wc 200 || cw : fluff & kissing, one shot, short fanfic
The soft rays of sunlight filled the living room. You were underneath the sheets feeling so cozy and comfortable. Warm soft blankets piled on top of you. You were in Spencer's arms, he was staring at your face, "You're finally awake" He smiled. "Don't bother telling me the time," you whined, "I want to sleep forever." You glanced at the window, it really was a beautiful morning. His brown eyes seemed to be filled with happiness and contentment, it was as if everything he needed was in his arms. You shuffled his brown hair. Nobody really wanted to leave the bed.
Spencer held your hand. That smile, was the smile that you fell for the first time you met. Nothing in the world seemed better than this moment. You could spend a hundred years with him and never get bored. Spencer kept smiling as he gave you a quick kiss "What was that for?" You asked. "I love you" Time seemed to slow down, you felt content and happy. You kissed him softly, "Mhmm, I love you too" You pulled him in closer, smiling in between kisses. Nothing really mattered expect Spencer. And you'd happily spend all the time in the world with him. "Don't stop" He said in a soft voice.
A/N : wrote this half-asleep at 11pm. I don't usually stay this late up huhu. sorry if its kind if cheesy...I'm trying my best ok? also I know its like so short. I wrote this in 30 minutes ok? ok? (ok if you've read this,because i lowk feel like im talking to wall, ok?)
Pairing: virgin!Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Summary: During one of your movie nights with Spencer, you decide to, once again, take the lead. Or, you got cockblocked so often that you almost thought it wouldn't happen.
WC: 3.1k
Warnings: smut (nipple play and dry humping); reader thinks spencer might be asexual but he's just a shy puppy; they are desperate for each other; "ruined" movie night; virgin!Spencer my beloved. (I guess that's it. If I forgot something, please let me know!)
A/N: Aaaand here it is! I didn't think I'd write smut so soon, hehe. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it - it's actually a sequel to Dearest friend, but can be read as a stand-alone. Feedbacks are highly welcomed and appreciated. <3
Masterlist
"It’s nice we finally have some time for each other," you hummed in agreement. "Thanks for coming over," Spencer said.
"You don't have to thank me," you said, sitting down on his couch after placing the drinks you chose from his fridge on the coffee table. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you confessed. It got him blushing.
Spencer started one of your movies. It was your choice: you usually took turns picking out a movie to watch together whenever you had the chance, since neither of you were keen of going out that often and you didn't have much time outside of work. It was a fun opportunity to know more of each other through your personal taste, since he often chose foreign films about humanities and you, well, you made him watch Easy A, which got him talking about Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter.
After the movies, you would talk to each other about it, maybe mentioning a personal experience that you remembered thanks to a particular scene or a character's arch. Maybe you would kiss.
Which was a problem. Well, not a problem, but, you see, you didn't have much time together other than going to each other's houses and out on a few dates, which were your favorite: Spencer often found the most beautiful, cozy places to take you, like coffee shops, museums, bookshops and libraries, followed by a nice dinner at a local restaurant. It was during one of those dates that something gave him the nerve to touch your hand. Holding hands quickly escalated to having his hands around you at all times possible, and it got to the point where you nearly had to peel off of him when he got too comfortable and you sadly had to leave to do something. These moments of physical touch were making you go insane, thinking about making a bolder move on him, but you thought that maybe he wasn't ready. Plus the fact that you seemed to be interrupted whenever things got too heated.
If you had a nickel for everytime you and Spencer had to stop right before you got intimate (in any way, really), you'd have two nickels, which isn't much, but it's weird that it happened twice. It was like the universe (more like Hotch and the gore that surrounded the team) were set on a mission for you to never have sex again. Besides that, more extreme thoughts plagued your mind and told you that maybe he wasn’t attracted to you like that. It often made you go home feeling a little bit insecure.
You knew that it was better to assume, but you were only human. After some pep talk with yourself on the way to his place, you convinced yourself that you would have to have this conversation with him, sooner or later. You thought so hard about this that you even came up with the possibility that he was asexual — you were fine with it if he was, obviously, because being with him made you feel whole. Still, you wanted, you needed to get this off your chest before you exploded with assumptions and unrequited feelings. Unrequited desire.
You decided to try to be subtle. Scratching the back of his head with your nails lovingly, you both watched the movie. "What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you. You could see the goosebumps on his arm, that must have been the trigger for the question coming out of his lips. You gave him a soft smile.
"It's called affection, pretty boy," you kissed the tip of his nose. "And I don't intend on stopping anytime soon."
You kissed his left cheek when he turned to look at the TV screen.
Then, you turned his head gently to kiss the right one. He glanced between your eyes and your lips, so of fucking course you were about to kiss him, but you decided to tease him a little and pecked the tip of his nose and gently kissed his forehead instead. He breathed out a laugh. Ticklish. It made you wonder where else he would be sensitive.
Stop, you slut of a brain.
When you were about to kiss his lips, you withdrew your face from his, smooching his cheek instead. He sighed, oblivious to your real intentions, impatient and utterly, stupidly in love with you.
Oops. There goes your heart. Out the window. Taking your judgment with it.
"Spence?"
"Yes?"
"Can I do something?"
"Yes," he answered. "You know can do anything, baby."
"This is a very dangerous thing to say to a girl who has the feelings I have for you," you said, grinning. His expression morphed into one that almost looked like sheer panick.
You slowly moved to straddle his lap, giving him plenty of time to stop you if he wanted to, his legs trapped between yours. You sat yourself on the top of his thighs. He watched every movement feeling like the world stopped and there were the both of you, moving in slow motion, movie long forgotten behind you. His breath hitched when he came to his senses and noticed the position you were in, now that you've done what you had. "Is this okay? It's more comfortable than kissing you like… well, that," you laughed softly.
"Yes. I-It's perfect," he breathed out, hands finding your waist.
You lips finally met his in a kiss that had both of you sighing. You found out that Spencer was a really good kisser — and you were proud to be the one with whom he practiced kissing to perfection —, your lips easily falling into a passionate rhythm. Gasping for air, you pecked him on those perfect lips that were red and puffy from all the assaulting you were doing, but he quickly pulled you in for another, this time, sloppier than ever, encouraged by your own boldness. He was french kissing you. Fairly used to it, but not with the intensity of it, you groaned in welcomed surprise, hands finding the nape of his neck and getting a grip on them, not so gently as you normally did. You pulled his hair down, breaking the kiss, lips tingling and lungs screaming for air. He smirked, feeling smug at the state he left you in.
You rose slightly from his lap, still holding his head and looking straight into his eyes. By holding yourself slightly above him, the pendant of your necklace grazed his chin, like he had imagined many times after watching you fiddle with it. God, it was finally coming true, having you in his arms and intending to let you do whatever you wanted to him and him only, the way that it should be ever since the day you met. You nearly made him go insane, pulling you closer to his body than you ever were, acting like a desperate madman. You smiled down at him and kissed him again, more feverishly than before, trying to tell him through that kiss that you were his. Biting his lower lip and earning a fucking moan, you sat yourself down on him again. You felt his bulge against your clothed core and the light contact made you feel lightheaded.
You were so caught up on him that it almost made you forget you needed to talk to him first. Unfortunately, as you tried to catch your breath and to find the right words to speak, Spencer felt his insecurities creeping up on him. Despite knowing it would be best to talk to you, he felt like voicing it out loud would push you away from him — which he didn't want. He was very comfortable with the indecent small distance between your bodies.
