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Sitting at work, you would pout to yourself and lightly drag your pen up and down your thighs, thinking of all the wondrous things you two got up to in that hotel room.
Chains, whips, spankings, anything could happen on Friday nights, 7 pm in Room 405.
Summary: Nothing’s worse than taking care of your least favourite person
Category: Enemies to lovers with some smut!
Word count: 4.6k
Warnings: Spencers leg injury, food, cooking, cleaning a wound (his stitches), reader being a tease, light mentions of death, worries of unrequited feelings, fingering, cursing, love confession, unprotected sex
“...You’re joking right?” I cross my arms as I glare at Hotch, his face unwavering.
“I am not. With his leg injury, Reid is going to be bedridden for at least two weeks. So I am assigning you to stay with him and make sure he’s resting.” His tone is firm, though I know he’s laughing on the inside.
It was well known Spencer and I didn’t get along, for a lack of a better word. We bickered over virtually everything. Neither of us really knew why it started but it was just the way things had always been. He was so annoying, I couldn’t help it.
“You can’t be serious, Hotch! He doesn’t need me to take care of him.”
“He does. Maybe you’ll find this as an opportunity to sort out some of your differences.” With that, he walks away, likely to go check on Reid.
I collapse into the uncomfortable chair of the hospital waiting room with a loud sigh.
“I can hear you smirking, Derek.” I mumble with my eyes closed. He chuckles, making me open my eyes and sit up to shoot him a glare.
“All I’m saying is...maybe you and pretty boy can finally get to the bottom of why you can’t be in the same room together without bickering.” He gives me a pointed look and I sigh.
“He hates me Derek. Two weeks of him bossing me around isn’t gonna change that.”
“It will if you make it.” He gets up, patting my shoulder as he walks by.
This is gonna suck.
“This is so stupid.” Spencer mumbles as I use his key to open his door, pushing it open so he can hobble through on his crutches.
“Trust me, this is not how I wanted to spend my two weeks either.” I drop my bag of clothes and essentials on the ground as Spencer collapses on the couch, groaning softly.
“Can you get me a glass of water?” He asks, messing with his crutches. I hold back the urge to tell him to get it himself, and grab him some from the kitchen, making a note to clean the mess of his apartment.
“Here.” I extend the glass to him, but he doesn’t take it.
“...Did you do something to it?” His eyes flicker between the glass and me, trying to decipher if I’m trying to poison him.
“What? No! It’s just water, Reid. Drink it.” He still looks skeptical but takes the glass anyways, downing it.
“I’m gonna go unpack. Do you need anything?” He shakes his head, trying to reach a book on his table but unable to reach it. I grab it, handing it to him. He says nothing and I scoff.
“This is the worst.” I mumble as I lay down on his guest bed. The room is covered in dust, but smells faintly of Penelope's perfume which fills me with a sense of happiness despite where I am.
“Sunshine?” I hear Spencer call out, making me groan. I hated the nickname, which is why he used it so often.
“What do you want?” I cross my arms as I stand in front of him.
“I’m very hungry. Do you think you could make me a sandwich?” He smirks, knowing how much that’s going to annoy me. Spencer wasn’t a misogynistic person, even I knew that, but he did love getting on my nerves.
“Fine.” I glare at him as I head to the kitchen. I dig around his kitchen, managing to find a some bread, pack of turkey slices, an avocado, an onion, and some condiments.
I make some guacamole and spread it on the toasted bread, assembling the rest of the sandwich quickly. I make one for myself too, putting chips on the plates and bringing them out.
“Here.” I hand him the plate as I sit down on the other side of the couch.
“...This looks really good.” He’s reluctant to give me the compliment, but he does. I smile to myself, hiding it by taking a bite.
“Did you put mustard in this?” He frowns, lifting the bread and inspecting the sandwich.
“Yeah, why?” He sets the sandwich back on the plate, still frowning.
