#ab requests

I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash cold water on my face. I whisper-yell at my dick, “You gotta calm down!” and walk out.

I change from my pajamas into my short workout shorts. I can’t be the only one who’s suffering. I walk over to her and she stops what she’s doing to look me up and down with a smile.

“I thought you retired those because they shrunk and got too short” she says with a light blush on her cheeks.

“Well yeah I wouldn’t go to the gym in these. But you get the privilege of seeing me this scandalous” I grab her by the waist and pull her closer to kiss her.

She hums and giggles into my lips, “Lucky me”.

We keep kissing and I start to grow impatient; I slide my hands down to grab her ass. She giggles again, pulling off my hands. “Hey hey I’m not done with my workout”.

“I’ll give you a better workout” I reply.

“You can workout with me, the real workout” she lightly pushes me away and picks up her weights.

I sigh, “Okay, we’ll see if you can resist my hot body” I jokingly rubbed my hands up and down my torso which made her laugh.

After about fifteen minutes we’re both sweaty and breathing heavy. What I don’t get is why we’re sweaty and heavy breathing and not fucking.

I notice she’s starting on push ups and I quickly stop her to get on the floor under her and do the thing we’ve always done. “No push-ups without kisses”.

She giggles as she positions herself above me; I probably look like an idiot staring and her boobs that are peeking through the top of her sports bra.

“Eyes up here big boy” she teases. I smile, looking at her eyes, and then her lips.

She lowers herself down and pecks me on the lips and counts, “One”. Then she repeats the process a few times. With each push up I get greedier; I make the kisses longer, I keep my hands on her body. Until on the last one, when she lowers herself I pull her completely down and wrap my arms around her as I kiss her.

By the little moan she let out I can tell she couldn’t in fact, resist my hot body.

She repositions herself to straddle my lap and begins to grind softly; it slowly drives me crazy. My hands are on her ass while her hands are in my hair, tugging.

“Oh fuck” I let out.

She smiles into my mouth; I know how much she loves to hear me moan. She grinds a bit harder. I quickly sit us up and try to get her sports bra off; emphasis on try.

We both laugh and she says, “Need a little help?”

“Yeah what the fuck is up with this thing?” we laugh again until we finally get it off and I see heaven for a second when her sweaty tits plop down.

I bury my face in them and start to kiss, lick, and bite while sweet little moans escape her lips. They get louder when I take a nipple in my mouth and she continues to grind on me fervently.

“Oh, Pete” she moans and I hum against her breasts, “Mhm?”. She’s starting to pull my shorts off, “I need it”.

I smile devilishly, “You’re so greedy”.

I lay her down on the floor to take off her leggings, but I start to rub her clothed clit before doing so. She moans lewdly and writhes under me, buckling her hips into my hand. Seeing how desperate she becomes for my touch gives me an indescribable high.

She looks so beautiful, chest heaving, rising and falling, her hips thrusting into my hand hungrily, her cheeks and lips bright pink, her face contorted in pleasure. I can’t help it anymore, I have to please her.

So I pull down her leggings along with her underwear and spread her legs wide open, as I gaze at the sight before me. I slip my fingers through her slit and chuckle, “You’re soaked baby”.

She moans, “Uh huh, for you. All for you”.

I pull her up with a groan and kiss her hungrily, holding her tight, feeling skin on skin, my sweat mixed with hers. And then I turn her around and lay down.

“Your ass. My face. Now” I say in between breathes and she happily obliges. She backs up and wiggles her ass in my face. I give each cheek a slap and she yelps and then moans when I gently rub on the areas to alleviate the pain.

I then lick a stripe up her folds, earning me another moan. With each lick her moans get louder and grittier. They turn into groans; she’s getting desperate again.

“Peter please! Stop teasing me”

I insert one finger and curl, “You sure that’s what you want princess?”

She groans again, “Yes!”

I insert a second finger, “Are you really sure? Because I think you like it when I tease you” but she can’t respond because next thing I know she’s taken my cock into her mouth and started to suck.

I jolt up, “Oh god y/n”. She feels so good on my cock, fuck it I’m done playing games.

I start to eat her out like I’m starved. Licking and sucking on her clit like there’s no tomorrow. She picks up the speed on her end as well, at this point we’re both moaning into each other and it’s euphoric.

“Y/n stop I’m gonna cum” I exclaim but she doesn’t stop. So I grab her arms, put them behind her and pull her up and hold her so she can’t move and is fully sitting on my face. She stopped sucking but I haven’t.

“Oh fuck Peter!” she yells out as I know she’s nearing her orgasm. Meanwhile I’m in pure bliss being submerged in her ass and pussy; despite struggling to breathe.

But in just 5 more seconds she’s cumming all over my face, whimpering and whining, shaking and convulsing. She falls forward and I take the opportunity to get behind her and prop her up in her knees. I slowly insert myself inside her.

We both moan in unison, “Fuck baby, you feel so good”. I start off slowly and gently so she can get adjusted but she groans out, “Harder!”

“You sure baby?” I ask genuinely concerned this time.

“Yes! Please, fuck me hard” she whined and that was all I needed. I took her ponytail and pulled her up, arching her back and began to thrust faster and harder.

I’m sure our neighbors could hear the sweaty skin slapping and pornographic moaning but in that moment I didn’t care. Her walls are fluttering around my cock and all I can do is throw my head back and be overcome by ecstasy.

“Pe-ter I’m go-nna cum” her voice falters with each thrust.

“Me too baby, wait for me okay?”

I get a tighter grip on both sides of her hips and give a few more final thrusts before saying “Cum baby, cum” and we both cum together with a loud “Ah!”.

I rub her back as she comes down from her shaking. I then run over to the bathroom and get a warm, wet paper towel to clean her up as she lays on her back on top of her exercise mat. I don’t do it immediately as I like to appreciate the sight of my cum dripping out of her pussy.

She sighed, “Yeah, I think this workout is better”

I lay down next to her, “Yeah I fucked you so hard I think you have abs now”.

She cackles and I join her.

“And this workout will definitely leave you more sore” I add.

“Okay now it’s getting to your head bug boy” she chuckles.

I roll over to her and hold her chin up, “Says the one who was just screaming my name begging to be fucked harder” I say with a smirk but her smile is gone.

Not that I haven’t thought about it before; kissing him. I mean he’s handsome and he does have nice-looking lips. But he’s my friend; my only friend at that. It’d be stupid to risk ruining that. Besides I’m almost 100% certain he doesn’t even think about me that way. So he must be joking, right?

“Okay well, whatever, good one I guess” I say somewhat begrudgingly, avoiding his gaze.

“What do you mean?” his mouth is now full of food, muffling his voice.

“Well you can’t be serious. You don’t actually want me to kiss you” I force out a laugh in an attempt to not sound as pathetic as I feel.

He scrunches up his face, “Why not? Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world”. It seems I didn’t do a good job at disguising my shock because he looks like he regrets every word he’s ever said.