He was fidgety. You knew you needed to address this because your boyfriend wasn't the best at voicing his needs — you remember and giggled internally at how you had been the one to knock on Spencer's door asking him to put an end to your suffering by telling him how you felt. Heh. Kudos to you.
"I wanted to talk about this with you," you murmured, now feeling his kisses peppering the skin of your neck. You knew how much he was hiding from you because he wouldn't stop moving and it was very distracting, but if you didn't speak, it would be the end of you. "I'd ask if you were okay with me and you like this, about taking further steps, shit." You moaned when he fucking bit you and kissed you right after.
He pulled away from you, hands flying up to the back of your head. Foreheads touching, eyes locked in yours. "I want it. I want you, I mean. Been wanting you for some time now—a very long time, yes." He strongly shut his eyes closed, most likely working up the courage to say something. "But I don't want to... disappoint you," he finished, sounding insecure.
Not on your watch.
"Me too, Spence. God, I want you so bad," you answered, unable to look away from him, who now looked down, paying close attention to the rising and falling of your chest. "Hey, look at me, please," you pleaded. His eyes met yours. Oh, those maddening eyes... "Believe me when I tell you, baby, I want you. And if you don't want to do anything, you don't have to. I won't push you, of course. I just wanted to have a conversation with you before, because setting boundaries is important and consent is hot—" he laughed quietly. Making jokes was your go-to way of making situations lighter and he was glad for it then. You smiled when you noticed the sound he made. "And I'm also positively certain that you wouldn't like to have our first time on your couch."
"My first time," he revealed. softly. Eyes not meeting yours.
Oh.
You didn’t falter. "It doesn't change much, baby. I still stand for what I just told you," you assured him, "I want you to enjoy yourself, Spence."
Looking back into your eyes, he declared, "And I want you."
"You can have me," you answered, "You already have."
"You'd need to guide me. You know, hands-on activity. Because I’ve never done it before…" he trailed off.
"Lucky for you, I'm great at teaching."
His grip finds your waist, lips anxiously waiting for yours — and when they touched to mold perfectly in another breathtaking kiss, he felt complete. Like nothing bad could ever happen in the world just because you were in it. His past, his insecurities, the awful things you both saw on the field, nothing mattered. Looking at you, touching you, was a nearly an out of body experience. The things you got him thinking by just kissing him. And he thought his insecurities would get the best of him. Jokes on them, you exist.
You look at him through hooded eyes. "I've never felt like this before. I feel... tingly," he confessed, lovely smile on his face, eyes blinking.
"You're feeling good, handsome," you answered, glancing at his dazed eyes.
A beat of silence. Swallowing second thoughts. "Can you make it better?"
"Is that a request or a challenge?" You asked, grinning.
"A request." He answered shyly, hiding his face on your neck, peppering kisses on your skin. You were going to explode.
"Oh, don't talk to me like that," you shivered, feeling absolutely lost, "I might spoil you and give you everything you want," you sighed.
"Let me have it, then," he answered, voice muffled by your skin.
"I'm all yours, Spencer."
He had the audacity of blushing as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt. You smiled at him. In this state, if he asked for you to run naked around town, you probably would. It was dangerous, to say the least. Softly, yet desperate, the words left his lips. "Can I take this off?" He sucked in a breath. "Please?"
"Yes, pretty boy, you can," you answered. "You can have anything. I thought I already said that."
"Yes—You did. You did," he breathed out between needy kisses across your skin, getting rid of your shirt in no time.
At first, he was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. He hadn't seen many naked (or semi-naked) women in front of him, but you were something out of this world. The bra you were wearing matched your skin tone and pushed your breasts together and there was the fucking necklace, almost mocking him by being constantly so close, too close to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The view was almost overwhelming by itself. You looked at him, but he couldn't possibly come up with the words that would describe you in that moment. Words had failed him, nothing else in his mind but you. The tool he used to communicate, to access the world and how it shaped reality, to comprehend the mind of another person, to get to know others... He had nothing left. Except from the pulsing of his boner against your clothed pussy, that is.
Just like that, IQ of 187 slashed to 60, Emily Prentiss said, once. Funnily enough, when you passed by wearing a sundress.
Unable to talk but, oh, so able to use his hands, they traveled up to your breasts with a featherlight touch, which didn't stop him from feeling your heartbeat. He let his hands trail over the soft and sheer fabric of the bra you were wearing. Finding your nipples, his touch got more intense. He licked his lips. His actions made you shudder and sent a spark of excitement to your sex. "Pretty," he said. "So, so pretty, my girl."
"Do you like it?" You asked, breathless from a little touching. Pathetic. "I got these thinking of you. Wanna look pretty for you, Spence."
"You are," he said, looking into your eyes, his own foggy, hands reaching to touch your neck. "You're pretty all the time, it's so unfair to me," he murmured. "I really like them on you, but… can I take ‘em off?"
"Yes. You can do anything, Spence."
Spencer wanted to burn the sight of you, in that slightly disheveled state, in the back of his mind so he could remember it forever — not that he would have a hard time trying to remember anything. Nevertheless, he did everything so slowly, almost as if trying to tattoo on the tip of his fingers the softness and temperature of your skin. He inhaled deeply, consumed by your floral-scented perfume and lifted his hands to unclasp your bra. His fingers curiously, but unhurriedly, lowered each of the straps. Like opening a gift that had been so carefully wrapped he didn't want to ruin.
But did he wanted to be ruined by you.
The sight of your bare chest was marvelous, to say the least, and he timidly grazed his fingertips against the exposed area, eliciting goosebumps and a soft whine. His mouth watered, thoughts simply reduced to the need of having you in his mouth. The striped pattern on the soft skin of your breasts around your nipples were faint, barely there, unless if you took a close look at it. It goes without saying that he was blatantly gazing at your bosom at this point.
Pupils dilated, he looked up at you, hungrily, drawing his face closer to you, curls tickling the skin of your collarbone. He inhaled your scent, mind blanking. Tortuously dragging his lips on your skin (and unintentionally smearing some of his saliva on you, he was drooling, after all) as a silent request, the necklace brushing his forehead slightly. The grind of your hips against his answered his plead to taste you.
"Oh—you're so, so good to me, princess," you moaned when he finally wrapped his lips against the nub, playing with the other.
You felt almost overwhelmed with the attention you were getting and the reaction you were having to said attention. Your underwear was sticking almost uncomfortably against your core and you felt yourself aching for some relief, aching for him. So, as Spencer worked his hot tongue on your tits, licking, softly biting, sucking, making a mess on and of you, you busied yourself by chasing the relief you both desperately wanted. The solace it provided you both with was exhilarating and made you feel dazed.
Steadily rocking yourself against him, you earned a few grunts. "You're making a mess of me, pretty boy," you murmured as he switched his attention to the other boob.
"Give it t'me—I want it, I deserve it," he breathed out, body aching with lust, cock pulsing against your covered clit. His words only fueled the fire inside you, the coil in your lower stomach threatening to snap at anytime now.
"Yeah, you do, my boy," you breathed out, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck, nearly tasting your orgasm, "gonna look so pretty when you come for me, won't you, baby?" Both hands gripping your hips, mouth never leaving your skin. You sure would be bruised by tomorrow, but this, this was definitely worth it.
"Yes—Yes, I will," He whined. He fucking whined.
"Tell, me—ah—where do you want to cum, baby?"
"Shit—" until then, you were sure that was a word you'd never hear him saying, let alone that freely. "Gonna—Shitshitshit," moaning out your name.