“I don’t like mustard.”
“Then why do you have it?”
“I don’t know! But I’m not eating this.” He crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. I can only scoff and shake my head.
“I’m not making you another one.”
“Fine. Don’t.” I roll my eyes, getting up and heading to the guest room. I know I have to get him some food. He hasn’t eaten in hours and he can’t exactly manoeuver around the kitchen on crutches. But, he’ll be fine for twenty minutes.
“Here.” I offer him a plate with a new sandwich, without mustard.
“You didn’t have to do that...” He mumbles as he takes the plate.
“Actually I do. Pretty sure Hotch would kill me if I let you starve to death.” I grab some new bandages and the disinfectant for his leg, gesturing for him to push his pants down. He doesn’t move, a tiny smirk on his face.
“I am not taking your pants off, Reid.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want to, Sunshine.” I roll my eyes, unbuttoning them and tugging them off quickly, so I can get this over with.
“You know...to make this even you should take your shirt off.” He grins at me, clearly enjoying this.
“Yeah? Okay.”
“Wait wh-oh.” His eyes widen as I pull my shirt off, revealing my bare chest. His eyes lock onto my boobs and I smirk as I start to undo his bandages. He had made plenty of comments about my body, so might as well shut him up, right?
“Having fun?” I tease as I clean his stitches, rewrapping his leg in new bandages. I can see his boner tenting his boxers, pretending not to notice how big it is.
“Come closer for a second?” He asks and I smile as I decide to tease him even more, swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him. The tent in his pants is right up against my core and he chokes on a moan.
“Fucking hell...” He mumbles as his hands hover over my sides, unsure if he’s allowed to touch me. I cover his hands with mine, guiding him to my boobs.
He takes hold instantly, running his thumbs over my nipples.
“You’re way less annoying when my tits are out.” I remark. He says nothing, still entranced. He leans forward and gently takes one of my hard nipples into his mouth. The action pulls a soft moan from me, making him smirk against my skin. I roll my hips against his boxers and his hips buck up on reflex.
“I’m not cleared for sex...” He mumbles, switching to my other breast. An idea pops into my head and I grin, knowing how evil I’m about to be.
“Who said anything about sex?” With that, I climb off him, grabbing my shirt and throwing it back on. His jaw drops, eyes full of lust and still hard.
“W-what?! No! C-come back!” He pouts, reaching out for me. I smirk, shaking my head before leaning in real close to him.
“Maybe next time, Spence.” I grin as I pull away, heading back to the guest room.
“You’re the worst!!” He call after me, making me giggles.
CRASH
I jolt awake, sitting up instantly. My eyes take a second to adjust in the darkness of Spencer’s guest room. I hear cursing coming from Spencers room, followed by a groan of pain. Alarm bells go off in my head and I climb out of bed and head over to his room.
“What happened?” I open the door of his bedroom to find him laying on the ground, surrounded by fallen books, and gripping his leg.
“F-fell. I’m fine. Go back to bed.” His voice is quiet as he tries to breathe through the pain. I shake my head, sitting next to him and beginning to undo the bandages to check his stitches.
“You’re lucky you didn’t tear your stitches.” I mumble as I rewrap the wound. He says nothing, fiddling with his fingers.
“Come on, I’ll help you into bed.” I stand up, keeping a firm grip on him as he uses his good leg to stand, resting his weight on me. He’s so quiet, a rarity for Spencer. But I guess I had never seen him this helpless. It probably wasn’t very nice.
“Wh-what are you doing?” He whispers after I lay the blanket over him, climbing into the other side of his bed.
“Can’t have you hurting yourself again now can we? Don’t worry, I won’t ask for cuddles.” I face away from him but I can tell he’s still awake.
“...Do you ever think that one day we might die on the field?” I turn over at this question, studying him. He stares at the ceiling, deep in thought.
“Where is this coming from?”
