Title: here comes the sun
Request: no
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader
Category: SMUT (w/ some fluff)
Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (public sex, exibitionist kink, thigh riding, penitrative sex, unprotected sex, groping. little bit of oral (fem)) allusions and talks about sex, overall teasing, im not sure what else to tag
Word Count: 4,011
Summary: Spencer takes Reader to the beach to take advantage of the sun.
A/N: s/o to @sunlight-moonrise for beta and editing this for me! i appreciate it! this was written for @imagining-in-the-margins kink challenge for Actirasty (which is arousal to the sun’s rays). i really love this piece and hope you enjoy it! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!
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I’ve learned a lot of things since I started dating Spencer Reid. That was one thing I loved about our relationship. There was always something to learn, and I never failed to be surprised. The things he’s taught me were long enough to be a novel instead of a list. I’d forever be grateful that he was so knowledgeable about things no one else knew.
He’s even taught me things I didn’t know about myself. Like how I loved strawberry pancakes. Or how I enjoyed it when he rubbed my head while we watched movies. Or, lastly, how much I loved being in the sun. I know that sounds like a totally normal thing. But it wasn’t a normal thing when it came to us. Er, well, when it came to me.
I remember when we were on a walk together one time, a few months after we began dating, the sun was out, shining across the sidewalk and all the buildings. My skin felt so, so good. Our walk was unfortunately cut short as Spencer brought me back to his apartment. Needless to say, I learned a lot about myself that day.
“Actirasty…” Spencer whispered as his fingers traced up and down my sides. The sun’s golden rays shone through the window and curtains. The room was just slightly illuminated by the rays. I nearly had to beg him to keep the curtains open.
Summary: reader and Franklin hate each other, but the heater is broken and it’s freezing.
A/N: my attempt for the "CM/MGG Only One Bed Challenge" by @imagining-in-the-margins (prompt from the same author)
Category: blurb/fluff.
Content Warning: none.
Word Count: 0.5k
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for the possible mistakes.
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There were so many things that were not exactly going according to the plan, starting with the bowling match being held in a small city in the mountains instead of a significantly warmer place, staying in a cabin in the middle of the woods, staying in a cabin in the middle of the woods with the teammate who hated you the most (and you did too) and staying in a cabin in the middle of the woods with the teammate you hated the most (and he did too) with a broken heater.
And you were freezing in your bed, sadly the covers were not a sufficiently good shield against the cold.
Normally you would not do something like this, but you stated that pride was not an enough good reason to freeze the night before the final match.
So you stood up from your bed, shaking a little at the contact of the coldness of the room against your body covered only with a pajama and you knocked on the door of Franklin's room.
There was silence.
You knocked a second time, this time you were welcomed with a grunted "what?"
"Can I come in?" you asked a bit loud, fearing that he could not hear you because of the thick walls.
"Do you really have to?" he replied.
Douchebag.
"Yes, Franklin. I sadly have to." you said.
You heard his heavy steps as the opened the door and let you in his room.
"What do you want?" he asked, visibly bothered by your presence.
"The heater is broken, and my room is too cold for someone to sleep there." you answered.
"And what do you want me to do about it? I'm not able to fix it." he stated.
"Of course you can't, but I know you're freezing too, so we have to sleep together." you simply said.
"Excuse me?" he almost shouted.
"Not in that sense, dumbass, we have to stay in the same bed, so that we can stay warm through the night."
"Absolutely not, I won't share a bed with you!" he retorted.
God you hated that man.
"If we don't do so, we won't feel good for tomorrow's match, or you want to lose? I heard that the big strong Franklin never loses at bowling, oh he's so good at that, yeah!" you mocked him faking a deep voice, hoping that the match would be a sufficient reason to stop him from behaving like a child.
"Fine." he grunted after a few seconds and you both laid on the bed, but Franklin positioned his body as far from yours as he could.
You snorted.
"It is completely useless sharing the bed if we are not close." you said while approaching his body.
"I don't care." he answered harshly with his back to you.
You rolled up your eyes, and made the move: you hugged him from behind, and bloody hell, you hated to admit that using his back as a pillow was the sweetest thing you ever experienced.
" 'Night, asshole." you whispered right before falling asleep and feeling Franklin's warmth embrace you.
He didn't answer, but surprisingly, Franklin didn't pull away from the hug, instead he put his arms on yours so that you would never let him go during the night.
Not once he felt uncomfortable, but fuck, he would have never bet that having you this close was so good, but he would have never admitted that.
Title: Not in His League
Requested: no
Couple: franklin/fem!reader
Category: smut
Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, hate fuck, cheerleader kink, hair pulling, choking/breathplay, oral sex (male & female), throat fucking, degradation kink, praise o.o) brat!reader, dom!franklin, swearing, mentions of drinking
Word Count: 4491
Summary: reader makes it a mission to distract franklin during the tournament, hoping to make him lose and her town’s team win.
A/N: anyways here's another franklin fic bc everyone on discord is horny for him. but also same. s/o to @sunlight-moonrise for editing this. love u bby. Thank you all so much for the love and support! I appreciate it and you! Check out my masterlist!
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Franklin always won. No matter what it was, he won. He grew up in the town of Little Falls. He grew up learning how to bowl, and learning how to win. He would win at everything too. Tic-tac-toe, little league baseball, monopoly, yard games, he would win. Franklin had won everything from the time he was 7.
He’d let everyone know that he’d won too. Jumping up and down with his team, shouting that he’d won, and, on the odd occasion, he’d thrust the air. He was very competitive.
Or, so, that’s what I was told.
I had met Franklin several years ago. My team had won my town’s bowling tournament, and so they moved on to the next town tournament. I wasn’t even in the bowling league. I was just a really big fan of the team. I was the unofficial cheerleader of the team. Everyone on the team loved my enthusiasm for the game, even when we lost.
Every year, the team would show back up to Little Falls, and every year we’d lose. And every time we lost, Franklin would make it a point to rub it in our faces that we lost. Even though the game was always close the whole game.
For a while, Franklin just hated us, well… He hated me. He hated that I was always cheering on the captain of the team, Chad. It was cute, he was always glaring at me as I watched my team. I think what Franklin hated the most about me was that… even though the team lost, I still kept a cheeky smile on my lips as I tried to keep the team happy, regardless of our win/lose status.
But this year… Oh boy, this year was going to be very different. I had something up my sleeve to help my team win. Everyone on the team knew what I was going to be doing, I made sure to talk to them beforehand. Because no one on my team was getting distracted. No, my team was going to win this year.
Usually, during any tournament, I wore normal clothing. Like a tee shirt with jeans. Comfortable clothing, ya know. But in order to keep my role of ‘team cheerleader’ right, I had to dress the part. The week before the tournament in Little Falls I ordered a cheerleading uniform in the opposite colors of the Big Z Tires uniforms. If this didn’t distract Franklin, I don’t know what will.
My whole team walked into the bowling alley, with me trailing behind them. I kept my head high, and a smirk on my lips as I entered the alley. I knew the second we hit the lanes, the Big Z Tire Team would instantly be watching us. And I knew Franklin’s eyes would be looking for me and for Chad.
“Do you guys need anything? Water, snacks?” I looked at my team with a smile. I could feel Franklin’s death glare from the other side of the lanes. I kept my hips slightly swaying side to side as I looked at each individual teammate.
“I think we’re good, Babe,” Chad said as he looked up at me. I watched as he tied his shoes.
“Well,” I started, clapping my hands together as I turned around, “You guys let me know if you need anything.” I smiled as I looked over at the Big Z Tires. Franklin was glaring at me from his spot across the lanes. I winked at him before blowing him a kiss.
I skipped away from the lanes and went towards the concessions stand. Anything to get Franklin’s attention off of the game and on to me. And anything to get Franklin to lose.
Once I had my drink and snacks, I walked back to the lanes. My eyes stayed low, watching my feet and looking at the 90s-early 2000s carpet. The funky designs held my attention so well that I didn’t even notice I was about to walk into someone.
“Watch yourself,” a voice said, knocking some sense into me. I froze, feeling a smile grow across my lips as I realized who it was.
“Hello to you, too, Franklin.”
“What the hell are you wearing?” Franklin looked at me as I reentered the lanes. I looked at him with a small smile before looking down at the blue and white top and pleated skirt I was wearing.
“Oh, this old thing? Just thought I’d cheer on my team… Get in the spirit of it… Ya know?” I ruffled the skirt with a smile. Franklin glared at me as he picked up his bowling ball, holding it perfectly with one hand. “I’m gonna do a great job, aren’t I, Franklin?” I smiled before taking a long sip of my soda. He looked back at me, flipping his hair back before adjusting his glasses. I forced myself not to smile as I noted him staring at my mouth. “Aren’t I, Franklin?” I repeated when I realized I wasn’t going to get an answer. There was a certain coolness in my words that I didn’t intend to be there, but it looked like it struck a chord in him.
“Yeah, a fantastic fucking job,” he scoffed before rejoining his team. I smirked, watching as he walked away from me. With a deep sigh, turning into a soft snicker, I turned and took a seat with my team.
“I didn’t think it’d work,” I whispered to whoever was listening.
“It’s even working for members of our team,” one of the women on the team said before nodding to Chad and the two other male members of the team. I looked over at them, noting that they were also staring at me. I laughed and shook my head.
“Eyes on the prize, boys! Eyes on the prize!” I shouted at them. Chad looked at me with wide eyes before going back to his game. I mean, that was the whole reasoning why I was wearing this stupid cheerleading uniform. I wasn’t wearing it just for my comfort. No, this stupid thing was uncomfortable. But our team needed to win, and I was willing to lose my comfort for that. And by the way it looks, I secured that win.
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We won.
I jumped to my feet, staring at the scoreboard above our heads. We won by, like, a landslide, too. This was the first time we won against Big Z Tires…
“You did such a great job!” I cheered as I bounced up to Chad. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. I smiled as I rested my hands on his chest as I looked at him.
“It’s because I heard all your cheers, Babe,” he cooed as he looked at me. I pressed my lips to his cheek and hummed.
“How’s he looking?” I asked, referring to Franklin who was standing several yards behind me. Just like before the game, I could feel Franklin’s eyes on me, shooting daggers into me.
“Lookin’ pretty pissed to me, Babe,” Chad whispered as he looked at me. I smirked and nodded, feeling satisfied with the outcome of this game.
“My work here is done,” I muttered before looking over my shoulder. My eyes locked on Franklin. I was expecting his eyes to be on my face, but they weren’t, they were lingering on… other places of my body. “Drinks on me, everyone!” I shouted, knocking him from his stupor and to look at me. When our eyes locked, I winked at him before looking back at Chad.
“Oh babe, you don’t have to do that,” Chad muttered before pressing his lips to the side of my head. I laughed and shook my head.
“My treat.” I lifted a hand to poke his nose.
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The relief I felt when I entered my hotel room was unbelievable. I didn’t realize just how much stress I was holding in my body. The aches I was feeling in my joints probably weren’t good. But I’ve also been sitting in a shitty, hard plastic chair all day, while also wearing the most uncomfortable thing in the world. It was just from my day’s activities. I just wished I got as smashed as all the other people on the team. Someone had to be the designated driver.
I quickly stripped out of the skimpy cheerleading uniform, placing it over the bed before rushing to the bathroom. My body was screaming for a shower. After being in a dingy bowling alley, and bar, for hours… A shower was exactly what I needed.
