#spence x reader

with an erratic heartbeat, you took the short steps toward him. your heart, it was beating so hard because you had undressed for him, leaving only your thong—for him to take off.

as soon as you reached him, he grabbed your nape, threaded his fingers into your hair, and then buried his face in your neck. he made a masculine noise of satisfaction that you could feel deep in your stomach, before it settled into a weight between your legs. you rocked back, not fighting him, but shaken with this lightning bolt exploding in my chest and fizzing through your veins.

your breasts pressed against his hard, warm abs and a shiver rolled through you. djed ran his face up and down your neck, as though he was savoring your smell, or maybe languishing in the fact that he’d caught his next meal.

“fuck. you feel good,” he groaned against your throat.

he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you, setting you close to eye-level on the island. the counter was cold against your thighs as he stepped between them, forcing them further apart.

your heartbeat drummed in your ears, and a cold sensation crept through you. he pressed his lips to your throat, kissing a slow line down it. each one sent a sizzle between your legs, and you tilted your head to give him more access, a moan escaping your lips.

“spread your legs.” djed’s command was cold, rough, and rattled the existing fear.

with an unsteady inhale, you complied.

his palms ran up your legs as you did so, his thumbs pressing into your inner thighs with a harshness that made your stomach tighten in an unexpected way. his rough hands felt so absolute against your soft skin.

legs spread, cool air brushed your panties and you were suddenly aware of how wet they were. his gaze touched you there, warm and thrilling yet still tinged with anger.

he yanked you closer by the back of the neck until your bare breasts pressed against his chest. your breathing was erratic as he growled in your ear,

“you’re so goddamn hot it pisses me off.” and then he nipped your neck, hard.

you yelped at the short pain, but it turned into a moan when his thumb pressed down on your clit through the fabric of your thong. his grip tightened in your hair, forcing your head back, and then he sucked a nipple into his mouth. a spark ignited in your lower stomach, the flame spreading through your body like wildfire.

he brushed his thumb over your clit, up and down, while holding a fistful of your hair so you couldn’t even look down. he groaned from deep in his chest and switched breasts, licking and then sucking with a slight scrape of teeth.

an embarrassing sound escaped you, but you were so hot everywhere you didn’t care.

you leaned back on your hands, your hips starting to rock under his touch. his mouth was so hot as he licked and played with your breasts, until you thought you would die from it. when his hands left you, protest screamed in your veins.

with a dark gaze that wasn’t entirely angry anymore, he fisted your thong at your hip and pulled it down your thighs, dropping it to the floor.

you spread your legs once more, past the point of rational thought. his gaze fell between your thighs. he gave his head a shake, running a hand down his shirt.

“fuck.” that’s all he said, before his arms wrapped around the backs of your thighs, he jerked you to the edge of the counter, and then his head lowered between them. you shuddered under the first hot, wet touch of his tongue.

a deep rush of pleasure flooded you, a stronger wave rolling through you at every soft, slow lap he took from the entrance to your clit.

this man was being surprisingly gentle, reverent, in what he was doing. something touched you in the chest.

however, he wasn’t that docile.

his arms held you so securely you couldn’t move your hips an inch, while he took his time licking you, like he was doing it for himself and not you.

“oh, god,” you moaned, digging your hands into his thick locks, running your blunt nails against his scalp.

“what’s my name?” he rasped before his tongue pushed into your entrance.

you made a throaty, porny noise you never knew you were capable of.

when you didn’t answer, his mouth left you, and his smoldering gaze found yours. his words were sharp. “what’s my name?”

“spence,” you breathed.

his eyes flashed, and then a feeling of fullness came over you when he slipped one finger inside you. pleasure ignited, the wick burning through your bloodstream. he held his finger still and you tried to rock, but his grip around one thigh was immovable.

“name?” he pressed.

you shook your head, hating this game. you had “spence” on the tip of your tongue, but when he pulled out his finger and then plunged two inside you hard, you choked on it and it unwillingly came out as “djed.”

a tremor went through you when his mouth found your clit, licking and sucking while his fingers moved in and out of you, again and again. he did it so leisurely, making deep noises of satisfaction every once in a while.

djed was taking his time, slowing down when the pressure built, driving you mad until “please,” escaped your lips. then his fingers curled inside of you, the flame growing hotter.

when he slowed again, you shook your head in panic, your hands tugging at his hair. you didn’t know what you’d turned into, but all you found yourself repeating was “please,” over and over. he finally gave you what you wanted. his firm laps steady, he fingered you faster, harder, until there was nothing but deep, hot pressure.

his dark gaze found yours.

your last thought before the final please left your lips and the pressure exploded through your veins like an inferno was: he loves to be begged. the fire dissipated into a languid heat, spreading tingles throughout.

as you lay against the counter, slack, you pulsed around his fingers, and he only made out with your inner thigh and continued to slowly move them in and out until it stopped.

you let out a shaky breath, running your fingers through his hair, not ready to let it go.

he gave your thighs a last lingering kiss before coming eye-level to you. the air stilled. indecision shook in your hands. your heartbeats danced, warmed, pulsed like they were finally alive.