“Like on the cheek, no?” he nervously attempts to fix it and eliminate the awkwardness but it’s too late; we’re neck deep in awkwardness.

“In your dreams Parker” I try to play it off.

He chuckles, “Yeah, it would be a dream to get a kiss on the cheek from you. I’d never wash it again” he teases which ultimately makes me giggle. He always knows how to make me laugh.

“That’s disgusting”

“Only for you baby”

~~~

As he walks me home like he normally does I keep thinking about it; the whole kiss thing. I still can’t tell if he actually wanted to kiss me. And if so, would it be a real kiss? Like a romantic kiss? Or a stupid kiss for shits n’ giggles.

I’m snapped out of my developing mental spiral by the feeling of a cold drop of water on my cheek. Which is then followed by a thousand more drops.

“Oh shit!” Peter exclaims and we both start to run seeing as we’re not that far from my house at this point. We can’t help but laugh like little kids as we run in the rain.

By the time we reach my porch we’re totally drenched and out of breath but continue to laugh together.

“We’re soaked” I say as I look down at myself and then at Peter.

“Feels kinda nice don’t you think?” He says raising his voice a bit since the rain keeps getting louder.

“Wet socks feel nice to you?” I reply and he just drops his head and laughs, leaning against me. He does that a lot, whenever he’s in a fit of laughter his body goes slightly numb and he always ends up falling or leaning on me. I’d me lying if I said I didn’t get a warm fuzzy feeling every time.

Once he regains his strength and stand up straight we both realize we’re standing very close to each other; too close.

Suddenly I can’t remember what was so funny. All I can really focus on is the feeling of his breath tickling my face. Why doesn’t he move? I can’t back up, my back is pressed against the door. So why does he just stand there, looking at me like that?

After what feels like forever he breaks the silence, “Well uh, I’m gonna head home” his voice is low and raspy. As he starts backing away I’m suddenly met with this weird feeling, like I don’t want him to go.

“Wait,” I blurt out, “You’re not walking home in this rain are you?”.

Peter smiles, “Y/n I was bitten by a radioactive spider; unless this is acid rain I think I should be fine”.

A gust of wind blows hard in our direction and I shiver. “Still, you should come inside until the rain dies down. It’s fine, besides my mom loves you so she’ll be happy to see you” I insist.

He sighs what seems like a defeated sigh and says, “Okay, only to see Janice though” with his pointer finger up.

I shake my head giggling as I open the door.

The house is empty. We’re alone.

“Oh,” is my initial reaction, “right, I forgot mom was working today”.

We take off our shoes and leave them at the door and we drop our stuff nearby since they’re also very wet.

“Damn, and here I was looking forward to seeing her”

“Hey, watch it” I warn him. Obviously I know he would never hit on my mom but it’s a bit of a running gag with us.

He throws up with hands, “Relax I’m innocent” with that goofy smile of his.

I stop and take a look at his very wet self, quite literally dripping on the floor. “You should probably take those off” I say as I stand in front of him with both hands on my hips.

He raises his eyebrows, “Damn y/n take me out to dinner first”.

I face palm so quickly, practically slapping my face, “Dude you know what I mean”.

He chuckled mischievously, “Are you gonna give me clothes to change into or should I just remain naked? You’re the boss, just say the word—”

“Peter!”

He starts to laugh, hard. And as much as I try to remain irritated at him I just can’t.

“I’ll get you some clothes, be right back” I start walking up the stairs. “Don’t sit on anything!”

~~~

When I come back down changed and with some of my dad’s clothes in hand as well as a towel I find him awkwardly standing right where I left him. I toss him the clothes and he stares at me for a bit before walking off to the bathroom.

He walks back out in sweatpants and a t-shirt that fits him surprisingly well; I half expected it to be bigger on him but he’s buffer than you’d expect.

I smile, “You look cute”.

I could’ve sworn I saw him get a little bit red. “Are you sure it’s not weird for me to be wearing your dad’s clothes?” He hands me his wet clothes and I toss them in the dryer along with mine.

“It’s fine, he left them behind and they’ve just been in boxes for years now. I doubt he’d mind” I reassure him. He takes a seat in front of the kitchen isle and rests his elbows on the table.

Meanwhile outside it’s still pouring. We stare at each other in silence. It’s like we’re in our own little world. Outside it’s cold and loud, and normally if I were home alone right now I’d probably feel just as cold. But here with him, it’s warm, I feel safe. The quiet isn’t unsettling or awkward, it’s peaceful.

His big brown eyes are captivating, I can’t bring myself to look away. And the way he looks at me is so soft, I feel like I’m melting.

Shit shit shit. What am I thinking?.

I clear my throat in an attempt to bring myself out of the trance. I walk over to the fridge, “You, uh, thirsty, hungry?”.

He perks up a bit, “Do you have any grape Fanta?” his eyebrows rise with anticipation.

“Lemme check” I open the fridge and lean down to look through it. The truth is I always keep grape Fanta for him because I know it’s his favorite.

“You’re in luck! Here, blegh” I hand him the soda can and I notice that it’s not until he hears my ‘blegh’ that he meets my eyes, his were focused on…my legs? I mean I am wearing some pretty short shorts but surely this isn’t the first time he’s seen my legs is it?

“What do you mean ‘blegh’? That’s just disrespectful and frankly very wrong” he exaggerates his indignation.

I take a pineapple Fanta for myself and set it down on the counter in front of him. “You’re like the only person I know that likes grape” I say in defense of myself.

“A) you don’t know anyone else besides me and b) whoever those people may be they clearly lack good taste” he leans forward on the counter.

I can’t help the slightly offended gasp that escapes my lips, “Talk about disrespectful”.

“I say it like it is babes, if you can’t—no way” whatever he was gonna say was quickly interrupted by whatever he saw when he looked down at his soda can.

“What is it?” I ask before taking a sip of my drink.

He just lifts the can closer to my face and says, “kiss”.

And for the second time today I almost choke at what he was saying. I look at the tab and lo and behold, it’s just like the one he got at lunch. Im left speechless.

“This is a sign from the universe!” He exclaims as he holds back his laughter.

“Pete come on—”

“Let’s see yours” he stands up and walks over to my side of the counter and grabs my can.

After taking a closer look at it he exclaims, “Ha! That’s three for three baby” jogging in a circle around the kitchen meanwhile I can’t help but laugh as I boost myself up and sit on the countertop.

He walks back to me and stands in front of me. He leans over to put the can down next to me and takes a few steps closer. I hadn’t noticed but my laughter subsided, as did his. Suddenly I find it hard to breathe.

“Pete,” I manage to spill out, my voice small and frail. He raises his eyebrows at me, with big puppy dog eyes.

“Are you for real? Do you really wanna kiss me?” I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, so I opted for staring down at my hands in my lap.

He bends down a bit, as if trying to meet my gaze; resting his hands at my sides on the table, caging me in. “What if I did? Would you be cool with that? Cause if you’re not that’s totally fine I don’t—”

“I’ve never kissed anyone” is all I could blurt out, interrupting his nervous rambling. He chuckled, “Okay so?”

