Bet Gone Rouge- S.R.

chapter one.

Never in a million years did you expect to be laying next to Spencer Reid, the young super genius, naked, exposed but most importantly extremely satisfied. Who would've thought that Dr. Pretty Boy had that in him because it certainly was not you? If someone would've told you that you'd be begging for more by the end of it all, you would've told them they were crazy.

Spencer's long arm was wrapped around you and his warm breathy snores tickled your neck. His nude body was pressed up against your back. You tried not to move the best you could in the situation.

There were hickeys and bite marks trailing from your chest to your thighs. You were sore, to say the least, yet the thought of his plump lips on your body lingered in your head.

How the hell did a silly bet get you into this mess?

Four and a half months ago

"Y/n," Derek Morgan smirked walking over to the coffee machine with me. "Just the mamas I was looking for." He said rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"Yes, Morgan?" You replied abruptly. Normally you'd reply at least a bit flirtatiously in retaliation to his banter, however, this week hadn't been the best. Actually, one of the worst weeks you've had. Your long term boyfriend, Xavier, just admitted to cheating on you for the past 6-months. Naturally, as a profiler, you saw the signs however you chose to push it aside. He hasn't been the boyfriend you knew for a long time. He broke up with you after finding out the girl he was cheating on you with was pregnant.

As heartbroken as you were about learning the news, part of you was glad. To be honest you weren't happy in the relationship anymore. He hadn't been the sweet, loving boyfriend you once knew.

"I'm sensing a little bit of a tude', babe. I'll let it slide because you look exhausted." He said giving you eyes, you hadn't told anyone in the team about the breakup. Not even the girls, whom you tell almost everything too. "You, me, Penny, Emily, JJ, Rossi, Hotch and Pretty Boy, drinks tonight at 8."

"I don't really feel like it tonight. Maybe another time."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're coming and we're going to get our groove on-on the dance floor, y/n."

"As you said, I'm tired and we all have lots of paperwork from this case." You looked up at your co-worker, his height towered yours. You really weren't in the right headspace to be out with a bunch of people, unless you were really drunk. Like stumbling, but your boss being there meant otherwise.

"Hotch said it can wait till Monday, we're celebrating tonight."

"Alright fine, I'll go." You said rolling your eyes slightly. You knew this would be the only way to get him off your back.

"Come on Suga', you act like you don't have fun when your out with us." He said, "Besides," he leaned in to whisper, "Hotch and Rossi are going to be leaving early, like usual." Maybe he's right. You may just need a nice outing with your friends to get Xavier off your mind.

"You're right, Derek. But if we don't have to do the paperwork today I'm out to take a nap first." Your apartment was bare without all of his stuff accumulating the space. It felt a little less like a home. You hadn't been by yourself since, well never. You and he had been together since high school and when you left home you lived with your temporary roommate in your dorm room. Then after two and a half years of three jobs, while going for a bachelor's in cognitive psychology, forensic psychology, and criminal justice, you moved into your current apartment with him. Now everything was silent, not that you had many conversations with him throughout the last few months, but he used to do projects throughout the house to keep himself busy. Now, it was so quiet, too quiet to be comfortable.