“I think about it sometimes. Don’t you? That one day, instead of it being a close call...we’ll actually die?” I stare at him, heart twisting at the sadness in his voice.
“Yeah. I think about it too. But I guess that’s the risk with saving lives.”
“I’m not ready to die.” He whispers, turning his head to look at me. I shift closer to him, slowly cupping his cheek.
“You’re not going to die. Not if I have anything to say about it.” He smiles the tiniest bit at that, kissing the inside of my thumb.
“I thought you hated me.” He mumbles, eyes starting to shut.
“I could never hate you.” I whisper, moonlight shining through the window to illuminate him perfectly. He sighs happily, drifting off.
Meanwhile, I stay up for far too long. I just stare at him and take him in. I had never paid much attention to Spencer’s looks but god was he pretty. His hair had been getting quite long, something Derek teased him for. I didn’t mind it though. It made him look so pretty.
But I would never tell him that.
Mostly because he would probably just laugh at me. Or tease me about having a crush on him. At the end of the day, Spencer Reid would probably never have feelings for me.
I end up waking up before him, our faces so close our noses are almost touching. For a brief second I have the urge to kiss him but I shake my head, climbing out of bed slowly so I don’t wake him. I brush my teeth quickly and splash some cold water on my face before heading out to the kitchen. I needed to do something otherwise I think I would go crazy.
“God he really does have nothing in here.” I mumble to myself as I look through his fridge. I shake my head, heading to the guest room and throwing on a hoodie and some pants. Grocery shopping would help clear my head.
Hopefully.
By the time I get back and put the groceries away, Spencer is still fast asleep. It feels oddly domestic, to be making him breakfast in bed. But it wasn’t. I wasn’t doing it out of love. I was doing it out of obligation.
I make the french toast as quick as possible, throwing some fruit on the plate and making a cup of coffee with an obscene amount of sugar.
“Spence?” I call out as I step into his room. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. It’s clear by his bed head that he just woke up. He smiles when he sees what I’m holding, arms reaching out for it.
“Wow sunshine, you’re really whipped for me.” I roll my eyes, sitting next to him and stealing a strawberry.
“Don’t make me shut you up again, Reid.” I fake glare at him but he just grins.
“If that means getting to suck on your tits again, I’ll talk for the rest of my life.” With the handle of his fork, he pulls my hoodie away from my body and peaks down my shirt. I swat his hand away and he laughs.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I have an eidetic memory. Those are sealed in my brain forever.” He grins at me and I shake my head.
“You’re the worst. I cannot believe I’m stuck here for two weeks.” I sigh, laying back.
“Oh don’t worry sunshine! I’ll give you plenty of orgasms. I’m very good with my hands.” He finishes eating, setting the plate down on his bedside table.
“Yeah right. You couldn’t make me cum if your life depended on it, Reid.” He looks at me with a smirk, shaking his head.
“Take your pants off sunshine.” His eyes rake over my body, already filled with lust. I know Spencer isn’t a particularly dominant person, but he did have his moments. And I can’t say I’m not intrigued. So, painfully slowly, I push my pants down my body, leaving my pink panties in full view.
“How cute. Take those off too.” His fingers drag up and down my thigh, making me shiver in anticipation as I shimmy out of my underwear. He grips the thigh closest to him, pulling it so my legs are spread.
“So bossy, Reid.” I smile and he chuckles.
“Oh you have no idea, sunshine.” His nails scratch lightly along my inner thigh and I have to resist the urge to moan.
“You look so pretty like this...” He mumbles as I squirm under his touch.
“Y-yeah yeah just hurry up so I can go clean your mess of an apartment.” He chuckles, fingers slipping down and finding my clit with ease. I grip his sheets as I attempt to hide how good I already feel.
Spencer shifts closer to me, angling his hand to slowly push a finger inside me.
“Look who’s soaked, sunshine.” He smiles at me, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my head. It’s weird how quickly we went from not being able to stand each other to...whatever this is. But with my luck, it’s probably temporary. After the two weeks are up, we’ll go back to the normalcy of hating each other.