“So! What if—” he starts to lean closer, making me trail off.

“What if what?” his voice is low yet playful; I still haven’t met his gaze.

“What if I suck at it?” he places his finger under my chin and lifts it up, forcing me to look at him. I have to swallow the gasp that threatened to come out.

He’s now standing right in between my legs, our faces only inches—no, centimeters apart. My heart is racing but my mind is still, empty, I can’t seem to produce any coherent thoughts.

“I can teach you, but I doubt you’ll suck at it” his voice is just above a whisper.

“How do you know?” at this point I can’t keep track of what I say, his lips are so close to mine and his breath is warm on my face.

He smiles, “Cause I’ll be kissing you, don’t get much better than that” and next thing I know his lips are on my lips. He’s kissing me and I’m kissing him back. His hand which was holding my chin up has slid into grabbing my face ever so gently.

Just like the kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, slow. I actually feel lightheaded.

He slowly pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, I feel the coldness of his wet hair from the rain. We both smile.

“For the record,” he breaks the silence.

“Mhm,”

“That totally didn’t suck”

I can’t help but giggle like a little schoolgirl.

“But, you still need practice” he adds, meanwhile his other hand has found itself on my thigh.

She’s given me her permission to do this, we’ve done it several times before and I know she loves it. I believe it would be the proper welcome.

I slither down under the covers and leave a trail of kisses down her legs. She sleeps like a rock so the only way I can wake her is with a mind-shattering orgasm. However despite her mind being far away from here her body responds to my touch.

I can hear small groans and moans coming from her as I kiss her inner thighs. Oh how I love to be suffocated by them.

The only thing separating her core from my mouth is her panties. When I pull them down I’m surprised to find she’s soaking already wet.

I laugh to myself and smile, “Even while asleep you’re wet for me”

I lick once, and I can’t help but sigh in pure bliss at her taste, her folds, her wetness. How I missed this pretty cunt. I lick twice, and this time she moans a bit louder, and her hips buckle up slightly.

Like muscle memory, her body knows I’m the one that gives her pleasure like no one ever has before or ever will. She surrendered her body to me and even her unconscious mind knows it.

I start licking and sucking more fervently, the more I taste the more I want. Her moans get louder and suddenly,

“Loki” it escapes her beautiful lips like a melody.

I look up to see if she’s awake but she’s still asleep. “Yes darling, it’s me” I reply despite her not being able to hear me. And I continue devouring her pussy.

The sweet sounds emitting from her body make my heart jump and jolt; she’s so beautiful when I’ve got her completely wrecked, overwhelmed with pleasure.

I wrap my arms around her thighs and make love to her cunt like there’s no tomorrow. Her climax is nearing; I can feel it.

Her moans are getting louder and more frequent, her body is beginning to spasm, and her hand instinctively goes to me hair and pulls on it. She can do whatever she wants to me, I am equally surrendered to her as she is to me. As a god the only one who I’d bow down to is her, the only one who can tower over me, is her.

“Oh…oh…oh!” She yells out and releases into my mouth. Her body shakes and spasms but I don’t stop.

“Oh fuck!” Sounds like she’s awake.

I detach myself from her core to meet her gaze. I smile at her and say, “Hello love, did you miss me?”

She’s still panting. It takes her a moment to fully process what’s happening. Between just waking up and coming down from her orgasm it’s safe to say she’s a big foggy.

I reach for her face with my hand and caress he cheek, “You alright darling?”

She smiles and lets out a few breathy chuckles. “Better than fine” she then pulls me in her arms and sighs.

“I’m so happy you’re back. And that was one hell of a way to say ‘honey I’m home’” she says and we both laugh.

I pull away to kiss her and absolutely melt in her arms. Oh how I missed kissing you y/n.

We break the kiss, she rests her forehead on mine. “So are you like, super tired?” She asks, in that voice she uses when she’s got something up her sleeve.

“Not really…why do you ask?”

She smiles, “Well, I have really given you your proper welcome” and then she flashes those eyes at me.

I brush the hair out of her face as we stare into each other’s eyes, “Your taste, and your sweet moans, are more than enough” I say slowly as our lips graze.

She slithers her hand down to my very erect cock, “Are you sure? Because this says otherwise”

I chuckle nervously; I’ve been caught. She palms my bulge and my eyes flutter shut. My heartbeat quickens as does my breathing.

“I wanna hear your sweet moans, my lord”. Fuck. She knows all my weaknesses.

The urge takes over completely and next thing I know I’m on top of her, kissing her hungrily. She quickly takes off my shirt and rakes her nails up my back, making me whimper in her mouth.

I start trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, on her breasts. I start licking and sucking her nipple, getting some very lewd moans from her.

“Oh fuck!” She exclaims, the more she yells the more aroused I become. Her sounds make me absolutely feral. And I could watch her face contort in pleasure forever.

She desperately pulls me up and says, no, begs, “Fuck me, please”

“As you wish darling” I give her a smirk and quickly remove the rest of my garments. “Ass up” I command and in a second she’s turned around and propped up her ass like an offering.

I softly caress her cheeks before striking once, her yelps are muffled by the pillow her head is buried in. “You should’ve seen the way your body reacted to me in your sleep” I strike again.

“You’re a desperate little slut for me aren’t you. And now you’re begging for my cock” strike again. Her ass is now pink and swollen.

I line myself up with her entrance and tease her before saying, “What is it that you want darling?”

“Please,” she’s ruined already.

“Please what?” I press my cock against her clit.

“Please fuck me!” She moans out and that is all I need. I slowly insert myself inside her. We both gasp at how good it feels.

“Hard. Fuck me hard” her voice is weak, but I understand perfectly.

As much as I want it, I hesitate, “Are you sure darling?”

She pushes her ass out more and says, “Yes!”

So I grab hold of her hair and begin fucking her, hard. Her whimpers are broken up by the force of me pushing into her. She feels so good I can’t help but moan loudly now.

“You feel s-so good love. I missed this pretty cunt” I say and she moans in response.

By this point our room is filled with the heat radiating off our bodies and the sounds we make. It’s glorious, it’s euphoric. A week’s worth of desire is about to unravel. I pick up the pace, as I can’t help it anymore, my climax is getting close.

“You gonna cum baby?” She asks, looking back at me. I nod in response, unable to form words.

She screams as she nears he climax as well. She screams as I fuck her into the bed.

“Oh!” We yell out unanimously as we both cum, both overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. Both completely wrecked.

I fall next to her, completely out of breath, as is she. We look at each other and laugh. I take her into my arms, enjoying the feel of her skin against mine.

They hugged for a few seconds in a very lovey-dovey way. I immediately started to get insecure.

Y/n and I’s relationship is…complicated. For the longest time we’ve been stuck in between friends and more than friends and neither of us do anything about it. We often act and treat each other as more than friends but we can’t call ourselves anything but friends.

