When Evil Doesn't Sleep* - Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.
Bets with a Vegas Boy* - When Spencer and Reader make a bet with high stakes, their stubborn sides show, but when a consulting officer has his eyes on reader, Spencer has to step in.
Partners In Crime* (A) - Spencer Reid is no longer a BAU genuis, but your partner in crime. A sneak peek at what it takes to earn Spencerâs trust
Series
Connection (A) - When Spencer and Reader meet, they connect almost instantly. When she is kidnapped later that night it's up to Spencer and his team to find her.
Connected* - Spencer visits reader at work for their lunch break, but tension curbs their appetites
18+ - Prosecutor!Hotch having a pre-trial quickie with you in his office, then being caught by one of the judges who is also your friend so you just get a warning
shut up i love this so much (smut under read more)
something about prosecutor!hotch is so fucking hot it drives me crazy.
he calls you his good luck charm, heâs never lost a case with you by his side and you two have your little pre-court ritual which is just him fucking you in his office - to get all his frustration and stress out so he's as calm and collected as he can be when he enters the courtroom.
you thank the lords above for the heavy doors and thick walls that surround you as he fucks you against his desk, the crude sounds echo throughout the room and his hand is clamped over your mouth to keep your whines and moans at bay. he loves to tease you, youâre always so desperate for him especially in this scenario when he's full of self-confidence and the perfect amount of cocky.
youâre both so lost in the moment, his head buried in your neck that you don't hear the door open - only snapping out of your daze when you hear someone coughing. hotch freezes, not daring to look up for a moment - heâs so fucked. and it's not until he hears laughter that he raises his head to look at the person who had just walked in on you. youâre confused when he scoffs and stays in you. so you turn your head slightly, a smile etching its way onto your face when you see, thankfully, it's one of your oldest friends - a judge, someone extremely important and who you should absolutely be embarrassed about getting fucked in front of, but your friend nonetheless. you watch as they look down and shake their head before speaking, a smile evident in their tone.
âyou have 5 minutes to finish whatever this is, and we will be discussing appropriate workplace behaviour later hotchner.â they say, before shutting the door behind them - pulling hard enough for it lock to avoid anyone else walking in, something which you both had evidently forgotten.
the door is barely shut before aaron continues to move, going harder - deeper if possible. desperate for you both to reach your finish. he doesn't hold out at all, his thumb finds your clit and his lips latch onto your breasts kissing across the heated skin. it only takes a few more thrusts for him to spill inside you; your orgasm following closely behind and you all but collapse against the cold wooden desk, your chest rising and falling as his hands trail down your body to calm the aftershocks.
âi cant believe that just happened.â you said, hands covering your face as the embarrassment sank in. he pulls your hands away and lifts you so you're sitting up again. he kisses you gently and adjusts your clothing, pulling your panties back up to keep his cum from trailing down your legs.
âits fine. dont worry about it.â he takes a look at his watch, and quickly puts his blazer back on and picks up his briefcase. âi gotta go. wish me luck.â
you smile at him, pulling him in for another kiss. âyou dont need luck hotchner, you have me.â and safe to say, you were most definitely his good luck charm.
summary: reader steps in when jack and aaron have difficulties during driving lessons.
pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner, teenager!jack hotchner
warnings: none, just a little family angst and some fluff
an: this was born from a conversation with @ssahotchie about aaron teaching jack how to drive. it was only supposed to be a blurb but it got a little out of hand bc i have âšissuesâš. and now itâs part 1 of a series called all grown up. lovely graphic was made by the sweet @boldlyvoid, thank you so so much!
word count: 1.3k
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Aaron flops down beside you in bed, letting out a long sigh before he turns to shut off the lamp on his bedside table. Like every night he turns over facing away from you. You slide across the sheets, putting your arm around him and placing a soft kiss on the skin of his back.
âI heard you and Jack arguing, is everything okay?â
He tenses in your arms, sighing again. âHeâs reluctant about continuing his driving lessons with me and Iâm not understanding why.â
You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Jack was old enough to drive. âWell, did youâŠask him?â You ask sarcastically.
Aaron reaches back to give your thigh a playful pinch. âBelieve it or not I did. He wasnât ready to talk.â
âThen thatâs just that. Heâll be ready when heâs ready. But if youâd like, I can try to talk to him about it.â
âYouâd do that?â
âFor my two favorite people on this earth? Of course. Iâll talk to him when you go on your run in the morning.â
âThank you, sweetheart.â
âAnytime, sweets. Now letâs go to bed.â
___
âCinnamon Toast Crunch or Fruit Loops?â You hold up the boxes for Jack to choose from.
His eyebrows knit together, much like his fatherâs as he thinks about his answer. âNo time for eggs?â
You glance at the clock on the oven and decide you can spare the time. You were trying to butter him up for this discussion after all.
âFine, but Iâm putting spinach in them.â
He rolls his eyes but agrees as he stands to pack up his school bag. Youâre facing away from him, whisking some eggs when you decide this is your moment.
âSo howâs driving lessons going?â
He lets out a frustrated breath. âDad, put you up to this?â
âNope, I volunteered, Iâm altruistic like that. So talk, Iâm holding these eggs hostage until you do.â You say glancing over your shoulder at him.
