cw: fluff, remus is observant but emotionally constipated, r is OBLIVIOUS, acts of service, r is implied to live far from her family, nosy coworkers, i love risotto!!
a/n: i love linecook!au so much it's taken over my mind, this is from this request by my lovely lovely lovely alisha and a conversation we had about this au
wc: 2k
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āI mean, it was great, and so useful, but I'm so glad to be home. I missed you lot. God, I even missed James's awful omelette he always makes!ā
Lily is half-sprawled across the booth youāre in, leaning heavily into your side as you giggle at her slurred words. The entire Three Wheeler staff is out on another monthly night out at a bar across town, huddled inside out of the late September chill. Excited to spend time with Lily now that she's back, you've stuck to her side most of the night.Ā
āYou laugh, but itās actually horrid. I mean, I love James, but there's a reason why he's a host and not a cook, you know? But I let him make it for me every time because heās so sweet about it.ā
You angle your head a little, confused. Sure, James is sweet, but you wouldnāt assume that his cooking is the way heād choose to express it, considering the insanely over-the-top antics youāve seen him do in the name of showing Lily how much he loves her.Ā
āLils, whatās so special about an omelette? I saw the video of James serenading you when you got out of the plane, this canāt be as endearing as that.ā
Lilyās eyes widen, the glassy haze of alcohol not having lifted. She straightens, nearly knocking her forehead into your chin.Ā
āNo! Itās not just an omelette, thatās what Iām saying! Heā he talked to my mum, back when we started dating, and heās always trying to make this omelette she used to make when I was a kid. He never gets it right, itās always pretty burnt, but isnāt he so nice?ā
She looks at you imploringly, as if her life depends on your opinion of Jamesā niceness.
Reaching out to straighten her top, you nod indulgently.
āYeah, Lily, James is really nice.ā
āI am, arenāt I?ā
Snapping your eyes towards the sound, you see James, Remus and Marlene in tow as they walk to the table with a round of drinks in hand. Lily, the drinks having her much more shameless than normal, immediately wraps a hand around his bicep, tugging him down to sit next to her. They set drinks down, Remus placing a glass in front of you without a second glance.
Lily pipes up again, this time to James.Ā
āYou are, love. Iā I was talking about your omelette. Youāre so nice.ā
James sports an uncharacteristic blush, wrapping an arm around Lilyās shoulders.
āYeah, I mean, I know itās a comfort meal. Itās like my mumās dahl. It always reminds me of home.ā
Theyāre so heart-achingly in love that it almost makes you forget that James canāt cook for shit. Marlene chimes in:
āIāve got one too! My dad makes this stew that I loved as a kid, and I make it whenever I miss home. Itās the one thing I canāt cook as well as he can.ā
Expectant eyes turn to you, and you ponder, thinking of a similar dish for yourself.
āUm, my mum used to make this risotto when I was a kid. Only on my birthday, ācos it took so long, but she would cook leeks and onions for ages before putting them in. And this sort of mushroom, I donāt remember what they were called. Like chestnut mushrooms, but longer. God, that was so good.ā
Taking a sip of your drink, you reminisce a little more.
āItās been ages since Iāve had it, Iāve been away from home so long.ā
You trail off into silence, lost in your own memories. However the moment is brief. Marlene nudges your side, Lily all but falls into your lap again, and the conversation continues.Ā
Sirius has shown up, and declares bolognese his comfort dish, much to Marleneās dismay. Remus murmurs something about Jammie Dodgers, and is subsequently teased horrendously by the others.
The following month is surprisingly busy at the pub, packed every night. In the rush to clean the place up between the short lunch service and reopening for dinner, family meal, the food for the staff, often falls to the wayside.Ā
Typically, the responsibility is on a rotating schedule, each cook given the task on a different day. When itās particularly busy, though, the staff tends to scrounge up some scraps or order in, rather than sacrifice time and counter space in the kitchen.
Because of this, itās been a couple weeks since anyoneās cooked for the lot of you. However, the university term has just ended, and with it comes a well-deserved quiet period for the pub. Now, itās the first night that family mealās even been possible, and according to the schedule written on the whiteboard, itās Marleneās turn.
Groaning, Marleneās shoulder slump. Family meal is more often than not a hassle, having to cook something for everyone while keeping an eye on her prep for the actual customers coming in two hours. Rolling up her sleeves, she huffs and puffs her way over to her station, intending to at least start on her prep before cooking for the staff.
Sheās in a zone, julienning carrots with a vengeance when she feels a tap to her shoulder.Ā
āChrist!ā The knife nearly goes flying, but she has the foresight to drop it on the chopping board before whirling around to see whoās disturbing her.Ā
Remus is sporting his usual uninterested expression, but thereās a hint of something else hidden in his irises. What it is, Marlene canāt say.Ā
āRemus Lupin! Donāt you know not to sneak up on someone holding a knife? We went to culinary school together, I know someoneās taught you that.ā
He looks unfazed, allowing her to scold him until sheās tired of it. Only once sheās through does he speak.Ā
āI want to do family meal today. You focus on your own work.ā
What? In all the time that Marleneās worked with Remus, sheās known that he detests family meal more than anything. He has a system, a routine that cooking family meal wholly disrupts.Ā
āHuh? Rem, you hate cooking family meal. Iām almost done with prep anyway, Iāll do it.ā
She makes to turn back to her counter, but he stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
āIāll do it tonight. What, would you rather make family meal or hang out with Dorcas out front?ā
Pause. He does make a solid point. Marleneās always looking for more opportunities to bug Dorcas, especially since sheās been made a manager.Ā
Remus is being suspicious, but she supposes sheād rather let him be dodgy than be saddled with family meal.Ā
ā...Ok.ā
Remus flashes a rare grin, squeezing Marleneās shoulder before returning to his station. Odd.
