Kota-bee

Small touches and sly comments continued all throughout warmups. Bucky and Sam still hadn’t caught on and were playing along, when you got to one on one sparring though? That’s when the fun started;

“Alright doll, let’s get started” bucky exclaimed, clapping his hands together with a grin. It was a quick match, to be fair you weren’t trying too hard anyway and you needed to lose for this part. You ended up on your back with Bucky pinning you down. You rocked your hips slightly, pressing against buckys cock. You played it off like you were trying to roll him off of you. That’s when it all clicked for him, and unfortunately for him, your little plan was working.

Sam was next- you tried much harder this time, hoping to actually win. Bucky was awkwardly watching trying to hide his hard on with a grimace. You finally swiped your leg out and knocked Sam over. You quickly climbed on top of him with a sly smile. You decided to see how far you could push your luck today. You wrapped your hand around sams throat and watched his jaw clench. You threw a glance at Bucky and watched the same expression roll over his face.

It was a very quick shift. Sam flipped you over, pinning your hand above your head roughly. “You’re needy today aren’t you huh? If you wanna be a whore you could just say so” he growled, degrading you with a smirk on his face. Bucky walked over behind your head and crouched down, titling his head at you. He had a dean pan expression that was impossible to read. You knew enough about the two that you were in a world of trouble though.

“We could take her here, ruin her and make her walk home like that. Or we could go home and take our time.” Bucky mused with sam, completely ignoring your existence. You knew what happened when they took their time with you, walking was a touch difficult after those nights.

“Well if she wants attention so bad then let’s give it to her” Sam pepped, pulling you to stand roughly, giving you a stern look. You hurried to pack your things and walk out the door. The short walk home was tense to say the least. Bucky had a arm wrapped tightly around you waist, Sam kept throwing you knowing glances the whole way.

The door to your apartment was barely closed before Bucky had you pressed against it. Sam wandered off to your bedroom to probably grab one of your many toys. Buckys lips were all over you, his scruff scratching against your soft skin. “Is this what you wanted baby? Attention?” He purred against your skin as he started pulling your shirt off. You whimpered in response, knowing words weren’t going to help your situation.

Bucky unhooked your bra and immediately latched his lips to one of your nipples, nipping at the sensitive bud. You arched your back into his touch, moaning. “Oh honey you’re hot and bothered over this? Just wait, we have so much more planned” Bucky cooed at you. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly at his words.

You were debating on whether or not you wanted to push a little further when he pressed his knee in between your thighs. Your head lulled back against the wall at the sweet friction. Bucky roughly grabbed your hair and forced you to look at him as you rocked and bucked your hips, chasing your pleasure. Bucky rested your forehead against his before gripping your hips with fervour. He helped you grind your hips faster, relishing in the sweet moans that slipped past your lips.

“Gonna cum doll? Hm? Use your words pretty thing” he purred. You opened your mouth to answer but all that came out was a guttural groan as you came on his thick thigh. Bucky slowly forced your hips to a stop, helping you through your orgasm.

“Mine turn” Sam growled, appearing behind Bucky with a simple smile. Your eyes drift down to the vibrator he had in his hands and your thighs clenched. That wasn’t a rare toy in our bedroom but you just knew Sam wasn’t going to ease you into it’s higher settings today.

Bucky guided you to your couch on shaky legs. Bucky sat down and laid you down in his lap, leaving room for sam at the end. “Since you wanted this so badly I won’t be gentle. What’s your safe word pretty thing?” Sam stated. You took a second to catch your breath before answering “red” quietly. Sam nodded curtly before settling himself more.

You quickly realized why Bucky was behind you, he gripped your hips tightly to keep you place. Sam clicked the toy on to what you could only assume was the highest setting and pressed against your clit. Your hips jumped off the couch at the vibrations. You could feel it in your bones, it was so overwhelming. Your moans were high pitched and broken.

Sam was getting too much enjoyment out of this. He was just watching with a lazy grin as he watched you struggle to run away from the stimulation that rode a fine line between pain and pleasure. Bucky was holding you roughly but kissing your skin gently. It was overwhelming but you were loving every bit of it.

“Does that feel good? Is this what you wanted?” Sam drawled looking you over, your head locked back and your eyes squeezed shut. You were fighting off your orgasm, trying to not fall apart so fast. Bucky twisting your nipples is what pushed you over the edge almost painfully. You were screaming a mixture of their names and curses. You had to shove the vibrator away from Sam when it got to be too much.

“Think you can manage one more princess” Bucky hummed against your cheek. You honestly didn’t know after two almost painful orgasms if you could do it again. But non the less you nodded weakly. Sam chuckled and hauled you up so everyone’s positions could shift.

Sam and Bucky stripped their clothes off, giving you a little show as they did it. You took your time appreciating their toned bodies, miles of muscle and soft skin. Sam laid down on his back pulling you on top of him. You took a deep breath before sinking down on his thick cock. It was a tight fit, but you made it work. You rocked your hips a little before stilling and laying forward and nuzzling into sam’s neck.

“Take a deep breath and relax doll. ‘S gonna hurt a little ok?” Bucky soothed softly as he pressed the head of his dick against your tight hole. You obeyed his instructions and relaxed fully into sams body. The stretch was painful, you felt unbelievably full. You would never get used to taking them both at the same time.

A few seconds of you shaking were enough for you to huff out a gruff “move”. The boys found their pace quickly, a slow push and grind is what they settled on. You were on cloud 9, their moans were driving you crazy. You went slack in their arms, allowing them to use you as they wanted.