Heâs silent for a moment, and you hear him fidgeting with something on his backpack. â(Y/N)?â
His voice is so soft and nervous that you turn around to look at him. His eyes are a little glossy so you turn off the eggs that are practically done anyway and come to stand across from him.
âI just donât want to disappoint him. Dadâs so good at everything, and I know he expects a lot from me.â He looks down at his hands.
âHoney, he just wants you to do your best.â
âI know, but he can beâŠâ
âIntense?â
âYeah.â
You reach across the counter, grasping his hands in yours. âHow about this, this weekend, Iâll take you for a lesson and if it works better for you, then Iâll have a talk with your dad about it?â
âReally?â
âReally.â
âYeah, okay. Thank you.â He looks up at you with a small smile on his face.
âIâd do anything for you Jack. Now letâs eat up, weâve gotta go soon.â
___
âIntense.â Aaron repeats the word that you offered to Jack earlier this morning. Heâs trying to keep his expression neutral but you can see in his eyes that heâs wounded.
The two of you are laying in bed again, youâre wrapped around him just like you were last night, though heâs facing you this time.
âHe just doesnât want to disappoint you. Heâs really excited about learning how to drive and he wants you to be proud of him.â
âI am proud of him.â
âI know, baby, but you can beâŠfor lack of a better word, intense.â You give him a gentle kiss.
He nods against your lips knowingly, âSo youâll teach him?â
âAnd then when heâs ready weâll do some together with you. Just until heâs comfortable. Okay?â
âOkay.â
___
The first time you take Jack driving heâs reserved and tense at the start. You make sure to keep your voice light, but directive. You tell him to pick out a radio station he likes, knowing itâll help him relax.
âDonât choke the steering wheel, just loosen up a little. Youâre doing great.â
By the end of the first lesson Jack is definitely more comfortable, he even laughs and jokes with you a couple times. Once the two of you make it home, he asks if youâll do a few more lessons with him, and you easily agree.
Aaronâs away on a case and asks how it went on your nightly call.
âIt was really good. I think after a few more lessons heâll be ready. Heâs really great, really thorough, just like his dad.â
âThank you for doing this, sweetheart.â
âItâs a pleasure, you know I love you and I love him. Iâm here to make things easier, thatâs what family is for.â
You can almost hear him shake his head, and you can feel his gratitude seeping through the line. âI donât know how we managed before you.â
âI think the same thing about you guys. It's late, and I know Iâm just keeping you from your work so call me in the morning?â
âAs soon as I wake up. I love you, goodnight.â
âNight, Aaron, I love you too.â
___
âOkay, you know the path through the parking lot and weâve practiced parallel parking. You got this, honey.â
Youâre giving Jack a pep talk before he gets in the car with Aaron. You had told him that youâd sit in the car with them when he showed Aaron he was ready but Jack was insistent about doing it on his own.
âI got this.â
âJack, you ready?â Aaron calls from the car. Jack looks back at him nervously before looking back at you.
âIâll be standing right here the whole time, cheering you on.â You reassure him.
Jack envelops you in a hug, one you return immediately. âThank you, mom.â He whispers and you could melt right there. Itâs the first time heâs ever called you that.
You canât help yourself, kissing him on both cheeks before you pull him in for a tighter hug. âOf course, Jack. Of course. I love you.â
âI love you too.â He grins wide before heading over to the car.
You watch with a heart full of love and excitement as Jack does amazing, staying at the right speed, stopping completely at stop signs, and absolutely killing the parallel parking. When they get out of the car you give Jack thumbs up, and he waves before Aaron pulls him into a hug.
The sight of them together really gets you and you take some deep breaths to keep the tears developing at bay. As they walk towards you, you catch part of their conversation, a huge smile breaking across your face as you listen to them pick a date for Jack to take his driving test.
___
âYouâve been quiet all day.â Aaron comments as the two of you get ready for bed.
You spit out your toothpaste and set down your toothbrush before answering.âYeah, just thinking a lot.â
âPenny for your thoughts?â
Leaning against the counter you keep your eyes on the ground. âItâs Jack. He called me mom today.â
Aaron coughs in surprise before clearing his throat. âHe did?â
âIs that okay? Because I can tell him not to, I just-â
âYouâve been his maternal figure for 7 years now. Itâs more than okay.â He comes to wrap his arms around you, rubbing his nose against yours.
âI donât want to overstep.â
âBaby, we wouldnât be a family without you.â
âI wouldnât have a family without you. I love you so much.â
âI love you too.â He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, sweet kiss. He coaxes your mouth open gently, kissing you until you're both breathless. âHow hard do you think it would be to convince Jack to make a fort to sleep in?â
âOh not hard at all, especially if Iâm asking.â
âHey, heâll say yes to me too.â He pouts, and you throw your head back in laughter. âIâll prove it, Iâll be right back.
That night the three of you fall asleep squeezed into a makeshift fort with a movie on in the background. Things have never felt so right.
summary: Dr. Spencer Reid is the teaching assistant for your favorite class, English Literature. When the two of you run into each other, stars cross - but does love that burns too bright burn out too fast?
warnings: none for this chapter!
