#5-9

you wanted him so badly, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought as you hustled a tray of drinks through a bustling crowd. you worked a side job for fun as a waitress at a nightclub, however spencer had pointed out that it would be a good opportunity for undercover work. so there you were, in your skimpy uniform, handing drinks around and chatting as you flittered by.

“well well, if it isn’t my favorite slut.” a voice chimed from beside you. you turned, ready to pick a fight, only to be met with the faces of your team. garcia, morgan, reid, hotch, rossi and prentiss sat at a large circle table, an easy going air around them. they all had grins on their faces as you started laughing, setting down the now empty drink tray. “penelope, you cannot do that. i just about punched you.” chuckles sounded out, ringing amongst them. “i didn’t know you worked here.” she said, propping her chin up on her hands. “i usually don’t have many shifts. memorial day is next weekend and the boss needed some extra hands.”

it felt strange to have all of their eyes on you at once. rossi had an easy grin on his lips and had obviously had a few drinks, garcia was smiling and talking to you, prentiss was watching you two talk, morgan and spencer were talking about something on the phone in front of them, and hotch was watching you talk to garcia as well, seeming relaxed for once.

“so. can i get y’all anything to drink?” you asked politely, pulling your pin pad out from the side of your skirt. they exchanged looks around the table, most of them saying no. “can i get.. a sex on the beach please? with no ice.” spencer spoke up. all heads turned towards him. you couldn’t help the smirk that built on your lips as you wrote it down. “what?” he asked, and you giggled. “nothing. just never thought i’d never hear you say the word sex in a non-educational way.”

that cute, innocent little face of his flushed and the others shared a small laugh. “i’ll be right back with that, love.” you shot a playful wink at him as you scooped the tray up and went on your way, going back to the bar to put in the order for those drinks. when you returned no more than ten minutes later, the group was packing up to leave. “hey, what the heck guys?” you set reid’s drink down in front of him without sending a single glance his way, too focused on the way everyone was standing. everyone besides him. “where are y’all going? the nights still young.”

“(y/n), it’s one in the morning. half of us have work tomorrow and the other half of us are on call.” rossi said, and you frowned. “oh.. well. alright then. see y’all on monday.” you said sadly, waving goodbye as they filed out. garcia gave you a quick hug and slipped something in the waistband of your skirt before hurrying off with a little giggle. it wasn’t until you turned around to collect their empty glasses that you realized spencer was still there, sipping gingerly at his drink. “oh, hey spence. gonna keep me company?” you asked playfully, piling their mess onto your tray.

he shrugged. “i guess so.” “well.. this table is for a party of five and up, so.. you can’t sit here. you’ll have to come sit at the bar.” you finished cleaning the table off as spencer stood, taking his drink with him. you lead him to the bar and got him a seat on one of the ends, away from the hoard of drunk college kids you knew he wouldn’t want to be near. you stepped behind the bar and piled the glasses into the sink, rinsing them out and setting them aside to be dried by the girl who did that shit when she got back from her smoke break. when you looked over at spencer, his drink was gone. “another round?” you asked, taking the glass from him.

“uhh.. sure. just one more.” you nodded, turning away before he could see you smile. everything he did was so cute. it felt so strange to see him sitting in this nightclub, with his innocent little face and boyband haircut and nerdy little satchel. you whipped up another sex on the beach and slid it down the counter to him before gathering up your large tray of drinks to make rounds again. “(y/n)— uh, what time do you get off?” you stopped in your tracks, halfway from behind the bar counter. you turned to look at him, being met with hopeful, almost shy eyes. “uh, in like half an hour. why? wanna buy me a drink?”

it didn’t take much for you to fall into that flirty persona of yours. you used it all the time to get bigger tips from drunk men. his face flushed and you smiled, putting your weight into your hip. you didn’t let him get another word in before you walked away, wanting to quickly make rounds and start closing tabs so you wouldn’t have to be there any longer than you needed to.

when you eventually found your way back to the bar, spencer’s drink was empty and there was a girl sitting next to him, chatting him up. you slid behind the counter quietly and watched them out of your peripheral, turning your eavesdropping ears on. spencer was explaining the plot line of star wars in excruciating detail and little ms. malibu barbie was soaking it up like a dehydrated sponge. it made your teeth hurt. there was no way she was gonna saunter in here and take the man you’ve been pining after for two years in the span of two minutes.

you were angrily closing out tabs when your coworker approached you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “hey, my shift starts in like five minutes and i got free time. you can go ahead and clock out.” “perfect, thanks.” you quickly went into the employee break room and collected your things, shoving them haphazardly into your purse before pulling your jacket on. it was cold outside tonight and the crop top and mini skirt combo you had going on wasn’t going to do shit to protect you from the weather. you zipped the jacket up halfway, slung your purse over your shoulder and got to stepping.