“You wanted to be treated like a whore yeah?” Bucky hissed, pulling your head back by your hair. “Then take it!” You groaned out a “yes sir” knowing the name drove him crazy. He growled and shoved your head back down. Sam pulling you in for a rough and dirty kiss, all teeth and tongue. You were vibrating with pleasure, teetering on the edge.

Sam brought his hand down and rubbed sharp, rough, circles against your swollen bud and sent you rocketing into an earth shattering orgasm. You pulled them both along with you, feeling them both spill inside of you. Their groans echoing around your apartment, you felt sorry for your neighbors.

Bucky pulled out first, hissing at the tightness on his sensitive cock. “I’ll get a towel and water. You two do what you do” Bucky chuckled, strangely calm for what he just did to you. Sam settled for a much softer kiss this time, taking his time in reminding you how much he loves you. Both Sam and Bucky were very good and loving you with actions.

Bucky returned with a bottle of water and a wet rag. Sam rolled you over to let Bucky take care of you. You both knew he loved taking care of his lovers, normally he would run a bath (sams favorite) but today he just wanted to take a nap with you both. You grumbled at him when he ran the cloth over your sensitive skin, giving him attitude you probably shouldn’t. Bucky and Sam sent you a dirty look, effectively shutting you up.

“Gonna stand there and watch? Or are you gonna make yourselves useful?” You purred, bringing your hand up to squeeze your breast teasingly. You expected Steve to make the first move, take the lead like usual. Instead, Bucky pushed past him and stalked towards you, peeling his shirt off on his way. You had no time to take the beautiful sight in before Bucky grabbed your vibrator from you roughly.

“You really seem to like this thing doll. Let’s see just how much you can take of it hmm?” Bucky hummed, shooting Steve a dirty look. Steve chuckled and followed buckys path, sitting next to him, trailing kisses along his neck. The sight was intoxicating, you knew they were together but my god, seeing it was something else.

You were too focused on the pair to actually process what Bucky was doing. He turned the toy up two notches before pressing it against your cunt. You about jumped off the bed from the intensity, the vibrations melting your brain. Steve’s hands came down to hold you in place roughly. Watching your face scrunch and contort in pleasure.

“If it’s too much just say so pretty girl. We’re in no rule to be gentle, this has been building for weeks and hearing those little noises you make through a wall hasn’t helped” Steve growled, his thumbs digging into your hips, surely leaving bruises.

You let out a scream as your orgasm over took you, catching you by surprise. Bucky clicked the toy up a level again and watched as your eyes rolled back and your body went completely lax. You felt the pleasure in your bones, your lungs failing you desperately. You let out a week groan when it became painful, shoeing buckys hand away with a grunt.

“Gotta say pretty girl, for how much you use that, you didn’t last too long” Steve hummed, Bucky snorting in agreement. You tried to respond with wit but your brain was already fried beyond belief. You settled on one word “strip” that single word made both men chuckle and stand.

They gave you a chance to catch your breath by taking their sweet time. They put a show on for you, kissing and palming the other. You noticed Bucky seemed to be in charge, his touches were confident and affirmed. Steve’s were more shy and needy, like he was afraid Bucky would disappear.

“How do you want us baby girl” Bucky hummed, stroking his leaking cock. You had an idea, it probably wouldn’t be comfortable at first because it’s been so long, but oh god it would be amazing. “In my top drawer theirs some lube. Grab it. I want you both. Now” you instructed firmly, finally finding you voice.

Steve complied, grabbing both lube and two condoms, handing one to Bucky to put on. “Gonna get you ready then while Bucky watches m’kay?” Steve said gently, running a hand up and down your legs soothingly. The small motions felt so incredibly dirty. you relaxed back into the pillows and spread your legs as wide as they could, giving Steve all the access he needed. Steve groaned at the sight of your glistening folds and swollen clit.

“Steve, baby, I know you like to take your time but please hurry up” bucky panted out, his dominant act cracking slightly. Steve rolled his eyes dramatically but did resume his mission. He opened the bottle up and dropped some over your tight muscle. His finger traced your hole slowly before pushing in gently. Your hips bucked and you let out a small pained moan. Steve pressed forward, obviously practiced in this department.

He slowly increased his speed, loosening you up before adding a second finger, a loud moan following. “Doing so good doll” Bucky praised, looking at you from your desk chair. You were panting and squirming, desperate to get to the real thing. Steve scissored his fingers before pulling them out slowly, watching your face the whole time.

“Switch places with me sweet thing” Steve instructed with a small swat to your hips. You let out a little squeal as you rolled over shakily. Steve pulled your hips to straddle him. You had to be honest, they were both huge, Bucky thicker than Steve. Taking Steve deep on top wasn’t an easy task. You sank down on him painfully slow. The burn rode a fine line between pain and pleasure.

Once you were firmly seated on him, feeling already impossibly full, Bucky stood up. You had to fight to stay still as Bucky climbed up on the bed and gripped your hips. Bucky hummed softly at your obedience as he spread lube across his thick cock. The initial push into your ass was painful. You groaned and collapsed forward onto Steve, grasping at his shoulders helplessly.

“Relax sweet heart. It’ll feel good soon” Bucky cooed, stroking his hands along your skin. You sighed and did you best to obey. Bucky was able to slide home successfully. The pair were completely still as you were shaking between them. You were so close to the edge already, you didn’t know how much you could take of this.

“Move pease. Fuck. Please” you cried out. The two responded immediately, finding a slow pushing and grinding pattern. They thrusted deep into you, hitting all the spots inside of you. The three of you let out a symphony of pornographic moans. It was so slow but felt strikingly fast and intense.

“M’gonna cum. Feels so good” you moaned weakly, shaking from pleasure. “Close behind you doll. Cum with us” Bucky hissed, suddenly thrusting faster and harder into your ass, Steve mimicking in your pussy. Four more rough strong thrusts sent you rocketing over the edge, pulling them over with you. You let out cries of their names mixed with explicit words.