I’ve just always thought that I was special to her even if she didn’t have feelings for me the way I do for her. But after seeing this display of affection I’m not so sure.

“Oh hey, Spencer this is James! He’s a good friend from a while back. And—”

“So this is Spencer! Hey man it’s so nice to meet you.” He extended his arm to shake my hand but I declined. “Right right, y/n told me about you and she mentioned you don’t do handshakes, my bad” he was definitely friendly.

“She’s mentioned me?” Was the first thing that could come out of my mouth. Meanwhile I thought how she’d never mentioned him. Weird.

“Of course! I tell all my other friends about you guys” she jumped in.

The team. Of course she’s mentioned me, along with the rest of the team. I need to stop getting my hopes up.

“Let me introduce you to everyone else” she said to him and they walked off hand in hand. My heart sank.

I watched him interact with everyone else. He’s good looking, funny, friendly, talkative, totally not a nervous wreck. Everything I’m not.

“Man he is a fine specimen” I heard García say as she stood next to me, I didn’t look her way.

“What’s wrong?” she asked once she noticed I hadn’t stopped staring and y/n and James.

“Nothing. I’m, I’m fine” I said as I averted my gaze when they started walking back over to us.

Y/n came towards us with a big smile. “Hey so today’s a slow day and I wanted to take James over to the bakery down the block. You guys wanna join?”

“Sure!” García was quick to respond. She put a hand on my shoulder and added, “We’d love to”

I glared at her but y/n didn’t notice. She just said, “Great!” With a beaming look on her face. Spending time with James was worth it if I got to see that look.

~~~

I could hear Penelope talking James’s ear off back at the table while me and y/n were in line.

“So what do you think of James?” She nudged my arm with her elbow.

I have to lie. I hate lying to her but I’d hate more making her feel bad. “He seems like a neat guy” I cringed at my questionable choice of words.

She snorted, “Neat?”

“Yeah. Neat”

“You hate him”

I quickly turned to face her with panic in my eyes. “What? No I never said that”

She rolled her eyes, “You didn’t have to. I know you Spence”

“I swear I don’t hate him. I just have to get to know him better, that’s all” I assured her. I really didn’t wanna spoil her day, after all she is really excited to have him here. Besides I don’t wanna have to explain the reason why I hate him.

We got our coffee and pastries and went back to the table, where García was still talking on and on. Y/n went to sit next to him, but she was still directly in front of me. So I could see every smile towards him, every endearing look, every sweet touch. It was driving me crazy.

Of course she’s like that. She’s sweet and kind and friendly. But I can read his body language like an open book. He’s attracted to her; and he doesn’t see me as competition. Why would he?

That’s when I spotted it. He discretely placed his hand on her knee for a moment. It was almost completely unnoticeable, but I noticed it. I also noticed the way she became a bit flustered. This made me angry.

James started to go on and on about his job as a surgeon—of course he’s a surgeon—and all the crazy stories and lives he’s saved. Y/n and García were were lapping it up.

“Yeah if I had gotten there a minute later that man would’ve died. Good thing somebody thought to ask for a doctor” he boasted, feigning humility though.

“Wow that’s incredible—” García began to say, awestruck.

I bud in, “Actually with a stab wound to the leg chances are he probably could’ve held on long enough to get to the hospital. If the knife remained in the leg of course” I took a sip of my coffee nonchalantly.

He chuckled nervously, “Well yeah, of course. But at the time I didn’t know how long it’d been when I found him and I didn’t wanna take any chances. But hey you really know your stuff”

“I should hope so, I’m a doctor too. Times three actually” I did some boasting of my own and watched as the cocky expression fell off his face. I then noticed y/n’s irritated expression intensify.

“Whoa, does that mean you have—”

“Three phd’s? Yes”

Y/n quickly added, “Well it’s not like you can actually practice medicine. He just likes to know everything about everything”

What is her problem?

“Well I saved your life that one time didn’t I?” I snapped.

She glared at me. I had to hide a smirk behind my cup.

“Wait I haven’t heard this story” James seemed to be completely oblivious to what was going on, but he was intrigued nonetheless.

I winced, “Ooh sorry that’s actually classified information. Anywho I have to get back to the bureau; paperwork. See you guys later”

I quickly got up and walked out before y/n could get another word in because at that point I was fuming.

But I’m not really angry. Why should I be angry about them being attracted to each other? It makes a hell of a lot more sense than her being attracted to me.

I’m hurt. But I hurt myself by getting my hopes up.

And I’m annoyed. Annoyed that y/n acted that way with me. What was that even about?

~~~

About an hour later I see them arrive. Penelope says goodbye to James and heads to her cave. I can see y/n and James through the glass doors but I can’t hear what they’re saying.

I just sit there and watch as they talk and laugh together so naturally.

He stands with confidence. As I observe him I subconsciously straighten my own posture slightly. Maybe she doesn’t like men who slouch.

They say their goodbyes with one final hug and he leaves. She then turns slightly and spots me, I notice her tense up and flare her nostrils a bit.

She’s mad at me.

I decide to walk over to her, through the glass doors.

“What is your problem?” She immediately confronts me.

“What do you mean?” I play coy which only seems to irritate her more. Shit.

“You we’re being such a dick back there!”

“How was I being a dick?” We both start raising our voices.

“The way you treated James, how you felt the need to be a show off and make him feel bad. And I knew from the start you didn’t like him; for no good reason might I add!” She got red in the face which I have to admit is kinda cute but despite that she’s quite scary when she’s mad.

“I simply corrected him and stated the facts, I am a doctor. What I don’t get is why you had to come in and minimize that”

“Because you were being a dick!” She yelled out and we both realized the people on the other side of the doors could hear.

She spoke in a lower tone now, “Why don’t you like him? He was being so nice to you”

“Yeah of course he was. He doesn’t see me as a threat” I blurted, her brows were drawn together in confusion.

“What?”

I sighed. I might as well just say it at this point.

“He’s attracted to you, y/n. I could see it clear as day and he was being nice to me because obviously he doesn’t see me as a threat or competition by any means”

Y/n looked like the puzzle pieces were falling in place inside her mind. “Spence, is that what this is about? You’re jealous?” I saw the anger dissolve from her face and be replaced with concern.

I looked down at my feet, “How can I be jealous with someone who isn’t mine? It just sucked to see you with him. He’s handsome and confident and you two get along so well and he makes you smile. And of course he’d be attracted to you, who wouldn’t be?”

Y/n stepped closer and took my hand to stop my rambling, “Spence, slow down” she giggled, it made me smile.

“You’re overthinking this way too much. What makes you think I like him back?”

I shrugged, still not meeting her gaze. She put her finger under my chin and gently forced me to look at her.

“I think the better question is what makes you think I wouldn’t like you?” She smiled.

“You like me?” I felt myself start to blush.

“Yeah dummy! I thought it was obvious. You know for a genius you can be a bit of an idiot sometimes” we both laughed.

“I guess I find it hard to believe” I admitted bashfully.

