EVERYTHING - criminal minds/mgg oneshot/imagines

S.R. -- leave~stay -- smut/angst/fluff

Summary: a friends with benefits scenario sounds so sweet until the bitters of reality poke at it.

TW: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), riding, use of nicknames (baby boy, sweet boy, little one, etc.), angsty times. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,217

A/N: it's very angsty but with an ending that kinda makes up for it. i hope you all enjoy :)

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spencer reid is a rather anxious fellow, whether he would admit it or not. he just is. and most of that anxiety stems from the occasions that people in his life leave.

many people are anxious, it's something that just happens. it can be an inconvenience and annoying and irritating and just plain terrible. 

but this time what he's anxious about isn't public speaking or walking out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck in his shoe - it's you. 

it began around 7 months ago. the two of you were a bit tipsy at one of your hangouts after a case-gone-wrong and the next thing you know you're on top of him, making him feel the best he's ever felt in what he swears to be his whole life. you had sucked hickeys onto his neck, marks he never wanted to fade which also served as an assurance that he hadn't had another wet dream about you. 

he hasn't only had wet dreams about you, no. he's had dreams of a future with you - one with children and a nice, big house and maybe even quitting the bau to be with you and live that life as morgan had. to be fair, after knowing you for 5 years and being as close as you are with him, feelings were bound to form between one of you. 

when you had talked about what happened, you just mentioned how you would want to do it again. so - he thinks- you didn't regret it, at least?

seven months later and it's the same old situation. 

you threw your purse onto the couch as your lips slammed together along with the door that you had kicked shut. after stripping your body of your jacket, you worked quickly at the buttons on spencer's shirt as his hands fiddled underneath your shirt, knowing you would take the shirt off on your own time. 

"god, i need you so bad, spence," you whispered against his lips as you both walked into your bedroom, not breaking the kiss from your eagerness all the while removing his pants. "lay on the bed for me, baby."

he scurried to sit against the headboard of your bed before you threw your shirt off and to the corner of the room, followed by your pants. you didn't wear lingerie, you didn't plan to have sex with him - this time. nonetheless, spencer thought you were sexier than ever in your plain black bra and underwear, as he always did. you crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips and grinding your hips against his own as you connected your lips to his once more. spencer's hands flew to your waist, trailing up and playing with your hair

you trailed kisses down his torso, making eye contact as you did so which made spencer's dick twitch in his boxers. when you finally released his length from the fabric, you tossed them aside and licked a fat stripe up his cock, a sigh leaving spencer's mouth as you took his tip in your mouth. 

"y/n," he moaned out, his hips bucking up. 

you placed your ars over his hips to keep him from rutting up, "no bucking, sweet boy."

"yes, ma'am," he nodded his head; you smiled before returning to your position.

he wondered how anyone could be as perfect as yourself. your intelligence, beauty, wittiness, bravery... there was no downside to you. although he knew one thing.