Sirius, as the member of staff with the least preparation to do for the dinner service, is usually twiddling his thumbs with 45 minutes still to go. He tends to use this time to dart in and out of the kitchen, waiting for family meal to be ready, and exasperating all the cooks in the process.Ā
Since he heard Remus willingly took on the task today, heās been more interested than ever, lingering around Remusā counter like an annoying ghost.Ā
He watches on as Remus juggles three burners, making a jus on one, soup on the other, and setting a pan full of onions and leeks on the final one. He sees Remus continually check on his actual prep while never ceasing to stir the pan, only removing it when the contents have shrunk in size and browned.
While Remus mutters under his breath about the fucking wanker whoās never content with just doing his own work, Sirius is more curious than ever, watching him toast funny-looking rice grains in oil along with handfuls of sliced porcini mushrooms. He ladles in stock, both hands occupied with the task.Ā
Sirius has a sneaking suspicion that the pasta sauce Remus should be working on is sticking to the pot, but said cook has no awareness of it, all his focus trained on the slowly thickening rice dish.Ā
Sirius is called out to the front by Dorcas, but catches a glimpse of Remus adding the cooked leek mixture to the pot before he leaves.Ā
Heās known Remus a long time, but heās never seen him neglect his work. Heās also never seen him so distracted at work, but he suspects that has more to do with a certain member of the waitstaff than anything.
Lily walks into the break room with a sigh, plopping into her usual seat. Cleaning the pub is never easy, and she finds herself looking forward to the meal sheās waiting for before what will probably be a brutal dinner shift.
One by one, the rest of the staff trickle in, including Marlene, which is curious, considering sheās supposed to be making family meal. You slip into the seat beside her, but Lily barely notices, not when the door to the kitchen swings open.Ā
Remus is carrying a massive pot, an earthy, cheesy smell wafting over from him. Without much fanfare, he sets the pot down on the table, beginning to ladle out servings of what she can now see is risotto.Ā
Receiving her plate, she can see itās dotted through with green and brown pieces of veg, her face warming from the steam. Next to her, she hears you suck in a breath, grabbing a spoon.Ā
The usual conversation begins, Marlene ribbing Sirius about an ex who showed up the night before, and James eagerly jumping in to describe the interaction in detail.Ā
Lily isnāt listening to them, however. How can she, when something so very interesting is happening right next to her?Ā
Youāve had your first bite, eyes widening with joy and recognition. Immediately, youāre shoveling another spoonful into your mouth, turning to Lily with your cheeks puffed out a little.Ā
Over your shoulder, Lily can see Remus sitting on your other side. He tries not to, but she can tell heās sneaking peeks at you, as if to gauge your reaction.Ā
Said reaction is overwhelming, as she can see. Youāre stunned, glancing over at Lily with impossibly wide eyes. Hushed, you speak.
āDid you try it? This isā This is exactly like something my mum used to make when I was a kid, I havenāt had anything like it in years!ā You take another bite, a groan leaving your mouth as you swallow.Ā
Lily may have been drunk on that particular night out, but she never forgets a conversation, especially not the one youād had. Looking over at Remus and the smile heās trying to hide by hunching over his plate, sheād dare say he hasnāt forgotten it either.
The risotto does to you what only the best food can, sending you back down memory lane. Youāre lost in recollection, and before you know it, your plateās been scraped clean.Ā
Without a word, Remus grabs your plate, ladling you another portion.Ā
Family meal is always good, but youāve never had one quite like this. How could he even have known? You didnāt even know what some of the ingredients were.Ā
As he hands the plate back to you, you boldly catch his eye. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but as usual, the sight of him focused on you chases them right out of your head.Ā
You canāt even say thank you, only the most stupid thought leaving your mouth.Ā
āWhatā What kind of mushroom did you put in?ā
You could slap yourself. All the things you could say, and thatās it? Youāve half a mind to excuse yourself from the table, but Remus speaks anyway.Ā
āPorcini. Theyāre like chestnut mushrooms, only longer and they taste different.āĀ
Youāre silent for a beat.