“Fuck...” I moan softly as he slips another finger in, pounding them into me even faster. My hips jerk weakly as the heel of his palm rubs against my clit.
“Need words, sunshine. Tell me how good it feels and I might let you cum.” My eyes fly open to look at his smirking face.
“What is it? Think I was gonna let you cum just like that? If I recall...someone left me hanging yesterday.” He grins as he goes faster, making me moan.
“A-asshole.” I choke out through shaky breaths.
“An asshole that you’re about to beg for. Hurry up, sunshine. I don’t plan on giving you another chance.” I suck in a breath, preparing myself for what I’m about to do.
“P-please Spencer? Feels so good....” I make sure to use my puppy dog eyes, and it clearly works. He smiles and nods, keeping his fingers at a steady pace.
“Go for it.” He grins.
I try to play down how good it feels, as my orgasm washes through me and I moan desperately. He knows exactly what to do, working me through the aftershocks of pleasure.
“Told you I could make you cum.”
The scent of chicken curry wafts through the air as I cook, the kitchen finally clean and organized. It had taken me the better part of the afternoon to clean his apartment. Spencer had insisted there was on order to the chaos.
Until he tripped over a stack of books and spent five minutes trying not to cry over how bad his leg hurt.
So, begrudgingly, he allowed me to put away all of his books and actually clean his apartment. Of course, he tried to convince me to do it naked but what else is new?
“What are you making?” Spencer limps into the kitchen, peering over my shoulder into the pan.
“Chicken curry! The rice is almost done but the chicken needs a bit longer. Wanna taste the soup though?” He rests his chin on my shoulder and nods. I scoop some of the curry up and blow on it first, before moving it close to his mouth. He tastes it and practically lights up.
“That’s so good! God, I might have to keep you here forever if you keep cooking like this.” He smiles at me, patting my hip before walking away.
Meanwhile, my heart is racing. A few days ago, the mere thought of spending two weeks at Spencer Reid's apartment would be enough to fill my body with annoyance.
But now, I almost feel sad at the thought of not seeing him everyday.
“Are you alright?” We had been eating in silence for the past ten minutes and Spencer had clearly grown tired of it.
“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” Is all I can respond with, refusing to look at him.
“Maybe because you’re being incredibly quiet? Listen if this is about that thing I said before about you staying here forever, I was just kidding. Trust me, that is the last thing I want.” He chuckles at the end of his sentence and I can’t help but frown.
“It is?”
“Well yeah. Don’t get me wrong, your cooking is great and maybe when I’m cleared we can hook up like we both clearly want but...we’re not compatible enough for a relationship.” He goes back to eating like what he said is common knowledge.
But I guess he was right. We never got along before this, so who’s to say anything's changed? We would probably go back to hating each other once I left. He didn’t like me and I didn’t like him. It was the way things always had been and the way they always would be.
Two weeks of waiting on Spencer hand and foot fly by. Soon enough, he’s walking around and taking care of himself completely fine. After Hotch comes by to make sure Spencer isn’t dead, he tells me I can pack up and come to work on Monday.
“Thank god!” I sigh in relief as I finish packing.
“Oh we both know you’ll miss me! Probably gonna come back in a few hours and beg to move in.” He smiles at me as he leans against the doorframe, fiddling with his cane.
“Oh yeah there’s nothing I love more then washing your dirty socks.” I shoot back. Lately these insults had morphed into playful jabs, holding no malice. Which, considering I once told him I would rather jump off Niagara falls than spend five minutes alone with him, is a pretty big change.
“Exactly! You should just be my maid forever. I’ll even get you the little outfit.” He grins and I shake my head with a grin.
“You’re the worst.” I zip up my bag, picking it up and turning to face him. His smile falters a little, like it’s finally hit him that I’m leaving.
