Spencer Reid Oneshots

sitting in a tree... (fluff)

Summary: Reader and Spencer have been dating for 6 months and no one suspected a thing... until now. 

A/N: You don't have to listen to the song, but it kind of reminds me of Spencer so I thought it'd be cute to put in. Also, call me crazy but I have like a 24h+ long playlist of songs that remind me of him. I'd hope everyone does though LMAO

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It was just another paperwork day at the BAU, nothing particularly interesting had happened that morning. You glanced up from the file you were working on to catch Spencer's gaze. You smiled brightly at him and you could feel his heart gush as he returned it. You looked back down to finish what you were writing. You started humming Miguel's song "coffee" and moving your head along to it. Morgan and Prentiss always made fun of you for it, but you could care less. You knew Spencer thought it was cute and his opinion was the only other one that mattered to you (aside from your own, of course). 

The mountainous stack of paperwork you started with had significantly dwindled down to a puny 6 files by the time lunch came rolling around. It was an office record for you. You smiled and looked up to find yourself alone in the bullpen. Morgan usually went to Garcia's office for lunch and Emily went to JJ's so you didn't think anything of it. What confused you was Spencer's absence. 

He's probably in the bathroom. Sheesh Y/n, don't go all possessive on him... He is mine though.

You went into the little kitchenette that was tucked into the right corner of the office. You opened the fridge and bent over to look for the Tupperware you could've sworn you'd put in there that morning. While you were looking, you felt strong and familiar arms wrap around your waist. You stood up and turned around to face Spencer, a teasing smile on your face. 

"Can I help you, Dr. Reid?" you asked flirtatiously. 

Spencer smirked, "Why yes, you can, actually." He let his hands wander around until they settled on your ass, "Could you bend over again?" 

You playfully slapped his bicep, "We are in our place of work, Doctor. Aren't you the one who made the rule to keep our relationship private?" You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers sifting through and tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck. 

You heard his sharp intake of air when you tugged especially hard on his hair, "Who cares? Rules were meant to be broken." Spencer brought your hips closer together and gently began kissing your neck. 

"I'd agree much more eagerly if the lower half of my body wasn't inside of a refrigerator." 

Spencer released his hold on you. He walked over to the door, sticking his head out and looking around before closing and locking it. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you cold?" His voice was teasing, condescending. You nodded slowly, unable to predict what his next move was. He began stalking toward you- closing the fridge door on the way- and you stepped back until you bumped into the counter. "Allow me," he said before thoroughly groping your backside. You could feel his long nimble fingers trailing a little lower until he lifted you up and placed you on the counter. The whole time, he maintained eye contact with you, your noses brushing against one another. "Can I kiss you, Y/n?" 

Your heart jumped out of your chest at his question, he really does care. You pulled Spencer in by his belt loops before kissing him passionately. You tried to pour all 6 months of love into the kiss. You let your hands wander up and down his chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt. You tugged on his tie and loosened it so you could have more room to drag your nails down his warm chest. Spencer's hands however, were multitasking- with one tangled in your hair and the other slowly sliding up your thigh- effectively hiking up your grey pencil skirt.