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader
A/N: My first chapter! I'm aiming for roughly ten chapters, and I hope you all enjoy this intro!
7:55. Your class starts in ten minutes, and you're across campus still waiting on your coffee from the only cafe on site. The cool autumn air blows in every time the door swings open, sending a chill down your spine. You shuffle your feet anxiously, itâs your first day and the last thing you want is to be late. Finally, they call out your name and you grab your drink off the counter, hurrying out the door. You do the awkward half-jog half-speed walk praying your professor isnât the type to lock the door when you turn a corner and run straight into another student, splashing your coffee all over yourself.
âFuck!â You shout, the boiling liquid seeping through your blouse and tank top, making you gasp in pain. âIâm so sorry!â The man youâve run into says, pushing his glasses up on his nose. âIâm really sorry, I swear it was an accident!â He looks horribly anxious and in the back of your mind, you wonder if he was homeschooled. âNo, itâs my fault I should've been watching where I was going. I was just in a hurry, my class is supposed to start in just a few minutes.â You explained to him, debating whether you should take your blouse off and show up in a tank top or just go back to your apartment and give up on today.
âWell, you should take that shirt off! UH because of burns! I donât want you to get burned any worse than you might be already.â He lets out an awkward chuckle and shakes his head, presumably at his own awkwardness. You shake your head and decide that showing up with a massive coffee stain is better than an undershirt. You tell him so and he nods understandingly. He looks around for a second and then begins to shrug his cardigan off. âHerer! You can use this to cover up, right? That way youâre not soaking wet at least!â You start to refuse his kindness, still convinced that itâs your fault but he insists. âBesides, Iâd hate for you to feel embarrassed just because I wasnât watching where I was going. Please, itâs really no problem!â You give in to his offer and tug your blouse off carefully to avoid mussing your hair. Your tank top underneath is black thankfully, and while itâs damp itâs nowhere near as soaked as your top.
You slip your arms through the sleeves of the maroon cardigan and resist the urge to take a deep inhale of the delicious smelling cologne. He smiles at you and you return it. âThank you for helping me out, but I really have to go now. Itâll be a miracle if Professor Jesson even lets me in the door.â You sigh, shoving your ruined shirt into your bag. âProfessor Jesson?â he asks you. You nod in response, and he gets a relieved expression on his face. âI can help you with that, Iâm her Teathing Assistant this semester, thatâs where Iâm headed now. I can back up your story.â You relax at his words and thank the stars that youâve managed to luck out so well.
âReally? Thatâs awesome!â He nods and after making sure youâre situated, he leads the way to the classroom. While the two of you walk the short trip, you try to make conversation. Heâs awkward, but genuinely one of the sweetest people youâve ever met. Heâs very easily flustered, you take note of. His blush from your consistent thanks hasnât faded, even in the brisk wind.
When you reach the classroom, he opens the door quietly and the both of you slip in trying to go undetected. Of coure, your professor takes note but turns her attention to her assistant, leaving you free to find a seat in the very back. She gives you a pointed look that reads âYouâre safe this once.â and returns to the lecture at hand. A girl next to you, strawberry blonde with an upturned nose hands you a copy of the syllabus and you mouth your thanks to her.
After that, you try to pay attention to the lecture, taking careful notes of each point she makes. You can feel your brain lagging from the lack of caffeine, but the cardigan wrapped around you keeps you plenty warm, and each time you notice the scent, your cheeks glow a soft pink. Despite your best efforts to keep your eyes trained on your professor, you canât help but look back to Spencer and multiple times you catch him staring. When you do, he immediately drops his gaze back down to the stack of papers heâs meant to be grading, his cheeks and ears a bright red. Itâs during this exchange of glances that you notice for the first time just how attracted you are to Spencer Reid.
You make a running tally of how many times you catch him staring on the side of your notes and it helps you pass the time. Youâre at eight when the professor dismisses you. You pack your things up, waiting for the class to clear out so you can apologize for coming in late. You head towards Spencerâs desk, but he takes notice and grabs his stuff, hauling ass out of the classroom before you can make it a few steps down. Youâre shocked at his behavior, especially since you had thought you were getting along so well. You try to shake it off, sure he just has somewhere to be and instead turn to the girl who was sitting next to you.
âHi!â you greet her âMy nameâs Y/N, thanks again for that syllabus. I would have been totally lost without it.â She smiles back at you, her teeth perfectly straight and pearly white. âNo problem! My nameâs Rosaline Capp â but you can call me Rosie!â You shake her hand and make small talk about your classes until your professor is finished answering questions. You find out that Rosieâs a freshman just like you are and that sheâs majoring in 17th century literature. The two of you part ways and you try to swallow your nerves as you approach your professor.
âDr. Jesson? I just wanted to apologize for coming in la-â She cuts you off by raising her hand and you feel your cheeks grow rosy once more. âThereâs no need to apologizeâ She assures you in a kind voice âDr. Reid already explained the situation. Besides, accidents happen, letâs just not make a habit of it, yes?â You nod, grateful that she was so understanding. âUm, speaking of Dr. Reid,â you continue âDo you know if I did something to offend him? I was going to return his sweater he let me borrow, but he disappeared when I tried to talk to him.â She wears a knowing smile and just shrugs her shoulders.