As I rinsed off the day under the hot water, I thought back to the game. It was tense the entire time. Neck and neck until the last 45 minutes, when my team would hit every pin without fail. Everyone on Big Z Tires seemed to be lost in their own worlds, especially Franklin. When it wasn’t his turn to play, his eyes would be on me. When it was his turn to play, I made sure to cheer as loud as possible just to distract him. And boy did it work.
All the aches and annoyances I was holding were worth it. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant my team won, and Franklin was the loser. Anything to make him the loser. The look on his face too when he realized he lost… I’d pay to see that again, a million times again.
Franklin’s loss gave me a certain joy that I only get to experience once. And I’m okay with that. Because that bastard deserves to lose and have his ego get bruised a little bit.
“That look on his face,” I whispered as I rubbed my hands up and down my arms.
But I shouldn’t be spending my entire time in the shower thinking about Franklin and his team and their loss. So I quickly finished, rinsing the suds off my body and out of my hair, before jumping out. The cheap hotel towel wrapped snugly around my body, and sloppily dried my skin.
I silently strutted out of the bathroom, and sat on the bed beside the polyester uniform. There was a certain bittersweetness to this stupid thing. Even though I was happy I was never going to wear it again, at the same time I was sad there was no reason for it.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. I looked away from the blue and white uniform, my eyes snapping to the door, before looking down at my still wet and wrapped in a towel body.
“Shit,” I muttered before scrambling to my feet. More pounding made me jump, almost dropping the towel to the ground. “Fuck! Shit! I need a moment!” I shouted, tightening the towel around my body.
Deciding I didn’t have time to get dressed- and that the person on the other side of the door needed me more than I needed to be covered- I rushed to the door. My face was instantly pressed against the peephole as I tried to see who wanted to see me.
Standing there, on the other side of the door, wearing a black and yellow bowling shirt, was Franklin. He was looking up and down the hallway, before looking back at the door. I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out why he was at my hotel room.
I jumped again when he knocked hard on the door. Once he was finished knocking, I threw the door open, looking at him.
“Franklin,” I said, tucking the corner of my towel tighter into itself. He looked at me, his eyes landing on my face, before drifting down my body when he realized what I was wearing. “What are you doing here, Franklin?” I looked at him with a raised brow. A small smile grew across my lips as he pushed past me and entered my hotel room. “Actually… How did you know where we were staying?” I furrowed my eyebrows as he walked deeper into my room. Pushing the door shut before I turned to see him. He was looking at the bed, right at the cheerleading uniform. I smirked again.
“That’s unimportant… What’s important is… Do you know how fucking annoying you are?” he turned to face me and pointed an accusing finger in my face. I jumped at his sudden anger and stepped back, my body pressing into the door.
“Annoying? I’m just doing my job, Franklin. Being my team’s cheerleader. I’m sorry you’re too much of a douche to have a cheerleader.” I folded my arms over my chest as I looked at him.
“I’m too much of a douche? Well, you’re such an annoying fucking cunt, I just wish there was a way to just shut you up.” Franklin let out with the annoyance being known in his words. He trapped me in my place against the wall, placing his hands on the wall beside me. I wasn’t scared like most people would be if they were trapped against a wall. No, I was excited.
“That’s not a way to talk to a lady.” I smirked as I looked up at him. Franklin looked down at me, his eyebrow quirking slightly, and a smirk growing across his lips.
“You're anything but a lady,” he hissed as he glared at me. I swallowed roughly as I stared at him. I wasn’t angry. No, I was impressed. Anything but a lady. Honestly, I didn’t know how to respond, so I laughed. “Why are you laughing?” His anger only grew the longer I laughed. I honestly couldn’t keep the laughter to myself. It was just funny to me. “I’d keep that mouth shut if I were you.”
“Oh? Really? Or what? What are you going to do?” I teased as he stared at me. “I’m anything but a lady,” I smirked as I looked at him, “What am I then?”
“An object,” he stated so matter of factly. I swallowed roughly the longer I stared at him. My heart slammed so hard in my chest, I could hear it in my ears. I wondered for a moment if Franklin could hear it.
“An… An object?” I whispered, feeling nervousness spread through my body. It was the first time that I felt nervous around him too. Usually I was cocky to match his arrogance. But… Now? I know nothing about I feel.
Franklin lifted his hand, slowly bringing it to my face, before roughly pushing it to my hair. I tried to hold back any sort of sound as he pulled me closer to his face. But I so obviously failed as a whimper came tumbling from my mouth. A smirk grew across his lips at the pitiful little sound.
“That’d be correct… Now, Sunshine, do you want to be an object that’s used?” he whispered as he looked at me from over his glasses. I swallowed roughly as his grip tightened. “Or do you want to go back on the shelf and collect dust?”
My jaw tightened for a brief moment as I stared at him. But then I realized there was a brutal honesty to his words, and I hated that he knew that.
“I-I want to be used,” I whispered, my voice hardly a whisper. Franklin smiled at the softness of my words.
“Alright,” he whispered as he loosened the grip in my hair. His hand fell from my hair, falling to rest under my chin. My eyes fell shut as he tilted my head up to his. “Go put that pretty little cheerleading uniform back on,” he whispered into my ear. A shiver went down my spine as his breath hit my skin.
My eyes snapped open and I looked right at him. There was a certain darkness in his eyes as he looked at me, he knew what he wanted and he was willing to do anything to get it.
I silently moved away from him, walking back to the bed and my stupid cheerleading uniform. My eyes stayed on the blue and white uniform, but I could feel Franklin’s eyes on me, watching every movement I made.
The least he could have done was stay quiet when I dropped my towel, leaving me fully nude. A soft groan came from where he stood by the door, causing a smirk to come from me. Maybe I’d win this, too…
I quietly picked up the top, feeling the stitching along the edges before slipping it back onto my body. I slipped the skirt back on before turning to face Franklin. He was staring at me, his arms folded over his chest, with one hand pressed over his mouth. It was hard to ignore the tent in his slacks.
“On your knees,” he muttered as he approached me. I bit my lips together as I slowly lowered to the ground. The carpet of the hotel room was old. I hated the way the scratchiness felt on my knees. But I knew that the marks on my knees come morning would make it worth it.
Franklin came closer to me, one hand reaching out to my face while the other was undoing his belt and slacks. My heart began racing again as his hand touched my face. His touch was so gentle, it nearly caught me off guard. His gentleness wasn’t unwarranted, because I knew what was about to happen.
“Open up that sweet mouth, Sunshine,” he cooed as his hand fell back to my chin. I stared at him for a moment before letting my mouth fall open slightly, my tongue slipping between my lips. “Good girl,” he muttered before harshly grabbing my hair and pulling me closer to him. Even though his words were soft, part of me knew he had a different meaning.
With his free hand, Franklin pushed his pants down, letting his cock spring free. I swallowed as I stared. It was obvious that I was staring, there was nothing I could do to hide that, too.
“I trust you know what to do from here?” he asked as he pulled my head up to look up at him. With my mouth still open and tongue still out, I nodded lightly. Franklin smirked before pulling my head closer to his body. I swallowed roughly before passing my tongue across his length.
I started off easy, little kitten licks here and there, before I pressed my lips against him. I felt like I had some sense of control with the little bit of teasing I was doing, but I could tell it was starting to annoy Franklin. I wanted to continue my little bit of teasing, but he took control back, grabbing the back of my head and making it so I was looking up at him.
“That’s enough teasing,” he growled. My eyes widened as I nodded. Just as I reopened my mouth, Franklin jerked his hips forward, entering my mouth. The head of his cock rested on my tongue. “Good girl,” he whispered as he looked down at me. I took a deep breath as I braced my hands around his thighs before moving my head back and forth.
As my tongue pressed up to the underside of his cock, the grip he held in my hair tightened. I took an even deeper breath as he breached the back of my throat. Then came the gag I had to hold back.
“Not so annoying now are you, Sunshine,” Franklin groaned. My eyes twisted shut as a choked moan came from me. I tried to keep a steady movement as I bobbed my head back and forth. What made me happier was all the moans he was making.
Every so often his grip in my hair would tighten before he would pull slightly. And then he pressed my head so I was holding his entire length in my mouth. My nose was pressed into his tummy, the little bit of hair he had tickled my upper lip and nose.
My eyes began to burn as tears started forming. I hated how long I was able to go without being able to breathe, but it’d be nice to have air in my lungs at the moment. It was worth it and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t. Thank god I had just taken a shower and washed off all my makeup.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth…” Franklin cooed, forcing me to open my eyes and look up at him. My vision was mildly blurred by the wetness in my eyes.
Franklin took it into his own hands, holding my head in place as he began rolling his hips. Breathing ceased to exist for me as his pace picked up. His struggled moans sounded so wonderful that I actually didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe.
After a few moments, his hips pressed against my face, keeping my head in place, and then he finished. Thick fluid coated the back of my mouth before going down my throat.
“Swallow… Swallow… be a good girl and swallow.” Franklin looked down at me as he slowly removed himself from my mouth. I closed my eyes as I was about to swallow what was left in my mouth. “Look at me, Sunshine.”
I quickly opened my eyes and looked up at him before swallowing the rest of his essence. Once he knew, for sure, that I had finished, Franklin pulled my head away from him. His hands quickly grasped my arms, pulling me back to my feet, before roughly pressing his lips against mine.
Then he shoved me away, pushing me back over the bed. I laid back on the bed, my eyes on Franklin as he stood between my legs. My thighs pressed together as the feeling of want and need grew between my legs. Franklin smirked as he rid himself of his pants before moving between my legs.
“Do you know just how long I’ve waited to fuck you, Sunshine,” Franklin laughed as his fingers grazed along my inner thigh. My leg twitched the second he brushed past my sex.
“No, but I’m sure I can guess,” I whispered as he slowly lowered his face to mine. His breath was hot over my face, and it was intoxicating. Just when I thought he was about to kiss me again, he moved away, moving down between my legs. He lifted my skirt up so it was lying over my belly, leaving my sex exposed.
Franklin gently blew at my hot sex, causing me to let out a soft whine. He laughed before dragging his tongue across my leg towards the apex of my leg. I wanted to brace myself for what he was going to do next, but I was just a fraction of a second too slow. Because before I knew it his mouth was lapping at my sex.
“Fuck,” I breathed out once I realized what he was doing. My hands instantly gravitated to his head, pulling at the brown mop between my legs. He was licking and sucking as if his life depended on it. Part of me wondered if it was just to keep me quiet, replacing all my snarky comments with whines and moans.
The room fell into silence, the only sounds were the wet lapping and my pitiful moans. My fingers got so tangled in his hair that they were beginning to get knotted up. Anytime I pulled on his locks, he only moaned against me.
In a matter of minutes, I finished on his face. He quickly came back up to my face, pressing his lips back to mine. Part of me wondered if he did it just to distract me from his cock pressing against my sex, or if it was a genuine kiss.
However, a sharp gasp came from me the second he pressed into me all at once. My whole body stiffened, my legs tensed as his hips connected with mine.
“A warning, next time… Please,” I breathed once I had my bearings together. Franklin laughed as he pressed his forehead with mine. “Fuck.”
“Mmm, next time?” Franklin mused as he began moving his hips. It wasn’t a soft or gentle pace. No, it was a quick one, nearly knocking the wind from me. “You think there’s a next time?”
“Y-Yeah, by the way you’re fucking me,” I tried to get out as he went faster.
