spencer slipped her shirt off her shoulders, her bra following it. His hands palming her breasts roughly before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Her head falls back as his lips and teeth tug on her sensitive flesh, biting her lip to hold back the lewd noises she wanted to escape. She unwillingly let out a whimper when he stopped suddenly, pulling away from her before heading over to the door and clicking the lock into place. Y/n's breathing was heavy, attempting to keep herself upright against the wall. Spencer leaned against the now locked door, with the most delicious look in his eyes. He watched her carefully, licking his lips as he took in her now disheveled appearance.

"Bend over the desk."

His voice had dropped an octave, the looming threat in those words making heat pool in her lower belly. She hesitated though, suddenly distracted as he started ripping the tie off of himself. All she wanted was to feel those hands on her again, watching as he began unbuttoning his own shirt.

"Don't make me repeat myself angel."

She flushed by the use of the pet name, quickly scurrying over to the desk that sat in the middle of the room. She laid her front across the wood, hissing slightly as the coolness touched her overheated skin. She purposely kept her ass perked up, already guessing what Spencer had in store for her. Y/n knew she deserved whatever punishment he was going to dish out, the thought making her panties more drenched than they already were. He let her stay there for a few minutes, building up the tension even more. She nearly breathed out a sigh of relief when she heard him approach, his large hands gripping her hips once he was in reaching distance. He slid her skirt up her hips until he had a full view of her lace covered ass. Spencer kneaded the skin there, before pulling his hand back and landing a hard smack onto the skin.

The motion surprised her, another gasp leaving her as her body jolted forward on the hard surface. Spencer easily put her back into place, rubbing the reddening skin with a smirk.

"You’ll count for every spanking I give you. Show me you can be a good girl for once."

The woman nodded, gripping onto the edge of the desk as she prepared herself for another smack to her ass. It didn't come though, feeling Spencer's fingers knot themselves into her hair and pulling her back flush against his chest.

"You need to use your words y/n."

Spencer continued to hold her there, his other hand grazing over the skin of her stomach as he waited for her answer.

"Y-Yes, sir."

He hummed in approval, letting her settle back down onto the wooden surface. His next slap was harder than the first, the noise echoing around the room. She was very relieved that everyone had gone home at this point, she would be mortified if they were caught in this position.

"T-Two."

Another slap to the opposite cheek, the stinging sensation making her whimper. God he had missed her sounds, how she felt. Spencer felt slightly irritated knowing she was right, no one could do this better than her.

"Three."

It continued that way until she had counted to fifteen, Spencer couldn't have been more turned on by the sight of her reddened skin. He loved spanking her, watching her flesh ripple and bounce with each strike of his hand. He missed the supple flesh of her ass, hips and thighs... her curvy figure was something he'd never get tired of. Spencer slipped her soaked panties down her thighs, kneeling behind her and spreading her legs as he admired how worked up he had made her. The sight of her arousal making a mess of her thighs made him groan, leaning forward to collect some on his tongue. She always tasted divine, and it took everything in him not to take her right then and there. Spencer wanted to play with her a little more, make her beg for him. He needed to hear her say it.

"Did the little slut enjoy getting spanked? You like when daddy punishes you?"

Y/n's head was swimming, the title not something that Spencer had ever called himself previously. But she couldn't deny the effect it had on her, a quiet confirmation spilling past her lips as his own continued to roam the expanse of her skin. Before she had much of chance to think his tongue was now licking up her soaked core, barely brushing over her bundle of nerves. She cried out, gripping the edge of the desk harder as he began slowly eating her out. Spencer was doing it on purpose of course, getting her to the brink before taking it away over and over again. Y/n could feel the tears welling in the corners of her eyes, desperately wanting to finish.

"D-Daddy please!"

She cried out, as he slipped a finger into her entrance finding absolutely no resistance as he added another. He moved them inside her so slowly, making sure to feel each and every part of her walls that were gripping the digits tightly.

"What is it baby? What do you need?"

She was having a hard time processing any thoughts, the need for him overpowering all of her rational thinking.

"Cum, I need to c-cum."