âDr. Reid is a very peculiar person, itâs best not to pay attention to his stranger quirksâ You nod and she releases you. As you make your way back to your sacred studio apartment, you toss over your professors conversation. What did she mean by that? Sure, he was a little awkward but that didnât explain why he had run out on you. You try to ignore the questions buzzing around in your head, even doing some of the reading assigned to you early but you couldnât get the man out of your head.
You decided that you would get his attention again, no matter what it took.
Summary: Nights after Spencer comes home are the best
Category: Smut (NSFW)
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Kissing, pretty soft!dom Spencer, some nipple play, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, mentions of edging, unprotected sex
The sound of a key sliding into the lock makes me sit up in excitement. Spencer had been gone for a week and I couldn't wait to see him. We only spoke a handful of times on the phone, this case being incredibly hard and needing all of his big brain to solve it. But just like always, they did and he came home.
The door swings open and I untangle myself from my mountain of blankets to greet my boyfriend. He smiles softly at me, but his body radiates exhaustion.
"Hi baby!" I grin up at him as I wrap my arms around his torso. He holds me close to him and relaxes into my hold.
"Hey. How are you?" His voice is so quiet I almost miss it. I gently rub his back and he sighs, resting his forehead on my shoulder.
"I'm great. Do you need anything?"
"I'll go to bed in a minute." He's mumbling against me as he pulls me impossibly closer. I kiss his temple and hug him as tight as I can. Eventually, he begins to let me go.
âBed?â I ask and he nods, slowly making his way to our bedroom. I follow him with a soft smile due to the giddiness of having him home. Even if he was tired.
We both change into pyjamas silently. As Spencer lays down, I quickly go through my skincare routine before joining him under the covers. He quickly pulls me into him and makes me the little spoon.
âGoodnight.â He mumbles into the skin of my shoulder. I smile and rest my arm over his, slung over my him.
âGoodnight Spence.â I shut my eyes, listening to the sound of his breathing even out. I feel his chest rising and falling behind me. Eventually, his heartbeat lulls me to sleep.
âBaby...â I wake up to Spencer kissing the shell of my ear, running his hand up and down my side.
âWhatâs up Spence?â I frown when I look over at the digital clock, wondering what he could possibly want at 2:04am.
âNeed you.â He whispers, hand slowly slipping under my shirt. This piques my interest. It had been a very lonely week without him and as much as I missed him, I missed this just as much.
âYeah?â I turn to face him, pressing my lips against his. Spencer knows exactly what that means, rolling over so heâs on top of my. My legs part to create a space for him like they had done many times before.
âI missed you.â Spencer mumbles as he kisses the column of my neck.
âMissed you more.â I smile, threading my hands into the gorgeous curls attached to his head. He pulls away briefly to help me out of the shirt Iâm wearing, smiling when he recognizes it as one of his. When the top of my body is bare, he gets back to work.
Something I love about Spencer is how conscious he is. He takes his time, pressing the softest of kisses along my collar bones before moving lower. He still doesnât rush, despite inching closer to his favourite part of my body.
âMy pretty girl.â Spencer whispers, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I moan softly as he runs his tongue over the sensitive spot. I can feel him smirking as he switches to the neglected peak. His other hand comes up to gently twist my nipple, watching as I whimper and squirm.
Eventually, he gets bored of teasing me there and begins his descent. I can only watch with wide eyes and a bated breath as he peels off my underwear. He tosses them to the side and spreads my legs impossibly wider.
âGood girl...â He kisses the tops of my thighs, looking up to see me begging with my eyes for him to please touch me where I want him to.
âAlright alright you donât have to look at me like that.â He smiles and lowers himself. His tongue runs through my folds, making me moan almost instantly. He flattens his tongue against me and watches as I grip his hair, tossing my head back.
âGod Spence! R-right there!â I whimper as his tongue runs over my clit. He circles my clit, my legs twitching at the pleasure that runs through my body. I feel his fingertip run up and down my wet entrance, slicking itself up before beginning to push in. I thank God or whoever that blessed Spencer with those beautifully skilled hands.
âJust like that!â I moan as he starts to fuck me with it. He add another finger, scissoring them to stretch me out. All I can do is grip his hair tighter, something that makes him moan against my clit. The vibration only increase my please and soon enough, I can feel myself getting close to that orgasm I so desperately crave.
âClose! Iâm close Spencer please...please make me cum!â When I feel him hum against me, I grin. Spencer often edged me, enjoying when I would whine and beg and cry for an orgasm. Luckily for me, he doesnât seem in the mood today. With increased vigor, he focuses in on my clit. My eyes roll back and I feel my orgasm hit me like a train. I moan loudly, holding onto his hair as if itâs the only thing keeping me on this Earth.
As I come down, he works me through it. After that, he pulls away from my core. His hair is a mess, his lower face is shiny from how soaked I am, and he looks positively feral.
âGod that was hot.â He mumbles and lays down beside me. I look over at him, confused, but he grips my hip and moves me so Iâm laying on my side.
âToo tired to fuck you anyway else.â He whispers into my ear as he shuffles out of his pyjama pants.