Bucky pulled out first, groaning at how tight your ass suddenly felt. Steve pressed kisses against your jaw as he rolled over with you, his softening dick pulling out of you. You were shaking like a leaf while the boys cleaned themselves up and returned with water and a cloth for you. You grumbled when Bucky ran it over your sensitive cunt. “If this is gonna continue you gotta stop whining about being taken care of” Bucky instructed. Your heart fluttered at the thought that this could happen again.

All you could do what groan and flap your hands a bit, trying to get it to stop feeling so overwhelming. “Baby I know you don’t want too but maybe you should take a break today. You’ve had a rough few days with a lot of change, it might be best to reset a bit. Yeah?” Bucky hummed softly, watching as you struggled to regulate in any way. You looked up at him with a pout, you knew he was right but god bless sometimes overstimulation was better than dysphoria.

“I know I know. I just- we’re going out today and I wanna pass and-“

“Pretty boy look at me. If you wanna stay home and watch movies we can. You can wear one of my big hoodies and I’ll make you a safe food and we can relax. What’s more important? Passing to a stranger or being comfortable and happy?” Bucky cooed, offering his sweetest golden retriever smile ever.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “I’ll take it off if you play Mario kart with me” you mused with a sly smile. “You drive a hard bargain doll” he chuckled. You snorted and took that as his yes and wandered towards the bathroom to change, grabbing a hoodie.

You let out a sigh of relief when you took the binder off, the overwhelming almost painful feeling finally leaving. You turned away from the mirror, not wanting to fight dysphoria today too. You slid on buckys hoodie, which was missing the tag thanks to you and your scissors.

You took a second to reset, jumping and rocking a bit to fully feel normal again. You walked back to Bucky who was reclined on your bed, already holding a controller. You let out a little noise of happiness as you slid next to him. Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, peppering kisses across your head.

“How long do you think this will take” Spencer mumbled, tapping his hands against his thighs. Andi threw her stuff in the overhead storage and shrugged. “Hopefully not too long. It’s a small town so there’s a small suspect pool. We already have the idea that he works at the morgue so that’s a start I suppose. If push comes to shove we can start asking around I guess” andi said, turning to look out the window.

Spencer sighed, knowing she was right. He didn’t know how long he could pretend to be her husband without revealing his true feelings. He was a brilliant profiler but when he looked at his friend he just couldn’t tell. He wished she felt the same but couldn’t see any of the signs.

Him and andi had many things in common but, one thing they both shared was the lack of social abilities. They were profilers, sure, but god forbid they had to make small talk or understand sarcasm. It made things simple, they could be as blunt as possible with each other. Conversations came easy, they could talk about anything without questioning the meaning behind the words.

“Whatcha reading?” Andi mused, head in hands as she looked over at Spencer. Spencer handed the book to her for her to skim silently. Andi grabbed it carefully, turning it over to read the synopsis. Spencer Watched as her eyes ran over the words quickly, her eyebrows furrowing. “Since when did you want to read on dark matter” she huffed out, looking at him with a confused face.

“You were talking about it last week and I wanted to know more. I know it’s a special interest of yours” Spencer shrugged casually like it was a normal thing to learn about dark matter over night. Andi perked up excitedly, rocking slightly with excitement. “What do you think?! It’s fascinating right? It seems impossible yet so obvious!” She rambled, waving her hands around with every word. She looked up at Spencer expectantly, a huge grin on her face.

“Mm I dunno. It sounds plausible but void of ant reason at the same time” he mused, face screwed up in thought. Andi snorted before launching head first into a long explanation of dark matter. Spencer loved nothing more than hearing her talk, seeing her so passionate in her own way. She would sit up straight and wave her hands around with her words. Her eyes lighting up with excitement and passion. She would flap and shake her arms whenever she got a little too into her words. Spencer loved it so fucking much.

“Alright love birds I sent you the address to your new home. It’s got your basics so you shouldn’t need to buy much. You start your jobs at 8 o’clock sharp tomorrow!! I’ll call you once a day at 6 pm to check on you so have your phones on then.” Penny chirped into Andrea’s ear, her voice painfully peppy.

Spencer was seated in Andi’s usual spot behind the wheel, navigating the small country town for your house. It was pretty, calm maybe. It was slightly off putting how collected the community seemed, fitting in may be harder than assumed. The soft clicking of the turn signal soothed Spencer’s nerves as they approached their living area.

The house looked painfully average. Plain beige siding and a plain small garden. They both hated how simple it was, there weren’t enough colours to please either of them. Andi had to resist the urge to groan as she took it in.

“Home sweet home” Spencer grumbled as he swung the door open. Andi huffed out a laugh as she took in the rooms. There were boxes stacked in a corner near the kitchen. It was open floor plan, windows filling the tiny space with light. It wasn’t too bad, they both actually kind of liked it.

“I’ll start unpacking the boxes if you get our suitcases” Spencer proposed, looking down at Andrea with a bored looked. Andrea have a little nod before she walked back to the car to grab their things. After retrieving their things she made her way to the single small room. It suddenly dawned on her; they’re sharing a bed, no sharing a room. It was going to kill her to be that close to him, knowing it was all fake.

Between her anxiety about the case and having to share a bed andi completely missed the fact that the blankets were fuzzy. The worst texture she could think of. She ran her hand over it without thinking and about fell over. It felt like a burning sensation ran across her palm. She all but ran to where Spencer was putting cutlery away to inform him.