āThank you.ā
Your cheeks are flushed when you turn back to your food, desperately willing yourself to say more, but you both fall silent, eating quietly as the chaos of the rest of your coworkers rages on.Ā
Itās five minutes later when you can finally risk a glance over at Remus. Heās focused on his own food, cheeks pink (from the steam, youāre sure.).Ā
The next time you bring snacks in for the break room, youāll make sure to get some Jammie Dodgers.
jason has a staring problem. not just your face, though. he gets fixated on different aspects of your body, resulting in you occasionally feeling particularly observed by him.
there was the one day where he seemed particularly obsessed with your shoulder, for some reason. yes, he'd kiss it like he normally does, but the intent gaze was what really did you in. it had you twisting around in the mirror, trying to see what weird deformity had him staring. when you finally cracked and asked him, he pointed out how your moles kind of look like a star.
another instance where he wouldn't stop eyeing the curve of your neck, occasionally reaching out to stroke it with the tip of his index finger. or the day where he kept gawking at the hollow of your knee as you lay over his legs.
but you never feel more studied than when the lights are dim, when your panties hang precariously off one ankle and your thighs are slung over jason's broad shoulders. that's when jason really gets to ogling you, to the extent to which you start squirming, wanting him to just get on with it already.
jason doesn't let you rush him, though. a sharp tap to your inner thigh and a gravelly 'be patient' has you settling down for him immediately, much to his enjoyment. it gives him a little more time to peer at you, admire you in peace before you inevitably get needier.
the team is shocked to see thatā¦ early seasons!spencer pulls?? and he has pulled???? (aka, the team discovers that early seasons!spence has a girlfriend)
a/n: first cm fic!!! super indulgent, deffo way longer than it had to be but I donāt care, I love love love the dynamic of the s1/s2 team and I NEEDED to write it (look at '#mystery girl!au' on my blog to see more musings about them <3)
cw: alcohol consumption, reader referred to as a woman, reader is around spencerās age in s1/s2 (23-24), completely inaccurate early 2000s technology i think, cuties being cute, not edited in any way
wc: 2k
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āāO Keefeās! My wonderful, wonderful sweethearts, we are going out!ā The moment the team steps out of the elevator, Penelope is bombarding them, hands moving wildly as words seem to tumble out of her mouth. āAnd yes, Hotch, I am sure we have no cases lined up yet, and yes, Iām sure JJ can corroborate that the moment she gets to her office and no, you may not stay behind, tonight is compulsory. That stands for you too, Gideon!ā
Hotch hasnāt even opened his mouth, shaking his head in defeat as he takes in Garciaās determined face. Under the watchful eyes of the team, his shoulders slump, a tired hand scrubbing down his face. āFine. We all have to finish our reports, but if weāre all done in half an hour, we can go. Gideon?ā He turns his face, hoping for Gideon to find a way to bunk off, but thereās a glint of amusement in the older manās eye. āSounds like thereās no getting out of it.ā With that, he walks off, to his office.Ā
Penelope whoops excitedly, āOkay! That means weāre all going! Thatās the first time since Gideon came back,ā but her face sets slightly when she meets Spencerās eye. āNo. No, Baby Genius, you will not do this to me,ā
āGarcia, I have pl-ā āNo! You are coming out with us, and weāre going to have a great time, and whatever Russian indie film you were going to watch will still be there for you tomorrow. Okay? No more complaining, baby, you know I wonāt listen.ā With a pat on his shoulder, she flounces off. Defeated, he doesnāt move from the elevator area, shrugging helplessly when Elle, JJ and Morgan brush past him to the bullpen.Ā
With a sigh, he takes out his phone, pressing his newly-programmed speed dial and bringing the phone to his ear. From Derekās vantage point in the bullpen, he can see Spencer, pacing back and forth in front of the elevator doors, and he can see the moment whoever is on the other side picks up. The younger manās face lights up, like when heās on the receiving end of a rare Hotch smile out in the field, but more spirited, buoyant. Only snippets of the conversation float in through the slightly-ajar glass doors, but theyāre enough to give him pause, and still his fingers above his keyboard.
ā...Garciaās got this plan for us all, andā¦ā
āYes, I know, I do like going out with them, but thatās not what I wanted to doā¦ā
ā...I took the metro tonight, so I think Iāll justā¦ Really? You want to?ā
At that point, Spencer turns, his voice muffling, and keeping Derek from his vested interest in his conversation. But what little he heard is more than enough to pique his interest. He flicks a pencil onto Elleās desk. āGreenaway. You know if pretty boyās mom is in town or something?ā Elle looks up from her monitor, head tilting, āNot that I know of. Besides, doesnāt she not like flying? I donāt think heād have her come here. Why do you ask?ā
Derek doesnāt reply, simply gesturing to the glass doors, where Spencer is walking inside, his mouth twitching to conceal his smile. His steps are measured, like heās trying to feign calm. He settles at his desk, hunching his back in a way that canāt be comfortable, typing rapidly as his knee jiggles up and down. Elle turns back to Derek, eyes wide with wonder.Ā
āThat is not how you look getting off the phone with your mother.ā
The incident is quickly forgotten, however, when the BAU team are crammed into a booth in the back of the low-lit bar. Penelope has roped Hotch into helping her bring drinks back from the bar, and the rest are speaking a little too loudly, arms flinging and bumping into the empty glasses littering the table.Ā
All except for Gideon, who, despite having had three glasses of whiskey, is still just as calm and observant as he is fully sober. It is this that causes him to zero in on Spencer, sitting across from him, sandwiched between Morgan and the newly-returned Garcia.Ā
Thereās a pink flush across his high cheekbones, and heās incredibly giggly, all things that are completely expected for him, a few drinks in. However, what the experienced profiler picks up on, are his darting eyes. Spencer can often be found staring into the middle distance, or, since Gideon taught him the importance of building rapport with victims and officers alike, trained steadily on the space between someoneās eyebrows, but this time itās different.
