When Y/N joins the BAU, she gets along with everyone... Everyone except resident genius Spencer Reid, that is. The tension is obvious, the rest of the team exchange glances behind their arguing backs. Clearly, there's more to this than Reid or Y/L/N...
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a/n : this chapter includes sexually explicit content. you have been warned.
The drive back to the hotel was awkward, to say the least. Reid was absolutely seething and Y/N didn't know what to do to fix it. She had apologised multiple times, but his reaction seemed to be more than anger.
It was absolute fury.
So Y/N quietly made her way up to her hotel room, the same one from the night before that was across the hall from Spencer's, and decided it'd be best to try and get some sleep after a nice, warm shower.
After her shower, she got dressed and went to lay in bed, alone with her thoughts without any distractions.
As soon as she started overthinking the situation with Reid - his reaction, how he treated her while they were "together" and how his lips felt against her own and how much she liked the feeling - she heard a loud knock on her door.
"Who the hell," she muttered, throwing the blankets off of her and heading to the door.
Upon opening it, Y/N was greeted with none other than Spencer Reid himself. He quickly stepped inside her room, not even bothering to speak until she had shut the door behind him.
"Why did you kiss me?" He said quickly, Y/N barely able to catch his words.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, why did you kiss me? Today, with Sarah. Why'd you do it?"
"So she didn't fucking slit our throats? Why else would I have kissed you, Genius?" Anger flashed through his eyes, and he took a step towards Y/N, effectively backing her into the wall. He took another step towards her until his body was nearly touching hers, and she looked up at him through her lashes. Something new flashed in his eyes; something that Y/N recognised easily.
It was desire.
"You shouldn't have kissed me. I cannot believe you kissed me. What the fuck, Y/N, I can't believe I let you. We were on the job." She snaked her arms up and tangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging gently to get Spencer closer to her.
"My, my, Doctor, is that your gun in your pocket or do you enjoy my presence more than you let on?" His eyes darkened at her words.
"You know damn well I don't have my gun on me right now." She surged forward, connecting their lips in a bruising kiss. Y/N groaned, pushing her hips towards his. Y/N was absolutely living for everything going on right now, and didn't want it to end. His hand roamed her body before making their way to her throat, giving it a light squeeze. Her eyelashes fluttered from the feeling.
"Strip, and get on your knees."
"Yes, Doctor." She quickly followed his orders, taking off her clothes and tossing them somewhere in the room. She dropped to her knees, looking up at Spencer through her lashes. Timidly, she reached up and palmed his bulge through his pants. Upon getting a positive groan, she undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down.
"Open." He said, voice husky as he placed a tight grip on her jaw. Y/N wet her lips with her tongue and did so and Spencer pushed the tip of his dick past her soft lips. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, the tip hitting the back of her throat and making tears form in the corners of her eyes. "Do you like, fuck, like my cock in the back of your throat? Hmm?" She moaned, the vibration her voice caused him to groan, her way of saying yes because she couldn't speak as his dick practically gagged her. She flattened her tongue and swiped it around his sensitive tip.
Spencer brought his hand to her loose damp hair and began to push Y/N further. Usually head pushers bothered her but this time she didn't resist. She hallowed her cheeks, creating a sucking motion and brought her hand to the base of his cock, following the motion of her mouth. Y/N felt his dick twitch in the back of her throat and soon after, he was groaning and finishing down her, quickly swallowing the salty liquid as he pulled her up towards him. She wiped the spit of her chin with the back of her hand as she stared up at him.
There was an awkward pause of her and Spencer making eye contact until he spoke up, "I'll see you at work." He abruptly made his way to the door and left back to his hotel room, leaving Y/N standing there with her throat sore and without so much as a goodbye.
She took another shower, sitting in there confused and somewhat hurt by Spencer's actions. She felt used - rightfully so. He came to her room, had her suck his dick, then he left. Without even a goodbye. While he had an impressive dick, he was being one.
Getting out of the shower, she climbed straight into bed, not even bothering to get dressed. They were heading home in a few hours and she needed the rest so she didn't fall asleep on the plane.
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The plane ride home was more awful than normal in certain ways, but better in others. No rude quips from Spencer, which was good, but he wouldn't even look at her, not even to glare, which Y/N hated.
The other team noticed it, too. Spencer was silent. The whole team was waiting for one of them to break - Spencer or Y/N - and talk on the plane ride, or even look at the other, but nothing happened. It was a normal ride for once, although not normal for them. Y/N had her headphones in, blasting Hot N Cold by Katy Perry. It spoke volumes on the way Spencer was acting. One minute he's fucking the back of her throat, the next completely ignoring her. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got with it.
She decided to skip the song before it ended, not trying to piss herself off more. Luke kept looking between her and Reid, and she finally gave him an "I'll explain later" look, and he raised his eyebrows.
Once home, Luke walked up and grabbed Y/N's go bag for her.
"Let's get you home, with me and Garcia and some alcohol, where you can tell me what's going on in that head of yours, pretty girl."
Back at Y/N's apartment with Luke and Penelope, the older man looked at her pointedly.
"So, what the hell happened at the end of the case to make the pretty boy act so weird?"
"I, uh, well I kissed him because Sarah Beetleton was being an absolute bitch and saying she was going to kill us if we didn't prove we were in love and actually engaged and I couldn't think of another way to prove it. And then the asshat showed up at my hotel room once we got back."
"And?" Luke raised his eyebrows at Y/N.
"He, uh, I, um, you know what, what happened next doesn't matter."
"Oh but now I'm curious, Y/N, tell us!" Penelope said.
"Yeah, Y/N, tell us." Luke laughed.
"I might have given him head and then he abruptly left after without even saying goodbye. He just went 'I'll see you at work' and walked out."
"Oh, so pretty boy got game."
"No, he doesn't," Y/N rolled her eyes. "I just happened to not know how to properly react when a coworker orders me around." Luke laughed, loudly, at that and Penelope clapped and giggled. "Anyways, we have work tomorrow so you guys should probably leave. And if anyone on the team finds out about this you guys are dead."
"Okay, princesa, no one else finds out. But we can't go home yet because we've been drinking, so you better set up your pull out for me and Penny so we can get our shit in the morning before work."
"Of course, Luke. Let me set you guys up and then I'm getting my ass in bed."