Spencer removed his fingers, standing up to flip her over and push her hips to rest on the end of the desk. He spread her open before kneeling again, lips attaching themselves around her clit. His fingers found themselves inside her again, curling to brush against her g-spot each time. Spencer was rushing now, despite how upset he was with her he needed her to cum first. That was always an unspoken rule of his, her pleasure mattered way more than his own. The male knew it wouldn't take long now, knowing how desperate she was for him. Her hands found their way to his hair again, pulling him closer into her soaked cunt. He added a third finger, trying to prepare her for his cock. Her cries were getting louder, feeling her walls clenching around his fingers tipping him off of her approaching orgasm.

Y/n's body shook, back arching up off the desk as she came all over Spencer's mouth. He continued to lick her until her thighs tightened around his head, signaling for him to stop. He reluctantly did, gently pulling his fingers from inside her. Spencer admired the sticky essence she had left behind, bringing them to his mouth with a groan. Y/n was looking down at him, the erotic sight making her clench around nothing. She couldn't wait anymore, she needed him inside her now.

"S-Spence I need you to fuck me. Please- I can't wait anymore."

Her tone was laced with neediness, making Spencer chuckle as he rose from his position on the floor. He began unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants enough so his cock sprang free. Y/n eyed it eagerly, glancing up at him as he spoke again.

"I don't have a condom angel."

Y/n just shook her head, sitting up and pulling him closer to her.

"D-Don’t care, I want you to fill me up daddy. I want everyone to know I'm yours... and only yours."

Spencer nearly growled at her use of the title, and the implication of what she had just said. Logically he knew she was on birth control, so there wasn't a huge probability of getting her pregnant. But the thought of her swollen with his child made him absolutely feral. Looking down at her his gaze softened at her expression, seeing love reflected in her eyes. He tilted her head up so he could lock their lips together in a heated kiss.

"You want to be mine angel? Want me to fuck a baby into you huh?"

His words made her moan again, nodding frantically as she lifted her hips up against his. That was all the answer he needed, rubbing the head of his cock through her folds before thrusting inside. She couldn’t help but cry out as he bottomed out inside her, the delicious stretch was something she had missed terribly. Spencer didn’t give her much time to adjust, not that she wanted him to in the moment. Y/n gripped his shoulders desperately holding onto him as he fucked her hard and deep. She couldn’t hold back her noises at this point, making Spencer fuck her even harder.

“God you feel so good, taking me so well.”

He groaned, looking down to watch his cock disappear inside her with every thrust. It was sight he had missed, but one he could never forget. One he had kept replaying in his mind whenever he fucked his fist and imagined it was her. This was so much better than any memory his mind could recall at will. Spencer felt her nails digging into his shoulders, her cunt like a vice around him. He knew she was close, slipping a hand between them to rub her swollen bundle of nerves.

“That’s it… being such a good girl for me.”

Y/n was always willing to please him, she desperately ached for his praise. Now that she was getting it she didn’t want it to stop.

“Keep talking Spence… fuck.”

He kept hitting that spot deep inside her, nearly making her eyes roll back from the force of his thrusts. Spencer’s darkened gaze didn’t leave her for a moment, his own release getting closer watching her fall apart in his grasp.

“You like it when daddy talks to you pretty girl? Tells you how good you’re being for me?”

She couldn’t help but whimper in response, pressing their lips together in an attempt to convey just how much he meant to her. But he already knew, he always had— it just took him until now to admit it to himself.

“Come for me y/n, can you do that for me baby?”

She couldn’t help but follow his instructions, the pressure that had been building up in her finally bursting. Feeling her clench around him, her cries of pleasure bringing him to the edge. The warmth spreading inside her was a new sensation, but it felt right. He felt right. As they both started coming down from their highs he slowly slipped out of her. Y/n’s thighs were trembling, Spencer’s hands stroking them gently. Spencer nearly moaned watching his cum dripping out of her, grabbing her panties and sliding them back up her legs. His movements were now gentle, compared to the rough man that fucking her brains out moments before. She couldn’t stop the words from escaping her, praying she wouldn’t regret them.

”I love you Spencer…”

She heard the sharp intake of his breath, her eyes actively avoiding his hazel ones in fear of his reaction. His hand gently grasped her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. She wasn't prepared for the look that crossed his features, complete and utter adoration. If she wasn't already sitting, her knees might have collapsed as he pressed their lips together again. This time it wasn't as aggressive, he was trying to show her felt the same way. They finally pulled away from each other, Spencer gently cupping her face in his hands.