She placed her hand on my cheek, “Spencer you’re an amazing guy. You’re kind, caring, thoughtful, incredibly handsome, funny, you’re always making me smile; way more than James ever does. And I like you just the way you are, awkwardness and all. ” she gave my cheek a few soft taps and we laughed again.

“I thought it was obvious I’m crazy for you too” I said.

“Well, I kinda figured. You’re not very discreet” she teased and I pushed her playfully which made her giggle. God I love that giggle.

“You know what?” I walked over to the elevators and pressed the button.

“What are you doing?” She asked. Once the doors opened I grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

She was still confused when the doors closed and I pulled her in for a kiss. It was the boldest thing I’ve ever done, but she gave me the confidence to do it.

And boy was it worth it. My whole face tingled as our lips connected. Her lips felt even better than I ever imagined. She melted into my arms and I could smell that familiar vanilla scent once again.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and I tightened my grip around her waist. She felt warm and soft. She felt safe. I wanted to hold her like this forever.

Our lips parted but my eyes wouldn’t open, I was in pure bliss in that moment. I heard her giggle an get on her tippy toes to kiss both my eyelids.

I opened my eyes to find her smiling at me. That smile that forced me to smile because it was so damn contagious.

“I think we can add good kisser to the list of reasons why I like you” she whispered in my ear and we laughed together.

I start to flinch and giggle. “What’s the matter?” he asks innocently, but now he’s tickling me harder and I can’t form any words. He chuckles, “What is it baby?” he asks once more but I’m in a fit of laughter at this point, running out of breath.

“Please! Ah, s-stop!” I plea in pants, unable to stop my laughter and too weak to get him off me.

We stumble on the bed, I fall on top of him and he finally stops, but we’re still laughing.

I swat his chest, “Peter you know how much I hate being tickled!”

“But you look so cute when you’re laughing uncontrollably” he says with a big grin and I can’t help but smile back.

We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before I lean down to kiss him. It’s slow and soft but it quickly heats up. Suddenly we can’t get enough of each other. I straddle his lap and can already feel his bulge growing harder.

He’s quick to take off my top and my bra; and even quicker to attach his mouth to my chest. I moan softly. His hands run up and down my back until reaching my ass and squeezing tightly.

I begin to grow desperate so I grind on his bulge, earning me a groan from him. I grind harder.

“Somebody’s needy today” he teases.

“Shut up” I reply before kissing him hungrily. He holds me with both arms so tightly and yet I still feel like we’re not close enough.

Suddenly he’s flipping us over and moving me so my head rests on his pillows. A small whimper escapes my lips at the loss of contact.

He cocked his head and smirked. “Don’t get greedy on me baby”. Then proceeded to take off his shirt in the sexiest way possible.

He then leans down to kiss me, or so I thought. He hovers right over my lips and when I lean forward to kiss him he pulls away ever so slightly. I glare at him but he just has that goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Stop teasing me Parker” I say through gritted teeth.

He just keeps smiling at me lazily while his hand trails down my body until he reaches the top of my sweatpants. He starts to trace circles around my lower stomach, slipping under the hem of my pants and tugging lightly.

“Peter,” it comes out in a whisper.

“Yes darlin’?” his voice is low and playful.

But mine is pleading, “Touch me”.

And as if I had clicked the magic switch, his eyes darken and his smirk fades away. He attacks my lips hungrily as his hands work on removing all barriers that stand between him and my now aching core.

Once all my clothes are off his hand starts to wander around my inner thighs, my outer lips, and they brush over my clit, causing me to whine into his mouth.

Then his fingers return to my extremely sensitive bud and softly rub circles on it. I moan lewdly, unable to control my reactions to his touch anymore.

He then inserts one finger inside, slowly moving it inside, instantly hitting the right spot.

I disconnect my mouth from his, “Oh fuck”.

We’re both panting at this point, he always gets so excited to hear me moan. He sits back, one finger inside of with the other hand rubbing my clit, staring at me while I moan and writhe uncontrollably.

“Shit baby, you look so pretty” he says, which only eggs me on even more. He mumbles something along the lines of “I gotta taste you” before lowering himself at eye level with my pussy.

He spreads my legs wider and wastes no time. He starts to lick and suck like his life depends on it and it’s driving me wild. He groans into me,sending sweet vibrations through my core and my eyes roll back as the overwhelming pleasure takes over my body.

And as if it weren’t enough already, he inserts two of his fingers in me. This sent me over the edge in a matter of seconds. Next thing I know I’m moaning out so loud he has to quickly slap a hand over my mouth; it doesn’t stop him from riding out my orgasm though.

I’m still so desperate for him so I pull him up and say, “Fuck me Peter, please”.

He grins and says, “With pleasure” and quickly takes off the remainder of his clothes. He quickly reaches over to the drawer of his night stand and takes out a condom. I instinctively take it and put it on for him after giving him a few pumps; he’s leaking with precum.

He puts my legs over his shoulders and leans down to kiss me just as he inserts himself in me. He goes slow so I can adjust. Once he bottoms out we both sigh with pure bliss.

In a few minutes we fall into the perfect sensual rhythm. It’s slow but it’s hard and deep, each stroke hits just right. He lowers my legs back down so he can get our bodies closer. It’s skin on skin and I could stay like this forever. He grabs my face with both hands and pushes my hair away.

His face contorts beautifully with pleasure as he says, “I love you” in that whiny voice I love so much.

I give him a smile and say, “I love you more” and we hold each other tightly as he continues to fuck me harder and harder. The pace is still slow, but it’s cathartic.

He starts kissing my neck and I can feel my second orgasm coming. I moan into his ear, “Baby,”.

“Mhm?”

“I’m cumming”

“Hold on for me baby, just a little bit longer” he pants and I feel his hot breath on my neck.

“I can’t Pete, I—”

Suddenly we hear what I feared most; Aunt May.

“Peter you home?” she says just as she’s opening the door.

Peter yells out, “May don’t!” as he tries to cover us but it’s too late, she’s seen us.

She yelps and quickly shuts the door followed by a frantic, “Sorry! So sorry!”.

Peter sighs in relief once she’s gone, meanwhile I’m frozen, unable to process what just happened.

Judging by the wide eyes look on his face I’m guessing my expression reads one thing: terror.

“Y/n, you okay?” he asks hesitantly.

I just nod. He struggles to hold back his laughter. “You don’t seem okay”.

“No no, I’m fine. It’s not like your aunt just saw us FUCKING OR ANYTHING!” I begin to freak out.

Peter giggles as he tries to calm me down, “Baby it’s not like she thinks we’re virgins or anything”.

I sit up, leaning on his headboard, “Yeah! But knowing something and seeing something are two very different things!”.

“It’s fine. I can assure you she’s just as mortified as you. But she’ll get over it and so will you”

“And you’re not?!” I exclaim, shocked that he seems to be taking this so lightly.

He laughs, “Well yeah I’m embarrassed but it’s kinda funny don’t you think?”

“No Peter, I don’t think it’s funny” I say dead serious but he just continues to laugh.