“Help me with this then we can run to the store for a new one. Take a deep breath, it’s ok” Spencer soothed calmly, trying to talk her down from her panic. It was a simple thing, a blanket that felt wrong, but it made Andrea so anxious. She nodded with a sigh and walked over and started pulling cups out of a box.

“Those can go on the top shelf, like in my apartment” Spencer instructed lazily, looking the kitchen over. He didn’t notice andi struggling to reach the top shelf, it was slightly too high for her. It was when she let out a loud huff that Spencer whirled around. “I get you’re all tall and shit but, I’m not so let’s compromise on the 2nd shelf?” She sassed, waving her hand up and down at her friend.

Spencer chuckled out a soft sure before turning back to his things. The unpacking went smoothly, the pair silently putting away dishes and other necessities. Spencer eventually got tired, his back aching, and decided to take a break on the couch.

Andi leaned against the counter and watched Spencer read his book. She loved the way he scrunched his face up and pulled his lip between his teeth. She didn’t want to admit that she found it cute but she did. She shook her head, “we’re on a case, daydreaming will get me no where” she thought to herself angrily.

She opted to roam around the house, trying to memorize the layout. Spencer watched as Andrea walked circles around the house with an amused smile. He knew that she did this basically everywhere so he didn’t bother her.

“You ready to go to the store andi?” Spencer shouted, trying to get Andrea’s attention from her place in the bedroom. “Gimme a second!” Andi’s voice came out muffled. Spencer chuckled and pushed himself up to grab his shoes and satchel. Andi came bounding out of the room, pulling her shoes on as she went. Outside of work andi was much more care free, she was almost a normal 27 y/o. It was strange for her to try and mix both work and home life for a case.

They drove around town, scooping it out. The morgue they were working at was in a small secluded area, away from any main drag or houses. The two noted that it would be very easy to get in and out of this place unnoticed. The town was small and rather boring, family owned businesses and maybe one star bucks was all to it.

The store they went to was tiny, they had trouble finding a blanket that would even fit on the queen sized bed. They eventually settled on buying two fluffy blankets that they could share. It was then that it truly clicked that they would have to share a bed. Spencer’s face flushed at the thought, he knew it was going to be awkward, painfully so.

It was already getting dark when they got back to their new house. The nerves were finally setting in, this would be their life for the next god knows how long. Living together and playing house, it sounded easy and fun but in reality it would be the most stressful thing the two have done.

Andi opted to make dinner considering there was no where to order from. Spencer sat and watched her make some grilled cheese sandwiches with his chin on his hand. “You can read or something. You don’t have to sit her you know” she mumbled nervously. She didn’t mind him being there, she just didn’t know what to say. Small talk wasnt her strong suit, especially when she’s already nervous.

Spencer just hummed and shrugged. That wasn’t exactly the answer andi wanted but it was better than silence. She slid a plate to him so he could eat even though hers was still cooking. Spencer mumbled a stinted thanks as he took small bites from his sandwich. Their dinner was quiet and slightly awkward, everything finally setting in.

“If you don’t want to share the bed I’ll take the couch” Spencer spoke suddenly, staring at his hands. “No! No. It’s fine don’t worry. That couch looks uncomfortable anyway. I’m ok with sharing a bed- er- for comfort you know? We’re gonna have to eventually anyway if we start being observed by our unsub right? Why not get comfortable- or um ok with it now?” She rambled, stumbling over her words in an attempt to make it sound less like she was happy about this.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you nervous or anything” Spencer said softly, he didn’t mind it really, in fact he was almost excited to be that close to her. To pretend for a just a little bit that she actually loved him like he did her. He just didn’t want fantasy and reality to mix and fuck things up.

“Yeah Spence it’s fine. Trust me” she replied kindly, placing her small hand over his gently. Spencer looked down and smiled at the small gesture. She did that so often but it never got old.

“Alright. I’m gonna take a shower and get ready for bed then” he sighed pushing up from the small round table. Andi hummed and gathered their dirty dishes and placed them in the sink for later cleaning. She waited on the couch, doodling on some loose leaf paper.

Once she heard the shower shut off and the bathroom door open she made her way to the shared room. Spencer had sweatpants on as he shuffled through his drawer for a shirt. His hair still wet and dripping, his bare back stuck andi in place. She was fascinated with the way his muscles followed his movements.

Spencer turned around to find andi in the doorway, her eyes glued to him. She cleared her throat awkwardly and shuffled by him. Picking up the clothes she had laid out earlier and made her way to the bathroom. She groaned, this was going to be much harder than she thought, even without the unsub on their asses.

She got changed as slowly as possible, delaying the inevitable. When she pushed the door open she saw Spencer laid out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His eyes snapped to her and gave her a comforting smile. He scotched over to make more room for her as she pulled the covers up and slipped under them. Spencer clicked the lamp off and settled down.

They were on opposite sides of the bed, laying stiffly and anxiously. They weren’t even touching but they were still so cautious. It took them forever to fall asleep, afraid of disturbing the other accidentally.

In the past 2 years she’s painted a mural on every wall in her living room. She’s currently working on her office but with how often she’s working it’s hard to get done. Spencer’s favorite was the wall of swirling colours in her living room, it was mesmerizing. He had asked what inspired that one and that’s when he learned Andi could see colours with sounds, that mural was just a representation of that.

Andi pushed the door open and stepped into the living room, Spencer following close behind. “I’m gonna change. Can you get some notebooks from my office and start brainstorming?” Andrea asked softly as she dropped her bag on the floor. Spencer hummed softly, b lining for the office.

Spencer has been here a hundred times. He loved her apartment, it was so soothing and calm. She always kept it cold and bright, giving off a comforting feel. Her office was messy, papers and books scattered around, an occasional paint can stacked here or there. Andrea and Spencer were exact answers when it came to organizing, Spencer needed direct order and Andrea? Andre needed chaos to succeed.