That's when it hit you that he had cummed his pants. It was such a fat load that it had seeped through both his underwear and his slacks — which prompted you to reach your own high with a moan of his name directly into his ear.
Both of you feeling dizzy, you slump against him, feeling his arms wrapping your frame as you rested your head on his shoulder. You both took deep breaths, the only sound in the room. Well, besides the movie you both totally ignored.
"I can't get up right now... My legs feel wobbly," you chuckled. "Are you okay, Spence?" You asked, looking at him when you didn't get an answer.
"Yeah, 'm fine," he answered, "I mean, I'll be fine as soon as I recover from you."
You laughed sincerely, "From me? What have I done to you?"
"You gave me what I wanted, you spoiled me, you broke me," he said, a silly smile adorning his pretty face. You pushed him playfully. "I can't even explain what I'm feeling right now. My brain has stopped working ever since you straddled me. Are you trying to kill me?"
"No, babe."
"Wrong answer. You're so gonna keep doing that to me, so you'll definitely be trying to killing me from now on." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
Summary: Five times you stole Spencer's sweater vests, and one time the team noticed.
Warnings: fluffity fluff fluff, little bit suggestive/slightly spicy scene.
Word Count: 2.1k
Requested
A/n: I loved the request but I couldn't really get into it so I decided to make a moodboard......then the writing just came and it got kinda out of hand but I love it, I hope you enjoy reading!
"Ready to go?" You asked as you skipped out of you and Spencer's shared bedroom, grabbing your bag as you walked to the door.
"Um, yeah" Spencer replied absentmindedly as he stared at you.
He cocked his head to the side in that painfully adorable way while his eyes scanned your body up and down. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something but not knowing entirely what. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips displayed a small, confused frown before it clicked.
"Are you wearing my sweater vest?"
You looked down at your outfit before shifting your gaze back to him.
"Yeah, 's comfy. You mind?"
"No, not at all. You look better in it that I do"
"I highly doubt that doctor" You smiled sweetly, causing him to return to you a slightly flustered grin.
"Are you ready yet?" Spencer called out from the living room.
"I think they'll manage without us for ten minutes, Spence"
"Twelve"
"Alright genius"
You walked out of your bedroom and smiled at Spencer as you waved your hands up and down your body, showing off your outfit with a little twirl.
"How do I look?"
His eyes immediately fell on the vest you were wearing, his vest.
"Did you steal my vest again?"
"I didn't steal anything! Merely borrowing, dear. Why? Do you want it back?"
"No, really, no. It looks great on you"
"Why thank you kind sir"
"Spence!" You hollered from the kitchen "We're gonna be late!"
"Coming!"
Spencer walked into the kitchen a little confused. He looked down at the check shirt he was wearing with a puzzled expression.
"What took you so long? You're usually waiting by the door for me" You said lightheartedly, Spencer was always a stickler for being on time.
"I couldn't find my grey sweater vest, have you se-" He cut himself off when his eyes fell upon the exact thing he was looking for, on you.
"What?"
"You're wearing my vest"
"I have before"
"I was looking for it"
"Well I can change if you like, we might be a few minutes late though"
"It's fine, I'll find another. I just thought you preferred the patterned ones"
"Sometimes, mainly because you seem to have a lot of them"
"I bought more, since I thought you liked them so much"
Your heart melted just a little hearing that.
"Spence" You said softly as you walked towards him "You are so incredibly sweet I think I might have a sugar overdose"
He smiled, that special smile he reserved for you and only you as he leaned in to kiss you. It was simple, sweet and soft, a perfect moment of domestic bliss.
You heard a knock on your door and flicked your head up from the stake of paperwork covering your desk.
"Who is it?" You asked sweetly, hiding the annoyance in your tone.
"It's me. Spencer"
"Come in"
Spencer opened the door and closed it behind him before he walked up to your desk. His eyes raked over you, noticing his dark grey sweater vest and smiling.
"You look beautiful"
You looked down and remembered that you were wearing his clothes again "Sorry, I could barely see in the dark so I just grabbed whatever I could"
"Don't apologise, I love seeing you in my clothes"
You just smiled brightly, all feelings of annoyance melting away.
"You left early this morning, I didn't get to see you leave"
"Sorry, Hotch called me in early"
"That's not like him, is something wrong?
"No, just had some extra work for me to do" You said as you gestured to the files splayed out in front of you.
"Oh, so you're pretty busy?"
"Painfully so. Did you need something?"
"Just wanted to see how you were doing, and see if you wanted to go to lunch"
"I'd love to but as I said, Hotch unloaded a criminal amount of paperwork on me, I think it's time to lock him up"
"Okay, just for a little while though or Morgan'll go round acting like he owns the place again"
"Well, as the saying goes, when the cat's away the mice will play"
"Hm" Spencer hummed to himself with a little smile.
"What? Something funny?"
"Nothing, just the history of that proverb is actually quite interesting. It originated in-" He ended his sentence abruptly.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, I just remembered what Morgan said"
"What did he say? You want me to punch him? Because I don't need much provocation, I'm really in that kinda mood today"
"No, he just said that people get very bored when I talk about 'random crap' as he put it, but especially literature"
"Okay, wait here, I'm gonna go punch him. Back in a sec" You said as you rose up from your desk and headed for the door.
Spencer let out a little half-laugh, knowing you weren't serious. He grabbed your arm, not tightly but enough to stop you.
"Don't. It's fine. I know I can be boring"
"Not to me you're not"
"Really? Never?"
"Okay, one time"
"Only one?"
"Yep. It was on a flight back from a case, I was insanely tired and you were telling me about bark. I don't remember how we landed on bark but we did. I wasn't even that bored, your voice was just kinda soothing and I started to fall asleep"
"And that was the only time?"
"Only one I can remember, that's not the reason why I remember it anyways"
"Why do you remember it?"
"It was the first time we slept together"
"What? We didn-"
"No sweetheart" You laughed "I fell asleep and rested my head on your shoulder, then you fell asleep later. I remember vividly because Morgan and Garcia teased us for weeks after, she even sent me a picture"
"She did? You never showed me"
"My sincerest apologies, I'll text it to you later"
"Thank you, I'll frame it"
"You won't" You said a little surprised.
"I frame lots of photos of you"
"Where? I've never seen them"
"I keep most of them in my office at home or my desk drawer here, makes tough cases easier"
"Baby, you are painfully adorable and I wouldn't have it any other way"
You pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before you grabbed his hand and motioned for the door.
"Where are we going?"
"Lunch"
"What about your paperwork?"
"It can wait, I'd rather have lunch with you"
"Hey" You turned your head back as far as it would go against Spencer's body, not quite being able to look at him "You never told me about the proverb"
"What?"
"Before, I said 'when the cat's away, the mice will play' you said it had an interesting history, tell me about it"
"Really? You actually wanna hear about it?"
"Of course I do"
Spencer snuggled into you a little closer, his arms squeezed your body closer to his and he rested his chin on your shoulder, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
"You're perfect"
"No, I'm not"
"Hey, you are. Don't talk about my girlfriend like that"
You chuckled lightly as you sat up. Spencer tried to pull you back but you got out of his grasp.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, just wanted to see your face"
"And you say I'm the sweet one"
"You are. You're tasty"
You planted your knees by his hips as you leaned down. You kissed him deeply, your lips moulding to his perfectly. Your hands moved up to wrap around the back of his neck.
"Mhm, tasty" You said with a mischievous smile as you pulled away.