"I love you too you know."

As much as she was overjoyed to hear those words coming from him, she couldn't help but feel guilty. The emotion starting to creep up on her, knowing that Spencer had cheated on his girlfriend with her. She didn't think it would effect her like this, tears starting to well up in her eyes. Spencer looked at her confused as she pushed him away, attempting to put some distance between them.

"I-I'm a terrible person, we shouldn't have done this. Fuck.. I have to go."

She got down from the desk on shaky legs, quickly fumbling to put her clothes back on. Her shirt was ruined, but she put it on anyway attempting to keep it closed. In her haste to leave the situation she didn't hear Spencer approach her, gently tugging on her wrist. Y/n looked up at him, tears continuing to stream down her face.

"Please don't go, you didn't do anything wrong y/n."

Spencer pulled her into his chest, wrapping her arms around her to hold her close. He pressed a kiss to her head, attempting to calm her.

"Evie broke up with me over a week ago. I knew it wasn't going to last... not when I was in love with someone else."

She gently pushed herself back from his chest, the male wiping the tears from her cheeks. It gave her some relief knowing they were broken up, but that still didn't fix all the hurt she'd caused him over the past month.

"It still doesn't make it okay how I've been treating you... and her. I was jealous, and angry that you ended things without even talking to me. So quick to move onto the next thing... I just.. I want you to know I'm so sorry."

Spencer just shook his head, pressing their lips together again. He held her tightly, protectively, any anger he had towards her had dissipated the moment she told him she loved him.

"I understand your reasoning, and I can't say I wouldn't have done something similar if the roles were reversed. Now, we'd better finish this filing before Prentiss really has our asses."

She couldn't help but giggle, wiping away the last of her tears before kissing him again. Spencer Reid was all hers, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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I’m so happy your on my dash again!!! I was wondering if u could do something like post-prison Spencer where him and the reader do “it” for the first time after he gets out, and instead of it being rough they r both completely blissed out by being so close to each other again! And it’s super gentle, slow, and just like love-drunk.

ahhhh glad to have you back angel! i would love to!! enjoy! *mdni!!* also this ended up being much longer than i anticipated!! ♡

spencer showers the minute he gets home from prison and naturally, he takes twice as long as he normally does. you sit on the edge of the bed waiting for him, watching steam billow out from the open door

normally he wouldn't leave the door open but the thought of having something separating you from him, for even a few more minutes was too much

you watch as he dries off, just happy to have him home. he wanders back into the bedroom, smiling softly at you when you hold out his pyjama bottoms, folded neatly in your hand, "here," you whisper

"thanks honey," he mumbles, rubbing a towel over his hair so it's mostly dry. you look away when he gets changed, only hearing his towel fall to the floor with a soft thump, "hey,"

spencer crouches down in front of you, his hands smoothing over your thighs as your eyes flicker over his face. he looks tired though his eyes are soft, "i've missed you," your voice wobbles as you speak, tears flooding your eyes against your will

you hold his face in your hands, a gentle reminder that he's really there, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks, "no tears," he mumbles, sounding like he could cry too

in your best attempt to stop crying you kiss him, softly and slowly, letting him sigh contently against your lips. his hands slide up your legs, settling on your waist as he leans into you, pushing your body back until your laying underneath him

he pauses to breathe, eyes searching yours wildly while he hovers over you. his hips roll against yours, a soft gasp passes your lips as a whimper tumbles from his, "just," he pauses, his eyes shutting slowly, "need you," his forehead presses against yours

"i'm here," you whimper quietly, feeling his cock pressing against you, hard and tenting in his trousers. he hums against your jaw before pulling your bottom lip between his while his hand drops down between your bodies

your back arches immediately when he touches you through your trousers and panties, soft circles being rubbed over your clothed clit. "sit up," his voice is muffled by your lips on his but you get the gist, holding your body up just enough for him to get his hands up underneath your shirt

the loss of touch on your pussy makes you whine and paired with the cold air brushing over your nipples, you become desperate. he leaves a sloppy trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, groaning gently to himself when he gets to your tit

his hair tickles against your chest and your fingers slide up his neck, tugging on the hairs at the base, "spence," you plead, his mouth on your nipple and his fingers against your clit becoming more teasing than anything else