“Sunshine,” Franklin cooed as he brought a hand to rest on my cheek. I hummed happily before nodding. Whatever thought he had went away as he buried his face into my neck. His lips connected with my skin, his teeth then skimming across my neck. When he began biting and sucking my flesh, a moan came from my mouth. “As long as you wear this uniform during the next game, I’ll fuck you in the bathroom, the bedroom… Right there on the goddamn bowling alley lanes for everyone to see,” he growled as he punctuated his words with a rough thrust.
I stayed quiet, or tried to stay quiet, as he continued moving against me. My end was coming and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it. Which meant I could say one last snarky comment before I came.
“I’ll always wear this thing around you… Especially if it means my team wins,” I looked up at him with a smirk. It couldn’t have happened at a better time. Because once he realized what I had said, and the brutal honesty behind my words hit him, my release came, and I was shouting his name.
Franklin quickly pulled out of me and moved so he was closer to my face. With a few quick strokes, he finished over my chest and face. I let out a squeal as his cum hit my body.
“You bitch,” he muttered as he fell to lie on the bed beside me. I laughed loudly as I looked over at him.
“Maybe next time I’ll cheer you on, Baby,” I cooed as I lifted a hand to his to pinch his cheek. “I’m gonna go clean up. You better be gone or under the covers when I get back. Either way, I’ll see you tomorrow at the bowling alley,” I said as I sat up and looked down at him. He stared at me, watching as I shed the filthy cheerleading top to the floor. “Or you can join me in the shower.” I looked over my shoulder and smirked at him.
I turned back around and walked back towards the bathroom. My hips swayed back and forth. I looked back at Franklin, watching as he sat up and pulled his shirt off. He quickly jumped off the bed and ran towards me.
“Fuck leaving,” he muttered as he helped me onto the bathroom counter.
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Summary: Spencer and Bunny spend their first night in bed together, but one of them has some reservations.
A/N: I legitimately cannot believe I finished this on time. I’m gonna have to probably start taking more breaks, y’all. I’m so sorry, but I don’t want to cheapen this work by rushing or pressuring myself 🥲
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+)
Content Warning: Fingering, thigh riding, handjob, teasing, mild degradation, sexual anxiety/pressure to perform, drinking, alcohol, drunk sexual acts, public teasing, mild D/s dynamics
Word Count: 8.3k
MASTERLIST | Series Masterlist
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The incessant chatter of the dinner table was something I’d loathed since I was a young boy. My mother had always insisted that I sit with her, and I’d never really protested. The topics maintained by the academics tended to be preferable to those held by my peers.
But times had changed so much since I was a boy. My peers had slowly slipped into that category of people I’d rather be around. Oddly enough, I’d also liked spending time with the children more, too. They had such a naive, green way of thinking that I cherished and deeply envied.
A conference was probably the only place where social events were my forte. Assuming, that is, that the conference was on a topic enjoyed by enough people that my English hadn’t sounded Greek to the observers (or, alternately, I was expected to speak Greek).
Usually, I was placed at a table with the hope that I would speak; that the others at a similar academic caliber might be able to glean something from me the same way I wanted to borrow from them. But that day, I said very little. I let my coworker take the reins, and she was more than happy to do so. If she had known the reason for my silence, though, I think she might have been less sympathetic to my plight.
Because the reason I was quiet had nothing to do with social anxieties of any kind. No, it was due entirely to the young woman beside me who had been persistently drawing her hand up my thigh at any and every opportunity.
The first time she’d done it, I jumped hard enough to bash my knee — and not the good one — firmly against the table. I’d like to say my Bunny felt guilty, but I’d seen the way she had to stifle a laugh before she asked me if I was alright.
The second time she’d done it, I remained stone faced and silent. It wasn’t until she squeezed my leg that I moved. That movement, however, was subtle enough to serve as its own kind of warning.
The kind that screamed, ‘You’d better be prepared to finish what you’ve started.’
It was just my luck, literally, that she’d been interrupted by requiring both hands to eat her meal. That reprieve from the temptress was brief, but necessary. Because the third time she’d tried to touch me, she did not even bother pretending that she would settle for my knee.
That dastardly little rabbit snuck her hand straight to my lap, where my firm hand came to crush her wrist until the movement of eager fingers stopped. She gave the tiniest squeak, heard only by me, to beg for her release. I granted it to her. I watched with only a little bit of guilt when she rubbed the tender muscles. She glared back at me, but the anger faded into a pout just as quickly as it’d come.
My laughter in response troubled her, or in the very least wounded her ego. My Bunny didn’t stay in the audience of that for too long. Promptly standing up and escorting herself to the furthest bathroom in the hall, she looked back too often for me to miss the message she was broadcasting to anyone who would look.
Catch me if you can, Professor.
How was I meant to resist?
I had followed her like she was the meal prepared for me. The bloodlust making my skin crawl more the further she ran. I followed her relentlessly but with a steady pace.
The Leporidae family was never meant for long-distance pursuit. She could sprint away from me now, but so long as I refused to abandon her, I would catch her. I would feel the softness of her skin against my lips. I could sink my teeth into her and feel the way her muscles twitched when they realized the danger that she was in.
I could have her, with her hands above her head, unbound, but unwilling to move. Bared before me like a decadency unlike anything I’d ever witnessed before.
While I waited for her to round the corner again on her way back, I chuckled to myself about the story of the tortoise and the hare. I pondered how much the story would change if a predator was introduced to the poor sleeping hare.
But my Bunny wasn’t sleeping. She was just… caught off guard. I wondered which was more appealing to a predator. I had my own preferences, of course. However, I was more interested in hers.
“Hi there, Bunny,” I announced to an otherwise empty hallway. The girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound, and I tried to suppress the raw power the reaction had provided. “I have a few words for you.”
“Just a few?” she drawled sarcastically, easing back into some semblance of control. It was shed immediately after one step in her direction.
Still, she didn’t try to flee. She stayed there, allowing herself to be backed against a wall in a poorly lit, ill attended hallway.
“One in particular. I think you might know what it is.”
The girl tapped her finger to her chin, looking everywhere but my eyes as she hummed, “Mmmm, no… I’m not good at word association games.”
Brat, is what I thought. But it seemed too crude, too forward for the flighty petal in front of me. I reached out to touch her, pleased to find that she stuck out her cheek further to make the contact come faster. Her humming continued, evolving into that beautiful sound of her laughter.
But it was not the sound I was looking for.
“Then let me make it very easy for you, Bunny,” I whispered as my hands found their way to her hips. In the blink of an eye, and with the aid of tensed triceps, the sound of her laughter was followed by a soft thud as I held her against the wall.
“Behave,” I ordered.
She tried to hide the shaky breath she returned, and I showed mercy. I did not call out how terribly transparent she was — I just smiled. Until she spoke, that was.
“I’m not misbehaving. I’m literally just standing here. You’re the one about to kiss me,” she sneered. She tried to cross her arms between our bodies, but quickly realized that I did not plan on giving her the room to do so.
“Oh, you are in rare form today, and I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” I warned.
She didn’t accept it. Instead, she leaned back against the wall like it had been her intention to be trapped. I suppose it probably had been, but like many young animals do, she had bitten off more than she could chew. Now, she was stuck facing the ruthless grip of a predator’s jaw locked around her throat.
She didn’t look afraid, but I felt it in myself. I saw how easy it would be to take this too far, too quickly. To whisk her away to the closest place with an iota of privacy and desecrate her until nothing resembling innocence remained.
I let go of her. I took one half-step back and a deep breath in.
“This little bout of self-exploration can wait until we are in a more suitable environment.”
I tried to let her escape, but that vicious little rabbit just couldn’t seem to give up the pursuit.
“Or what, huh?” she teased, “You gonna bend me over and spank me?”
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
And to my surprise, she didn’t answer with a positive nor negative.
She said, “You could never.”
The very notion made me laugh. Not a kind sound, either. A cruel, dark, and twisted rumble of my chest as my palm started to tingle and itch. The craving of that sharp sting from her skin became so unbearable that I almost let myself touch her again.
I bit my tongue for a second longer, letting the fantasies of her whimpers settle back into the appropriate avenue before I gave her my response with a firmness that couldn’t be doubted.
“Bunny, rest assured that I would be more than happy to do so.”
“No, because I’m a good girl,” she retorted so quickly that it almost shook my resolve. She held a little, accusatory finger up to my face, as she continued, “You said so yourself.”
“Really? Because last time I checked, good girls don’t try to touch their professor under the table.”
But then that brilliant little brat snapped back with a comeback so perfectly tailored to me that even I couldn’t come up with words to describe the feeling it sparked inside of me.
“Um…” she carefully enunciated, “I think you need to check your sources, Professor.”
So I didn’t answer with words, for they probably would have been fruitless anyway. I kissed her, instead. Capturing young, bitten lips between mine and I indulged in the sweetness of the wine still coating her tongue. I was ready to be drunk on her, to be able to start and not force myself to stop. I craved the nectar of her bloom desperately enough that when we broke apart, I did so with trembling hands still cupping her face.
“Behave for me, sweetheart. Please,” I begged. “I promise you that I’ll make it worth your while.”
It worked so much better than the threats, and while I noted how much fun it was for her to resist my commands, I was grateful that I would be able to make it through dinner without defiling the poor girl.
She contemplated the thought for a few seconds longer, then conceded with a heavy sigh, “Okay. If you promise.”
“That’s my girl,” I whispered. She took the praise in stride, picking up my hand and placing it against her cheek when I didn’t lift it fast enough. She nuzzled against the scarred skin and snuck a little kiss as her swan song to the inappropriate behavior of the night.
“Hop along, little Bunny,” I said, not ordered.
And she did. She made her way back to the seat, and when I returned, her foot came to rest against mine rather than trying to sneak its way between my legs. Her hand, too, inched closer. But when she finally made it to my thigh, it was only to wrap around a few fingers. I lifted both of our hands and settled them halfway between us. Our fingers interlocked and came to rest, relying on the strength they found in the spaces in between.
By the time dinner was over, I still hadn’t had enough of her. She was the one to slip away, and although I knew it was for the best, it never stopped hurting to imagine the alternate reality. The one where I proudly proclaimed her as my own; the extension of my soul that I saw her to be.
It was sad to shut the door to our shared rooms, but I convinced myself that distance makes the heart grow fonder. If I’d needed to spend time away from her, I preferred it to be when she was still close by.
When Candy arrived, there was no tension in my side of the room. I was worried that she might’ve harbored some animosity following our disastrous date, but she was exceedingly normal. The pinnacle of professionalism that seemed to suit her so well.
There was a sadness in her, but I think the woman was just too stubborn to let me see it. Perhaps she thought that it would be better to make me think that my rejection hadn’t phased her. Perhaps she thought it best just to blame the flowering bloom sulking behind the dividing door.
Whatever the reason, I was grateful that it was one problem less for me to deal with. Especially when the trip offered such an exquisite opportunity for me and my Bunny.
I wanted nothing to get in the way of us. The unbridled joy that I would feel to have her in my bed, wrapped around me and always within reach. To wake up and see her first, before any of the bad thoughts or memories even had a chance to breach the day.
She was my salvation in so many ways. I’d just started to feel guilty about it; to remind myself that it wasn’t fair nor sustainable to put that burden on her. But then Candy took her exit, and my hand was already turning the knob to our shared entrance before the front door had even clicked shut.
Time seemed to stop with my hand on that knob. I felt the universe slowing down, building that anticipation of when I’d see her again. I thought of how quickly I’d become addicted to her. I wondered if I’d started to idealize her again — made her out to be more than she was ever capable of meeting.