âAnything you want Spence.â I smile and he kisses my shoulder as he slowly slides in. I moan loudly, making a mental note to bake our neighbours some cookies, and dig my nails into the arm he has slung over me.
âYou like that?â He starts fucking me, slow but deep. The sounds of our skin slapping together is absolutely sinful but Iâd be lying if I said I didnât find it incredibly hot. Itâs messy as weâre both sweating a bit and Iâm ridiculously wet but it feels incredible.
âD-donât stop!â I moan and he bites down on my shoulder as the pleasure overwhelms him too. He presses his body as close as he can to me, pushing himself as deep as he can do and just holds it there for a second.
âI love you.â The words tickle the shell of my ear and make me smile so wide, even if he canât see it.
âI love you more, Spence.â
âNot possible.â He starts moving again, lazily fucking into me. Heâs taking his time and I have to resist the urge to whine. He would get us there eventually.
As if he can read my thoughts, his hand snakes in between my legs to rub at my clit. I suck in a breath at the increase of pleasure and try to hold off on my orgasm for his sake.
âIâm right there baby,â He whispers, âGo ahead and cum for me.â My eyes roll back at the raspy tone of his voice, and my orgasm hits me. My mouth drops open and I donât even know if Iâm making any noise. I hear Spencer moan, one of my favourite sounds on the planet, and I feel him cum. Warmth fills my lower half and I grin like crazy as I feel a rush of happy chemicals.
âGod that was good...â Spencer sighs happily and relaxes into the bed, ready for sleep. I can feel the tiredness start to kick in and all I can do is hum in response.
summary: Dr. Spencer Reid is the teaching assistant for your favorite class, English Literature. When the two of you run into each other, stars cross - but does love that burns too bright burn out too fast?
warnings: none for this chapter!
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader
A/N: My first chapter! I'm aiming for roughly ten chapters, and I hope you all enjoy this intro!
7:55. Your class starts in ten minutes, and you're across campus still waiting on your coffee from the only cafe on site. The cool autumn air blows in every time the door swings open, sending a chill down your spine. You shuffle your feet anxiously, itâs your first day and the last thing you want is to be late. Finally, they call out your name and you grab your drink off the counter, hurrying out the door. You do the awkward half-jog half-speed walk praying your professor isnât the type to lock the door when you turn a corner and run straight into another student, splashing your coffee all over yourself.
âFuck!â You shout, the boiling liquid seeping through your blouse and tank top, making you gasp in pain. âIâm so sorry!â The man youâve run into says, pushing his glasses up on his nose. âIâm really sorry, I swear it was an accident!â He looks horribly anxious and in the back of your mind, you wonder if he was homeschooled. âNo, itâs my fault I should've been watching where I was going. I was just in a hurry, my class is supposed to start in just a few minutes.â You explained to him, debating whether you should take your blouse off and show up in a tank top or just go back to your apartment and give up on today.
âWell, you should take that shirt off! UH because of burns! I donât want you to get burned any worse than you might be already.â He lets out an awkward chuckle and shakes his head, presumably at his own awkwardness. You shake your head and decide that showing up with a massive coffee stain is better than an undershirt. You tell him so and he nods understandingly. He looks around for a second and then begins to shrug his cardigan off. âHerer! You can use this to cover up, right? That way youâre not soaking wet at least!â You start to refuse his kindness, still convinced that itâs your fault but he insists. âBesides, Iâd hate for you to feel embarrassed just because I wasnât watching where I was going. Please, itâs really no problem!â You give in to his offer and tug your blouse off carefully to avoid mussing your hair. Your tank top underneath is black thankfully, and while itâs damp itâs nowhere near as soaked as your top.
You slip your arms through the sleeves of the maroon cardigan and resist the urge to take a deep inhale of the delicious smelling cologne. He smiles at you and you return it. âThank you for helping me out, but I really have to go now. Itâll be a miracle if Professor Jesson even lets me in the door.â You sigh, shoving your ruined shirt into your bag. âProfessor Jesson?â he asks you. You nod in response, and he gets a relieved expression on his face. âI can help you with that, Iâm her Teaching Assistant this semester, thatâs where Iâm headed now. I can back up your story.â You relax at his words and thank the stars that youâve managed to luck out so well.
âReally? Thatâs awesome!â He nods and after making sure youâre situated, he leads the way to the classroom. While the two of you walk the short trip, you try to make conversation. Heâs awkward, but genuinely one of the sweetest people youâve ever met. Heâs very easily flustered, you take note of. His blush from your consistent thanks hasnât faded, even in the brisk wind.
When you reach the classroom, he opens the door quietly and the both of you slip in trying to go undetected. Of coure, your professor takes note but turns her attention to her assistant, leaving you free to find a seat in the very back. She gives you a pointed look that reads âYouâre safe this once.â and returns to the lecture at hand. A girl next to you, strawberry blonde with an upturned nose hands you a copy of the syllabus and you mouth your thanks to her.
