Snap Out of It

14

Tw: smut, degradation and praise

You answer the knock on your door, inviting Spencer inside. He looks hot right now. Like really hot. His hair is disheveled and his sleeves are rolled up to expose his veiny forearms. You are immediately greeted with his lips against yours. Kicking the door shut, you make your way into the bedroom with Spencer.

"This is okay right?" He asks, raising his eyebrows as he unbuttons his shirt.

"Yes." You answer, tugging his shirt off to reveal his toned stomach. You lift your arms slightly as he does the same for you, leaving you in the bra from before and your sweatpants. He kisses you again and you lean back onto the bed, his hips pressing into yours. You whimper as his lips travel down your neck, causing him to quietly laugh.

"So needy," he whispers against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Spencer's arms move around your back and he unhooks your bra, slinging it to the side. You gasp as he sucks on one of your nipple, tugging at the other with his fingers. He continues down your torso and you lift your hips as he pulls your pants off, leaving you exposed to him.

"Shit, Spencer!" You moan as he licks a bold stripe up your pussy. Spencer's hand holds your hips down as he continues sucking on your clit. Your head leans back into the pillows as a string of curses leave your mouth. The knot in your stomach continues to grow and you run your fingers through his hair.  He hums against your clit, sending you over the edge.

"Fuck!" You cry out as your orgasm takes over your body. When you come down from your high, Spencer comes back up on top of you, pressing his lips against yours. You reach down and unzip his pants as he keeps kissing you. He sits up and takes off his pants, leaning back on top of you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, reaching onto your nightstand to grab a condom. Spencer takes it from your hand and you help pull down his boxers. He rolls the condom onto his erection and begins kissing you again.

"You sure?" He asks again. You had told him you loved him and he still asked for consent with everything, you love him more than words can describe.

"Absolutely," you whisper. He lines up with your entrance and eases himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to his size. He starts slow, thrusting gently before picking up the pace. He grips your leg with one hand, bringing it over his shoulder as he continues to fuck you. A low groan leaves Spencer's mouth when your nails dig into his back.

"You're my little whore, got it?" He says, propping himself up on one arm and using his free hand to grip your jaw. You nod in agreement, your eyes screwed shut from pleasure.  "Look at me and use your words." His raspy voice gives you butterflies and you open your eyes to look at him.

"Yes."

Yes what?" He teases, thrusting in and out of you faster.

"Yes, I'm your whore," you pant.

"Good girl."

"Fuck-I'm almost there, Spence," you moan.

"Go ahead," he says, giving you permission to finish. Your moans fill the room as he fucks you through your orgasm. He curses under his breath as he finishes after you, collapsing on top of you in a panting mess. You lay there for a moment before rolling over and off the bed, placing your hand on the wall to support your wobbling legs.

"Shower?" You ask. Spencer nods and helps you into the bathroom. You step into the after with him and start cleaning up.

"Lemme wash your hair," You tell him, grabbing the shampoo off the shelf.

"If you want to," he laughs, leaning forward so you can wash your hair. You pour some of the soap into your hands and massage it into his hair.

"You're gonna smell so good at work tomorrow!" You laugh. You can see the panic in his eyes as he rinses the bubbles from his hair. You have a wide grin on your face as you pour the matching conditioner into his hair. He laughs and leans down again, kissing you on the lips.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too." You respond with a smile. You turn off the water and step out of the shower. You get into a pair of leggings and a t shirt and climb into bed with Spencer. He pulls you in close and leaves a delicate kiss on your forehead before the two of you fall asleep.

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"Morning lovebirds!" Prentiss shouts from JJ's desk as you walk into work with Spencer. I guess they've forgiven each other. You roll your eyes playfully and set your purse down at your desk. Garcia comes running over to where you and Spencer are sitting, a mischievous smile on your face.

"Hey gu-" she starts, pausing mid-sentence. She walks closer to Reid and leans in, smelling him. "You smell like Y/n, Reid." She laughs, wiggling her eyebrows at you. Spencer blushes and looks away from Garcia, whose excitement was through the roof. "You guys finally slept together!" She shouts. The whole team turns to look at you and Hotch comes out of his office.

"Keep it professional, guys," he warns, walking back into his office. Garcia nods and leans in closer to you.

"You are telling me everything later," she whispers.

"Will do," you reply, giggling. You turn to your computer and get started on replying to your emails, ignoring all of your friends still staring at you and giggling under their breath. Hotch comes out of his office again to announces case and you head into the conference room. You are quickly briefed on the case, a string of robbery-homicides in Texas that have left eight people dead. The jet takes off a half hour later and you take your seat on the couch next to Prentiss.

"Sooo..." she starts. "How was it?"

"Prentiss, really!" You whisper-shout. She throws her hands up in fake surrender and laughs.

"I just wanted to know!" She giggles. You laugh and open up your file to work on a profile with the rest of the team.

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The case was a quick one, the unsub ended up being a homeless man who was pretty easy to track down. You disembark from the jet and head into the office when you get back home. You drop off some paperwork and get in your car to go home. As you walk through the door to your apartment, your phone buzzes. You pull it out of your purse and check the notification.

From: Bitchboy: We've said "I love you" but we haven't gone out yet. Wanna go out this weekend?

You smile as you type out your response, laughing at the fact that you still get butterflies from his texts.

To: Bitchboy: That sounds nice. :)

A/n: ew i hate this chapter its kinda just a filler chapter but i have stuff planned 😏