But then, before I’d so much as taken a breath, a raucous knock sounded on my door. A smile spread over my cheeks as I opened it with just as much enthusiasm as the giggling girl on the other side.
“Hi, Professor!” she slurred. She was barely steadying herself against the doorframe, but still chose the wood over me. For once, it didn’t hurt. How could it when she continued with that drawl, “Somebunny’s lonely.”
The potent scent of wine danced across her tongue, and the glass I spotted on her bedside table alerted me to the fact she hadn’t stopped drinking at the dinner table like I had so kindly suggested.
I wasn’t angry, though. Not even when she draped her arms over my shoulders and dropped her entire deadweight into my arms. I only laughed, “I think this Bunny has been indulging herself.”
“Pshhh,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Nonsense.”
Needless to say, I had my doubts. But she seemed put together enough to pick herself back up and find her feet again. At least, long enough until she pounced on my bed with enough energy exerted that she bounced on the squeaky mattress a couple times before sprawling her limbs out amongst the sheets.
“Mmm, your bed is comfier than mine,” her muffled voice cried.
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, it is, actually. Come feel.”
My feet carried me closer, but my sense of self-preservation prevented me from touching her, or even coming close enough to her that she might be able to drag me onto the bed.
But I was close enough that I could imagine what might have happened if I had even an ounce less self-control. I could feel my hands smoothing over the soft, exposed skin of her thighs. The pajamas she’d sported left very little to the imagination, with the shorts riding up enough that I could see where her legs ended. Between the folds of fabric, I could even see enough to know that she wore nothing else underneath.
My stomach twisted into knots; my heart was in my throat and the blood that should have accompanied it was rushing somewhere far away. She was too tempting not to know. She must have been aware of the position she’d placed me in, and that made it even harder for me to deny her the affection she so clearly craved.
But I was just a man. A weak, stupid man. So, I stepped closer and hung over her just in time for her to roll over and display her half-exposed chest now that the flimsy top had pulled all sorts of wrong ways that felt so very right.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Bunny.”
“Why not?” she whined.
“Because you are barely clothed and barely coherent.”
Although she saw the restraint I was forcing, with my hands locked behind me and my labored breathing failing to slow even one beat. She eyed me, spending time at each button until she reached out and took hold of the fabric. She tugged me closer, starting to remove the buttons before my hands halted her movements.
If she had been trying to get me to touch her, she’d succeeded. But from the way she grumbled, I think she’d honestly meant to disrobe me.
“Those sound like good reasons for you to get in the bed.”
“I’m sure you think that now,” I sighed.
Immediately, she burst into a tantrum that involved clumsy verbiage and hands that pulled me hard enough that I almost fell on top of her. I caught myself — barely — before I crushed her.
From that new position caged between my arms, she cried, “Don’t patronize me, mister. I am a grown woman, and I can handle my alcohol.”
“Sure looks like it,” I quipped. If she’d been offended, her laughter hid it well. A little too well. I followed up with a question I’d meant to ask before she’d gotten in my bed.
“How much have you had to drink?”
The roll of her eyes told me everything I needed to know. Yet, she answered me, still.
“Enough to not care about the lecture you’re about to give me.”
“Should I still bother giving it, then?”
“Only if you use that voice I like,” she giggled. Her body began writhing in the sheets, alerting me to just how jealous I’d become of the cheap, bleached threads.
“Which one is that?”
“The one you use when you grumble things in Russian.”
I’d told myself not to fall for her tricks. I’d seen them coming from a mile away, and I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t let her break me. But I hadn’t even noticed that she’d wrapped her arms around my neck, nor had I realized how dangerous her pout could be. Our mouths were already touching when I answered her, growling the words over her lips.
“Непослушная девочка (Naughty girl).”
She hadn’t protested the idea, and in fact only went further to prove the sentiment true. That little rabbit snaked a leg around me and urged me closer. I couldn’t find it in myself to resist. Still clothed, thankfully in my normal button down and slacks, I climbed on top of her.
I didn’t stop to think about how easy it would be to slip into a sinful taking. I didn’t care for the warnings I heard echoing in the recesses of my mind. I cared only about the way her tongue tasted; the way her hands pulled at my hair and made me follow her however she’d wanted.
For each moan I made, she would reward me with whimpers that filled my mouth. True to my earlier warnings, I devoured them the same way I wanted to do to her. I bit down on her lip and dragged the supple skin through my teeth. I separated from her only to steal more breath from her, and then capture her lips before she could try to find air.
I wanted her to be as powerless to it as I was. Delirious and drunk on the desire of foolhardy, smitten fools.
I’d wanted her to say it, too, but it didn’t stop the alarms from tearing through my mind when she did.
“Fuck me, Professor.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, I ripped myself away from her. I would’ve gotten off of her completely, but those inexperienced hands caught my cheeks and forced me to stay close to her.
“No,” I forced through a clenched jaw.
“Please,” she begged, an honest, starved sound, “I feel like I’m on fire.”
I couldn’t look her in the eyes when I said it, so I closed them, instead.
“No. You’re drunk.”
“I don’t fucking care! Who cares!”
“I’m...” I started, but the tears pooling in her eyes were enough to rob my lungs of the air they’d stolen from her. I climbed off of her, breaking from her grasp and hating myself for the soft sounds of protest she gave in return.
Running a hand through my hair, I closed my eyes and took a few clean breaths. The kind untainted by lust. I turned to her again, spotting how terrified she looked; shaking and clutching her disheveled clothing. Waiting for me to banish her to that suffocating realm of rejection and shame.
I couldn’t do that to her, but I couldn’t give her what she wanted, either. So, I gave her the truth.
“I’m sorry. I’m not ready to do that with you. I can’t.”
“Then why did you invite me here?” she whispered. Dejected and undoubtedly self-conscious, she pulled at the covers like it would secure her position in my bed while simultaneously shielding her from me.
“You wanted more time with me. I wanted to give you that,” I explained. It felt so stupid, too simple to be the truth. But it was.
“But you... don’t want me?”
That wasn’t even close, however.
“That’s not the problem. That’s never been the problem,” I assured as quickly as I could. Unfortunately, it left the girl mostly bewildered. Her eyes were bouncing all over my nervous fidgeting, trying to find something to make sense of. It was so ridiculously endearing that I found myself talking nonsense and hoping she’d understand.
“You’re very important to me. I don’t want to ruin our relationship because I can’t control my… urges.”
“I’m asking you not to control them,” she whined. That time, the high pitched squealing made me smile.
“I know, Bunny. But I can’t give you that. Not yet.”
She settled into her spot, but she didn’t answer. Turning her head just a little bit away, she still caught me in her peripherals as I leaned over the bed once more.
I came close enough to kiss her, but I didn’t. Instead, I brushed my knuckles over her flushed cheek and felt the heat of the moment that had passed. I looked at her with clarity and thanked myself for preserving that sweetness just a little while longer.
I sought her approval, still.
“Will you forgive me?” I pleaded.
She considered the request carefully before she answered with a question of her own.
“Can I still stay with you?”
It was enough like a yes to make my heart start beating at full capacity again.
“Of course. Let me change and I’ll join you.”
The cocky, spoiled little thing waited until I was about to round the corner into the bathroom before she called out to me, “Can I watch?”
“You’re funny,” I chuckled back.
I think we both knew she wasn’t joking. We both knew that it was inevitable that we would come together soon, irreparably tying our two souls together in a way that made insecurities seem silly.
But I could see her toes wiggling under the covers and her eyes going wild with her imagination, and I reminded myself of the joys of her innocence. And I thanked myself again for dragging out the domestic firsts for as long as I could.
I had a lifetime of experiences I wanted to share with her, and I was forever trying to remind myself that we had plenty of time.
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It wasn’t until I lost Spencer’s body heat that I realized just how cold a hotel room could get. Even fueled by the wine, I shivered atop his covers. When he emerged from the bathroom, now wearing the most casual clothing I’d ever seen him wear, he merely held up one finger before he passed right by me and headed towards our shared door.
“Where are you going?” I asked, a bit too frantic for something so trivial.
But my anxiety spiked further when he didn’t answer, and for a second I wondered if he would really go snooping through my things. The image of someone as prestigious as him resorting to panty thievery was certainly entertaining, but I hadn’t wanted him to prove any pervert theories correct.
He returned as quickly as he’d left, poking his head through the entrance first, waiting to reveal the object tucked safely behind him. It didn’t take a genius like him to know what he harbored, but the alcohol didn’t allow me to reach the conclusion until he had already poked the stuffed rabbit around the corner.
“I was getting this.”
My mind immediately summoned images of magicians pulling rabbits out of hats, and I couldn’t stop the series of giggles that poured from me. Each iteration of the sound made his smile grow until it took up most of his cheeks.
I extended my arms and grabbed at the air, calling for him more than the plush creature he held. As soon as he came, we both abandoned the bunny for at least a few minutes. Those that were spent with many brief kisses and sheets strewn about to accommodate the both of us sharing the space. Once it’d all settled, though, there was nothing but tired, shared smiles.
Spencer had that look in his eyes that made my heart beat funny, and I could never figure out if it had been a good or a bad thing. All I knew in that moment was that the loving and longing in the hazel cut straight through my defenses and touched the most frightened parts of me.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked, and if I hadn’t heard myself, I wouldn’t have thought I’d even said it aloud.
“Always.”
I could tell that he sensed the somber aching in my chest, but he said nothing of it. He just let his arms open a little bit further so he could pull me a little bit closer.
“I… You know how I was upset you might have kissed Professor Hawkin?”
“I do,” he said with a bit of a chuckle.
As much as I enjoyed it, I really hoped that he would keep that jovial tune when I got to the part that bothered me.
“That wasn’t very fair of me.”
“Why?” he teased, “Did you kiss Professor Hawkin?”
“No!” I laughed. Pushing aside the mental image, I opted to look at the unadulterated joy I saw reflected in his eyes. I tried to capture the image as perfectly as I could, because I was afraid that it might be one of the last times I saw it, at least for a while.
“Then wh—” he started at the same time I’d said, “But I kissed a boy.”
Spencer’s voice cut off so quickly that it felt like I’d actually stolen his voice from him. I bit down on my tongue, hoping that the pain would be punishment enough to make the guilt go away.
But then he muttered, “Oh,” and it all returned with a vengeance.
We sat there in silence, listening to the rumbling of the heater and the distant sounds of strangers lining the halls. I kept trying to avoid his eyes, but found myself returning to them time and time again.
He was waiting, begging me to say something else. To reassure him that the kiss I spoke of meant nothing — that it hadn’t happened recently enough for him to be worried. I wasn’t sure exactly how to word any of my feelings about the experience.
At the very least, I could promise him one thing.
“I-I kissed another boy. And you know what? It was awful.”
Then, in the blink of an eye, all of the tension had fallen from Spencer’s shoulders.
“Ah,” he chuckled, “so you kissed Kyle.”
I’d stopped asking him how he knew things a long time before then, but it didn’t prevent the shocked gasp from leaving me when he got it correct.
“Yes! It was so bad!” I shouted. Spencer continued in a slightly awkward fit of laughter, and that was enough for me to word vomit all of my poorly enunciated feelings. “First of all, his lips were chapped, and he pressed way too hard. His teeth hit mine and his stupid stubble scratched me! Not to mention he didn’t even ask and it was very rude and—“
“Bunny.”