His eyes flick to whoeverās talking, feigning interest, but every few seconds, it turns back down to his lap, where something is clutched in the hand he keeps under the table. If it were Hotch, Gideon would know with absolute certainty that he was watching his phone, waiting for a text from Haley.
But this is Spencer. The youngest person he knows. The youngest person he knows whose technological knowledge is somehow worse than Gideonās own. What on earth would have Spencer acting-Ā
Oh. Gideon nearly gasps at Spencerās movements. On his fifteenth peek down at his lap, Spencer stiffens, then draws his hand up from his lap to get closer to his face. It is his phone, and Spencer Reid has somehow learned to text as quickly as Morgan does. His thumbs fly over the buttons on his phone, and he canāt hold back the smile that spreads on his face.
Gideonās eyes furrow, and he canāt hold back from nudging Hotchās shoulder, pointing in Spencerās direction. Hotch pulls himself away from his conversation with JJ, and Gideon can see his expression morph from mild interest, to confusion, to complete bewilderment. After a beat, his face turns to meet Gideonās and his normally stoic demeanor is shaken, eyes wide.Ā
Spencer, however, doesnāt even notice his mentorsā faces, still tapping away at his phone and craning his neck to look around the bar.Ā
Itās a while later, when JJ has pulled the team (minus Hotch and Gideon) onto the dance floor, a few drinks past tipsy at this point. Sheās laughing out loud, holding Elleās hand and twirling her under her arm. Penelope and Derek are mock-waltzing, bursting into laughter every few steps, and Spencerā¦Ā
JJ pauses for a moment, before Elle pulls her into moving again. Her head whips around, trying to find Spencer, before giving up. He must be back at the table with Hotch and Gideon, he was never very comfortable dancing anyway.Ā
The four on the dance floor quickly devolve into a mess, swapping partners until theyāre all dizzy and laughing. JJ and Penelope are shimmying back and forth together, when Penelope gasps a little, tapping JJās arm without ceasing her movements. āJayj! Look, see that girl at the bar?ā She gestures subtly at a younger woman, wearing a purple top that has JJ sighing wistfully.Ā
āPen, I think Iāve seen my soulmate. Would it be weird for me to crawl over there and beg her for her shirt?ā Penelope giggles, gripping JJās forearms so they can sway to the music dramatically. āJust a little, my sweet. How about we go ask her where itās from, though? I think that would be a little moreā¦ā She goes uncharacteristically silent, and it has JJ twisting to see what shut her up. However, Penelope tightens her grip on her arms, keeping her from moving.Ā
āJJ. My love, my heart. Youāll always be honest with me, wonāt you?ā Now sheās worried. JJ nods quickly, deciding to just focus on Penelope. āYeah, Garcia, of course. Whatās wrong?ā
āI think Iām seeing things, and you are one of the most qualified people in the world to tell me if Iām going crazy. Iām going to turn us around, and youāre going to look at the woman in that gorgeous top, and you are going to either scream, or send me off to Hotch for a psychological evaluation.ā Her tone is serious, hushed, and JJ nods solemnly.Ā
The intricate plan is conducted, and JJ is now facing the bar, her eyes searching for the girl, when she stiffens, sucking in a breath. āYes! Iām not crazy, you see it right? What is going on!ā Penelope smacks her arm repeatedly, but JJ canāt tear her eyes away from it. It being something she couldnāt possibly have prepared herself for, not in her wildest imaginations.
The girl is sitting on a barstool, sipping at a cocktail, and chatting toā¦ Spencer. Spencer, the BAUās Spencer, child-prodigy-lovable-dork-awkward-mess Spencer Reid, is stood in between her legs, smiling down at Mystery Girl without a hint of fear. Itās devastatingly sweet, his eyes soft in a way sheās never seen before, as he nods along with whatever sheās saying. Penelope jolts her out of her trance with a tap to the arm, JJ whispering, āHeās soā¦ carefree.āĀ
Thatās the only way to describe it. Heās looking down at her, eyes locked onto hers, and heās still. His hands arenāt tapping, his leg isnāt shaking. Heās just looking at her.Ā
JJ can feel Morgan and Elle huddle near her, questioning Penelope about what theyāre looking at, before shutting up as they see it. She hears them take twin gasps, and huddle even closer. They stand in silence, surely a hindrance to the people dancing, but they canāt tear themselves away.Ā
Itās only when Spencer shatters their worlds once more that they finally find themselves able to move. Four pairs of eyes follow him, as he leans even further towards Mystery Girl, and they all bulge at once when he raises a hand, carding his fingers through her hair. Penelope whispers, āoh my godā, Elle grips JJās arm in a vice grip, and Derek makes an unseemly noise, before gripping their arms, tugging them back to the booth.Ā
They collapse in the seats, faces pale as they look at each other, next to a very confused Gideon and Hotch.Ā
āWhat? What is it?ā Hotch questions them, brow furrowed deeply. None of them speak, however. Only Elle lifts a weak hand to point. She directs their attention to the sight at the bar, and they all turn back to it, gasping once again. Theyāreā¦ ākissing,ā Derek breathes, shocked. Hotch and Gideon stiffen, but still crane their heads until their eyes fall on what has rendered their highly trained team speechless. And their reactions are just as silent.
