always been mine - emily prentiss x reader

*chapter thirty-nine // drunk & disorderly

okay i'm so sorry but idk how to write smut with penises okay??? please cut me a break lmao

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- six months later -

Spencer was sitting on your couch. He and Derek had officially broken up a month before. Not over their previous fight, about Stonebrook, but a thousand little things since then. Fundamentally, they were different, and it made them good friends but not great boyfriends. 

He'd been okay for a while, but Morgan had just gotten a new girlfriend. "He..." Spencer choked on his tears. "I was questioning if I was really gay or if I was bi, and he...he told me that whatever I am, he'd always support me. He was so important to me and I let him get away because we're both so stupid,"

"Spence, you're not stupid, and neither is he," Emily assured him.

"People fight. Trust us," you chuckled. "You guys just weren't right for each other in that way. You're not gonna feel like this forever, Spencer." Spencer put his head against yours. "You guys wanna go get drunk as fuck?" you asked. Your wife and your best friend both grin and you all get a cab to the bar down the street, knowing none of you will be fit to drive home.

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You're not sure how much any of you drank or why Spencer ended up coming home with you two. What you do know is that none of you were sober and none of you could make good decisions. "Spency, I dunno why stupid Derek would ever give you up...I'm a stone-cold homosexual and I think you're pretty hot," Emily slurred.

"Aw, thanks, Prentiss..." he laughed.

"I dunno, Emsy, lemme see...Spencer, you wanna kiss me and we can find out?"

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, I wanna see what all the fuss is about! Unless you don't want to,"

"No, you're preally pretty, Y/N." Spencer pulled you towards him gently and leaned down to meet your lips. His tongue danced in your mouth and you giggled out of it. "Am I bad?" he asked.

"No, it's good, you taste like tequila," you laugh. Emily laughs too, and takes her turn.

"Mm, you're right, baby, he's a good kisser,"

"Yeah?" Spencer kisses you again, enjoying you more. Emily's not offended; she drank the most and wasn't thinking at all clearly. "You're really good, Y/N, Emily must really like you,"

"I love her!" Emily wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and hugged you. You laughed and kept kissing Spencer. 

"Is this cheating?" he asked you. You turn around and look at Emily, who lets go of your waist.

"Nah, you're good to her," she laughs. "Long as she likes it," 

"And you do, too, Spence," you assure him. "You having fun?"

"Yeah, you're so good." He pulls you by your shirt into yet another makeout session. Emily leads you two into the bedroom. You drunkenly crash against Spencer and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him. Emily runs her hand over Spencer's body. "Emily..." he mutters. She stops. "No, keep going." You kiss along his jawline and bite his ear slightly. Your hand is on his cheat for stability, but you feel him harden against your stomach. You giggle, and he smiles. Your hand drags down his body. 

"Do you want to do this, Spencer?"

"I'm ready if you are, Y/N. Emily?"

"This is so fucking hot," she notes. 

"Fuck me, Spence." He stiffens further and you all get on the bed. Emily switches from touching Spencer to touching you, hitting all the right spots. Spencer starts to take off his clothes and you both follow. You kiss Emily and she moves down to suck on your nipple. Spencer's breathing gets shallower and you smile at him. 

"You're—you're really pretty,"

"Who you talking to?" Emily jokes.

"Both of you,"

"You're not so bad yourself, big brain," you laugh. Your fingers brush down Spencer's chest and stomach before grabbing his dick and rubbing your thumb over the head. He let out a small moan and his hips bucked up into your hand slightly. You kiss his chest before saying, "Spencer, I want you. Do you want me?"

"God, yes!"

"Then fuck me senseless." Spencer gets atop you and Emily smirks. She starts touching herself to the sight of you. You're dripping wet. Spencer raises his eyebrows and you nod, both of you gasping and moaning as he slipped into you. "You're so good, Spence,"

"Fuck." It was almost funny to hear him swear. "You ready?" You nod, and he starts moving. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper.

"You feel so good, Spencer," you moan, your voice full of desperation. "God!" Suddenly his hand is on your clit, and you're so, so close. "Spencer, I'm gonna cum,"

"Good. Fuck!" His breath hitches and his hips move faster. You hear Emily's stifled moans beside you, and Spencer's hand speeds up as well. Your moans are loud and high, and you're so tight around him as you cum. Spencer's moving so fast, you're not used to it. You get close again, and it's hard to even say anything. 

"Fuck, so good," you squeal. 

"What should I do?" he asks you. Your drunk brain doesn't process the question fast enough, and Spencer tries and fails to pull out as he ejaculates inside you. It feels so good, and you feel your second orgasm rock you. Brain fog doesn't allow you to process the repercussions, all you know is that you feel so good. Spencer fully pulls out of you and falls beside you, all three of you panting.

"That was incredible," you tell him. "How are you?"

"Good," he responds through breaths. "Lasted longer than I thought I would." You and Emily both crack up, and Spencer joins you. "We should get you cleaned up, Y/N."

-

You all wake up in your bed in the morning. You're in the middle, and you feel so safe in between them. You also feel ridiculously hungover. You use the bathroom and hardly ever remember why Spencer was in your bed. The last thing you remember was leaving to go to the bar, so you assume you all came back because he was still upset about Derek and wanted to stay with you guys.