He calmed me into submission with just one word. That was all it took for me to melt, to fall to pieces in his hands that cupped my face.
“What?”
“I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.”
It was my turn to relax. Spencer caught the weight that I’d dropped from my shoulders by rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks. He wiped away any invisible tears from the times past, and he smiled. A vulnerable, gentle curve.
“Really?” I pouted.
“Of course I’m not mad at you,” he repeated. It somehow sounded even more sincere than the first time. “I am sorry you had a bad experience, though. You deserve better than that.”
With an ungraceful snort, I shook my head within his hands.
“It sucked. I never wanna kiss anyone else but you ever again. So, please don’t make me.”
In that strange space between confessions of a guilty conscience and enough love to smother us both, I felt Spencer and I growing closer. I felt that strange connection of two hearts beating hard against bone cages, trying to find one another in the darkness.
Before I could suggest it, Spencer’s lips ghosted over mine. I chased after them, but he kept himself just out of my range as he teased, “Do you want me to help make up for the bad experience?”
“Right now?”
“Any time,” he hummed.
“Kiss me.”
While Spencer listened, he willfully misinterpreted the request. He kissed me, but not at all like I’d wanted to be kissed. Normally, I would accept the chaste peck of his lips, but the ethanol coursing through my veins gave me an ungodly amount of courage.
“I said kiss me,” I demanded shortly before doing it myself. With both hands on his face, I pulled us together hard enough that I heard him struggle to find air in the little space left.
“This isn’t very kind of you, Bunny.”
He never once fought the proximity, though. He only came closer, crushing my stomach against him while simultaneously forcing my legs apart with his own.
Between whorish, heavy panting, I managed to get through just a few coy comments of my own.
“I like kissing you. You always taste like sugar.”
The statement hadn’t specified his lips, so I didn’t stay there, either. Sloppy, wet kisses started there, but ended at his neck. From there, I felt every sound before it came to fruition, and that made my feverish kisses even more passionate.
“Bunny... you’ve ruined me,” he groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling me harder against his neck. “You could ask me for the world, and I’d do anything to give it to you.”
“I’d love for you to give me something. Not the world, though,” I replied immediately.
“Funny.”
Something told me he was being sarcastic. Something else told me that he actually had found the cheekiness both entertaining and erotic. Either way, our bodies certainly agreed with our current course. His leg slowly made its way between mine until I came to rest against it.
And really, what was I meant to do, then? The friction it caused was so intoxicating, that I hadn’t even realized I was moving until I heard his snarky little voice cooing, “And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Kissing you,” I answered, although it’d been a while since my lips moved in any way reminiscent of kissing. They were just parted against his skin, occasionally biting down to stop myself from moaning loud enough to wake the whole damn hall.
Spencer certainly didn’t help with that.
“So needy…” he growled, “willing to rut against my thigh like a proper whore.”
As much as I’d wanted to remain strong and show him that I was capable of being mature in the face of his teasing, I couldn’t make my mouth say anything other than, “It feels so good, Professor.”
When I’d used his title rather than his name, I felt his muscles tense in a visceral way. His hands moved to my hips and pressed me down harder against his thigh, helping me to roll in a rhythm against him.
“Good. You deserve to feel only the best things, sweetheart. Use my body however you want.”
If I wasn’t so lost in the lust, I might’ve begged him again. I would have snuck a hand to the bulge in his shorts and challenged the offer. But I knew it would be wrong. He was there, giving me all that he could trust himself to give without risking pain.
So, I continued to rock against his thigh, reveling in the way his whole body moved with me. I listened to the steady increase of his breathing rate and the way his fingers twitched each time my body brushed against his dick.
“Do you want to hear a secret, Bunny?”
Considering I’d just told him a far less enticing one, I was happy for a distraction. Especially one he seemed so eager to give under these circumstances.
He hardly waited for me to finish nodding before he started, “That first night you sent me those pictures of yourself... I just couldn’t stop myself from giving in to how badly I wanted you.”
My mind was racing, trying to picture him that night. It felt like a lifetime ago, I remembered the way his knuckles brushed against my sternum, and I thought I might honestly die from his touch. I thought of how hungry his eyes had been, and how close I’d come to asking him to take me home then.
Spencer, it seemed, had similar memories from the other side.
“I touched myself to the thought of you doing something just like this.”
With a sharp inhale of breath, I lifted myself from his leg to make room for his hand. He’d shoved aside the little piece of fabric covering between my legs, but he didn’t enter me just yet. He just rubbed against the outside, groaning at the wetness he’d found there.
“I dreamed of touching you, of feeling you from the inside,” he muttered against my ear just before he bit down on the lobe. “Just... like... this.”
Without any further delay, Spencer pressed two fingers fully inside of me. The noise it elicited was far from a whimper — it was more like a sob that echoed around the room. My nails dug into his shoulders, and before long I was riding his hand the same way I had each time I’d found myself able.
“Spencer… oh, god—” I choked. I could feel his smirk against the side of my face, and in my haze, I still managed to recall the previous effect my use of his title had on him.
“Professor,” I cried. Thrilled by the prospect of someone hearing us, of recognizing the illicit love affair happening at such a prestigious, professional place. Even louder, I begged, “Professor, please!”
He didn’t stop. He got even more adventurous, dragging the slickness over the small bundle of nerves and finding a new rhythm. He kept going, waiting for that telltale sign of trembling legs and whistling breath.
“Let go, Bunny,” he ordered. “Let me watch it happen.”
I’d originally thought it was a funny way to phrase it, but I realized how fitting it was. Because while my body wrapped around him, collapsing in on myself like a dying star clinging to the only bit of life I could find in the endless galaxy, I felt the freedom that only he could bring me.
There was no facade, nothing resembling falsity in my body falling to pieces around him. And his eyes. Just a snapshot of the fire I felt engulf me every time he brought me to new heights.
“Spencer,” I chanted, over and over again until the sound was nothing but a fast-fading whisper.
His lips would find every inch of my face, kissing my eyelids shut while shushing me. Keeping me quiet and calm in his arms, dragging out the serenity and allowing me to take full advantage of the reprieve from the rest of the world.
Those moments would never last long enough. Eventually, I would break free from the confines of his embrace and gaze upon the man who gave more often than he took.
That time, it was his erection still pressed persistently against my thigh.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I whispered, glancing down at where I straddled his thigh.
“No, it’s fine.”
Without thinking of just how unprepared and inebriated I was, I yelled back, “I can help!”
I was stopped and silenced by his hand over my mouth and an arm around my waist, pulling me to stay beside him rather than allowing me to dive underneath the covers.
“Shhh. It’s fine,” he half-laughed, “I know you’re only asking for an excuse to satisfy your own perverse curiosities.”
“Would that be so bad?”
According to the shock that fluttered over his features, I’d like to think that I’d asked a question he hadn’t quite considered. But then the stoic, responsible man I adored returned to spoil the moment.
“No, but we’ll leave it for a better time. When you can remember it with perfect clarity.”
Sporting my most unimpressed face, I lifted the covers and maneuvered out from under his hand.
“You’re being dramatic. I just wan’ touch it.”
Spencer let out a long, loud sigh. The kind that was more of an excuse than a genuine frustration. He would point to it later and promise that he’d tried his hardest; that he was only a stupid, smitten man who couldn’t say no to his favorite girl.
And he didn’t say no. Instead, he smiled as he said, “If you insist, I will allow it.”
I was thrilled — at first. But then I was a couple inches away, feeling the heat radiating from his skin and the band of his pants around my fingers before I squeaked, “Wait. I’m nervous.”
“About what?” he laughed incredulously.
I almost went into a spiel about how I’d never done this before, how it was unlike before, and I didn’t much appreciate the joy he took in my humiliation, but then he stopped me. He forced me to swallow those words lest he decides that I wasn’t ready after all.
“As I said, Bunny, I’m perfectly fine ending the night right here. We can just… go to sleep.”
I let myself fiddle with the hem, appreciating the way his stomach tensed with each movement. I listened to his breath hitch in his throat, and I tried to recall exactly how he’d sounded earlier in the room.
I wanted to hear it again. To feel him again.
“It's just… I don’t know what I’m doing,” I finally admitted.
Of course, Spencer didn’t understand the apprehension. He rarely did.
“That didn’t stop you from putting it in your throat,” he casually replied.
“Yeah, b-but — that’s different!” I cried, “I didn’t have to think about it! Or see your face!”
“Well, then, don’t think about this, either.”
I had started to protest, but the noise turned to nothing when he tugged his pants down and I felt his dick hit my hand. Spencer didn’t leave me to my own devices — he took my hand in his and we did it together.
For all of my fears, the act itself proved to be exceedingly simple. Spencer did half the work for me, guiding my hand over him and providing just enough cues for me to follow. Every time that I’d done it right, his whole body would shiver. His fingers wrapped in my hair would tug until I felt the full force of his approval.
“Oh, good girl,” he groaned. “Good Bunny. Just like that.”
While I’d sought out stories about sex, none of them could have prepared me for just how intimate it felt. The vulnerability encompassed in the small twitches from firm, but impossibly silky skin.
And his eyes. Small slivers of honey and whiskey, hidden but still piercing in the golden hue of the hotel lighting. Even with that yellow theme, his cheeks were a healthy, peachy pink that spread down over his neck. Just a few shades lighter than lips that were unable to close, too busy sucking in greedy breaths and expelling only my name.
“My darling little Bunny,” he said with something almost like a laugh, “You could never do anything wrong.”
Deciding not to take the endearment as a challenge, I pressed a long, but soft kiss against his flushed cheek. Even that was broken by a giggle.
“Never mind what I said before… I like seeing your face like this,” I explained.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he crackled, breathless and wanton with each stuttered syllable. “It is so hard to control myself around you, I—Fuck, I want you. I want you to fall apart so I can put you back together again. I want to devour that innocence, I…”
Tentatively, he moved his hand away and allowed me to take over. My wrists had started to ache, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. The vision caused by my hand wrapped around his dick was too beautiful to end.
His hand found its way to my thigh, instead. Blunt fingernails dug into the pillowy flesh with a sharp gasp from the both of us.
“I want you to be mine, Bunny…” he whispered, and if it weren’t for his eyes locking onto mine, I might’ve thought he was trying to keep the secret to himself. But then he continued, louder and surer, “Forever and only mine.”
What an odd thing to say, I thought. What an odd thing to question.
He hadn’t needed to want me forever — he already possessed the thing he coveted so badly. I was already his, plucked from the fields by the root that now crawled around his fingers and found home in the cracks of his palm.
I was his, in every conceivable way. And although I knew he wasn’t ready, and I was prepared to wait while suffering the wretched pain of longing, I needed him to know. The yearning tore through tired cords and danced over my tongue that found its way between his lips once more.
“I’m yours,” I told him, and I swore I saw his pulse stutter in his veins. My free hand cupped his face, my nails denting the skin with half-moons he never once winced at.
He kissed me while his hips went wild trying to keep up with the pace. He met me halfway, and soon enough I felt his muscles trembling under the tension. Our lips broke apart, and I found those impossibly saccharine eyes stuck to me like I was the only thing left on this earth worth seeing.
“Take me, Professor,” I pleaded, knowing he wouldn’t accept the offer now, but hoping he might see the genuineness behind the words.
Based on his pupils dilating just a little bit further, and his lungs ceasing all movement, I’d like to think that he did.
“Fuck—!” he shouted at long last. If I hadn’t been so captivated by the sight of him, with his head thrown back among soft pillows and his eyes clenched shut, I would’ve watched him come undone.