Spencer gathered some notebooks, pencils, and some sticky notes and strolled back into the living room. Andi was already there sitting on the floor rocking slightly. The sight made Spencer’s heart swirl, she only seemed to do that around him and always with a soft smile on her face.

“Did you grab my big pencil? And you’re sticky notes?” She asked sticking a hand out to take things from him. “Of course. So… we’re supposed to put together a dynamic of um-“ Spencer trailed off, his face heating up, finally realizing what was happening

“A married couple” Andre finished flatly. The young woman knew her friend was nervous but just couldn’t understand why. Just a second ago he was fine and now he was fidgeting and squirming. She wanted to ask why but decided against it, not even knowing what to ask.

“Right that. We should probably start with a backstory. When we met, when we got married, that stuff. Garcia will deal with fake names so we don’t have to worry about that.” Spencer explained, scribbling quickly with furrowed eyebrows. Andi hummed and leaned back onto her elbows, starting at the colourful wall. She was imaginative, more so than most but, now she was drawing blanks.

“You’re from Vegas and I’m from St. Louis, what’s a good middle ground?” Andi asked after a moment of silence. They couldn’t give out their homestates, a mid ground sounded like the easiest most realistic option. “Colorado or Utah are probably our best options. We could pick some middle of no where place to make it seem less suspicious we would move to another place like that” Spencer explained swiftly, jotting down his thoughts sloppily. Andi hummed again and resumed staring at the wall.

This case is complex. A serial killer that targets couples, purely to make the men watch him kill their wives. But he was also a necrophiliac, grave robbing and violating corpses. He had mixed things that generally stayed separate. Catching him in theory should be easy but, without the aid of local police it became much more complicated. Out in the middle of no where, anyone can be he unsub and we couldn’t risk messing up.

“So what if we met at university. We were both nerds with little to no friends and found solace in the other. We eventually started dating after you invite me to a study date. We get married 2 years later in a Vegas style wedding with no party or family present. Just to tie up loose ends on why family doesn’t call or visit I guess.” Spencer’s words brought Andrea out of her trance.

The story sound legitimate and very true. It could’ve actually happened had they known eachother at uni. “Sounds plausible. What are our majors and such? I mean I’ll be working as a medical examiner and you’ll probably have a desk job close by. It’s gotta match up. Your degrees don’t point to a desk job unfortunately” andi rambled slightly, trying to poke holes in her own logic.

“We can just exclude your degree in psychology and keep your chemistry and medical practises degrees. I went to college for pathology, got my degree, but decided it’s not my career path and got a desk job instead.” Spencer was piecing together a puzzle at this point. Andi provided him questions and he provided the answers. The perfect pair.

“So that’s our backstory made mostly. What made us move?” Andi quirked her head to the side as she thought.

“family issues?” Spencer offered

“No that requires another back story that’s too easy to poke holes in. Downsizing is the easiest answer I guess” andi huffed out, looking down at her notebook for answers. Spencer hummed in affirmation.

They spent the next few hours bouncing ideas off of each other and eventually settled on a definitive narrative. The rest of the night passes by calmly.

“Do you want tea? I still have your favorite” andi offered sweetly, wandering towards her kitchen. Spencer grumbled a soft yes as he rubbed at his tired eyes. Andi chuckled to herself softly as she gathered the ingredients and kettle. She didn’t really get Spencer’s little mannerisms, like him scrunching his face up when he was thinking but she thought they were sweet. She was never good with understanding those things but Spencer never cared.

Reid she though, trying silently to figure out which one that would be. Her eyes fell on the tall skinny man and silently guessed it was him. “Emily Prentiss, nice to see another woman here!” The black haired woman exclaimed excitedly, beaming at Andrea. She offered a meek smile in response, her anxiety evident across her face.

“I’m JJ, that’s Rossi, he’s not one for introductions, don’t worry about that” the kind woman explained softly, her face soft and loving. Andrea felt safe around JJ, she looked understanding.

“Dr. Reid”

“Oh dr? What is your degree in?” Andrea asked quietly.

“Mathematics, chemistry, and psychology” he counted off, eyes brows furrowed. “I’m working on one in psychology currently” he added.

“Oh I have one in psychology. And a masters in practical medicine” Andrea explained excitedly, hands gesturing with her words. Reid’s eyes lit up, hurriedly asking her questions about psychology, quizzing her.

4 years later

“I have a case everybody!!” Garcia singsonged as she sauntered into the bullpen, waving some files. “It’s extra special” she added. Andrea popped her head up, pulling her earbuds out as she eyes Garcia.

“Extra special? Not sure about that one penny” she deadpanned. “Well any case could be extra special. Just depends on how you approach it” Spencer cut in, eyebrows furrowed as he thought over his answer.

“Sure Reid” Morgan chuckled slapping his hand on Spencer’s shoulder roughly. He muttered a soft ow as he took his seat next to his friend Andrea. This two became quick friends, trading knowledge and interests. Spencer had always been there for her, and vice versa. Andrea and Spencer both being the resident genius’s at the BAU.

“Alrighty guys and gals! Pay attention because this one will be fun! 2 weeks ago Brittany Vince and her fiancé Jason green were murdered and found dumped in a field in rural Illinois. Brittany was stabbed 20 times in the chest and her genitals were mutilated. Jason was shot in the back of the head. The ‘interesting’ part of this case is that… Brittany was um well raped after she was killed. The mutilation most likely happening after that” Garcia finished off with a grim look on her face.

“The fun part is that the sherif requested this be an undercover case. Since it’s such a small town they’ve already narrowed some things down and don’t want to scare our killer off.” She explained looking far too excited about this.

