Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Devil's Advocate ❤️‍🩹 (M)

Summary: Spencer's been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Rating: Mature (16+)

Content Warning: References to sex, sexual relationship, harassment, violence against Reader (not graphic), bruising, mutual pining, very brief mentions of losing children/family and murder/death

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Rules are fickle, funny things. I've always been interested in them. From the laws that I built my career on, to the social traditions that ensure I'm never appropriately compensated for said work, I've studied and defied pretty much every rule I've ever encountered.

All but one. In the grand scheme of things, it probably wouldn't seem like a very important rule. In fact, it's exactly the type of rule that they write about breaking in romantic comedies and cheesy teenage magazines.

It was a semi-self-imposed rule of sorts. A mutual agreement reached between two people that came to a respectful understanding following one too many failed attempts at happiness. It should have been a simple rule to follow.

Don't fall in love with Spencer Reid.

In retrospect, I should've known that things would be different when we weren't stuck on opposite sides of the courtroom bench. I didn't really realize the magnitude of my mistake until it was two hours past midnight, and I was watching Spencer struggle to stay upright with one foot in his pants leg.

"What are you doing?" I groaned through my inevitable laughter.

"As much as you don't mind me without pants," he explained matter-of-factly, right before nearly escaping busting his ass on my bedroom floor, "I think the general public prefers me with them on."

"Only because they don't know better," I countered. I'd deemed myself the winner of the exchange all the way up until he flashed me that damned smile that always broke me down. 

"You're cute," was all he'd had to say, and I had lost. The butterflies erupting in my stomach cheered his name, and I tried to drown out the sound by clearing my throat that felt full with my heartbeat. 

"Seriously though, Spencer, just stay here tonight. It's 2AM."

"You know the rules."

My least favorite sentence.

"Fuck the rules!" I whined, earning a smile from the man who still continued to prepare his exit. "I can't sleep with you if you die after you fall asleep at the wheel!"

He cleverly dodged the topic with a playfulness that never failed to make me smile. Abandoning his efforts to leave, Spencer took a long pause to approach me again. He leaned over my naked figure only barely covered by the sheet and said in that low, silky tone, "I never thought I'd hear a lawyer telling me to 'fuck the rules.'"

"Well, you've already fucked me, so..." I tried to joke without giving away just how much his proximity affected me. It didn't work.

"Is that what this is about?" he asked while continuing to tower over me. The closer he leaned in, the more his unruly curls tickled my face. The squirming it induced seemed to only encourage his teasing, because he sounded positively delighted as he purred, "Did I not wear you out enough? Are you unsatisfied, sweetheart?"

"Stop it. I'm worried about you!" I answered with a firm smack on his shoulder. It did nothing to dissuade him. Despite being the one to remind me of the rules just seconds before, he didn't seem to mind breaking them by littering my jaw and neck with kisses that were filled with far too much adoration.