"i know," he breathes hard and kisses your collarbone before he stands up, towering over you. his fingers slip underneath the waist of your trousers, gripping and tugging to pull both your trousers and panties down your legs, discarding them on the floor as you sit up

spencer steps between your legs, knowing what you're going to do before you can ask, he hasn't got time that now. he hisses when you get your hands on him, wrapping softly around him as he pushes his pyjama's down so he can step out of them

the tip of his cock weeps in your hand, precome leaking over the pad of your thumb, "fuck, angel," spencer groans through gritted teeth, his fingers tangling into your hair as his head tilts back

you lean forwards, pressing soft open mouthed kisses from the base of his cock to the tip, barely sliding your lips around the head before he's pushing you away, "don’t, i'll come,"

he's always been sensitive but after months of not being able to touch you, to have you, it's increased tenfold. you flop back down onto the bed, watching him carefully as he leans over you, his hand between your bodies once more

slowly he drags his fingers through your folds, spreading the wetness from your entrance to your clit, smiling softly to himself when your fingers wrap loosely around his wrist

"c'mere," you whimper softly, pulling his hand away from you so he crowds your space. your nails dig into his shoulder while your other hand guides his cock to where you need him, "please, please ple-,"

spencer thrusts forwards, filling you in one swift movement. he grunts deeply against your neck, listening to you moaning, your head tilted back against the mattress

after a moment, he starts to move, pulling his cock out until it's just the tip resting against your hole and then he's pushing straight back in, splitting you open

your nails dig into the back of his neck, holding his head against you, his breath and lips ghosting over your skin. your other hand trails over his shoulder blade, scratching lightly until you're pulling whimpers from your boyfriend

"i'm not going to last honey," spencer groans, his chest rumbling against yours and his hips bumping against the back of your thighs, creating a gentle slap every time

"i know," you reply softly, moving your hand from his back and down to your clit. wet, sticky sounds fill the room from your fingers and where spencer is fucking into you like it's the last thing he will ever do

he grunts and groans against your jaw, his mouth open, matching yours where a steady stream of whimpers tumble from between your lips. he adjusts his hips, thrusting into you from a slightly new angle, the tip of his cock pressing impossibly deep into you

"oh fuck," you whine, arching away from the mattress. your tits bounce slightly, nipples catching against his chest. spencer huffs, cheeks puffing out as he licks over your nipple

his free hand slides into yours, fingers tangling together by the side of your head, squeezing each other gently as his cock starts to twitch, the veins on his cock rubbing against your walls

"i'm so close," you cry, fingers frantically rubbing over your soaked pussy. tears slip down your cheeks, the feeling of spencer everywhere, over you, against you, inside you being far too much for you to handle

"can feel it," spencer groans, throwing his head back when you clench around him, trapping him there, "so good for me angel, i've missed you so much," he rambles, repeatedly pushing the tip of his cock against a spot only he can reach

his pelvis pushes your fingers against your clit in time with his thrusts, causing your brain to switch off, reducing you to a crying, whimpering mess underneath him, completely blissed out

"god," spencer whimpers, a sound you'll never get sick of hearing, "angel, i can't ho-, fuck, i'm going to come," he whines, high pitched and panting hard

you turn towards your hands, still clasped together at your side. you kiss at the vein on his forearm, dragging your lips up his arm as your orgasm takes over, your entire body shaking

spencer comes at the same time you do, cock jerking inside of you as you tighten around him. both of you moan and pant loudly, your body shivering slightly when come floods your cunt, thick and warm, filling you up more after every wave

"oh my god," you sigh gently, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into you, his weight fully pressing you into the mattress, "i love you," you mumble, peppering kisses over his temple

“love you more,” spencer hums, scooping your body up carefully, making sure he stays inside of you. he manoeuvres you around so he’s laying against the bed and you’re on top of him

“never leave me again,” you whisper, your head lolling into the crook of his neck as his fingers trail up the dip in your spine softly, “please,”

“never, i promise”

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