But instead, I was surprised by the warm wetness that dripped over my fist. I jumped at the sensation but didn’t stop just yet. I waited, listening intently to his staccato breaths that slowly evened out again. After the last whine, I slowed to a stop. I looked at him, patiently waiting for a smile that was even more beautiful than I’d expected.
“I did it!” I squeaked, happily holding up my dripping hand without considering the mess I would make. Spencer didn’t seem to mind any of it, though. In fact, he laughed when he helped untangle our bodies with exhausted limbs.
When we were apart, though, he didn’t leave just yet. He watched me rocking excitedly in place, still holding up my hand like a trophy worthy of praise.
He gave me some of that, too.
“You’re so goddamn adorable,” he sighed.
And while I craved the validation, I figured it would be best enjoyed when I could actually touch him again. So, with a dramatic, spoiled little pout, I grumbled, “But now my hand is dirty.”
Heavy lidded eyes made their way up and down my figure. Spencer was doing that thing where he tried to consume me like his favorite piece of foreign literature. I could feel the scrutiny and the love poured into each glance, and I started to grow restless from his attention.
“I’ll handle it,” he said before kicking off his pants and rolling out of the bed.
I missed him immediately but said nothing. I padded after him into the bathroom silently. Those perverse tendencies were still out in full force, leading me to peek around the door and catch his reflection in the mirror while he cleaned himself first. I heard him laugh before I noticed he’d caught me staring, wide-eyed and curious as ever.
“Keep in mind, Bunny…” he warned, “one day it’ll be a lot messier when it’s dripping down your thighs.”
A chill ran down my spine at the thought, not out of disgust or fear, but an excitement unlike the rest. The thrill of having him touch me and leave behind a part of himself. To carry him in a temporary fashion. To have him in a more permanent way, too.
The implication of him feeling free to claim me like that was not lost on me. After all, as we often forgot, he had been growing older for some time now. I wouldn’t have blamed him at all if he’d wanted to rush. I also wasn’t hurt that he’d wanted to take his time.
I would wait a lifetime for him. But…
“I’m ready whenever you are,” I mumbled once he took my hand between a warm, wet washcloth.
“I know, Bunny,” he laughed. We both enjoyed the intimacy of the moment we did have, though. When that was over, and he returned control of my hand to me, he pulled me closer still with an arm around my waist.
He kissed my forehead just enough for me to resist the pressure, and then he let me go with one last promise.
“Soon. Just not yet.”
But when? It was the question I’d already asked too many times. If he hadn’t wanted to answer, I knew I needed to respect that. I’d already pushed him too far one too many times; I never wanted him to feel that way with me again.
I wanted my Spencer to know that my touch was only meant to be good. That I would never be a source of shame or self-hatred for him, so long as he would let me remain myself. So long as he trusted me to care for him with the same patience and tenderness that I tried to award myself.
Together, we climbed back into the sheets of his bed. Much to my displeasure, he did put all of his clothing back on. But I didn’t mind. The room had remained a consistent coolness that I could drape myself over him without burning. So, I did exactly that.
Broad hands covered as much of me as they could, splaying out over my back and making soft circles on the skin the fabric didn’t touch.
“This is nice for now, too,” I sighed.
“That it is, Bunny,” he answered quietly enough so as to not disturb the wave of sleep falling over me. “That it is.”
While I drifted off, I noticed that his hands never once changed in their pattern. Spencer maintained the same path, the same persistent motions of letters or patterns or whatever it was that he was doing. Drawing, writing, burning into my skin.
I thought of all the times he’d compared me to petals, and realized I’d never once asked him for his thoughts of fauna and flora.
I wondered what use I might be to him when my roots started to stray from him. They would never go too far, I hoped, but they couldn’t tie him down forever. I didn’t want them to.
But the longer we stayed entwined like this, the more tangled we would become. Until there was no coming apart without tearing.
Like a small flower that chose to propagate around thick, sturdy roots, I prayed that my ornamental nature would be enough for him to recognize me as worthy. To be good enough for him to lend me the rainwater and support I would need for the storms over the horizon.
As I fell asleep, his hands turned to willow branches that reached for the tiny blooms scattered around it. Weeping for the distance that kept them apart and hoping that the tears might reach them in the ways its crown never could.
Forever kept apart but finding their ways back to one another, with the inevitable loneliness casting a shadow much bigger than the both of them combined.
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Request: Franklin x childhood bestfriend!reader? Readers been in love with him since they were teens & finally admits their feelings. Franklin licks his fingers like in the short & it turns Reader on?
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Couple: Franklin/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+)
Content Warning: Semi-public sex, unprotected sex, fingering
Word Count: 3.8k
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I’d always wondered how people could find anything relaxing about a bowling alley — especially in my hometown. I understood the desire to socialize, and feeling like a part of something, but they were just so loud, dimly lit, and an odd mix of both sticky and slippery.
If I’d stopped and taken a moment that night, though, I might’ve understood. It had been hours after close, and I was the only one left in the building. Only enough lights were on to get me from point A to point B, and never any farther. And while the pins still clinked like cheers when I hit them, the sounds were few and far between.
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Summary: Spencer goes with Reader to get a tattoo where they convince him to get one as well.
A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post any new work. I was in a slump, but I am hoping to get back into the swing of things. This little nugget is for @spencer-reid-in-a-pool
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader(no pronounns are used)
Warnings: there’s a small scene with a little underlying sexual content but nothing is detailed and I believe it to still be safe for minors.
Word Count: shy of 1K
I woke up to the feel of feather light touches tracing the patterns that covered my skin. I turned my head slightly to see Spencer running his finger over the ink on my arm. His light touches were somewhat soothing, but as his finger followed the path my tattoos had laid out it started to tickle a bit.
My small giggle alerted Spencer that I was now awake. I sat up slightly to stretch my limbs. He smiled at me before giving me a quick kiss and whispering, “good morning”. Spencer’s focus didn’t stay focused on my face for long, his eyes traveled down to the now exposed skin of my chest that had been revealed from my movements.
He leaned forward and planted soft kisses along the dark crisscrossing patterns across my chest. I let out a hmmm of satisfaction and ran my hand through his soft curls. He leaned back and a smile was spread across his face.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I asked, “What is it, love?” Spencer’s eyes softened at the pet name. He glanced away for a second before looking back at me. “I think you should get another tattoo today?” My smile seemed to encourage him because he proceeded with, “I was thinking about flowers going up your forearm. One for each of our wonderful, beautiful children.” I stared at him with love filling my heart like it did every time I was with him. I just nodded with a smile splitting my face.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader becomes rather possessive over Spencer when she learns he’s been been with someone else since they hooked up four months ago.
Category: SMUT (18+)
Content Warnings: Language, mutual masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hand-on-neck (no choking), praise, degradation kink, possession kink, dirty talk
Word Count: 7.1k (I didn’t mean for it to get this long I swear aldjfsdlfksk)
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He’s been a ghost in my head for four months.
Everywhere I went I could hear his voice, hear the way he whimpered out my name and how cries got higher and higher as I clenched around him. I felt the rough grip he held on my hips as I rode him, the pads of his fingertips leaving behind faint bruises that I currently wished I still had.
And more prominently, I saw his face. It was always in the back of my mind, burning into me with lust-drunk eyes and a pouty mouth in the shape of an O. It sizzled into my brain, the sound definitely sounding more like raindrops than fire, but I was more than okay with that.
Summary: After a long case, Spencer wakes up feeling needy, and who are you to deny your boy some affection?
Prompt: “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader (no pronouns used though!)
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, Sub! Spencer, swearing, dom! reader, fingering, cum eating, thigh fucking, pet names, nipple play (fem receiving), g/n pronouns for the reader!
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Anyone that was close to Spencer knew that the young man needed a lot of attention, a lot of affection and a lot of love. They knew the life he’d already lived was brutal to him, his ability to trust was lacking and his skill at showing others how much they meant to him was often overlooked and misunderstood.
But when you were there, when you took him in your arms and held him, ran your fingers through his hair and let him lean against your chest into the early hours of the morning, he knew that you understood what he needed, what he wanted. And you, well, you weren’t even going to hesitate about giving it to him.
Sometimes Spencer was controlled, knowing what he wanted and how to get it, but on mornings like this one, when he’d just gotten back from a case a couple hours ago that seemed to rip his heart apart and then stitch it back together, the both of you knew that he needed to be taken care of. So, when he rutted up against you, pressed his groin into yours as you laid tangled in the sheets, you knew exactly what was about to happen.
He was already so wound up, hands gripping your hips tight to move against you quickly, not caring that he already looked a mess or that you weren’t responding to his touch, he just wanted something, anything. Yet when he looked up at you from where he laid against your chest, with big wide brown eyes that shone and his bottom lip between his teeth, you couldn’t hold back then.
“Mmm, has my baby woken up wanting something?” He nods vigorously, rutting against you and letting out a moan when you bucked your hips up to meet his, jolting him and pressing further into him. “Do you want me to help you get what you want, baby boy? C’mon, I know you can use your words, Spencer.” He ground out a whimper at the sound of his name, and let his head drop into the crook of your collar bone, lips leaving wet sloppy kisses against your skin as your hand carded through his hair, tugging slightly on the chestnut strands.
“Please, Y/N, fuck.” He huffed against your body, and for a moment he squirmed when you brushed your fingertips over the skin of his back, feeling his muscles flex as he moved above you, pace becoming faster.
“Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?” He moans again, louder this time as your nails scrape at his back and chest, and as you push against his torso, he sits up so that he’s straddling you. His face is red, hair falling over his eyes, and his eyes are gazing at you with his signature puppy look the both of you know you can’t refuse. But this morning, you decide you need some satisfaction as well, and when you smile up at him with that devilish smile that grips at his heart and makes his eyes widen and mouth drop open, he knows instantly that you’re going to make him work for it. “Fine, Spencer. If you want to come, then you’ve gotta make me come first, sweetheart.” He whines loudly then, nearly wanting to beg you to change your mind, to let him come first, but when you stare back at him with a look so firm and unwavering, he knows you’re not going to change your mind.
Spencer had always been good with his hands, a fact that didn’t often escape those that came in contact with him. His penmanship was delicate, his fingers long and careful, so when he went to reach underneath your underwear, you knew what he was about to do. But it still had you arching your back like always when he brushed a fingertip over your clit.
The both of you knew that neither of you would last long, you hadn’t been together in over a week because of work and with the way that Spencer was currently sliding his fingers in between your folds to gather your wetness, the both of you could feel the desperation seeping out of each other. You didn’t expect him to taste you though, to bring his fingers up into his mouth, sucking them in until his eyes were rolling back at the taste and his fingers came back clean. That nearly had you coming undone right then. But then he really had you going when he eased a finger into you, tight and hot and oh so comforting to the young man that was still grinding himself against your thigh.
“God Spencer, fuck that feels so good.” Encouraged by your words, he thrust them in faster, watching with pure delight on his face as you rocked up to meet him, chest heaving and mouth hanging open as pleasure racked your body, and for a moment, as he added another finger and crooked them up to hit your sweet spot, he thought he had you, thought he had the upper hand. Until your shirt rode up and he could get a look at you palming your breasts. That’s when he really lost it.