you walked out and had crossed almost the entire floor when you saw it. you almost gasped audibly when ms. jiggle jugs leaned in to spencer and kissed him on the cheek. you were shocked. then hurt. then jealous. then mad. at her, at him, you didn’t really know. you stepped out from behind the bar counter and put on your sickeningly sweet customer service smile. “well, my shift is over! i’m out of here. see you around, spencer.” you shot a pointed look to the girl who was practically drooling on the front of her shirt over him. to men, the glance you gave would look like a friendly acknowledgement, but every girl in the world knew that you had just inaudibly told her to get bent and die.

“hey, (y/n)— wait!” you looked over your shoulder to see spencer coming towards you. he caught up with you in a few strides easily, his long legs carrying him around quickly. “let me walk you home.” he said. you raised an eyebrow at him, pushing the door open and stepping into the cold night air. “i can get home on my own.” you said playfully. his face flushed again. you loved making him do that. “it’s no trouble, really. let me walk with you.” you stared at him for a moment, assessing him. trying to understand. you sighed. “fine.” he fell into step with you easily, and it was quiet. neither of you said anything.

“it’s cold out tonight, huh?” he said. you smiled. “yeah, a little bit.” your eyes were flitting over to him before you could think about it. he was looking up at the sky, his breath creating little puffs in the cool air. he looked fascinated. you looked up too. there was an airplane in the sky. you looked back to him. “do you like airplanes?” he looked over at you, surprised. “yes, they’re fascinating.”

he was rambling about them before you could respond. explaining aerodynamics, weight to speed proportion, the engineering behind them, so on and so fourth. you listened, but you didn’t necessarily understand some of it. he was explaining how the first airplanes were designed and why they didn’t work when you arrived to your house. you unlocked your front door and stepped inside, hanging your keys on the little hook.

you looked over your shoulder in curiosity at the lack of footsteps pittering behind you. spencer was standing at the doorway, unsure of himself. you smiled, suppressing a giggle. “you can come in.” he flushed and stepped inside, stuttering a bit. “oh, uh, right. you.. have a nice home.” he wasn’t wrong, it was a nice little home. two bedrooms, a nice sized kitchen, cute living room, a cat tree in said living room where your enormous cat perched. “thank you.” you kicked your shoes off and left them by the couch on your way to go see the king himself.

“hi, asparagus.” you cooed, scratching him behind the ears. you saw spencer tilt his head in your peripheral. “your cats name is asparagus?” “gus for short.” he nodded, pretending like that made any amount of sense. “thanks for walking me home.” “oh, it’s no problem. can i..?” he gestured to the couch. “yeah, go ahead.” he sat on the side with an armrest. “can i get you anything?” you asked, slinking your jacket off and tossing it over the back of the couch.

“no, thank you.” he sat with his hands on his lap, stiff as a board. it reminded you of interrogation. he looked nervous. “well.. what can i do for you then?” you asked. his gaze followed you as you stepped into your kitchen with the intention of getting a snack. “i.. don’t know. maybe we can just talk? i don’t have any other plans for the night.” you giggled. he was so socially inept and yet so good with people. it was crazy.

“fine by me.” snack in hand, you plopped down next to him on the couch. “do you usually stay up late?” you asked. he nodded. “trouble sleeping most of the time.” you nodded. “i get that.” it was quiet as you ate your snack, which consisted of a packet of fruit snacks and a little can of soda. “why do you work two jobs?” you paused, taking your time to chew up the gummies in your mouth. you shrugged. “it’s just fun, i guess. i like being able to interact with people outside of arresting them.” spencer chuckled.

you two sat like that for what felt like hours, asking questions back and forth and talking about mundane topics such as why it had been raining so much recently, how the local shop had started charging more for produce, etc.

“it’s getting late, i should probably head home.” spencer stood, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “sorry. didn’t mean to keep you up so late.” you stood too, rubbing your hands over your skirt self consciously. “it’s alright! i don’t mind.” you smiled. he blushed. you stood there for a moment, gazing up at him and his cute face. he looked so shy. you opened your mouth to speak when asparagus jumped onto the coffee table and knocked your soda over, spilling it all over the carpet.

“gus! really?” you scolded him, becoming embarrassed. usually gus was well behaved. he must have been jealous of spencer. “i’m so sorry, spence. it didn’t get on your shoes, did it?” he took a step back and you bent over to pick up the can. his breath hitched in his throat as your skirt rode up past your plump thighs, exposing the tiniest bit of red lace underneath. you stood up and turned to face him, confused. “spence? you alright?” he looked away and cleared his throat, taking a step away from you.