“The sherif has a point but what have they narrowed down exactly Garcia?” Hotch questions seriously.

“Good question my dear. In the past few months there’s been 5 grave robberies, each time a week later the body would turn up looking like miss Vince. Then there was a rest period, unprompted. The sherif believes that our unsub works at the local morgue. He has barley any evidence but if he starts a full swing investigation he risks the unsub going dormat.”

“There’s also evidence our couple was stalked for about 3 weeks prior to dying. So he’s thinking if it’s undercover one of you guys will have enough time to figure it out.” Garcia finishes off, taking a deep breath.

The whole team is quiet, they’ve done undercover work before but this, this was different.

“I’m assuming it’ll have to be a man and woman? Considering it was a couple.” Prentiss speculates. Garcia hums in affirmation. Andrea and Spencer lock eyes, confusion written across their faces.

“Andi, Reid, Morgan, my office, now” hotch sighed pushing himself up and walking out without a passing glance. Andrea felt anxiety run through her body, she had never done undercover before but hotch obviously wanted her to work this. Spencer trailed behind her nervously, sending questioning looks at Morgan.

Upon the three entering and reluctantly sitting hotch huffed and rubbed his face. “Andi I know you’ve never worked undercover but you have enough medical knowledge to work undercover in a morgue without being suspicious. I want you on this case. Reid, Morgan, you’ve both done this kind of work before and know what you’re getting into. However, you both need to act like Andi’s partner and I need to know which one of you would be comfortable with that. Andi you get an opinion here too” hotch explained dryly looking between the trio.

Andrea opened and closed her mouth, not knowing what to say. She settled for looking over at her friends expectantly. “I’m gonna cut this short.” Morgan started. “Look Andi baby I love you but, you and Reid have a better dynamic. Reid also knows more about this stuff that me, he’ll be more help on this one.” He explained, throwing his hands up.

Hotch looked over at Spencer with raised eyebrows. Spencer looked around like a deer in headlights, not quite sure how to respond. “Hotch I’ve barely done undercover work I don’t think-“

“Reid I wouldn’t have called you in here if I didn’t think you could do it” hotch interrupted. Spencer huffed looking distraught. “Reid I have no other options. I need you to be confident you can do this” he said softly, trying to reassure Spencer. He mutter a soft alright and looked at Andrea wryly.

“Good. You two head home and start prepping your backstory and some scripts. Get your stories straight by tomorrow. Garcia and I will set up your living arrangements as well as your jobs.” Hotch rushed, looking pleased. He ushered the three out, ordering Spencer and Andi home.

“Do you mind telling me what you were doing on my brothers lap hm?” He purred into your ear. He held both your hands in one of his own large ones and trailed the other down to your jaw. His fingers dug into the skin of your cheeks as he forced you to look him in the eye. You couldn’t decide if pressing his buttons was a good idea or not but god the way he was looking at you right now. His face was stern, his eyes blown with lust, all of it sent heat straight to your core.

“Mmm I decided he’s the prettier twin” you cooed, grinning up at Fred. His reaction was almost immediate, he turned you around and shoved you back onto the bed. He was quick to crawl over you and cage you in with his tall figure. Now normally Fred made sure you didn’t feel too small under him but this time it felt like he was *trying* to make you small. “Should I try and change your mind? Or do you want George to fuck you? Do you want to be his fucktoy?” Each word was punctuated with him stripping you naked. You were under him completely bare and incredibly turned on.

“Hmm we’ll see” you hummed, trying desperately to hold onto any amount of control you had. Fred’s hand wrapped around your throat tightly, his eyes trailed over your body as he looked down at you with anger. “If you’re smart you’ll stop talking. Or are you too much of a dumb slut to understand that?” He spat at you. You wanted to retort but you didn’t have a chance as Fred suddenly pressed two fingers inside of you. Anything you were going to say fell into a loud groan.

Fred set an unforgiving pace, pressing against your sweet spot over and over. You were a moaning mess under him within seconds. “Can anyone else make you feel this good? Who can make you a dumb little toy in seconds” Fred growled into your ear, continuing his rough pace. You moaned, the pleasure too intense for you to form words. Fred pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy sharply. “no one! NO ONE” you wailed trying to wriggle away from Fred’s grasp. “No one?” He taunted, holding you down tighter. “I promise no one!” You panted, looking up at Fred for some amount of mercy.

“I don’t think I believe you yet baby” he hummed flipping you over and pulling your hips back. the jangle of his belt being undone was your only warning before fred pressed his cock into you in one rough motion. You let out a scream, muffled by the blanket. Fred didn’t give you any chance to adjust before he started fucking into you roughly. Your face was shoved into the mattress, which was thankfully preventing everyone from hearing your wanton moans.

Fred grabbed you by your hair tugging roughly and pulling your back flush against his chest. He started trailing love bites down your throat, relishing in the way you feel around him. “You feel so good darling, it’s a shame you had to go and make me mad.” He hummed against your skin. You could feel yourself getting close, your impending orgasm felt so overwhelming. Fred was going to be the death of you.

“Fred, m’close. please” you groaned, begging. Fred snaked his hand down your front and starting rubbing harsh circles on your clit, pulling a loud scream from you. “Go on. Cum on my cock, scream my name so everyone knows who you belong too” Fred hissed into your ear. You orgasm hit you like a fucking truck. You went completely limp in Fred’s arms as you moaned his name like a mantra. Fred didn’t slow his thrusts down, instead he started to fuck into you harder and rougher. You could hear his own groans and pants in your ear.