"Well so are you" He looked up at you with pure adoration in his eyes.
One of his hands rested on your hip and the other moved up to cup your cheek as he pulled you back down for another kiss. Before you lips met you dodged him, instead opting to press gentle kisses to his jaw and neck instead.
"Tell me" A kiss "About" Another kiss "The proverb" More kisses "Please"
"Well, it doesn't have a direct author"
"Really?"
"Nope, it was never documented properly so it's very ambiguous"
"That is interesting"
"I knew it was!"
"So, where's it come from?"
"Engla-" Spencer paused.
You had stopped your attack of kisses, you sat up and wrapped you fingers around the hem of your sweater vest, well, his but you were wearing it.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking my shift off, you usually like it when I do that"
"Usually, but not tonight. The sweater vest stays on"
You smile cunningly and lean back down, now whispering in his ear "Whatever you say, doc"
His hands gripped your hips just tight enough.
"So" You punctuated with a kiss just under his ear "I believe we left off in England"
"Yes, the proverb. It originated in England during the 16th to 17th century but there is evidence suggesting that it could be from early 14th century France. The French version 'Ou chat na rat regne' translates to 'Where there is no cat, the rat reigns'"
"Spencer?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, so much"
"I love you too"
"Hey!" Morgan called out from across the bullpen.
You walked over to him briskly "Yes, Derek?"
"Have I seen that before?" He asked, pointing to your, well, Spencer's, sweater vest.
Your cheeks headed up immediately "W-this? H-how should I know what you have seen or what you haven't seen?"
"Okay" He drew the word out "Now you're acting weird"
"I-I'm not, I'm just really busy. Do you need me for anything important or is this just a fashion critique? Cause I have a lot of work to do"
"Whoa, there's definitely something up"
"Nothing is up!"
"What's going on here?" Hotch said as he appeared behind you.
"Nothing" You said fast and dismissively "Nothing is going on here, I really have to go"
Just as you stepped forward, Rossi walked up, obscuring your path.
"Hey, I need your help with a paperwork thing" He said just before he looked up "I've got this form-" He stopped as he spotted the vest "That Reid's?"
"W-wh-what? No! W-why would, why would it be Reid's?" You said, painfully flustered.
"What?" Spencer said as he turned around from his desk at the mention of his name.
"Your vest, apparently" Hotch said, pretty much unbothered, but it was always hard to tell with him.
"M-my, um, my vest? What about my vest?" Spencer started to blush instantly.
"Oh my god" Morgan said, completely astounded "You? And you?" He pointed to the both of you.
"W-no! Of course not!" You blurted out "That would be totally unprofessional"
"It would" Hotch deadpanned behind you.
"Well then why are you wearing his sweater vest?" Emily said as she leant over Morgan's desk. You didn't know when she joined the conversation.
"H-how are you even sure it's mine?" Spencer asked nervously.
"Because" Rossi started as he pointed to a mark above your chest "That stain, last week Morgan threw ketchup at you and it left that stain"
"Okay, it is his" You said a little too loudly "We were talking earlier and I said I was cold and he gave it to me and I said I was fine but he insisted and-"
Your rambling was cut off by the feeling of Spencer's lips pressed against yours. You hadn't even noticed him get up and walk over to you but he must have at some point. You were a little shocked, he was the one who insisted on not telling anyone, not that you disagreed. The kiss broke when you heard Garcia cheering behind you both.
"Finally! I've been waiting for this for ages!"
"Well I'm happy for you Penelope" You said to her with a giddy smile.
"Tell me everything! Is this your first kiss? If not, what was? How long have you been together? Are you serious yet?"
"Calm down, hot stuff, I wanna take my sweet time with this. Looks like pretty boy here had been hiding this for a while"
"Not that long" Spencer responded.
"How long?"
"A few months"
"MONTHS?!" Garcia screeched.
"Garcia" Hotch started "Inside voice"
"Sorry boss, but, months?! Seriously?! Aren't you guys meant to be the best profilers in the world?" She asked as she pointed to everyone else.
"To be fair, I am a very good liar" Spencer said.
"No you're not" The entire room replied in unison.
"C'mon baby, let's go for lunch" You said grabbing Spencer's hand.
Summary: After a way too long case you get stuck at work trying to get through your paperwork no matter how long it will take. Luckily Emily Prentiss is just as stubborn and you bond over mountains of paperwork and coffee.
Warnings: None
Authors note: I wrote this on my phone directly in app, so please don’t expect too much. Also, I'm not really the best at writing Emily but I felt like it.
No use of y/n
Words: / not counted
Pt.2
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It was 9pm on a Friday night. The fluorescent light was too harsh and the rest of the room was too dark. It even made this damned flickering noise, which wasn’t helping with your already forming headache. You were sitting at your desk, case files and paperwork sprawled across it, making it look like some kind of accident site.
You were organized to some degree, the piles of paper made sense to you. The rest of the team always joked about the crash site on your desk, but it was your way of organizing things.
Spencer once tried to sort the papers for you and you spent the rest of the day sorting it back into its piles, because you couldn’t find shit with it sorted like that. Spencer had looked so sorry and troubled that you also went to get coffee and a snack to make sure he didn’t feel too bad about ruining your structured chaos.
Since the team had come back from the last case earlier today, well late afternoon at best, you've all been swamped with paperwork. Not just for this case but apparently the last half of the year.
Well, not quite that bad but you've been constantly on the go the last month and now you all had to suffer through the growing mountains of paperwork.
Most of the team had left during the last hour, JJ had to go home so she could tuck Henry in for the night, Reid left shortly after her not wanting to take the subway so late at night and Derek had excused himself so he could go out clubbing.
It was only you and Emily left in the bullpen, Hotch was up in his office and Dave was currently busy with his book tour. She was sitting two desks away from you, her hair falling in her face and she looked like she was about to fall asleep while writing. Maybe she'd even continue writing in her sleep.
You weren’t in much better shape, the last case had them staying up for nearly 50 hours straight and you hadn’t been able to sleep on the way back to Quantico. Something that was Emilys fault, not that she knew it.
She had decided to sit next to you during the flight, as usual, and after about 20 minutes her head was on your shoulder, her breathing even and deep and you didn’t dare to move a single muscle, because her sleeping on your shoulder was everything but normal.
So instead of getting some rest like your tired body wanted to do, your brain was hyper aware of everything and every little movement. You just didn’t want to risk losing this innocent form of physical contact and sign of trust.
It was no secret that you had a crush on her. After basically completely falling over your words when first meeting her it was only a matter of time for the rest of the team to tease you about it.
Well, the first two weeks they were all nice and professional and as soon as you started to make friends, they were making jokes about it and teasing you. At first you wanted the ground to swallow you whole but one day you actually looked at Emily while JJ was making on of her jokes and she was sitting at her desk, acting like she wasn’t listening but smiling. And she definitely didn’t smile at a case file like that.
So when she fell asleep on your shoulder on the plane it was her finally being vulnerable in front of the team. You had spent weekends on your couch binge watching Sex and the City and Desperate Housewives, but at work she was always nice but not friendly.
Like she hadn’t placed her hand on your leg when laughing at a funny scene on tv. Like she hadn’t looked at you a bit too long when you turned the tv on. Like she hadn’t traced her fingers over your face when you had a black eye and she just wanted to examine it closer.
JJ had asked you once what the deal with the two of you was but you had just shrugged, telling her that she knew better than anyone that Emily was a mystery.