“yes. i’m fine. i’ll uh— i can help you clean that.” he said, a blush creeping up onto the tips of his ears. “oh no, it’s fine! i’ve got it.” you rushed off into your kitchen to find some paper towels while spencer stood stiffly in your living room, forcing himself to solve math equations in his head. the sight of you bent over in front of him replayed in his mind over and over again, and no matter how many equations he solved, he couldn’t get his blood flow to change directions. his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides until you returned.

“i’m sorry again.” you kneeled in front of him where the splash was and began soaking up the spilled liquid. you were at it for all of ten seconds before his resolve snapped and you felt gentle, slender fingers hooking under your chin. spencer lifted your face upwards, gazing down at you with a primal look in his eyes.

“(y/n)..” he grumbled, gently pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. you looked up at him with big, curious doe eyes as you parted your lips, letting his thumb slowly slip inside. your tongue collided with the pad of his finger and he sucked in a sharp breath, groaning on the exhale. “shit..”

“spence..” you mumbled against his thumb, pressing a gentle kiss to it as he retracted it. “please.” he whispered in a broken voice, gesturing to the very present boner in his pants, pressing against the fabric angrily, just waiting to be freed and sucked. you nodded. it was so unusual, almost alien for this to be happening, but you couldn’t care. not when you had wanted him for so long. seeing you bend over was one thing, he’d seen you do it multiple times before. but seeing you on your hands and knees in front of him was the breaking point for him. he had thought of you in that exact position so many times, fisted his cock to it, but never did he ever think it would become a reality.

you scooted forward and began working nimbly at his belt, pulling it through the loops of his jeans. you tossed it aside before starting to work on his button and zipper. he stopped you. “no.. no hands.” you flushed, all blood flow and train of thought rushing between your legs. he looked so sexy standing above you with that dark, needy look in his eyes. you leaned forward and grabbed the button loop with your teeth, pulling it free. you then grabbed onto the zipper and pulled it down, successfully freeing his cock from his pants.

“good girl..” he muttered, pushing his boxers down for you. his cock sprang free, nearly hitting you in the face. his tip was pink and oozing precum, he twitched when you got closer. you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out to gently meet with his tip, your saliva mingling with his precum. his eyes stayed trained solely on you, drinking up your appearance. he groaned. “so fucking beautiful..” he was salty, heady. his taste reminded you of brandy and leather, in a good way. in a sexy way. you welcomed about four inches of his length into your mouth before he began treading dangerously close to your uvula, making you start to hesitate. “you got it..”

his hand bundled up your hair in a sloppy hold and held your head still. “relax your throat for me.” you did, and he began thrusting into your mouth, sliding past your uvula and into your throat. you panicked, sucking in a breath and starting to gag. “it’s okay, it’s okay. i’ve got you. i won’t hurt you. just trust me.” he said, affectionately stroking your head. you nodded, teary eyes meeting his. he slowly dragged his twitching length out of your mouth only to slowly place it back in, pushing his tip past your glossy lips and into your warm, waiting mouth.

you whimpered around him and he twitched again. “shit, (y/n)..” he groaned, bracing his hands against the back of your head. he thrusted a few more times before pulling out and instructing you to stand. you were on your feet for barely a full six seconds before he was pushing you down onto the couch and climbing on top of you.

“fuck, spencer.. i like you.” you blurted. he chuckled against your neck, littering it with small kisses and bites. “you don’t mean that..” he said. you frowned. you cupped his face and forced his gaze to meet yours. “yes, i do. i’ve always liked you, spence.” you said softly, gently, as if he was your child and you were explaining why he couldn’t run into the street. “you do?” he asked. an expression of regret washed over his face and he sat up, putting space between you that you didn’t want. “i’m sorry (y/n), i— i don’t know why i.. i shouldn’t have done that.” “no, it’s okay! i want you to. i like it..”

his eyes flicked up to you. “really..? i mean, i like you too! i just didn’t think.. i don’t want to scare you away..” he said, looking at you with nervous lil puppy dog eyes. “no, spence.. it’s alright..” you gently grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to your core, spreading your legs open and gently pressing his fingers against your panties. “i want you.”

if he once had any self control left over, he didn’t anymore. he growled and covered your body with his instantly, smashing his lips against yours and grinding his erection onto you. you whimpered into his mouth and he greedily swallowed it, muffling your noises. he brought his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and trailing his fingers down your jawline, collarbone, and between your breasts.

“so beautiful..” he whispered, pressing messy kisses to your cheek and neck. “wanted you for so long.” you sighed dreamily, slightly pulling at his hair. “so take me.”