Mystery Girl has stood up, her arms around Spencerās neck, and heās leaned down to meet her lips, hands braced on her hips. Itās honestly not that scandalous, a lazy, casual kiss that they part from with twin smiles, but the FBI agents canāt handle it. They donāt say a word, straining their ears to hear whatever she is saying as he holds her hand (Penelope lets out a squeak at that), and walks with her towards the door, not even noticing that his coworkers have returned to the booth. Her voice is low, but Hotch manages to pick up a few of the words.Ā
ā...go home and watch that movie I was telling you about? Metropolis, I think youāll reallyā¦ā And theyāre off. Spencer Reid has left a bar, holding hands with a girl (that heās apparently spoken to multiple times? Who refers to a place as home for both of them?), acting like itās the most normal thing in the world.Ā
The group sits in silence, unable to muster a comment, when Penelopeās phone buzzes. She checks it, and silently turns the screen over so they can all read it.Ā
BOY GENIUS: Hey Garcia. I wasnāt feeling well so I decided to go home. See you Monday :-)
i draw the batkids a lot but my faves are clark and bruce. unfortunately, they are really hard for me to draw but at least i can draw the kid versions of them
i thinkā¦the kents and alfred did their best to raise clark and bruce. no one knew the grand destinies ahead of them... they were just two very scared and lonely kids.
clark's drawing was inspired by one of adam hughes covers for superman returns and all of the colors in superman for all seasons
bruce's drawing was inspired by...the way the light hit a street sign while i was driving around near sunset
spending the night at spencer's apartment for the first time, and he's more than a little obsessed with you
a/n: my obsession w early seasons!spencer strikes again!!!! i saw an edit of train episode spencer when i was drunk the other day and wrote half of this. he fucks guysss i swear he fucks
cw: shy!reader, fem!reader, smut mdni, fingering, praise, spencer is confident like v v confident, handjob, unprotected piv
wc: 3.7k
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Spencerās quickly got you expecting contradictions. From the sight of him, lanky and awkward-seeming, youād never expected anything of the sort that youāve seen.Ā
When he asked you out, subtle and slightly cocky in his charm. When heād swooped down to kiss your cheek when youād met him at the restaurant. When he kissed you on the sidewalk, mouth warm and all-consuming.Ā
His apartment isnāt a surprise, thank goodness. Youāre nervous enough as is, spending the evening at his for the first time. It might have done you in if it was too far off from your expectations.Ā
No, the cozy warmth of his domicile is just right for you, and you feel more than comfortable curling up on the sofa waiting for him to return from the kitchen.Ā
Itās another astonishment when he sits down next to you, smile soft as he pulls you into his side with an arm around your shoulder, cool as can be. Youāre not complaining, of course. Not even as you duck your head to hide the flush thatās crept up on your cheeks.
Youād gotten used to it, you thought. To expect the incongruity between his outward-facing persona and his true actions.Ā
Apparently not, though. Not when you gasp when his index finger crooks under your chin, guiding your face up towards his.Ā
His eyes dance as he looks down at you, a level of devotion that you feel just as vividly, no matter how early it is to feel this way.
āI was wondering if you could tell me what you want tonight,ā His voice is low, melodic as it floats into the limited space between the two of you, āso we both know what weāre prepared for.ā
Your words get stuck behind your molars, only a squeak leaving your lips when his thumb swipes over the curve of your jaw. His resultant smile is indulgent, even as he prompts you again.Ā
āI really want to hear you say it for me, please.ā
His cupidās bow is really defined, you think stupidly. Itās so distinct and sharp, you canāt help but want to kiss it. But he wonāt let up, you know that.Ā
Itās not that you donāt want to sleep with him. Youāve wanted to since you met him, and more every day that you got to know him. You spent nearly an hour in the shower before coming to his apartment just for that reason. But wanting it and saying out loud are two different things.Ā
Your voice is low when it finally comes, a whisper under your breath.Ā
āYou know I want you, Spencer.ā
His smile is tender, spreading wider across his face as he leans closer to you.Ā
āWhat is it you want?ā
āSpenceā¦ā
āAll youāve got to do is explain to me. I just want to know what youāre okay with doing tonight,ā He croons, as if he doesnāt know, the bastard.Ā
It takes a few more moments of silence, his thumb brushing over your skin steadily.