After that, you try to pay attention to the lecture, taking careful notes of each point she makes. You can feel your brain lagging from the lack of caffeine, but the cardigan wrapped around you keeps you plenty warm, and each time you notice the scent, your cheeks glow a soft pink. Despite your best efforts to keep your eyes trained on your professor, you canât help but look back to Spencer and multiple times you catch him staring. When you do, he immediately drops his gaze back down to the stack of papers heâs meant to be grading, his cheeks and ears a bright red. Itâs during this exchange of glances that you notice for the first time just how attracted you are to Spencer Reid.
You make a running tally of how many times you catch him staring on the side of your notes and it helps you pass the time. Youâre at eight when the professor dismisses you. You pack your things up, waiting for the class to clear out so you can apologize for coming in late. You head towards Spencerâs desk, but he takes notice and grabs his stuff, hauling ass out of the classroom before you can make it a few steps down. Youâre shocked at his behavior, especially since you had thought you were getting along so well. You try to shake it off, sure he just has somewhere to be and instead turn to the girl who was sitting next to you.
âHi!â you greet her âMy nameâs Y/N, thanks again for that syllabus. I would have been totally lost without it.â She smiles back at you, her teeth perfectly straight and pearly white. âNo problem! My nameâs Rosaline Capp â but you can call me Rosie!â You shake her hand and make small talk about your classes until your professor is finished answering questions. You find out that Rosieâs a freshman just like you are and that sheâs majoring in 17th century literature. The two of you part ways and you try to swallow your nerves as you approach your professor.
âDr. Jesson? I just wanted to apologize for coming in la-â She cuts you off by raising her hand and you feel your cheeks grow rosy once more. âThereâs no need to apologizeâ She assures you in a kind voice âDr. Reid already explained the situation. Besides, accidents happen, letâs just not make a habit of it, yes?â You nod, grateful that she was so understanding. âUm, speaking of Dr. Reid,â you continue âDo you know if I did something to offend him? I was going to return his sweater he let me borrow, but he disappeared when I tried to talk to him.â She wears a knowing smile and just shrugs her shoulders.
âDr. Reid is a very peculiar person, itâs best not to pay attention to his stranger quirksâ You nod and she releases you. As you make your way back to your sacred studio apartment, you toss over your professors conversation. What did she mean by that? Sure, he was a little awkward but that didnât explain why he had run out on you. You try to ignore the questions buzzing around in your head, even doing some of the reading assigned to you early but you couldnât get the man out of your head.
You decided that you would get his attention again, no matter what it took.
CAN YOU MAKE THAT A LITTLE BLURB PLEASE? the one about telling spencer you need to talk and then asking to suck his cock? please đ„ș please i need that so bad đ„ș you would make my shitty day so much betterđ„ș
Its not YOUR fault you were turned on seeing Spencer in those new tight pants he had bought, who wouldnât be.
You walked up to his desk, leaning down and resting your head on his shoulder, âHey babe, can we talk?â You whispered seductively in his ear.
He stopped writing and looked up at you with narrowed eyes, âWhat are you playing Y/N?â He asked.
You didnt say anything, just tugged his hand and made him follow you to the supply closet.
Once you were inside you pushed him against the door, rushing to leave kisses down his jaw.
He grabbed your hair to pull you back, one hand going to grip your jaw making you look at him, âI said, What are you playing at?â
âWanna suck your cock daddy,â You pouted as your hand travelled down to palm his cock through his pants, making him sigh.
âSuch a little whore,â He tutted before releasing his grip on your jaw and pushing you to your knees. âFine, but make it quick and dont be loud, cant let everyone what an insatiable slut you are, princess.â
You looked up at him nodding eagarly before making quick work releasing him from his pants, grinning when you saw he was already hard. You gently swiped your thumb across the tip before licking up the underside, placing small kisses on each vein.
âI thought,â He said, pulling you off of him, gripping your hair in its ponytail with one hand and holding his cock against your face with the other, softly slapping it against your cheek, âyou wanted to suck my cock, so open your fucking mouth and suck.â
The moment your mouth widened he shoved his cock in, not even giving you a moment to adjust he started fucking your mouth causing you to gag loudly around him. He laughed darkly at the sound before moaning at the feeling of you hollowing your cheeks to take him further.
âFuck, so good little girl, letting me fuck your face like the whore you are,â His hips were moving at lightning speed, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust making you gag loudly, âShhh, you better be quiet if you want me to cum in your mouth princess.â
He laughed between moans when he saw your eyes grow wide in excitement, âYou gonna be good for daddy hmm? Swallow my cum like the little cumslut you are?â His pace did not let up as he neared his end, he simply grabbed your head and pulled you so close your nose was touching his stomach and came down your throat as the both of you moaned in satisfaction.
He slowly pulled his cock out and released his grip on your hair, he shuddered as you attached your lips to his tip as you slowly sucked to get every last drop of cum. His hand reached down to caress your cheek as he collected the cum that had missed your mouth, with his thumb before pulling you up and shoving his thumb in your mouth.
âFuck, such a good girl, letting me use your mouth in the middle of the day and swallowing my cum like your coworkers arenât right outside this door.â
He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and your head fell against his shoulder, letting him help clean you up. âHmm your good girl daddy, just yours. Thank you for cumming in my mouth, felt so good.â You said, voice slightly muffled against him.