“Stop laughing!” I protest but he doesn’t stop.

He takes my face in his hands and kisses my forehead, “You’re adorable”.

I give him a pout and reply with, “No, I’m traumatized” which only makes him laugh more. At this point I can’t help but laugh a bit too.

“What happened to the Peter tingle?” I questioned.

Your POV

I walk in the door and I’m immediately met with rose petals on the floor and the sound of careless whisper in the background. The whole apartment is only lit up by candlelight. I can’t help but giggle and blush as I drop my things and take off my shoes.

“Spence? What is thi—” I’m left speechless as I spot Spencer leaning on the doorframe of my room, with a suit and no shirt on.

I can’t deny he looks incredibly sexy, but the poor thing doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself.

I chuckle a bit and he smiles nervously at me. “Baby what is all this?”

He walks over to me and grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. “Take off your clothes”

I can tell he’s nervous, he took a big gulp after giving me the command. If it weren’t for his demeanor I’d drop my panties on the spot; but I can tell something’s not right.

“Baby this isn’t like you, what’s—”

Spencer cuts me off with a passionate kiss. It’s an amazing kiss I’ll give him that, but still, something’s off.

“I said take off your clothes,” he hesitates for a second, “I’m gonna fuck you all night babygirl”

I cringe, he cringes in response. He lets out a frustrated sigh and drops his head on my shoulder.

I run my fingers through his long messy hair. “Spencer, tell me what’s going on. Clearly something’s wrong”

He sighs again and lifts his head back up to face me. “Morgan told me to do this. He told me women like masculine, dominant men. And he told me to wear this and say those things and I listened to him because—” he stopped himself.

“Because what baby?”

“Because I’m afraid I’m not manly or strong enough for you and Morgan is the poster child for manliness”

I can’t help but laugh in amusement at how much this genius has over complicated things for himself.

“Spencer, listen to me,” I put my arms over his neck and he kept his hands on my waist. “I fell in love with you, not Morgan. If I wanted a man like Morgan I would be with a man like Morgan. You are incredibly sexy to me just the way you are okay? And a big alpha male personality with big muscles doesn’t determine how masculine you are. You could be in a pretty dress and still be the manliest man in the room”

Spencer smiled at the idea and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “I love you pretty boy, just the way you are” I looked into his eyes and his blush intensified.

“I love you too y/n”

That’s when the idea popped in my head and a devilish grin creeped on my face.

He furrowed his brows in confusion, “What are you thinking?”

“Well,” I ran my hands down his chest and abdomen, “while I can’t deny you look very sexy in this suit, I have something else for you that I’ve been dying for you to wear; for me?” I look up at him with big doe eyes and he smiles.

“What it is darling?” His voice deepens.

“Hold on,” I run excitedly to my room and dig for the paper bag in my closet. “Close your eyes!” I yell out to him. The wonderful voice of George Michael still playing in the background.

I take out a little pink lacey babydoll dress and matching lacey panties. Just thinking about him wearing it turns me on.

I run back out to find him with his eyes closed. I hold the pieces in front of me. “Open your eyes”

He opens his eyes and they go wide, but so does his grin.

“Remember how we talked about me being into you wearing stuff like this?” I ask

“Yeah”

“Well I got this for you. Would you like to put it on?”

He reached out to touch the lacey dress and blushes.

“Yes, I would” he says with full confidence.

I can’t help getting all giddy and excited. He takes the pieces and goes into the bathroom. And I wait for him whilst being filled with anticipation.

He walks out and the moment I lay my eyes on him I can feel myself get instantly wet.

Before me stands Dr. Spencer Reid in a pink lacey babydoll and matching panties that can barely contain his slightly erect dick.

Holy shit

“Oh” a mixture of surprise and a small moan escapes my lips.

“Oh good? Oh bad?” He asked nervously

“Oh absolutely wonderful” I strode towards him to kiss him, pulling him towards me hungrily. He pulled me closer as well, as if desperate to feel more of me. And the more we pulled the more I felt his arousal grow; whilst mine pooled in my panties.

I broke the kiss to ask, “How do you feel?”

He smiled, “I-I feel really sexy” he laughed as if in disbelief that he felt this way.

“You look sexy” I affirmed, gawking at him and palming his growth.

He was caught off guard by my gesture and groaned with pleasure. Lust began taking over.

“Do you still wanna dominate me?”

“No”

“Then what do you want baby boy?” I whispered into his lips and his eyes fluttered closed.

“I want you to dominate me. And I wanna make you feel good” He moaned as I rubbed his cock that was begging to break free of the thin lace panties.

I tug on the back of his hair, “Where are your manners?”

“Ah! C-can I please make you feel good mommy?” His voice is whiny and pathetic, and I love it.

“Yes you can baby boy”

We kissed again. Sloppy and wet. His tongue danced with mine and my teeth pulled on his pretty bottom lip. I never stopped rubbing his dick and I can tell it’s driving him mad. His breathing is staggered and his kisses are hungry and desperate.

I pushed him to the wall and took off my shirt. I stared at him; his needy, disheveled self. He looked so pretty as he begged me to touch him with his eyes.

“Look at you, you’re such a mess, puppy. Do you wanna cum?” I teased with a mocking pout.

He nodded vigorously. That won’t do.

“Use your words Spencer”

“Yes, yes I wanna cum so badly please” he moaned, meanwhile I wasn’t even touching him.

“Not yet baby boy, first I’m gonna ride your face. You can’t touch yourself. And after I’m done I’m gonna suck that pretty cock of yours,” I leaned into his ear, licking his earlobe, making him shudder and said, “and if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck my face”

“Shit” he cursed under his breath.

“Go lay on the bed” I commanded and he practically ran to the bed and laid down. Meanwhile I took off the rest of my clothes. I walked over to him and positioned myself right above his face.

He stared up at me with admiration as his hands caressed my thighs and ass.

I combed my fingers through his hair and asked, “Are you ready baby?”

He nodded, “Yes mommy”

I love hearing that almost as much as he loves saying it.

I lowered myself on his face as he stared into my core, filled with anticipation. He attached his lips to mine and stuck out his tongue to lick a long stripe through my folds. A small moan escapes my mouth and I feel his hips buck desperately behind me.

Spencer continues to lick, slowly picking up his pace, as I start grinding back and forth on his face. Sometimes I worry about him not being able to breathe but he’s assured me he’ll let me know when he’s about to pass out.

My hands are now tangled in his hair, pulling and gripping as he sends tingling sensations through my body with his mouth. I’m a moaning, panting mess as I ride his face and he groans into my pussy in response.

“Fuck baby that feels so good” I breathe out.

“Am I being a good boy?” He says in between kisses with my folds.

“So good”

“Can I please touch myself?” He begs. I feel him writhing desperately under me, bucking his hips, his hands itching to touch himself. He’s so needy.

“You know I love it when you beg pretty boy but don’t be greedy”

He whines in frustration but I know he won’t disobey me. And he secretly loves it when I don’t give him what he wants.