But now your little mystery was basically falling asleep on her desk, eyes falling closed every few seconds and constantly yawning, which called for a little break.
So you walked over to her desk and leaned against it, you wanted to seem cool and casual but in reality you were just as tired as she was and not about to stand without support.
„Prentiss, you falling asleep on me again?“
Her head shot up like you had woken her from her hundred year slumber, eyes a bit glassy and unfocused but a small smile on her face.
„Carter, don’t flatter yourself, I'm just soooo into this paperwork I wanna take it to bed with me.“
„Oh I see, so you wouldn’t be interested in a coffee and maybe this?“ You dangled the keys to the rooftop in front of her face and her eyes followed them like you were hypnotizing her.
„Well played, Carter.“ She smiled and tried to snatch the key from you but failed due to her reflexes not being on her a game right now.
„Let's get coffee and head up there before Hotch kills us for a) still being here, b) for drinking coffee this late and c) for kind of stealing the key from him.“
Emily looked a bit surprised when you confessed stealing the key, but it was soon replaced with mischief and something dangerous.
„You finally joined the dark side. Took you long enough.“ She said and took your hand in hers, dragging you along, out of Hotches line of sight and up to the roof.
Request: Heyyy, so I don’t know if you even like Taylor Swift, but I NEED a smutty Spencer fic inspired by Guilty as Sin x So Highschool…I‘m talking build up and idk after a case the team all go to Rossi‘s house and the next thing they know is they‘re drunkenly playing spin the bottle…maybe Spence getting jealous or something? And once reader spins again and it lands on him he can’t hold back anymore, so they make the best of the time they have going at it like horny teenagers. She‘s been waiting for that since she first met him. Imagining how it would feel to finally touch him. @mariechristine00
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, Unprotected sex, dom!spencer, sub!reader, kinda emily x reader??? not really, spin the bottle, Fingering, teasing, jealousy, orgasm denial, creampie, rough sex, cockwarming
A/N: Sorry it took so long! I have had very bad writers block, i hope this is ok!
Four women had died before the team had arrived in Arkansas. All of them had been sex workers, murdered in the same fashion as Jack The Ripper's victims. It wasn’t uncommon for serial killers to replicate Jack the Ripper, but this Unsub had paid incredibly close attention to the habits of the original Jack, which should’ve made him easy to find, right? Predict his next move based on the timeline of the original crimes. Except- This unsub had adapted Jack the Rippers techniques to the modern day, even sending red herrings, making him harder to catch. After 8 days though, the team had finally done just that, leaving everyone to finally feel the full effect of exhaustion.
The jet journey back had been fairly quiet, you and Spencer had fallen asleep on the couch together, your head leaning against his shoulder, his head resting on top of yours. The team had shared a look after spotting the pair of you in such a position.
They had noticed shared glances between you both, how Reid would always bring you cups of coffee, how you’d bring enough lunch for two- knowing he wouldn’t eat if you didn’t. They’d heard all about your weekend hangouts, nights at the movies, dinners at each of your apartments. More often than not, you’d find both of you at one of your apartments, having stayed too late from a movie marathon, or even simply just wanting to stay in each other's company.
Any outsider who saw you both would think you were together, but you weren’t. Not like it want something either of you wanted, no it was quite the opposite. There were definite feelings between you both, and neither of you denied it. Both of you were just afraid to ruin what you had, so instead of facing them, you both lived in willful ignorance. Something the team were becoming exceedingly frustrated to watch, but neither of you would take their advice either. Leaving them stewing in frustration as the pair of you willfully ignored your feelings.
So, seeing you both sleeping on one another? Not as exciting as it used to be, but still made them happy to see.
Rossi is the one who woke the two of you up after the jet had landed. The rest of the team were gathering their things as the two of you stirred, sitting up straight at the sight of the older man before you, making him chuckle.
“Just wanted to let the pair of you know that we're having a dinner party at my house tomorrow night. 6pm Sharp, okay?” Spencer glanced over to you, whilst you rubbed your eyes, sleepily muttering an agreement. Following your lead, he smiled at Rossi, accepting the invitation on his own behalf.
Spencer helped you gather your things before guiding you out to his car, you often carpooled together and when you were at work the day of the case was no exception. You were still half asleep as he sat you down in the passenger seat of his beat up car, before sitting himself in the driver's seat.
“Can I stay at your house tonight, please?” You quietly asked, head leaning on the window, gazing at him through half lidded eyes “I feel bad for you driving all the way to my house, and doubling back to your apartment.”
The man driving smiled and muttered a small ‘Of course’, keeping his eyes on the nearly empty road. This wasn’t uncommon, ever since a mix up with hotel rooms a few months back, sleepovers had been added to your roster of ‘totally platonic’ activities you did together. Cuddling, sharing space, even beds, was now normal for you two. The rest of the team, if privy to this information, would point out how this was a manifestation of your feelings for each other; pushing the boundaries between friendship and romance, to try and fulfil your longing for each other subconsciously. Damn profilers.
The fact that this aspect of your relationship was secret from the team was also further proof that you both understood the implications. But you were just friends, right?
The car journey was quiet and quick, Spencer passed your go bag to you, mirroring you when he slung his own over his shoulder before grabbing your hand and leading you inside of his building.
Once inside, the pair of you set about your bedtime routines, changing in the same room, backs to each other. Brushing your teeth together, and slowly sliding into the warmth of Spencer’s Dark green covers. Small good nights are bid as Spencer pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, leg habitually landing over your him, effectively caging you as close to his chest as he could. Though, you were no different, lacing your arms around his middle, crossing your leg over his, if you could get any closer you could. It was just natural to the pair of you, being as close as possible to one another just made you both feel better, but you both would never mention that to anyone.
After a few minutes, when Spencer is sure you have fallen asleep, he places a small kiss to the crown of your head. Gently stroking the back of your head till he soon follows suit.
The next day, the two of you wake up entangled in each other's arms still. The mid morning light streamed through the curtains, gently rousing you both from your slumber.
Spencer lazily rubbed his fingers along your arm, up and down, until you finally roused fully. Sleepily smiling up at him, you hum as you bring your hand to meet his, intertwining your fingers together. Nudging yourself closer into his chest, he lets out a small chuckle.
“Morning, sleepy head.” He smiled as he squeezed your hand, he could hear a muffled “g'morning’” from you. Slowly, and hesitantly, he pulls his hand from yours, moving your head from his shoulder so he can look at you. He loved how you looked when you just woke up. Lips in a pout, eyes still half lidded, a slightly confused look on your face; he thought it was the cutest thing. As your eyes met his, his smile grew at the sight of your slightly messy hair. The hand holding your face slowly smoothes it down as he speaks.
“Do you want to shower and I'll go make breakfast?” He asked quietly, you nodded, still half asleep. Neither of you wanted to move yet, content in each other's arms. If you were lovers, it would be acceptable to say ‘no, I want to stay in bed with you’- But you are only best friends, nothing more. The realisation dawns on you both simultaneously as you both finally break from each other's hold. Though now feeling empty, you both move to perform your respective routines for the morning. It was around three that afternoon that you finally left Spencer’s house. After breakfast, the two of you had settled on his couch watching TV all morning, until you realised that you should probably go home to get ready for Rossi’s party tonight, Spencer offered to come to your house instead and sit with you as you got ready. He showered quickly, grabbing a change of clothes, before driving you both to your apartment around four.
Sitting with you was exactly what he did as you got ready, he sat in your room reading through your bookshelf as he waited, occasionally watching you as you put on your makeup and did your hair. When you were ready, he had changed as well, the pair of you dressed smart but not too fancy. Your idea, of course.