You both got fully dressed and did your best to make it look like what had just happened, didnt happen, and walked out back to your desks. But you knew you had been caught when you saw Derek sat on Spencers desk with a knowing smirk across his face.
â10 minutes and 33 seconds... not bad pretty boy.â He said, patting Spencer on the shoulder, making you laugh. But that was quickly wiped away when Derek turned you, âOh by the way, you got a little... on your...â He said pointing at your shirt, which made you blush and whisper a quiet âfuck offâ rushing to wipe away the stain.
Spencer sat there recalling the events of the last 15 minutes and decided, yeah...heâd definitely be wearing these pants to work again.
Summary: falling in love with your best friend (when you werenât supposed to) can be quite a bitch.
Category: SMUT (MINORS DNI)
Content warnings: friends with benefits, talks of being in love, kissing, oral sex (fem! Receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, creampie. (Let me know if i missed anything.)
Word count: 2.1k
Based off the song âFriends Without Benefitsâ By Chloe Collins
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He shouldâve known I would be awake, Spencer knew I liked the silent darkness night brought me. I did my best work between midnight and 3 am. So when his text came in, letting me know the team would be landing in an hour, I replied almost embarrassingly quickly.
I was out the door and into the frigid, January cold even faster. When I was awake, I would always go get him. It was a little tradition Spencer and I started after his first really rough case. At that time, we just drove around until his mind quieted, sometimes getting shitty pizza and eating in the car.
But now⊠we were doing a little more than that.
I let my mind wander as I drove to the airstrip. It wasnât far from my apartment and it was on the way to his, so picking him up was no big deal. I knew exactly what would be happening once he got in my car. We played coy in front of his teammates, claiming to be just friends. But we were a little more than that.
Friends with benefits was my idea, something I proposed when pizza and long car rides stoped working for Spencer. Weâd been friends since college, me getting a bachelors in engineering, and him working on his third PhD. We were so alike it was almost scary.
I loved our little arrangement. It started with only after cases, then once a week, and now Iâm only ever sleeping by myself when heâs away on cases. And between times when I see him, my phone never leaves my hands in case he needs me.
But we are not dating.
I want to make that explicitly clear. Spencer and I are friends with benefits and thatâs it. We agreed when all this started that we wouldnât fall in love with each other.
Unfortunately, this was something I was failing at⊠miserably.
I didnât understand how anyone couldnât fall in love with Spencer. He was everything you could ever imagine. Like if I could build the perfect man, it would be everything Spencer is. Smart, kind, funny, understanding, compassionate, romant-
âJesus fuck, itâs cold out there!â The shutting of the car door brings me back to the present. And the man sitting in my front seat, cranking the heat.
I cant help but grin at his vulgar language, something he uses more often than people seem to think. âMy car says its 10 degrees outside. Which is warmer than it was last night!â My heart races as I look over at him, taking him in. He was so fucking beautiful and it killed me to know we were only friends. But I tried to keep love and sadness out of my eyes because then he would know and everything would be ruined.
âDid you sleep at your apartment last night?â Oh yeah, then theres that. The little tiny fact that I practically lived at his place. Like I said, when he was home, it was rare I ever slept alone. And even sometimes when he was gone I would âhouse sitâ and just sleep in his bed.
I nod, âI did. It was freezing without you.â
He grins and hums, âyou always say Iâm the best heat source around.â Because he was. Spencer was scrawny but he threw off more heat than my heated blanket, most nights forcing us to sleep with the windows open.
âPizza or home?â I asked. It was nearly 2 am but there was a little place near his apartment that always had the most amazing slices.
I watch him think it over for a minute before turning and doing to me what I did to him, take me in. âHome⊠its been a while and I miss you.â
I felt my heart jump into my throat at his confession. But I swallowed it down and reminded myself that he more than likely didnât mean it like that. He probably just missed the sex and the slight companionship I brought to him. He always said, even when we were in college, I was one of the few people that made him calm. And after college I became the only person.
I nod and put the car in drive, waving to his teammates who eye us suspiciously. I knew they knew my feelings and I prayed that they never told him. âI missed you too, Spence. Work just isnât the same without you breathing down my neck to check my work.â
He laughs and my heart is back in my throat. Its one of the most beautiful noises Iâve ever heard in my entire life. Like a favorite song that I wish I could replay over and over again. âBecause sometimes you make silly mistakes and the last thing we need is NASA getting mad at you! Cannot have that.â
âI am too valuable to NASA for them to fire me.â I grin and roll my eyes at him.
âMmhm sure, sure.â
The closer I get to Spencers apartment, the more the tension rises. By the time I park in my usual spot, Iâm squeezing my thighs together to try to relieve some pressure forming between them. And we barely make it in the door before his lips are on mine.
Itâs 2 am and its dark, but it didnât matter. It was a route that weâd taken so many times before, I knew it well. We rip off clothes as we walk, only breaking the kiss to take off our shirts. The trail of our clothes leading into his bedroom.
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he murmurs as his lips trail over my jaw and down my neck, leaving little love bites in their wake.
I let myself relish in the compliment; falling into the little fantasy that maybe he could see me the way I saw him. I craved his affection and if this was the only way I could have it, Iâd do it forever.