Somehow, as the man took one of your nipples between his lips and started to suck, he still kept up the speed of his thrusts, matching them with how his hips rotated and he pushed his hard-on against your thigh. You couldn’t make a noise then, lost for words as he ground down on your, tongue laving over your breasts as you let your hands fall to his hair and tug hard. He moaned low and loud against your chest, but for the moment all you could do was curse and whine, feeling his fingers pushing you quickly to the edge. And suddenly you were diving off it, pulling him into a kiss as he felt you gush around his fingers, so damn hot against his skin.
“Fuck, oh shit, Spencer…” Your words trailed off as he reattached his lips to yours, grinding against you again with a renewed vigour knowing he’d done the one thing you had asked of him. “There we go, that’s it, baby boy. You gonna come against my thigh, yeah?” He nodded his head, hands grabbing for your breasts, for anything to hold onto as his cock bobbed and you watched, hunger in your eyes. “Then come on baby, I wanna see you come without my hand even touching you.” He groaned loudly again, but continued on with his movements, knowing that even though he desperately wanted you to touch his aching cock, wrap your hand around him and jerk him until completion, getting to come was enough of a reward.
And suddenly it was happening. Suddenly he was coming over your thigh and hip, watching as his cum spurted out and onto your hot skin that seemed to shine in front of him. He kept rutting over you until he was finished, wanting it to last as long as it could until finally, his body was going limp over yours and you took it upon yourself to catch the man, bring him in against your chest and run your hands soothingly over his back and through his hair.
“There we go, Spencer. God, you were so good, so good for me sweetheart.” He was melting into your embrace, kissing over your warm skin, and humming thank you’s quietly. And you gave him as much love back, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he calmed down, reaching over to the tissue box so you could wipe his cum off your skin before taking him back into your arms and pulling a blanket over the both of you. “I love you; you know that right, Spence?”
“I know, Y/N. I know. And I love you too, thank you for taking care of me when I needed it. He’s half falling asleep against you, but you don’t mind, knowing that the weekend was free and you had all the time in the world to rest. And as he lets out a content sigh and snuggles closer to you as you press a delicate kiss to his lips, you utter out the words he’s been waiting to hear.
“I’ll take care of you every day, Spencer, I’m never not going to take care of you, my love.”
Spencer might be insecure sometimes, would rather hide away in the shadows than draw attention to himself, but when the two of you are together, when he’s wrapped up in your arms and you’re giving him all the love you can, he knows that this is what he deserves, that this is what he needs and what he loves. He loves you, you love him, and that’s perfect for the both of you.
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Pair: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Being in a relationship with an FBI agent comes with an abnormal routine, but Spencer is worth every moment.
Category: Fluff
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1176 (a lil baby)
Notes: I really wanted to write something short and fluffy! So here it is, hehe. I also wanted to test out a first person POV because this idea felt v personal and I love the heartache lol. Let me know what you think! :)
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In one word, dating an FBI agent is… unconventional.
When they’re on a case, your days are filled with worry for their safety and there are more lonely evenings than not.
When they’re on a case, you struggle to find new ways to occupy yourself while you wait for their return.
Your relationship is essentially long distance, even though you might live in the same city, and your chest often feels empty from regularly being apart.
Warnings: Self-deprecating thoughts (Spencer’s, not readers), some angst, mention of canon-typical violence, mention of an argument, mention of food.
Word count: 3.5k
Summary: Spencer and reader talk it out after their argument.
A/N: This one was a labour of love! I couldn’t find the words to start it but once I did, they just spilled out of me. I hope you like it, and as always, please let me know what you think! :)
Part of the A-Z of Spencer Reid series, but works (mostly) as a stand-alone!
Summary: Based off of this request! It's been a while since I fulfilled a request so I hope you enjoy it!
Word Count: 3.9K! Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
The hardest part of any case was dealing with the victims’ family members, having to console them with promises that you weren’t sure you could keep, and trying to avoid the difficult questions you know you didn’t have answers to. JJ was normally in charge of liaising with the family members, despite being a profiler she still had the best rapport with dealing with those situations, which was something you had always admired about her.
So when she called in sick and informed the team that she wouldn’t be joining them on their next case, panic set in, hoping that the unfortunate role wouldn’t fall on you. It didn’t, surprisingly the job had been left to Spencer. You weren’t entirely sure who elected him to take over, you liked Spencer but everyone knew he was not the best at reading the room or dealing with strong emotions.
You thought he would have protested, insisted someone else take the job but surprisingly he seemed eager to do the job. The minute you guys arrived at the local precinct he’d taken the young victim's sister aside to a small office, opposite where the rest of you were working. This meant you had the perfect view of what was happening in the room, and despite the fact you were supposed to be reading through past case files that could potentially be linked to your current case, you could not draw your eyes away from Spencer.
“What are you looking at?” You heard Emily say, the sudden interruption from your thoughts causing you to jump. She took a seat beside you, handing you a cup of coffee that you didn’t even know you needed and you smiled at her as if to say, thank you.
“Nothing.” You responded curtly, tearing your gaze away from where Spencer was and looking at her and then down the piles of papers sitting in front of you. “Just wishing I had the ability to read as quick as Dr Genius over there.” You tilted your head to where he was, unintentionally catching sight of the way the victim's sister, Natalie, placed her hand on his upper arm, her touch lingering just a little longer than it should've, especially considering how opposed to touch Spencer was. You were sure it was an innocent action, it had to be given the circumstances, yet this strange feeling took over you, a feeling you could only describe as jealousy at how he hadn’t brushed her off or asked her to remove her hand. You hated that you felt like this.
Emily watched you staring at them, her eyes darting between you and him watching the microexpression on your face shift. “Right…” She replied, not entirely believing you but not wanting to press further. She knew if there was something wrong that you would talk to her or at least that’s what she hoped. “Hotch wants to deliver the preliminary profile in 5, do me a favour and bring Spencer with you.”
You opened your mouth to respond, to say you couldn’t possibly leave your work half done, that you couldn’t possibly go into that room and have to deal with both the emotions that they would be feeling as well as your own. But before you could get the words out, she’d walked away. You sighed as you stood up to briefly pack away some of the more sensitive case files, before making your way to where Spencer was.
Despite the closed doors, you could hear a faint sound of laughter. Weird, you thought, you’d heard a lot of crying, some yelling, and even rages of pure expletives but laughter wasn’t a usual reaction to the types of conversations Spencer was currently having. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, waiting for the brief ‘come in’ before entering, you popped your head around the door sending the girl a small sympathetic smile before turning to Spencer. “I’m sorry to interrupt but Hotch wants us.” You said, watching as he nodded and got up from where he was sitting.
You closed the door again and waited outside for them to finish up, not wanting to interrupt their conversation any further. You leant against the wall as you took another sip from your cup, you felt awful. You couldn’t help it, you didn’t want to feel like this, the poor girl was going through something awful and here you were, getting jealous over nothing. It wasn’t like she meant anything by it, and even if she had it’s not like you had any right to be jealous. Spencer wasn’t your boyfriend, in fact up until 3 weeks ago you hadn’t even been sure you were friends. He hadn’t done anything to indicate he didn’t like you and he’d been nice enough, but he didn’t act the same way around you as he did the others. It wasn’t until your last case ended terribly and he found himself in your room, spilling his guts out and being extremely vulnerable that you realised you’d crossed the line between being an acquaintance and a friend.
Your thoughts were once again interrupted by Spencer opening the door and before he could make it to where you were, you had begun to walk away. You weren’t in the mood to make small talk as you were sure he would try to do, all you wanted was to get the profile done and get back to your work.
“Y/N.” You heard him call from behind you, the sound of his shoes hitting the floor got louder as neared you and you sped up in hopes of making it to the rest of the team and avoid talking to him. “Y/N.” He called again.
You were so close to the briefing room, so close to not having to have an awkward conversation. But he was quicker than you, His hand wrapped your arm, stopping you in place as he turned you to face him. “Hi.” You squeaked, fully aware of the heat rushing to both your cheeks and the area that his arm was gripping.
“I was calling you.” He smiled at you, thankfully letting go of your arm and starting a slow pace for the rest of the short walk, his shoulder bumped against yours as you walked side by side, his fingers faintly brushing against yours.
“You were? I didn’t hear you.” The words fell out of your mouth far too quickly to be considered normal and out of the corner of your eyes, you saw his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Are you ok?” He asked as you reached the room that held the rest of the team, he opened the door for you like the gentlemen that he was and allowed you to walk past him to enter the room.
“Mhmm, just tired.” You lied, looking around the room to find Hotch. “I’m gonna go talk to…” You awkwardly pointed your thumb over to your boss, whose attention you both had caught and as such, he gestured for you to go over to him. Before Spencer could respond, you scurried away, breathing in a long-held sigh of relief.
The profile was delivered quickly, thankfully silly questions were kept to a minimum, and disagreements on your professional opinion were shut down quickly. As the local PD scattered, off to do the tasks they’d been assigned, Hotch set about giving the team new instructions.
“How’re the case files coming along Y/N?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. You contemplated lying for a moment, pretending like the number of papers you still had to sift wouldn’t have you sitting there for hours. But you knew you couldn’t, and if we’re being completely honest, shouldn’t.
“There’s still a lot to get through, I have another 30 files left.” You answered, wincing as you said the number out loud. You waited for Hotch to ask why it was taking you so long, perhaps even to reprimand you for the time taken but he didn’t get the chance.
“I’ll help her.” You heard Spencer say, your eyes widening as you turned to look at him. He was only trying to be nice, and yet it was the worst possible situation you could imagine. Ok slight exaggeration, but it was close to being the worst possible situation. “It’ll be quicker with two of us.”
“No!” You surprised yourself with how loud the word was as it left your mouth, the rest of the team turning to face you in both shock and amusement. Your mouth dropped as you tried to backtrack, “I just.. I mean I don’t want to take you away from anything else.” His eyebrows furrowed again as he shook his head, and you hated how cute he looked doing it.
“No, he’s right.” Hotch stated. “Reid you help Agent Y/L/N get through the case files, Morgan you…..” He continued on letting everyone know what to do as Spence got off the table he was sat on and walked over to you. You began walking away, just as you had last time but this time he didn’t try and stop you, in fact, he was silent until you reached the room where you’d left the case files.
“Are you mad at me?” He asked his tone low… almost upset. You felt a twinge of guilt shoot through you, you knew you were being unfair to him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You shook your head as you began removing the files from the boxes, dividing them up into even piles.
“No. I told you, I’m tired.” You took a seat and watched as he dragged his chair to sit next to you instead of staying adjacent to you. You pushed his pile over to him as you began working through your own.
“Are you sure? You’ve been acting strange since we got here. Did something happen?” He pressed. Like you’d said, he was not good at reading the room. You sighed as you placed your pen down and turned to face him.
“How is she?” You asked, ignoring the question he’d posed. His nose crinkled as his usual confused expression crossed his face.
“Who?” He asked.
“Natalie?” You watched as the question still remained unclear to him, taking note of the fact that he didn’t notice the name. “The victim's sister.”
“Oh…” He said, as he finally understood what you were saying. “She’s ok, shaken up and confused but there wasn’t any yelling like JJ warned me there would be.” He smiled at you, hoping that his comment would make you laugh. You didn’t, but you returned a small smile that would have been barely noticeable had he not been staring at you intensely.
“That’s good.” You picked up your pen again, continuing to make notes on what you were reading. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he decided to leave it, not wanting to press the awkward conversation further.