“I’m sorry but there is no way I was going to a Rossi party in a tight dress, I want to comfortably eat as much pasta as I want without feeling like I can’t move” Was what you had said.He laughed, and you both climbed into your car. You had worn a long summer dress, it flowed loosely around your frame, landing just below your knees. The dress was a a darker lilac, with dark purple flowers haphazardly splashed around the fabric. He had picked it for you when you had asked him to choose between two, unsure which you wanted to wear. Obviously, he chose his favourite colour. The thin straps accentuated the curve of your shoulders, he found his gaze landing on your neck for a moment too long before he reminded himself that you were just friends.
Pulling up to Rossi’s house, you parked the car. As you learnt into the back seat to grab your purse, he quickly hopped out of the car to open your door for you. He took your hand, closing the car door with the other. You smile at how much of a gentleman he is, intertwining your fingers with his before he has a chance to pull away. Hands staying intertwined the entirety of the walk into Rossi’s living room, breaking only to greet the rest of the team.
As the night flowed on, so did the wine. Dinner had been eaten, Spencer was amused at your gleeful motions as you reached for seconds, having your fill without worry. The team imbibed hard, bottles of Rossi’s expensive wine collection had been emptied before he had shooed the team away. Penelope, always the party animal, invited the team to continue the party at her place. Hotch was the only one who refused, wanting to get home to Jack. JJ and Will had agreed without hesitation, JJ’s mother being in town they had the whole night off, Emily followed suit of JJ, Derek agreeing without hesitation of course. The team glanced at you, Spencer and yourself sharing a look, silently communicating before you both agreed. Ordering a taxi to Penelope's house, you all piled into the minibus they sent.
One quick trip to the 24/7 liquor store around the corner, the team minus Rossi and Hoth were gathered in Penelope’s living room. Spencer sat behind you on the sofa whilst you sat on the floor, between his legs. The team were thoroughly drunk now, enjoying their time off as best they could. Derek, ever the party animal, finished his beer with a loud ‘Ahhh’, grabbing everyone's attention. He held the now empty bottle into the air with a triumphant grin.
“Do you know what time it is, ladies and gentleman?” He smirked, an evil glint in his eye as he scanned the room. Confusion painting the faces of everyone around you. “Spin the bottle!” He laughed, moving to sit on the floor in line with you. Penelope squealed in glee, clapping her hands as she moved from her position to sit across from Derek. JJ shrugged to Will, who chuckled and joined the rest of the team on the carpet. Emily sat beside you soon after, and Spencer, albeit reluctantly, slinked from his place on the sofa behind you to sit. Once the team had gathered, Derek explained the rules as he moved the bottle into the middle of the newly formed circle.
“Ok, we’ve all played before. You spin, and whoever it lands on you give them a big old kiss” He paused to wiggle his eyebrows at Penelope, who giggled at him “If it lands on yourself, spin again”
The man looked around, seeing the team ready, before starting the game. He gave the bottle a quick spin, and leant back as he watched the bottle spin. After a few moments, the bottle lands on JJ, who he respectfully pecs quickly on the corner of the mouth, like she was his grandmother, Obviously slightly disappointed to land on the one married woman in the circle.
“My turn?” JJ asked with a small slur, she held a glass of white wine in her hand carefully, leaning to spin the bottle. Landing on Emily, There is a small pause between them before they share a longer peck, Emily quickly moving on.
“Please, God, do not make me kiss Reid.” She joked, making the team laugh as she spun the bottle. Whilst the team watched the bottle spin, You nudged Spencer’s shoulder comfortingly. You knew Emily wasn't being mean, and so did he.
The bottle did, however, land on you. Raising your eyebrows in surprise, Emily clapped her hands
“That was close!” She laughed, JJ smirking and shaking her head amused. Penelope sighed
“I want a go” She pouted “I want a chance to kiss the one and only Derek Morgan.” She complained loudly. Everyone laughed at her fake tantrum, before Emily quickly moved in before you, softly grabbing the sides of your face, and bringing you in for a big closed mouthed kiss. It took you by surprise, and after a few seconds she pulled away, patting you on the shoulder.
“You’re welcome.” She deadpanned, making the rest of the team laugh once more. Still taken aback, you didn’t notice how Spencer had tensed up beside you after he saw your bewilderment from Emily’s short kiss. He watched silently as you leant forward to take your turn, eyes shooting up in surprise when he realised the bottle had landed on him.
A chorus of ‘OOO’s’ rang through the living room, Red painted both his face and yours as you turned to each other. He blinked slowly at you and, after a second, the wine he had been drinking flushed him with confidence, he softly grabbed the side of your face, kissing you deeply, tongue running lightly over your bottom lip before he pulled away.
Another chorus of cheers were heard from around you, the team celebrating seeing one of you finally make a move. Spencer smirked as he pulled away, seeing your shocked face from Emily’s kiss change. You were staring at him, pupils blown and doe eyed, panting lightly through parted lips, cheeks flushed. He didn’t have a moment to enjoy it, as a knock ripped through Penelope’s apartment. She jumped quickly, answering to find her elderly neighbour, complaining about the noise.
That was your cue to go. Spencer called a taxi for you both, you had already planned for him to stay the night. Both of you had shared a few bottles of wine between Rossi’s and Penelope’s, but that kiss seemed to have sober the two of you up. The taxi ride wasn’t awkward, more so quiet. Neither of you knew what to say after the kiss, just sharing the occasional joke about the night.
Walking up to your house, you opened the door silently. After you both take your shoes off, he takes your hand once more, leading you to your bedroom- Once more setting off into your night time routine. Once you are changed, you sit on the edge of your bed, busying yourself by putting on hand lotion, you hardly register that Spencer has finished in the bathroom until you feel the bed dip behind you. Without thinking much of it, you continue slowly rubbing your hands together when you feel Spencers hands grab your hips. A jolt of electricity shot up your spine before Spencer’s lips connected to your neck.
The surprise caused you to let out a gasp, your hand shooting up to hold his curls.
“S-Spencer?” You gasped the question as his grip tightened, continuing to kiss and nip at your exposed neck. It felt amazing, his lips against your skin, tender yet hungry. His desperation for you translated through every touch of his lips to flesh. Eventually, his lips assault reached your jawline, You heard him moan as you lightly tugged at his hair, an involuntary action after he lightly nipped at your earlobe, eliciting a low gasp of pleasure from you. One of his hands let your hip go, moving your head to face him. He stared at you with such hunger, such adoration, his eyes were full of so much love, but painted with a dark lust. His eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, he was just inches away. Both of you panted as you looked at one another, Spencer leaned in first, crashing his lips to yours. He kissed you with such fervour, it caught you off guard. Eventually, you melted into his kiss, moving from his grip to face him head on. His arms found their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Snaking your arms around his neck, he sighed into the kiss. After a moment he pulls away and begins to plaster kisses all over your face
“I don't…” he kisses your forehead “want you” he kisses your cheek “ Kissing anyone” He kisses your nose “But me.” He locks eyes with you for an intense moment before placing another kiss to your lips.
When he pulls away, he's still got one hand on your hip. You are both out of breath after his massacre of kisses.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” He meets your eyes, searching for any regret of what you just did. He finds none, but he needs to hear you tell him. He watches as you bite your swollen lip, he stops himself from letting out a small groan at the sight of you like this. Your face is flushed, hair messy, giving him that wide doe eyed look once more. He can’t help the rush of heat that travels through him at the sight of you, shifting himself in hopes you do not notice.