My hands creep into his hair, twisting into his curls and bringing his face up mine for another kiss. He tasted like cinnamon and Spencer, two of my most favorite things. He was intoxicating and I wanted to be high on him forever.
âSomeone missed me?â He giggles into our kiss, hands wrapping around me to unclasp my bra. âAlways so needy when I come home.â I let the straps fall, revealing more of myself to him.
Hungry eyes flicker between my breasts and my own eyes, fire and lust filling them. I will the butterflies in my stomach to dissipate. But the second his fingers reach up and tweak my nipples, they are back in full force. His fingers are magical and I think about it, the wetter I get.
âI did miss you. A-always miss you when youâre gone, Spence.â I let the confession fall from my lips. I knew I could just explain it away; Iâd done it before. âBut can you blame me for being needy? L-look at you.â
He grins, pushing me back onto his bed, crawling over me. âYeah? What about me?â
Iâm nearly speechless when he asks me that. Iâve told him he looks good before and never, ever, has he asked me to explain what I meant. And him kissing down my body is not helping my brain think of an excuse.
So, that explains why all I could think of was, ây-youâre so beautiful. Perfect.â Heâs pulling off my panties as I confess to him that I thought he was beautiful.
âReally? You think Iâm beautiful? Sâvery sweet.â He mutters between kisses up my thighs, till heâs settled between my legs. All I wanted was him to do something more stimulating. But Spencer liked the thrill of the chase, the build up. He teased me relentlessly until I begged.
He kisses my clit so gently, and it makes me shudder a little. I feel him smirk against me and before I can speak, he licks up my cunt and makes me moan loudly. âFuck!â My hands tangle back into his beautiful hair, soft and pretty thanks to me teaching him how to take care of it.
He sucks a little harder on my clit, doing everything he knows I like. I squirm, making him wrap his arms around my thighs and pulling me closer to him while he works his tongue against me. âSpencer⊠p-please.â My begging starts because I want him to give me what I want.
âBegging already, pretty girl?â He grins before going back to what he was doing.
I grin at his sentiment, he only ever called me âpretty girlâ when we were like this. He never called me anything other than my name outside of this room. I relished in the name while I could. âY-yes please. Iâm so close!â
âGo ahead⊠cum for me, y/n.â And thatâs all it takes for me to tip over the edge. My hands tugging on his hair and his name rolling off my tongue over and over again.
He works me through it as he always does, gently and with care. No man had ever made me feel the way he did. No man was ever as gentle as he was. Even when Spencer was rough with me, I still felt like he cared. Trust me, I understand how much of an oxymoron that is, but its true.
âSuch a pretty girl⊠such a good girl for me huh?â He kisses up my body till heâs at my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, my hands on his face so keep him near me.
âPlease fuck me, Spencerâ I whisper, our faces so close. âI need it.â
He grins, âoh you need it?â I cant help but match his grin.
âIâll die if you donât.â It makes him giggle but it works because he lines up and pushes in slowly. He fills me perfectly, stretching me in a way no one else has. âGodâŠâ I whine.
He fills me to the hilt and waits no time to fuck me, slow and deep. When heâs like this it means the case was decent, his mind just needed to be shut off so he can sleep. If it was hard and fast it meant he had a rough time, stressed out, and most likely, forced to kill someone. It didnât matter if they were killers, he never liked shooting unsubs.
I was grateful for when we got to be like this, slow and controlled. Close. So, fucking close. His lips so close to mine, but pleasure not allowing us time for kisses. Just moans and sounds of our bodies coming together. My eyes struggling to stay open but I needed them to. I needed to memorize every moment of this time with Spencer. I did it every single time we were like this. Just in case it was the last time.
I wasnât religious, but I always prayed he wouldnât wake up and regret our time, ending us before we really ever started.
My nails dig into his back, making him groan, it was such a pretty sound. It makes me dig my nails in a little more just to hear it again. And Iâm rewarded âfucking hell, baby.â
âBabyâ⊠another thing he only called me when we were like this.
It makes the knot in my stomach tighten and before I know it, another orgasm has me in a chokehold. Spencer following right behind me, calling out my name. The feeling fills me with emotions unlike anything else. âSpencer! God, Spencer I love you.â I donât even stutter when I say it, but his hips do and thatâs what makes me realize what I just said. âS-spencer I didnât⊠i-Iâm sorry. I didnât meanâŠâ
âI love you too.â Itâs not an accident. He means his words, I can see it in his eyes. It takes my breath away.
âWhat?â My hands run down his arms and I will myself not to cry. All Iâve wanted for years is to hear him say that. And I sincerely wanted to make sure I wasnât going crazy.
He moves slowly but he nods, slowly bringing us down from the high, âI love you. Have for so long.â
I blink up at him digesting his words. âMe? You love me?â
It makes him giggle. My confusion is something he always found funny. Claiming I was smarter than him in some ways, not as smart as others. He always says its cute. âYes. I love you. And you love me, yeah?â
I nod and all that makes him do is connect his lips with mine. The kiss is sweet and full of everything I felt for so long. And it was all coming true.
âIâll take that as a yes then?â He asks when I pull back.
âCan take it as an absolutely.â
I guess there really isnt fun in friends without benefits.