āI want to sleep with you.āĀ
Thereās an agonizing beat of stillness, but he makes up for it swiftly when he descends on you. That cupidās bow melds perfectly against you, the softness of his lips sending giddy sparks up to your brain.Ā
Heās muttering against your lips, but your brainās too fuzzy to register more than a few words at a time, what with his fingers gripping your chin, and the other hand descending to your hip. Soft compliments and musings spill into your mouth, entreating you to come closer, kneeling on the sofa cushion just to be able to lean over him.Ā
He pulls back at your movements, letting out an amused chuckle.Ā
āYou want to get closer?āĀ
He leans back against the couch, spreading his legs slightly, causing his slacks to tighten around his thighs in a way that has you salivating. His hands returning to your hips, he looks up at you with that smile that makes you shiver.Ā
āCome here, pretty girl.ā
The nickname sends a shudder through you, but not even that could keep you back.Ā
Despite your flush, you let him guide you into his lap, your hands awkwardly hanging by your sides.Ā
His hands come up to brush against your knuckles, causing you to delight in the feeling of his calloused palm. He continues to move, skimming over your wrist, to your arm. The touch goes to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, and settles on your face, cupping your jaw in two impossibly large hands.Ā
Drawing you to him, your foreheads touch. A sigh leaves your lips, wanting desperately to feel him kiss you again.Ā
āSpencerā¦ā
His mouth quirks up at one side, his left thumb rubbing circles into your cheek.Ā
āDonāt have to ask me for it. You can take whatever you want, Iāll go willingly. Okay?ā
You donāt bother responding, the feeling of his hands on you overwhelming your senses until itās all you can do to lean in, pressing your front to his. Kissing him again, you canāt help but push closer, your lips parting against his.Ā
Your mind floats away as he delves into your mouth, sounds muffled by his lips on yours. It couldāve been minutes, or hours, but you canāt bring yourself to wonder. Not when his lips are so soft, when you can slowly rock yourself on his lap.
Your movements force him to part from your lips, groaning. Slipping his hands down to your hips again, he urges you to rise off his lap, standing with you. Even as you both stand, his breath continues to mingle with yours, as if he canāt be enticed to part from you. He doesnāt even move to speak, his words tumbling straight into your mouth.
āCanātā canāt do this here. My bedroom, okay?ā
A whine leaves your mouth, but you nod desperately, letting him walk you backwards towards his bedroom. Despite your unwillingness to move your mouth from his, you canāt stop yourself from stepping back, gazing around his room with insatiable curiosity.Ā
Itās exactly what youād expect from looking at him. Neat, but slightly unkempt, with lining every available shelf, and even some stacked in towers on the floor.Ā
As you turn around, eyes roving over every inch of the room, you jolt at the feeling of arms wrapping around you from behind. Warm breath hits your ear, causing you to shiver, then relax back into his chest.
āIām glad youāre so interested in my home, but can I give you a tour later? Thereās something else Iād much rather be doing with you right now.ā
You let out a breathless giggle, nodding and turning in his arms, curving your own arms around his neck. A smile breaks out over his face, dipping down to press a slow, sipping kiss to your lips before directing you over to his bed.Ā
Falling on your back on his bed, you revel in the softness of his sheets. Stroking the duvet absentmindedly, the smell of Spencer is even more concentrated here. His characteristically complex scent surrounds you, notes of citrus, old paper, and something unmistakably him.Ā
It elicits another laugh from the back of your throat, causing him to look down at you with a quirked brow. He descends on you, crawling up the mattress until heās hovering over you with an amused look on his face.Ā
āWhatās so funny?ā
Despite the giggles still bubbling up in your throat, the sight of him above you has them halting immediately.Ā
āJust excited, I guess. A little nervous.ā
The dark pools of his eyes seem to deepen further, a swirling haze of browns that suck you in.Ā
āIām excited too. And a bit nervous, I suppose. But, Iāve got to tell you, Iāve been wanting to have you here for a while, in my bed.ā
And there he goes again, saying something that sends a shiver of desire and heat down your spine, forcing blood to rush to your cheeks.Ā
Without even trying to come up with a response, you lean up instead, capturing his lips with yours again. That works wonders in shutting his nerve-inducing declarations up, his hand coming down to grip your hip firmly.Ā
You both get lost in it, lips moving steadily against each other for an indeterminate amount of time. Your brain only returns to you when you feel his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants.Ā
He pulls away, looking in your eyes for any protest. Instead, you lean up for one more peck, before holding his wrist and encouraging him to descend further. He lets out a shuddering breath, his calloused fingertips tracing the skin right over your hipbone.Ā
āCan I take this off?ā
His voice comes out in a murmur, only audible because there are scant centimetres between your faces. Desperate, you nod quickly, mumbling your assent.
āYeah, Spence, I want it off.ā
He smiles, kissing you one last time before clambering off you, kneeling between your legs. He helps you eagerly, his fingers fumbling with pulling your pants off you. The moment youāre rid of the article of clothing, he wastes no time in climbing over you again, his hand returning immediately to your hip.Ā
He seems to be focusing solely on touching you, his eyes angled down at where his hand touches your skin. Suddenly you wish youād bothered to wear nicer underwear, anything better than the slightly ratty pair of red panties that surely donāt match your bra, but he doesnāt seem to mind in the slightest.
Brushing his fingers over the front of your panties, he lets out a groan, dropping his forehead to your collarbone. Slowly, slowly, he dips down further, tracing over the small wet patch thatās been forming since he kissed you the first time tonight. You can feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin at this discovery, and you canāt help but beat him to the punch.