“Are you sure you should leave? I-I can’t really walk too well still.” We both know that’s a lie. Even without the cane he could get by.
“I really should Spencer. And you said it yourself, the last thing you want is me to be here forever...” I shift on the spot as he makes no move to leave his spot at the doorway, blocking me in.
“...What if I didn’t mean that?” He looks serious, a rarity for Spencer when he spoke to me.
“Listen Spencer, I get that you liked having someone here to take care of you. But we can’t play house forever. I can’t stay here and take care of you when you don’t even like me!”
“...W-what if I loved you?” I almost don’t believe my ears for a second. He couldn’t be serious. Two weeks ago he wouldn’t even drink a glass of water if I handed it to him! How could we go from that...to love?
“You don’t love me.”
“I do. I think I’ve loved you for a long time.” He twists the head of his cane in his fingers, eyes going back and forth between me and the ground.
“You don’t mean that. You just think you love me because no one has ever taken care of you like this before. It isn’t romantic love you’re feeling. It’s platonic.” Before he can get another word out, I’m pushing past him, making a beeline for the door.
“But-wait.” He can’t walk as fast as me, which is the only reason I turn before I walk out the door.
He stands in the middle of the living room, the very room we had spent countless hours together in. Spencer looks so resigned to what’s about to happen. I guess he had gone through it enough times to know what to do.
“I’m sorry, Spencer.” Is all I can get out before I twist the doorknob and walk out.
It’s been a week since I’ve seen Spencer. I asked Hotch for a week off, claiming I had a lot of stuff to do after spending two weeks at Spencer’s. He allowed me this, probably cause he assumed I was still annoyed.
But it was quite the opposite.
Instead, I spent a week curled up in bed, thinking about Spencer. He plagued every thought that entered my brain. Every meal I had, every movie I watched felt tainted with the thought of doing it with him.
I knew I loved him back. That was probably the worst part. I had been well aware of how much I loved Spencer when I left. But I know he doesn’t love me. Not in the way I love him. So hopefully he gets over this silly crush and eventually we’ll both be able to move on.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I swing my door open, ready to lay into whoever the hell is at my door at 2:47am. But instead, I fall silent when I meet Spencer, soaked in rainwater and shivering.
“We need to talk.” Is all he gets out before I’m pulling him inside.
“Jesus, Spencer! You’re soaking wet!” I start pulling his soaked clothes off but he stops me.
“We have to talk first.” He tries again but I shake my head.
“You’re going to get a cold. Shower first. Then we’ll talk.” He agrees to that so I show him where the bathroom is, giving him some pyjama pants that should fit him and one of my oversized hoodies. He takes them without a word, heading into my bathroom and shutting the door. I sigh to myself and just start making some soup.
He comes out thirty minutes later, just as I pour the chicken soup into two bowls. He sits on my couch as I bring the food out, a very odd sight.
Spencer had never been in my apartment before. We never had team gatherings here since it never made sense compared to Rossi’s place and I never invited him over.
“Are you finally going to let me talk now?” He holds the bowl in his hands, and I know it’s definitely keeping him warm.
“Yeah. So what did you want to talk about?” My heart’s pounding but I ignore it.
“I love you. And it’s not platonic love or familial or whatever else. It’s romantic. And I know I’ve been so annoying to you and you really do deserve better than me but I need you to know this. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone. And it scared me. A lot. I’m sorry it took two weeks of you taking care of me for me to realize it. But I know it now so...I needed to tell you.” He sets his bowl down on the table, refusing to look at me.
“...God it took you long enough.” Is all I say before kissing him. He grabs me instantly, pulling me closer. I slip into his lap with ease, not breaking the kiss as I grind against him.
“Got cleared for sex three days ago.” Spencer mumbles against my lips as he tugs at my shirt. I pull it off quickly and he groans.
“Fucking missed these.” Is all he says before taking one of my nipples into his mouth, groping at my other breast.