Your occasional glance at the clock told you almost 3 hours had gone by, Spencer was long done with his pile and had silently taken some from yours to work on which you were grateful for. You were pretty much finished when Derek knocked on the door, “We’re heading to the hotel, Hotch wants us to rest for a few hours.” You could tell by the tone of his voice that he didn’t want to leave, but Hotch was right. Without him forcing the team to leave, none of you would bother to get any sleep and that would help no one.
“We’ll meet you out there.” Spencer spoke up. Derek looked between the two of you for a moment before nodding and walking away just as you turned to face Spencer once again.
“You can go, I’m almost done.” You said, hoping he would take you up on your offer.
“It’s ok, I don’t mind.” He said, and you mentally groaned at how nice he was, it made shutting him out even more difficult, especially given that there wasn’t a real reason for doing it in the first place.
“Seriously Spence it’s fine...I need to pee before we go and unless you plan on following me to the bathroom you’re going to have to leave before me.” You didn’t really have to pee, you just knew that saying that would get him to give in and leave the room. He nodded awkwardly, his face turning slightly pink and you wanted to laugh at how easy it was to fluster him.
“I’ll wait for you by the entrance.” He said, watching as you began to pack away your own things. You nodded before signalling for him to go and this time he did, waving you a quick goodbye before he left.
You took this moment to breathe and pray that someone else was running behind so it wouldn’t just be the two of you in the car. Being alone in this room for hours had been enough of a struggle, you couldn’t handle the journey back to the hotel. You quickly left the small room, returning the case files to the evidence room before making your way out to the entrance, your eyes darting around the packed precinct trying to find Spencer, and when you did your heart sunk.
He was engaged in a conversation with Natalie though it didn’t seem serious as it had earlier. Truthfully, it was slightly strange for her to be here this late, especially as you hadn’t had any updates on the case that would require her to come up, but you brushed it off as her being worried and wanting to know more. In all your jealousy it was easy to forget why she was introduced to you, and when you remembered, that familiar feeling of guilt washed over you. You debated walking past and pretending like you didn’t see them, but as you watched as Natalie reached up to wrap her arms around Spencer and bring him into a hug, you began walking over to where they were.
“Thank you so much Dr Reid.” You heard her say as she pulled away and you took this as an opportunity to approach.
“Hey Spence, you ready?” You asked him, once again smiling towards the girl in acknowledgement of her presence. She returned the smile back before widening her eyes as she took note of what was going on.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for keeping you.” She said, and your heart panged with guilt again. She was nice. Of course she was nice. “I was just telling Dr Reid how grateful I am for everything you’re doing.”
“It’s no problem,” Spencer replied with a smile on his face. He turned slightly to look at you, taking note of the exhaustion before turning back to her. “We should get going, feel free to call the number on my card.” She thanked him once again and the two of you finally began making your way to the car.
Just as you had expected, you were the only ones left meaning you would have to ride back together. “Do you want me to drive?” He asked, and you almost said yes, you were so exhausted all you wanted was to crawl into the passenger seat and sleep. But you knew how much he despised driving and after how awful you had been to him today, the least you could do was allow him to not do the one thing he hated so much.
“No, it’s ok.” You stuck your hand out for him to pass you the keys and you saw the way he hesitated before dropping them in your hands. “I promise, I won’t swerve us into a ditch...at least not on purpose.”
He rolled his eyes at your joke, thankful that you were no longer not speaking to him in anything but sharp blunt comments. “Good to know.” He said, walking over and getting in the passenger seat.
You quickly pulled out of the tiny parking lot and began following the directions that the sat nav relayed to you. There was a soft hum coming from the radio and you couldn’t stop yourself from singing along under your breath, your fingers drumming against the steering wheel and if you hadn’t been driving you might’ve seen the way Spencer was looking at you, in both awe and something else he couldn’t quite discern.
“What happened today?’ He asked you, regretting it instantly as he watched your fingers still and grip the wheel, along with the singing coming to halt.
“Nothing happened Spencer.” You tried to push, hoping that he would sense your discomfort and drop it. But Spencer was never one for making things easy and despite being completely oblivious in certain situations, he was smart enough to understand that you were lying.
“Was it Natalie?” It was innocent enough as though he didn’t understand the implication of what he was saying but your jaw dropped, your throat felt dry and you could feel yourself starting to shake until he continued his train of thoughts. “Do you think she has something to do with the case?”
You glanced at him for a brief moment before answering, “What?” You asked him incredulously.
“I noticed how you reacted to being around her, it made you uncomfortable...why?” He pressed.
“Are you serious Reid? You profiled me?” The sleep you were feeling only exacerbated the anger and embarrassment that was creeping in.
“No! Not on purpose... I couldn’t help it.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he trailed off his sentence. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“I was jealous.” You blurted out, the tiredness causing you to lose your filter and you knew the second the words left your mouth that you were going to regret them.
“What?” It was his turn to be shocked, his eyes widening at your sudden and unexpected confession, “Pull over.” He said, and for some reason, you didn’t fight it. You parked the car on the side of the road before shuffling to face him. His mouth was hanging open, as though he was still in shock at your words.
You slowly manoeuvred your hand to his chin gently closing his mouth before smiling at him, embarrassed. “I’m sorry for saying that.” You went to remove your hand from where it was but he reached up and grabbed it, holding it close to him.
“Why?” He asked, and you honestly weren’t sure what part of the last few minutes he was referring to. As though he could sense your confusion he elaborated, “Why were you jealous?”
You could feel your cheeks heating up and you were grateful for the lack of light that filled the car not allowing him to see the flush that took over your body. “You’re going to laugh.” You whispered, and you could just about make out him shaking his head.
“I won't, I promise.” He squeezed the hand he was holding as a way of telling you to continue.
“I like you.” You said, visibly cringing at how childish you sounded in your confession. But the small gasp that left his lips encouraged you to speak again, “I have for a while, a long while.. pretty much since I joined the team. And I guess, seeing you talking to another girl, regardless of who she is, and letting her touch you with no hesitancy made me jealous.”
He giggled at this despite his promise not to laugh and for a moment a small pout formed on your face, “I like you too.” He said, his tone confident and sure not a hint of humour in his tone. You were going to respond but he wasn’t done talking, “I felt bad asking her to not touch me, she was already upset... and I didn’t want to embarrass her.” He confessed, and that feeling of guilt took over you again. You sighed before answering him.
“I’m sorry.” You said, once again feeling silly for your irrational jealousy especially now that you knew it wasn’t something that he had initiated or been ok with. “I understand, I was just...I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking past being jealous.”
“It’s cute.” He smiled at you sweetly, “The fact that you were jealous because of that. I think it's cute.”
“Nuh-uh, it’s embarrassing.” You said, laughing at the way he shook his head to disagree with you. Despite the darkness that consumed the car you could see him leaning towards you, and your breath hitched in your throat when you realised how close he was.
“It’s cute.” He repeated, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, using that to pull you closer to him. It was silent for a moment, the two of you close enough to see each other’s faces and you took this opportunity to really look at him. You’d always known he was beautiful, he wasn’t called pretty boy for no reason, But right now, with his face gently lit by the pale moonlight that reached its way into the car, you truly saw how absolutely ethereal he was. You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring at him until his nose gently bumped against yours, and he spoke up.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Please.” That was all you said before his lips pressed onto yours, his chapped lips rubbing against your soft ones in the most perfect manner. It was simple, it was delicate and it was perfect.
A short knock on the window caused you to pull apart quicker than either of you would’ve liked, you jumped back into your seat as Spencer turned to see who it was, only to be met with a familiar face. Your jaw dropped in embarrassment as Spencer rolled down the window to Derek standing there with a smug look on his face as he leant down to rest his arms against the window edge.
“What’re you doing here?” You asked him, your voice coming out as a stutter as you realised what he’d seen, you knew full well it wasn’t long before Emily knew and then Penelope and well, when Penelope knows something, everyone she ever talks to will know it too.
“Thought you got lost and since neither of you were picking the phone, I thought I’d come to check on you.” He spoke with a smirk. Spencer hadn’t said a word, instead, he suddenly found great interest in the frayed edges of his scarf, choosing to fiddle with it rather than make eye contact with his best friend. Derek laughed as he reached into the car and ruffled Spencer’s hair, “I don’t know what I was expecting but this was not it.”
Spencer huffed before swatting Derek’s hand away. He wasn’t really angry nor was he embarrassed, he was mostly just annoyed that your moment had been interrupted. “Shut up.” He said, hoping that Derek would get the hint and leave. Which he did, but not before making one last comment.
“By the way, my room is right next to yours so please….don’t be too loud.” With that, he made his way back to his own car, leaving the both of you both embarrassed yet excited for the night to come.
Here is my second Fic Swap submission (NSFW edition hehe) for the 4th Fic Swap hosted by @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise ! It was written for the lovely @spenciegoob who I love very much. I hope you all enjoy!
Stakeouts were never fun. In fact, they were the complete and absolute opposite of fun. They were incredibly and undeniably boring. What could make it worse?
Being partnered up with Spencer fucking Reid, that’s what.
He was simply insufferable, and a smug know-it-all to boot. But unfortunately, he was also insanely hot. And I hated that he was hot. I hated that I hate him even more than that, though. Does that make sense? Probably not. I don’t care. Hating someone was exhausting.
overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom
genre: fluff fluff fluff
a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)
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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.
it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.
"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.
you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.
"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.
"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.
"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.
"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.
"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.
before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.
and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.
you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.
of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.
you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.
spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.
and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.
he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.
"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.
he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.
"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.
"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.
you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.
"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.
he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.
he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.
a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.
he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.
unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.
he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.
you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.
"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.
"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.
"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.
you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!
"ill help you look" you decided.
"please do," he chuckled.
"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.
"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"
his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.
you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.
you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.
is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.
you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"
with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.
dear y/n,
today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that
dear y/n,
im in love with you. too forward
dear y/n,
you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep
you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.
"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.
"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.
"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"
"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.
"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."
"youre not mad?"
"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"
"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.
"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.
he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."
you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.
Summary: Reader lets Spencer, her TA, know how she feels after a whole semester of tension. Set before Spencer joins the BAU - super baby Spence
Pairing: Spencer x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+, language, kissing, teacher x student, exhibitionism, sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), light choking, masturbation
A/N: Ok, so this is my first attempt writing fanfic so we’ll see how it goes. Maybe let me know how I can improve?!
He didn’t want her here. Well that wasn’t true but he didn’t understand why she came to office hours every week. Y/N was passing the class with flying colors - full scores on exams and papers. She never asked questions or made comments, just sat in the back of the room. Sometimes she would have her laptop open or a book and on some days like today he would have her full attention. He could feel her bright eyes follow him as he explained concepts to other students and it made his cheeks flush red and palms sweat. He liked her - a lot.
It was silly. She’s a student - a very pretty, very smart student - and he was her TA. There was no way that she would be interested in him of all people. Spencer Reid was the opposite of a ladies man, opting to spend his time working on his third PhD or playing chess rather than going to parties. He was too awkward, he talked too much, he never knew what to do with his hands. At some point, he began to gradually accept that romance was not in the cards for him. But there was something in the way she looked at him that made him doubt all that.
These were his last office hours of the semester - a last minute session before the final next week. As the final exam review came to a close and students filtered out of the classroom, Spencer sat back in his chair pressing his lips into a quick smile that served as a goodbye. Then it was just her unmoved from her spot in the back. Y/N propped her elbows up on her desk and laced her fingers together. When she spoke she rested her chin on her hands and leaned forward.
“Dr. Reid, can I tell you something?”
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