“I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy. Maybe then you will understand that you’re *mine*” his words were breathy and strained. His thrusts became sloppy as he spilled inside of you. You were both panting and shaking from aftershocks. Fred let you down softly, helping you lay down. He pulled out of you, groaning at the loss. He rolled you over and offered you a little smile. “Did I break you?” He asked sweetly, looking you over with concern. You just smiled and shook your head at him.

“I’ll uh remember who I belong to next time. I don’t think I can do that again any time soon” you chuckled, bringing your hand up to his face and cupping it. He huffed out a laugh and brought his lips to yours and kissed you softly. A sharp contrast to what just happened. You two made out for a bit before he pulled away. He traced little patterns over your skin as he looked at you with so much love. “Can I clean you up before you pass out?” He cooed. You shrugged, way too spent to offer him any words.

He grabbed a wash cloth and ran it over your thighs and sensitive cunt. You whined quietly trying to close your legs, you were painfully overstimulated at this point. “Shh baby I’m almost done then you can sleep” Fred whispered softly. You grumbled but let him finish, when he was done you tugged him to you wanting cuddles.

“Finish up, don’t mind me” he hummed as he tugged your night shorts down. You picked up your quill and started reading over the papers again, listening to Fred’s instructions. When you started marking things down, he started pressing kisses to your inner thighs. Your breath hitched as he bit the soft skin gently. You wanted to question him but the look on his face told you not too. Fred continued pressing kisses across your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you wanted him. It was getting increasingly harder to concentrate the closer he got to your heat. You were panting and he had barely done anything. Fred *relished* in the fact that he could get you worked up so easily.

“Keep writing or I’ll stop” Fred hummed against your inner thigh. You hadn’t even realized you’d stopped. You quickly picked it back up and started writing again right as Fred licked a thick stripe up your pussy.

“Fuck Fred. Please” you whined, trying desperately to keep scribbling on the paper in front of you. Fred started to switch between flicking your clit and sucking on it. He had you on edge in minutes, your hands were shaking as you tried not to focus on the pleasure between your legs. When a particularly loud moan fell from your lips fred pressed his ring and middle finger inside of you, streaking at your g spot. You bucked your hips so hard you almost fell off your chair. Fred just chuckled and placed his hands on your hips keeping you in place. Fred’s fingers matched his tounge’s unforgiving pace. The only noises filling up the room were your moans and the occasional scratching of the quil. When you slowed down your writing so did fred. It was almost impossible.

“Fred please can I cum? I’ll finish this later, please!?” You cried out as he brought you to the edge so forcefully it almost hurt. “I’ll think about it” fred hummed as he slowed his fingers down again. The coil in your stomach was wound so tight it was driving you crazy. You let out a symphony of whines as he started up again right as you picked the quill up.

“One more page darling then you can cum. But make it pretty, sign your name with the little heart like you always do hm?” Fred’s words sounded so far away as your head spun with how close you were. Fred didn’t plan on making it easy for you though. He started rubbing tight circles on your clit as he picked the pace of his fingers up once more. You cried out so loud you were afraid George would wake up. You tried desperately to do as he told but it resulted in sloppy handwriting at best. You scrambled to finish as fred sent you hurtling towards a mind shattering orgasm. When you dropped the quill for the final time and looked down at fred you finally let go. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and wet with your slick, his eyes blown with pleasure. It was a sight for sore eyes that sent you hurtling over the edge. You let out cries of his name along with several curses. Fred helped you ride it out, slowing his onslaught until he finally stopped all together. You were panting in your chair, light headed from pleasure.

you leaned up to press your lips against his softly, wanting desperately to savour the feel of his lips. Spencer had other ideas as he threaded his hand through your hair, pulling softly and kissing you roughly. He smiled against your lips at the noises he pulled from you. He was a cocky bastard when it came to these things, relishing in how easy it was to make you moan. He let his hand wonder from your hair to your throat, squeezing softly.

“Spencer not here, just make it to my car and I’m all yours” you gasped out. You weren’t exactly all for being fucked on your work desk, especially with the cameras all around. Spencer huffed but pulled back only to grip your wrist and pull you towards the elevator, He didn’t even care to grab his bag. You giggled at him finding it hilarious that he was this enthusiastic to fuck you in the backseat of a car.

He quickly pressed the button for the parking garage before turning back to you and kissing you roughly. It was all teeth and tongue at this point, not that you minded. Spencer wasn’t usually this rough but you absolutely loved it every time he was. He slipped his finger tips under your shirt, pressing into the soft skin, hoping he’d leave marks. He trailed his lips down your jaw, your throat, and down the the valley of your breasts. He nipped and sucked on the soft skin relishing in the pink marks that showed up quickly.

the elevator dinged softly, the door opening *painfully* slow. Spencer pulled away smiling as he laced your fingers together and pulling you through the parking garage. why was your car so far away? Not that you were in a rush or anything, not at all.

Once you got to you car Spencer pulled the back door open and ushered you in enthusiastically.

“In a hurry Spence?” You teased, knowing it would get a rise out of him. He rolled his eyes before pushing you onto your back and settling between your legs. He didn’t waste anytime in taking your shirt off, your bra following quickly. Spencer leaned down pulling your nipple into his mouth and rolling the other bud between his index finger and thumb. You whined, arching your back into his touch. The stimulation going straight to your core. Spencer rolled his hips against your clothed core chuckling at your needy moan.

“Stop teasing” you huffed, squirming with need. Spencer pulled back looking you over before deciding he would listen this time.

“You’re awfully bossy for someone in your position” he cooed as he let his hand wander towards your centre. You opened your mouth to sass him but it was cut off as Spencer pressed against your clothed clit. The whimper you let out was borderline pathetic but you could care less at this point. Spencer hummed, apparently satisfied with your reaction.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down along with your panties in one swift motion. You had no clue how he was so good at this considering you were in a cramped car. He shuffled back slightly so he could lean down and place soft kisses on the inside of your thighs. He was teasing again and he knew it. Every time it seemed like he would finally give you want you wanted he would move onto another part of your body to press kisses too.