His hands grip into my thighs as his licking and sucking intensifies. At this point I’m screaming. I feel the pressure building and rising and—

“Oh Spence!” I cry out as my orgasm rises and pulses through my body. I shake uncontrollably and he has to keep my thighs from crushing him.

I ride out my high before moving away from his face. I’m met with his messy hair, his red cheeks and glossy lips that have been coated with my wetness. I kiss him and taste myself. I then start leaving trails of licks and kisses down his neck, earning me a few wonderful whimpers.

“You want me to mark you?” I stare up at him.

“Y-yes please”

I move further down to his chest and start leaving a few hickeys. Some on his chest, some on his stomach. Once I reach just above his lacey panties, where his cock is peaking out I stop and he whines.

He lifts his head to look at me and I tell him to stand up.

“My knees will give out” he pants.

“You’re gonna have to be strong if you wanna fuck my face baby” that was more than enough motivation.

Once we’re off the bed I get on my knees in front of him. I start to rub his erection through the panties whilst he pets my head.

“God I love you in these” I gawk at how sexy he looks right now. And to think Morgan told him to be more macho.

I pull the panties down and his cock springs free. I start to pump very slowly and stare right at him. He’s trying his hardest to keep his eyes open and maintain eye contact cause he knows I love it.

My pace is still painfully slow as I introduce my tongue and just lick around the tip. I feel his knees shaking and hear whimpers and groans escape his lips. He’s getting impatient.

“Use your words puppy”

“Oh, fuck, please” he pants

“Please what?” I tease

“Please mommy, suck my dick. I can’t take it anymore” a single tear falls down his cheek.

I pout at him, actually feeling a bit of pity for him, “Poor baby. Okay, I’ll suck your dick and you can fuck my face. Fuck it until you cum”

He nods vigorously, I’ll let it slide this time.

And so I don’t tease him any longer. I take all of him in my mouth and begin to suck. A string of cuss words and moans can be heard and the sweet sounds make me wet all over again. I slip my hand down and start rubbing my clit.

“That’s…not…fair” he protests in between his groans of pleasure.

“Who makes the rules baby boy? Hmm?” I continue to pump his dick.

“Ugh come on” he groans again, desperate to have my mouth back on his cock.

“Answer the question and my throat is yours”

“You,” he blurts out, “you make the rules mommy” he bucks his hips into my hand.

“Good boy” I moan as I’m still fingering myself.

I put his dick back in my mouth and let him start to buck his hips into it. He knows not to go too far but he occasionally makes me gag a bit. His knees are shaking again, and his face is scrunching up in the cutest way. He’s nearing his orgasm and so am I.

“Oh baby I’m gonna—” he doesn’t finish his sentence as with his last few strokes he’s cuming into my mouth. He lets out one last cry of pure ecstasy. I make sure to get every last drop as my orgasm is still rising. He abruptly lifts me up and throws me on the bed, he leans down and starts to lick my clit aggressively, helping me reach my climax.

I only last a few more seconds before I’m convulsing on the bed once more. Once we’ve both ridden our highs he drops down onto the bed next to me.

The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing. We look at each other and laugh.

“Hey that was pretty dominant” I say, referring to his last move.

He chuckles, “Yeah I guess so. I won’t do it again if you don’t—”

“No I liked it,” I reassured him. He smiled.

“I just want you to feel comfortable with me baby. And if you wanna try something different, if you wanna be more dominant, I’m okay with that” I turned on my side to face him, he does the same.

“Thank you. And I might try it. But I enjoy the way we do it now” he pushes a strand of hair away from my face.

I take his hand and kiss it, “You like being my bitch?”

This earns me a cackle from him, I laugh along with him. “Whatever makes you happy”

I smile. “Well if you wanna make me happy, never take that off”

“You know it’s actually pretty comfortable. Could we get more?” He looks down at himself and plays with the edges of the lace.

I’m standing in the kitchen making myself a coffee and I feel the presence of someone behind me; it’s Spencer.

He stands right behind me and says lowly, “You’re in the way”

I ignore him.

He sighs and simply leans forward to reach over me for a mug in the top cabinet. His body is practically pressing against mine and I freeze in place. The way he towers over me makes my mind run wild with very inappropriate scenarios.

God y/n snap out of it.

“Must you always be a nuisance?” He mumbled.

“Must you always be an uptight prick?” I mumbled back.

He dropped his spoon and inhaled sharply through his nose, clearly irritated.

I sneak a glance at him and notice his under eye circles are deeper and darker than usual.

“You look like hell” I say.

“Gee thanks y/n! I feel like it too” he said sarcastically.

He was pissed. There was definitely something else going on because I had barely said anything and he was already in a mood.

“Wow, the stick is really up your ass today huh?” I spoke without a second thought. And when I saw the death glare he sent me I regretted it; I regret poking the bear.

His eyes pierced my soul as he stepped forward, eliminating the distance between us and towering over me. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. He looked like he wanted to grab me but didn’t.

I watched as his hand flexed and closed into a firm fist, then fell onto the counter next to me. He took a deep breath and quickly left without saying a word.

I was frozen in place once again, dazed, confused, and slightly turned on for some reason.

~~~

It’s been a slow day of just paperwork. For the first time in weeks we don’t have a case. A case would be handy right about now to keep my mind off Spencer.

I’ve been mostly day dreaming and trying to sneak glances at him. He seems to be focused on his work and it’s so sexy.

He’s rolled up the sleeves of his button up shirt, exposing his forearms. They’re stronger and veiner than I expected.

I watch the way he licks his lips every few minutes, the way he rubs his temple with his middle finger when he’s stumped on something, the way he occasionally runs his hands through his messy hair.

I’m getting all hot n’ bothered in my desk at 2:34 in the afternoon. This is ridiculous.

I abruptly stand up and stomp over to García’s lair.

I burst in, “García give me something to do”

“Don’t you have like tons of paperwork?” She turns around in her swivel chair.

“Yes,” I begrudgingly admit, “but it’s boring. I need something else. Anything.”

She sighs and looks over her desk to see if she can find something for me to do. “Oh!” She exclaims.

“Here,” she rolls over to me with a flash drive in her hand. “There’s some files in here we need to print”

I scrunch up my face in confusion, “What for?”

“Small town police station that only uses paper and the one computer they do have is older than Rossi” she rolls her eyes.

I can’t help but laugh, “Okay Pen, you got it”

I take the flash drive and walk out as I hear her very enthusiastic “Thank youuuu!” from behind me.

~~~

There’s a lot of files to print so I’m in the copy room for a while. This is somehow even more boring than the paperwork.

After about fifteen minutes I hear the door open behind me and an annoyed scoff.

I wonder who it could be.

Of course it’s Spencer Reid, the very man I’m trying to escape.

I sigh, “What are you doing here Reid?” I keep my back to him.

“I came here to work out—what do you think I’m doing here y/n?” He said very sarcastically.