āDonāt laugh, Spencer, please?ā
āWhy would I tease you? Youāre all ready for me, Iām so glad.ā
His words are placating, but you can hear the satisfaction in his tone.Ā
His fingers havenāt ceased their movements, tracing slow circles over the gusset of your panties as you squirm under him.Ā
He lets you whine a little longer, before retracting his hand, chuckling at the resultant yelp of protest.Ā
āYouāre all wet for me?ā
You nod frantically, lifting your hips in an effort to tempt him into ridding you of your panties.Ā
āYeah, Spenceā¦ā
He nods in satisfaction, finally giving in and dragging the fabric down your legs. Once heās set them aside carefully, he drags his palm up and down your inner thigh, kneading at the plush flesh there. Slowly moving higher, higher, he makes you wait until his knuckles brush against the bump of your pussy, making both of you suck in sharp breaths.Ā
His eyes flick up to you, fingers gliding up and down over the seam of you, watching your face contort with the too-little pleasure. After watching you for a beat longer, he swipes up your slick with one lithe finger, positioning it at your entrance.Ā
Pressing his forehead against you, he hums softly, kissing the apples of your cheeks as he slowly presses his middle finger into you. The feeling is overwhelming, the slight stretch of his finger causing you to arch your back, pressing your chest into his.Ā
He grins, swallowing your moans with a crushing kiss. Slowly speeding up his movements, he brings his thumb up to cover your clit, swiping slow circles over the sensitive spot.Ā
Finally, he interrupts the silence, words tumbling out of his mouth as if heād been holding them back with great difficulty.Ā
āSo tight, angel. Does that feel good?ā
You can only moan in answer, struggling to keep your eyes open as he slides in another finger.Ā
āThatās it, there you go. Canāt wait to see you when you cum, you going to cum for me?ā
His hair has fallen over his forehead, looking down at you with his pupils dilated.Ā
Speeding up his ministrations on your clit, he makes you squirm again, watching with delight as you grind your hips down against his hand. The slow-building tension within you rises, each movement of his fingers and your hips bringing you closer and closer, until you have to grip his wrist in both of your hands, throwing your head back.Ā
He leans down, mouthing at the now-exposed column of your throat, his words vibrating against your skin.Ā
āCome on, angel, want to see you fall apart, you can do it. Wanted to see you like this for so long, so pretty and pliant for me. Youāre going to let me keep touching you, huh? As long as I want? So that Iā oh, good girl!ā soā so that I can see you fall apart for me?ā
Heās so preoccupied with rambling that even you reaching your climax in the middle of his sentence doesnāt stop him, but his hands show you all the appreciation you need. Along with his fervent praise, his right hand continues to thrust within you, allowing you to ride out your high. His left hand has snaked up your shirt, thumb swiping at the skin right below the underwire of your bra.Ā
Itās only once you whine in overstimulation, pushing his hand away from your cunt, that he pulls away, although he never stops his caresses to your torso. Leaning in to dot kisses on your lips, he continues to mumble.
āDid so good for me, angel, thank you. Did that feel good?ā
Chest heaving with the aftershocks, you gaze up at him with stars in your eyes, nodding.
āFelt really good, Spencer. I didnātā didnāt expectā¦ā
You trail off, unsure of how to explain why youāre so overwhelmed, but he understands, moving off of you to lay on his back next to you.
āI know. I donāt exactly think I was expecting for this to happen tonight eitherā¦ But it was okay?ā
You canāt help but grin at the contrast between his previous confidence and the hesitance he exhibits now. Shifting to lay half on top of him, you prop your chin up on his chest.
āIt was more than okay, Spence,ā
Without thinking about it, your hand drifts to his lower stomach, trailing down his clothed skin to the waistband of his own pants.
āDo you want toā¦ keep going?ā
Your voice comes out soft, still a little flustered by your own forwardness, but you still stare up at him, hoping heāll say yes.Ā
At the feeling of your fingers stroking his waistband, he throws his head back with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. You canāt stop yourself from laughing, shaking your head at him.Ā
After a moment, he looks back down, his hand coming down to rest on your back. His breathing is slightly shaky, but his voice remains solid.
āIf you want to, sweetheart. Okay?ā
Another wave of infatuation rocks through your body, smiling up at him once more. Moving your hand away from his pants, you drag your palm up his torso.
āCan we take this off, please?ā
His smile gains a wicked tinge to it, his hand moving in circles against your back.
āOnly if you do too.ā
You assent readily, kneeling on the mattress in order to pull off your shirt and bra eagerly, leaving you completely bare. Although youād normally be embarrassed, you donāt seem to find a moment to be shy, not when heās shirtless on the bed in front of you.Ā
Spencer smiles up at you, the smile he uses when he knows heās got someone cornered in an argument, the one he uses when heās sure heāll be able to beat you in chess.Ā
āCome here, sweetheart.ā
He reaches out to hold you by the waist, dragging you over to lay at his side again. His arm holding you to him, he grabs your hand, laying it on the warm skin of his chest.