“Yeah yeah can do that later. Wanna get to the main event.” I mumble as I start pulling his pants down. I can feel how hard he is, making me even more excited.
I finally get his cock out, slowly stroking it while he watches me with lust filled eyes. I quickly shimmy out of my shorts and underwear, tossing them aside.
“God I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.” His whispers quietly as I line his cock up with my soaked entrance.
“Me too...” I kiss him softly before slowly sinking down. I moan into the kiss, pleasure flowing through me. He feels so incredible I curse myself for not realizing my feelings sooner.
“Go faster?” He whines and tries to buck his hips up. I grin, sliding my fingers into his hair and tugging his head back to kiss along his neck.
“Such a needy boy.” I whisper as I start to bounce up and down faster, moaning loudly. His fingers rub at my clit, making me suck in a breath.
“D-don’t stop!” I moan loudly, moving ever faster. His hips jerk up to meet my movements, his free hand digging into the skin of my hip.
“Fucking hell I’m close.” He groans, leaning forward to leave a mark on my neck that will definitely be there for a while.
“Me t-too.” I feel my orgasm inching closer and closer with every circle of my clit. I dig my nails into him desperately, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear. Spencer leans closer to me, grinning and sweaty.
“Cum.” He practically commands. Like clockwork, my orgasm hits me and I moan loudly. I practically collapse against his chest, barely aware of him groaning and cumming inside me.
It’s quiet for a few moments, as we both pant and attempt to catch our breaths. It starts to hit me that I just had sex with Spencer.
What the hell happens now?
“Are you okay?” Spencer rubs my back, and gently kisses my bare shoulder. I pull away slightly to look at him, nodding.
“Yeah I’m alright...are you okay?” He smiles at that, like I’ve asked a silly question.
“Couldn’t be better.”
“So...what happens now?” I can’t restrain myself from asking.
“Well now, we go to bed. And tomorrow after work, we go on a real date.” He smiles at me, his simple plan sending butterflies through my stomach.
Spencer’s first Father’s Day! Maybe y/n helps their daughter (or son I just really see Spencer as a girl dad idk why I’m so sorry) make a card and it’s her little hand prints and foot prints. And Spencer cries because he just can’t believe this is his life??
she remembered back when they first got pregnant with Nova, both her and Spencer were sitting in bed together talking about what they were excited for. but more specifically, the non typical excitements of becoming parents.
she really wanted to have a baby to teach them how to spell and read, she was excited for flashcards and nelson math books and raising the smartest little kid in the world.
Spencer was excited for all the art. he couldn't wait to stick paintings to the fridge, to have cards on his desk, to bring things in for aunty penny's office so they could all smile at least once a day. he couldn't wait for them to go to kindergarten and bring new things home every day, to help make crafts and mothers day gifts and ruin the kitchen with glitter.
with that in mind, she put their 4 year old in the car and they headed to the craft store. "okay, so daddy wants a huge card, we need a big piece of paper, and some markers, and glitter glue."
Nova had other ideas... she got googly eyes and dino stickers, pop sickle sticks and green tissue paper. she wanted to make the best card in the world. they filled the cart with supplies, paid and rushed home to spread the mess all over the kitchen table like spencer had originally imagined.
they painted their hands green, pressing them along the top of the paper before turning the sheet upside down, they now had a family of hand dinosaurs. Nova stuck googly eyes to the thumbs and tissue paper for their scales, she was a visionary, she had a plan and she loved it.
spencer loved it even more. coming home mid masterpiece and crying as he watched Nova create her gift in amazement.
"happy fathers day!!" Nova shouted at her father when she noticed him, "look, we're dinos!"
"we are!" he spoke through the tears, picking her up without a care in the world that her hands were still green and now his shirt was too.
"you know, if we get some fabric paint..." Y/N suggested with a raised brow, "we can make some cool shirts and ties for you to wear to work?"
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