It’s the second time he’s been extra nasty towards me today and not in a good way.

“Okay what’s your issue?” I blurt out, turning to face him only to find him just a few centimeters away from my face.

“It’s quite simple; you” he replies.

I scoff. “Look I know you don’t like me, I don’t like you either. But if you have an actual problem with me just say so. Don’t go around being all passive aggressive with me; I’m not JJ”

His mouth fell slightly open and he glared at me. I glared back.

“Yeah I have a problem with you y/n, in fact I have many. So many I wouldn’t even know where to start”

“Well start somewhere bud because I have plenty of time” I cross my arms over my chest and lift up my chin. We’re still quite close to each other and I’m backed up against the printer.

He nods while pursing his lips as he looks away for a second. He looks back at me and gets closer, lower, and says lowly, “You really wanna know my problem with you?”

I gulp. Admittedly I’m all bark and little bite. And seeing the dark look on Spencer’s face is making me very nervous.

“The memory of your lips on mine. How good it felt. How much I wanna do it again,” he pushed me fully up against the printer and placed both his hands on it at my sides, getting at eye level with me.

“How much I wanna taste more of you” he practically whispered now as he stared at my lips. “And I hate that I can’t get you out of my head y/n. It drives me insane. I couldn’t sleep last night. Instead my head was flooded with how much I want—no, need you”

“Spencer I-” I can’t even remember what I was trying to say. All I remember is Spencer cutting me off with a kiss. A quick yet deep kiss that left me wanting more.

He pulled away and said, “Meet me in the men’s bathroom in the hallway with no cameras in eight minutes. Make sure nobody sees you” and walked out.

“What the fuck just happened?” I whispered to myself as my lips tingled with the phantom feeling of his lips.

Am I really gonna meet him in the bathroom? If I do what’s gonna happen? Well I have an idea of what could happen; it’s precisely what I’ve been day dreaming of non stop. I wanna go. I wanna do bad things with that man.

Once the eight minutes are up I decide I’m gonna wait one minute more and see what happens. He seems like the type that would punish me for being late. He already berates me about my tardiness daily.

Now that nine minutes have passed I leave the copy room and make sure nobody is around. I make my way to the hallway with no cameras and once I’m sure nobody will catch me I walk into the men’s room.

As soon as I open the door a strong hand pulls me in by my arm and then pushes me up against the wall. Spencer immediately locks the door. He puts one hand on the wall next to my head and another next to my waist.

He leans in, “You’re a minute late”

“Upset I made you wait?” I tease.

“I don’t think you realize how badly I want you y/n. I’m not even ashamed of admitting it anymore. And since you came in here I can assume you want me too, is that right?”

I nod as I stare into his lust filled eyes. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer.

“Use your words kitten” he growls.

I can feel the wetness in my panties grow more and more. “Yes, I want you Spencer” my voice betrays me so it comes out as a whisper.

He smirks devilishly before pulling me in more and kissing me again. This time it’s hungrier, desperate. We both pull at each other’s clothes to somehow get closer to each other. There’s a growing heat between us and it’s taking over.

He grabs my ass with both hands then moves them to my thighs to lift me up; my legs are now wrapped around his hips and I can feel his hard arousal.

The kiss is sloppy with tongues tangled and teeth clashing. Fingers tangled in hair and moans trapped in the middle of it all. It’s chaotic to say the least but we both need more.

He moves us over to the sink tabletop and plops me down; my legs still straddling him. He unbuttons my shirt clumsily and I breathe out, “If you rip my shirt I’ll kill you” and he chuckled. But it was dark, as if he took it as a challenge. Thankfully though he didn’t rip my shirt.

Instead I was met with his warm sweet mouth on my skin. He kissed and licked up my stomach and chest. He pulled my bra down and I could’ve sworn I heard a small whimper escape his lips at the sight of my breasts.

But the moans escaping my lips were undeniable as he sucked softly on my nipples. My vision was blurry. I was overwhelmed with lust for the last man I ever expected to feel lust for. Yet here I am, at his mercy, buckling my hips frantically, desperate for more.

He stopped and looked up at me, “Easy kitten, we’ll get there” with a smirk that made me want to slap him across the face.

“Stop teasing me Reid” I said through gritted teeth.

He got up and said, “Okay,” as he traced his finger up my core, “but you can’t make any noise”

This motherfucker.

And so he started tracing circles over my clit through my pants. I was so sensitive, every nerve was aching for his touch. He began kissing me again. And I had to make him suffer so I started palming his dick through his pants.

I felt him shudder and heard him groan, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You bitch” he breathed out in between heavy panting. I simply smiled again and said, “No noise”

He grunted in annoyance but buckled his hips into my hand, craving more friction. And it was as if we read each other’s thoughts when we began taking each other’s pants off at the same time.

We continued kissing as we lined up our bodies, we were both too turned on to keep waiting. I pumped his dick which was fully erect to the point where it almost looked painful and oozing with precum. He started panting loudly so I put my finger up to his lips and said, “Shh, no noise” with a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah?” he replied. And next thing I know he was lifting me onto his dick.

He’s…big, to say the least. So it hurt, but it was the good kinda pain. I moaned, loudly. He quickly placed a hand over my mouth and smiled at me as he slowly thrusted into me.

I had to keep my eyes from rolling back as the waves of pleasure washed over me. My entire body was tingling. His thrusts started getting faster and faster and I was already nearing my climax.

I don’t know what was blowing my mind more; how good he was fucking me or the fact that the man fucking me this good was Dr. Spencer Reid.

Suddenly we hear a stern knock at the door followed by a, “Reid, you in there?”. It was Hotch.

Shit shit shit

Reid took a second to compose himself well enough to respond, “Yeah! Sorry I think I had some bad Thai food last night.” But he hasn’t stopped. He’s still fucking me into oblivion. I’m holding onto his neck and shoulders for dear life.

“It’s alright I just need you to verify something for me from today’s paper work so I can send it” Hotch replies from the other side of the door.

“Okay I’ll be out in a minute!” Reid replies and we hear Hotch’s footsteps getting farther away.

I look at him and say, “A minute?”

He looks back at me and grins, “I said I’d be out in a minute, you and I will be done in 30 seconds”

My brain was mush at that point, his thrusts were getting harder and deeper.

“Count back, 25, 24,” he started.

“23, 22, 21–shit Spence, 19” I continued but I could barely form words.

He was hitting my g spot over and over again. I threw my head back and moaned the numbers, “15, 14, 13–oh Spencer!”

He covered my mouth again and continued counting for me, though I could tell he was struggling, his knees were getting shaky and his thrusts sloppy.

He kissed me once more before there were only five seconds left. “5, 4, 3, 2–oh!” he gasped as we both came together.

I was almost screaming but it was muffled by his hand as my orgasm crashed my body and caused me to shake and spasm. His knees gave out and he fell forward.

We held each other as we both caught our breath and I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy.

Once he regained some strength he straightened himself and put his pants back on. He then quickly got paper with water and helped me clean off.