āYou can touch me angel, go ahead.ā
Biting your lip, you slowly move your fingers over his skin, leaning forward to press a tentative kiss to his chest. He squeezes your waist affectionately, sucking in a harsh breath when your hand trails down to his waistband again.Ā
Slipping your hand under his pants and underwear, you brush your fingertips against the heated skin of his cock, gasping just as he does. Looking up to him, you see him squeeze his eyes shut.Ā
Your confidence grows, dipping even lower in order to wrap your fingers loosely around his shaft. A breathy moan leaves him, sending shivers down your spine.Ā
An experimental tug gets him throwing his head back in pleasure, groans tumbling from his lips.
All of a sudden you canāt take the barrier between you, pulling your hand out of his pants and tugging his pants and boxers down clumsily. He laughs a little, helping you out with a shaky hand until he can kick the fabric off his ankles.Ā
Before you can second-guess yourself, you reach out again, wrapping your fingers around his cock again. Slowly moving your hand up and down, you watch him begin to pant softly. Only once youāve gotten into a rhythm do you allow yourself to look down, the sight causing you to clench your thighs together.Ā
Itās like the rest of him, long and surprisingly thick, with a curve to it that has your cunt feeling more empty than ever. You canāt help but squirm, pressing your front further into his side.Ā
Even with your efforts to stay composed, nothing gets past Spencer. In between grunts and breathy moans, he still manages to tease you slightly.
āWhat do you think, angel? Want to keep going like this, or do you want me to make us both feel good?ā
His words have you shifting against him, wetness pooling within you again.
At your nod, he slowly peels your hand away from his cock, pressing at your shoulder to lay you back against the bed again.
With a breath stuck in your throat, you watch as he kneels between your parted legs, hand stroking at your hip. With his other hand holding the base of his cock, he leans forward, swiping his head through the accumulated slick pooling at your entrance.Ā
Both of you hiss at the sensation, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.Ā
With his eyes locked onto yours, he slowly pushes forward, letting you feel the stretch. Kissing your palm, he watches you intently, ready to stop at any hint of discomfort. However, although itās a bit of a struggle, the pain-mixed-pleasure quickly becomes overwhelming bliss.Ā
He continues to push in until his pelvis is flush with yours, falling forward with a hand on the sheets next to you. Leaning in to place a crushing kiss on your lips, he murmurs against you as he begins to rock his hips.
āPrettyā pretty girl, you feel so good. So good for me, sweetheart, so tight,ā
He pants into your mouth, thrusting slow and deep. Every time he presses into your fluttering cunt, his pelvis grinding against your swollen clit, neither of you can keep quiet.Ā
He canāt help but speed up, gripping one of your thighs and hiking it up around his waist, allowing him to sink that much deeper. Youāre captivated, both by the sensations of him, and the sight of him. His lips are parted, eyes dark and lidded as he gazes down at you, face overcome with both affection and lust.Ā
Itās not long until you start feeling it again, that unknowable, intangible pleasure that goes straight to your head, legs beginning to tremble. Trying to warn him, you raise a hand to grip at his shoulder, nails digging into the skin there.Ā
āSpencerā¦ Feels so good, think māgonnaāā
Your mouth tips open on a soundless moan, back arching off his duvet.
āI know, angel. Getting close again?ā
One of his hands snakes down between your bodies, tracing maddening circles over your clit. The stimulation is just enough, just what you need to get you there, feeling the pleasure shoot through your veins.Ā
It takes one, two, three more movements of his hips, and you fall apart, a low, keening moan ripping itself from your throat. Spencer hums, muttering praises down at you until you tip over into overstimulation.
āThatās it, sweetheart. Fuckā so tight, you feel so good. Youāre going to make me cum, sweetheart, can Iā can I, on your stomach?ā
His hand comes up to knead at the softness of your stomach, staring into your eyes.Ā
At your gasped-out yes, he pulls out of you with a groan, tugging at his cock a few more times until he cums with a low groan, marking your skin with his release. Once heās just as spent as you are, he collapses at your side, arm sliding under your shoulders to pull you closer, as if heās loathed to be parted from you.Ā
The room is silent for a few minutes, the soft sounds of the city punctuated by the heavy breathing coming from both of you.Ā
Only once your breathing evens out, he leans over, dotting kisses in your hairline.
āFelt so good, angel. How are you feeling?ā
You smile hazily, resting your head on his shoulder.
āReally good. A bitā¦ sticky.ā
Both of you become increasingly aware of the cooling mix of fluids on your bodies. With a chuckle, he sits up, rubbing his thumb over your shoulder.Ā
āIāll draw us a bath, how does that sound?ā
A rush of warmth goes through your body, and you follow his movements, sitting next to him and capturing his lips with yours again.Ā
āI really like you, Spencer Reid.ā
He doesnāt reply, not in words. But the swirling emotions in his eyes, and the all-consuming kiss he gives you are more than enough answers.
what about you? what era of NCT dragged you into their chaos?
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I got into them as a whole on the tail end of the regular era (legit one day before superhuman came out!!) but don't need your love reallyyyy solidified it for me
also moonwalk changed my life when I heard it so I had a short era of being a huge wayv fan until I chilled out into being an overall fan