“If you keep squirming I won’t let you cum” he growled, giving you a look that made you clench around nothing. You gave him a meek nod and stilled your hips that had been rolling.

“Use your words pretty girl” he said smoothly absolutely loving how your face flushed at the pet name. You muttered a soft “ok” hoping that would please him enough to give you any type of attention. He hummed and ran two fingers along your slit gathering some slick before pressing them into you. You had to resist the urge to rock your hips onto his fingers, not wanting him to stop.

“Good girl” he cooed as he started to move his fingers slowly, finding the spot deep inside you that made you see stars. The noises you were making spurred Spencer on to move his fingers faster inside of you. He loved the way your neck locked back and your face contorted when you were close. He was addicted to seeing you like this, completely and utterly *ruined*

you were so close, you could feel the spring inside of your tummy tightening quickly. “Are you going to cum baby? Hmm?” He said so casually for the situation you were in right now. You opened your mouth to reply and tell him how good it felt but your brain short circuited as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You groaned out Spencer’s name as you arched your back, letting your pleasure roll through you.

Spencer pulled his fingers out of you gently grinning at you like an absolute dork. “You made a bit of a mess sweetheart” he chuckled. You didn’t even want to look, knowing either way you would need to clean your car tomorrow. Spencer leaned down and pressed his lips to yours gently, loosing himself in the taste of your lips.

“roll over” you panted, completely out of breath. Spencer pulled his pants and boxers down clumsily before rolling over. His cock was hard already leaking pre-cum. Normally you would take him in your mouth first but one look at Spence and you realized there wasn’t time for that today.

you straddled his hips, bracing your hands against his chest. Spencer wrapped his large hands around you hips, his fingers digging into your skin was a welcomed sting.

You lined Spencer up with your entrance before slowly sinking down onto his length. You both let out a groan at the feeling. The stretch burned slightly and you knew it would take a second to be able to sit down onto him completely. You slid up and down his length, never going all the way down, slightly nervous to take him that deep. Spencer got impatient and pulled you down onto him roughly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you let out a loud moan, collapsing forward onto his chest.

Spencer was panting trying to hold off his release, his head thrown back. “Can I move?” He groaned, making sure he wouldn’t hurt you. You nodded, too focused on his cock pressed into you to form a sentence. Spencer wasted no time bucking his hips up into you roughly, setting a brutal pace. You nestled your head into his neck littering love bites across his skin.

You were already close again, Spencer hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You knew Spencer was close too by the grunts he was letting out.

“Cum with me” he growled his hand sliding down and rubbing harsh circles against your clit thrusting you towards the edge roughly. The coil inside you snapped, pulling Spencer along with you. Spencer groaned a slurred version of your name, continuing to rock into you lazily.

You both panted, completely worn out. Spencer wrapped his arms around you pulling you flush against him. You sighed, relishing in the safety of his touch.

“There are cameras in the garage too you know” he muttered into your ear. You pulled your head up to glare at him, hoping to punch him with a look.

Loki gaped as he took you in. The low cut neck gave him a peek of your breasts. The poofy lace sleeves made you look so sweet. The fluff towards the bottom was bouncy and bubbly. Loki was stunned. He’s seen you in a dress before but this? This was definitely better.

“You look ravishing darling. Come here, let me get a better look” he hummed, curling his finger at you. You giggled and sauntered over to him happily, the innocent look on your face drove Loki wild. You stopped about in foot in front of him, staring up at him with a goofy grin.

Loki’s fingers traced the delicate fabric slowly. He eventually settled his hands on your hips with a sly smirk on his face. You knew that look all too well. “If we’re going to fuck, please don’t ruin this dress. It was expensive” you huffed out, glaring at him.

“I don’t plan on taking it off this time. I want you to keep it on while I ruin you. You’ll look so innocent while I fuck you dumb” he growled, picking you up and tossing you on your bed roughly. You let out a shocked squeal as you bounced softly.

Loki climbed on top of you, pressing a rough kiss against your lips. Wasting no time in shoving his hand down your panties roughly. “Oh darling. I’ve barely touched you and your all wet. All this for me?” He teased. You let out a shaky yes as he thrust two fingers in you. He set a rough pace, curling his fingers against your sweet spot until you saw stars.

With one more circle against your bundle of nerves you fell off the edge. Moans of his name fell from you lips like a prayer. Loki pulled his fingers from your centre and pressed them against your lips. “Let’s make that mouth useful” he hummed. You opened your mouth and tasted yourself. Keeping your eyes on him as you hollowed your cheeks. The groan he let out was border line pornograpich.

“Hands and knees pretty thing” he commanded, slapping your thigh gently. You rolled over on shaky limbs, presenting yourself to your lover. Loki adjusted your dress, fixing it for you. You heard his belt buckle jingle before he pressed your panties to the side.

He gave you little warning before his slid into you in one rough thrust. He pressed deep into you just to watch you squirm. He cock pressed against your cervix, giving you a sweet mix of pain and pleasure. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you again and again.

His thrusts started to become sloppy and rougher as he neared his end. You weren’t much further behind him at this point. He brought his hand to your clit and rubbed sharp, fast circles against it, sending you rocketing over the edge. You let out a chorus of explicits and moans, Loki following close behind you.

You felt his warm ropes of cum coat your walls as you milked his cock. He pulled out of you gently, trying not to hurt your abused pussy too much. He rolled you over and collapsed next to you with a little oof.