“Don’t stop…” You spoke quietly, and before you knew it, Spencer had you pinned on your back to the bed. His mouth was on yours, a feverish pace as he kissed you, hands now exploring every inch of you he could. He slotted himself between your legs as you opened them, wanting him closer. You had become a moaning mess at this point, muffled only by his lips on yours. He explored your mouth with his tongue, hand dipping to the hemline of your pyjama shorts. His fingers played with them for a moment before you pulled them down, along with your underwear. Spencer smirked at your action, looking down at you with dark eyes.
“You’re so eager…” He purrs, eyes moving slowly down to see you, his words suddenly make you self conscious. Making a move to close your legs the best you could with him between them, he quickly stopped you, prying your knees wide. He lets out a low moan as he looks down at the state of you, already wet for him. The way he looks at you makes you squirm, never had you seen someone so excited to see you, all of you. The look in his eyes was dark as one of his hands grazed slowly down your thigh. His eyes move to meet yours in question as his fingers inched closer and closer to your throbbing core. Nodding feverishly, he smirked once more.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want.” His voice was harsher than the Spencer you knew, his tone was authoritative, nothing like the timid man you knew.
“I want you, Spencer.” Was all you could whisper out, overwhelmed by how he was making you feel. Without any further hesitation, his lips caught yours in another fervent kiss. One hand held your cheek, whilst the other was making its way down between your legs.
Smirking at you squirm under him, his hand finally reaches its destination. Long fingers begin to explore your folds, occasionally bumping your clit as he gathers your slik. From his position over you, you can see how much he's enjoying this. How he knows he has power over you, the look on his face says it all. He’s almost observing you, brows furrowed as his eyes are glued to your face. He smirks at every pleasured moan, every twisted expression as you grind against his palm involuntarily.
“You like that?” He asks you, smugly. A long finger now teasing your entrance, you can’t help but whine in response. He lets a low chuckle out, finger dipping into you, only slightly. His grin widens when he hears the strangled moan, disrupted by disappointment.
“More…” You gasp, he has sat up straight now, one hand still teasing your entrance, whilst the other moves to hold down your hips.
“You want more? I’ll give you more.” He bites his bottom lip as he pushes his finger knuckle deep, he doesn’t let you adjust as he begins to fuck you steadily. Absent-mindedly, you grind down once more, only to be stopped by Spencer’s grip. “No, not yet, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He cooed, sounding entirely unsympathetic as he slid another finger in.
This was a side of Spencer that you’d never thought to exist. The look in his eyes, the way he moved, the way he spoke to you- It was primal. The sweet, innocent nerdy bookworm was currently ruthlessly finger fucking you. You never thought a day like this would happen, but with the way he was making you feel, it was almost electric.
As he continued, he brought his other hand down to your clit, massaging small circles into the sensitive nub. Gasping his name, you can’t help but grind your hips against his hand, seeking any kind of relief you could.
“I-I’m so close-” You manage to choke out “Im gonna cum-”
Spencer quickly removed his fingers from their place inside of you, causing you to let out a frustrated cry “No! Sp-encer… WHy” You pant, it was embarrassing how needy your best friend had managed to make you. As you slowly managed to recollect yourself, you managed to meet his gaze. A smirk was still present as he brought his fingers to his mouth, popping them into his mouth. Biting back a whimper, you watch him suck your slick clean from his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
You couldn't help but watch him, lips a part, eyes doe like, a dumbfounded expression that he loved. The same expression you gave him after he kissed you. Letting out a low groan, he began to remove his sweatpants, keeping his eyes trained to yours as you watched him release himself.
He made quick work of aligning himself with your aching entrance, looking up to give you one last mischievous smirk before leaning in to whisper to your ear
“When I do this, you're gonna promise to be just mine?” His breath is hot against your skin, you eagerly agree. HHe stays leaning over you as he slides in, slowly. A groan is muffled in your shoulder as he bottoms out, staying still for a moment. You can't help but dig your nails into his back, the way he felt filling you up was just too good.
Without warning, Spencer began to move, sluggish at first, but he quickly began to gain speed. A loud moan escaped you as he sped up, lewd sounds filling the room as he began to fuck you relentlessly.
“Spencer!” YOu cry, he leans up, pulling you down the bed by your hips, he pulls your legs around his shoulders as he finds a new purchase. The new position makes him hit your core in a way you’ve never experienced. “Dont stop”
He doesn't reply,distracted by the feeling of your pussy around him. A tight knot began to wind in your stomach, once more threatening to snap.
“I'm gonna cum, please can i cum?” You begged through tears of pleasure. Spencer let out a malicious laugh, loving the mess you had become. He didn’t reply, simply speeding up his hips, answering your question. All you could do was grab the bedsheets as he brought you to your climax, a loud groan filling the space as he continued to fuck you, cooing praises as he rides you through it.
As your orgasm winds down, you feel his hips begin to stutter irregularly. He grunts with effort, hair sweatily covering his face. “Where can i cum, baby?” He gasps, hips tense as he tries to hold on. Involuntarily, the sight of him now struggling turned you on, making you clench around him. A loud gasp interrupts him “Fuck, let me cum inside, please?” He begs
“Yes!” You moan, without a second thought, you felt the man release, filling you up completely. He lets a loud strangled groan as he bottoms himself out once more, collapsing on top of your body.
There is a moment of silence as you both lie there. It seems to dawn on you that you have just been fucked by your bestfriend, making you panic momentarily. The panic subsides when you notice the tickle of his fingers on your bare side, tracing small patterns as he nuzzles closer into your neck. Bringing a hand up to play with his hair, you let yourself melt into his touch. His weight on top of you was a comfort, his warmth radiated from his skin to yours, and all you could do was feel safe.
After a moment, your clarity comes back. Curiosity takes over, you weren’t complaining about what had happened between you both, in fact, you wanted this for years. But why now?
“Baby?” You hum out, testing the waters of your new predicament. Though, it seems silly to be hesitant in a pet name when he was still currently inside of you. His head perks up nonetheless, the usual sweet and smiley Spencer seemingly coming back as he gives you a soft smil;e at the nickname.
“Yes, baby?” He hummed back, a dopey smile on his face as he emphasised the pet name, Making your heart flutter.
“Not that i'm complaining about this… but what brought this on?” You asked, quaking a brow in question. A blush creeps across Spencer’s face, shifting slightly in his place on top of you.
“I… Well. I was jealous…” He mutters, now exceedingly shy compared to the side of him he has just shown you. The surprise made your brows shoot up, giving him a questioning look, spurring him to continue “When Emily kissed you… I just got jealous, the look on your face… I’d never seen it before. I didn’t want anyone else to look at you like that, but after your turn…” He trailed off, eyes trailing your naked body underneath him. The sight of you seemed to re awaken his dominant side as he caught sight of where you were both still connected. He lets a huff of a laugh out as he drags his hips out slowly, before slamming himself back into you, happy at the moan he managed to take from you. That cocky grin found his lips once more as he continued his motions, slowly dragging his hips out and slamming himself back in, all the way to the base.
He didn’t need to say anything else, as soon you were both too preoccupied in the feeling of one another once more.
When the two of you return to the office together on Monday, Hand in hand, Spencer still in the same suit the team had seen him in Friday, the team all but threw a parade. Derek dejectedly passed Emily a twenty as they watched the man, not so secretly, kiss you in the kitchenette.
I’m literally BEGGING writers to use the read more function here on tumblr. I am so tired of scrolling through 500+ (usually 1k+) word fics that I have no interest in reading at that moment if at all.
PLEASE. It’s not hard to use a read more break.I’ll even explain to you how to use one if you want/need. Just pls pls pls start using them.
& if you already do use them, know that I love you. Like seriously, I may have never come across your blog or read any of your fics but I love you. So much.
• UPDATE •
There’s a setting in tumblr that will automatically shorten long posts for you (as a reader, scrolling the feed)!
BIG BIG thank you to one of you (didn’t want to tag in case you don’t want to be) in the reblogs for mentioning this bc I truly had no idea it existed. Maybe it’ll help some others enjoy their scrolling experience too;
“Go into your account settings → dashboard settings → shorten long posts → turn on. The only time that setting doesn't work is when you're on a blog scrolling through. It works on the dash and it also usually works in tags unless Tumblr has a weird day”
Summary: You hooked up with someone expecting to keep him as a one-and-done. You didn't expect him to show up at your college.
Square Filled: "You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk.” for @spencerreidbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Shit. Shit. Shit. You’re so late. You can’t be late for your first day of college. You had a bit too much to drink last night which caused you to sleep in longer than you wanted to. You’re so late that you didn’t have time to do your makeup. Eh, you can do it when you get to school. The drive is only thirty minutes but with morning traffic, it takes forty-five.
Meet me in the bathroom by the cafeteria! Emergency! You send to your best friend.
You rush from your car all the way to the bathroom before anyone else has a chance to see how messed up you look. You have everything you need in your backpack to fix your look, and you almost cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror.
“Man, I need to stop drinking,” you shake your head.
You take out your brush and comb your hair when Madison walks in.
“Y/N?”
“Over here.”
“Are you okay? What happened?”
“I woke up late. I didn’t have time to do my makeup. I need to use yours.”
“You texted me this is an emergency. I blew off Jason just to come here.”
“Mads, this is an emergency. Look at me. I can’t go to class looking like this. I still have pimples on my face. Can I use your makeup or not?”
“Of course.” She sets her backpack on the counter and takes out the massive bag containing everything she needs for a full face of makeup. It’s a damn good thing you’re the exact shade as her. “Why’d you wake up late?”
“I was out late last night.”
“And?”
“Why does there have to be an and?”
“Bitch, I know you.”
“I had too much to drink,” you sigh.
“There it is,” she laughs. “Who’d you do?”
“Why does there have to be a guy?” you chuckle and look at her. She raises an eyebrow as if you could actually fool her. “Okay, I don’t know his name. I was too busy making out with him to ask.”
“Do tell,” she smirks. You grab an elastic and put your hair up to have it out of the way while you do your makeup. She gasps when she sees the dark purple marks on your neck. “What the fuck are those?”
“So, they’re noticeable?”
“Noticeable? It looks like he was trying to suck your blood. God damn.”
“Mads, when I tell you this man was so fine, I mean it. I thought he was shy and awkward because he had that look about him, but he was the complete opposite. He took me to the back where the bathrooms were and had his way with me. God, he was so big,” you gasp.
“Tell me you got his number.”
“His friends came and got him before we could say anything. I don’t even know his name. I had to go home and put my vibrator to good use even after the orgasms he gave me.”
“Okay, new mission in life, find that man. It’s been a while since you let someone ruffle your feathers.”
“Yeah,” you chuckle.
You grab what you need and cover your marks as much as you can. They’re so dark that the foundation can’t cover it completely, but with your hair down, it’s manageable. Once you feel like you can walk out in public, you hand everything back to her.
“Okay, we’re good to go. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” she winks.
You take one look at yourself and remember what it was like to have his hands on your body.
You’ve never done this with a stranger before. Sure, you’ve had public sex before but nothing like this. None of your flings had this much passion. You’ve only met this man not even an hour ago and his tongue is down your throat.
There is a family bathroom next to the men’s and women’s restrooms, so he shoves you into that one and locks the door behind him. He grabs your hips and lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his slender waist. He shoves his hand between your legs as his lips trail down your neck.
“You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk,” you moan.
All you can focus on is the way his fingers are rubbing on your clothed clit and how his lips are sucking on your neck.
“Y/N!” You snap out of your trance and look at her. “We’re going to be late. Come on.”
“Right.”
You two leave the bathroom and head in the direction of your first class, Criminal Justice 101.
“Tell me what he looks like. It’ll help me try to find him.”
“Curly brown hair, brown eyes, very tall, slim build, and he was wearing a sweater vest. Not what you’d think he’d be like. He knew what he was doing, that’s for sure,” you chuckle. “I don’t know anything about him.”
“You just know what his tongue and cock feels like.”
“Madison!” You look away once and run into someone who is reading a book. “Watch where you’re going.”
“That is no way to speak to a professor, young lady.”
You look back and see the Dean of the school escorting one of the new professors. You lock eyes with the new professor with wide eyes. He’s the man you fucked last night. He recognizes you but doesn’t say anything about it. Madison can guess what happened based on how you’re looking at him.
“Sorry,” you mumble.
“No, it was my fault,” he chuckles.
“Come, Dr. Reid. I’ll show you to Criminal Justice 101.”
“Wait, you’re teaching that class?” you ask, stopping the two men from leaving.
“Yeah.”
Madison grabs your shoulders and grins at Dr. Reid.
“Lucky for us, we’re your students.”
“Can’t wait,” he chuckles.
The Dean leaves expecting Dr. Reid to follow but the young doctor leans closer to you so you’re the only one who hears him.
“It’s a shame you covered them up. I’ll just have to make more.”
Your mouth drops open as he jogs to catch up with the Dean. You’re totally fucked. It’ll make class more interesting though.
x
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General Prompts 🔍
Characters go undercover as a married couple.
A goes undercover as an escort to gain intel on B.
A feigns distress while undercover and is surprised when B saves them.
A goes undercover as a sex worker. B is shocked by their sexual persona.
Halloween masks offer the perfect opportunity to snoop on your coworkers.
A is excelling at their undercover work... until B shows up, also undercover.
Character goes undercover to a mystic who immediately identifies them as a spy.
A struggles with the more psychopathic aspects of their undercover work. B doesn't.
Character becomes close with their agent handler... they've never felt so cared for before.
Character is an investigative journalist trying to learn about the inner workings of the BAU.
It would be a lot easier to pretend if Character wasn't actually in love with their partner.
A thinks they've successfully tricked B... when B leans forward and speaks directly into their wire.
Character is surprised when their undercover partner is very good at pretending to be in love with them.
A becomes worries when B gets injured on an undercover mission that they were supposed to go on instead.
Character goes undercover as a stripper. This is how everyone learns they already knew how to pole dance.
Characters are both undercover, but think the other is in the organization they're investigating. They learn nothing.
Anything else you can think of!
Dialogue Prompts 🔍
"It's not real." / "It feels real."
"You should dress like that more often."
"You look... different." / "That's kind of the point."
“Did you really think this was going to work on me?”
“Your diamond ring is fake.” / “So is the engagement.”
"Maybe in another universe, I could’ve been different."
"You haven't even scratched the surface of my skillsets.”
“I’m just acting.” / “Oh? So you can make your heart race on command?”
“We should focus on the mission.” / “I’m trying, but you’re making it very difficult.”
“I know you have to go undercover, but do you really have to dress like that?” / “No, but I look good, don’t I?”
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