“jesus, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.”

satisfaction still shimmering with an orange glow dripped into your chest like a leaky tap. “thank you,” you breathed, your cheeks flushed enough to singe if touched.

his eyes were heavy-lidded, the color brown intoxicated. his thumb grazed your lips and his words were coarse like he hadn’t spoken in a while. “you’re welcome.”

he left a streak of wetness across your mouth, and you knew it was of you. you drew your tongue across your bottom lip and licked it off.

his gaze flashed.

you couldn’t stop yourself. a tremor ran through you as you leaned forward, close enough your breaths intermixed. and then closer until your mouth brushed his.

so soft, so him, so yours.

when he parted his lips, you pressed yours to his and slid your tongue inside. a groan came from deep in his chest, his hands coming to rest on your hips and tightening there. you couldn’t help but feel the slight taste of yourself.

you pulled back, trying to catch your breath. but before you caught it, you leaned in and kissed him again. lazy and wet, you licked inside his mouth. his hand cupped the back of your head, and he sucked on your tongue. you moaned, your fingers running down his shirt that you were begging him to take off.

the next kiss was rough, with a scrape of his teeth before easing into a wet slide. your blood drummed in your ears, rushed through your veins, incinerated like fuel and flame.

he tasted like he smelled, and you couldn’t get enough. you were all over him, running your hands over his biceps, pecs, and into his hair. you kissed his throat with tongue, nipped at his earlobe, and sucked on his neck.

“enough,” djed growled with frustration, and fisted the hair at your nape to make you stop.

you pulled back with half-lidded eyes. your breasts brushed his chest, sending sizzles of pleasure lower and making you ache for friction.

“who fucks you?” he growled.

you shivered. “you do.”

“who else?”

“just you,” you breathed.

a rumble of satisfaction came from his chest, and he rested his forehead against yours. “i’m going to fuck you and then i’m going to come inside you. yeah?” his lips hovered above your own. “will you let me do that?”

“please come inside me,” you sighed against his lips.

he pressed his face against your throat, let out a masculine groan that sent goosebumps down your body, and bit your neck hard enough it would leave a mark.

you sat there with your arms around his shoulders, your breath fanning his throat. his presence soaked through your skin with each inhale. his touch and taste and smell sank so deep they filled the cracks of your heart.

he was becoming a drug, an addiction you would have to feed every day.

he was an infatuation, a craving, a need, and you were sure it was unrequited. but as your fingers ran down his neck and rested on his chest—

bu-bum.

bu-bum.

bu-bum.

[y/n] sat comfortably in spencer’s house reading a book they picked out of one of his many bookshelves, waiting for him to come home.

in the small time they have been together, it had become a ritual for [y/n] to be waiting at spencer’s house after a case. [y/n] would: cook a meal, both for spencer and them, light some candles, and wait for him on his sofa with a book. it was something that brought spencer and [y/n] comfort, as they both anxiously waited to see eachother after his cases.

after a hard case, this ritual had become extremely important to him as the case he was coming back from was particularly long. the time away from [y/n] made spencer realise that he missed his partner deeply, not just emotionally but physically too.

whilst he was on the case, trying to hunt down another white male in his late 30s, spencer could not get [y/n] out of his head. every time he came back to his hotel room, all he could think about was how he wished [y/n]’s arms were wrapped around him.

physical touch was something new they had introduced into the relationship and with spencer being a germaphobe, he hated touching, especially their hands. [y/n] was very apprehensive of introducing it into the relationship but it was something they deeply appreciated so they both decided they would slowly introduce it.

both [y/n] and spencer had been spending a lot of time at each others apartments and just before spencer left, both of them had just recently started sleeping in the same bed, cuddling each other to fall asleep. [y/n] had gotten used to this, so when spencer had to leave for his job, it meant that they missed having spencer wrapped in their arms dearly.

[y/n]’s thoughts were disrupted when they heard the lock turn and the door fling open, they quickly got up to greet their boyfriend, “hi, baby!” they smiled warmly and quickly embraced him.

“hi, my love,” he grinned, “what did you cook? it smells amazing.”

“i cooked your favourite!” they said excitedly.

spencer took this time to get changed from his work clothes, into comfortable wear. he made his way to the kitchen where [y/n] was cleaning the dishes they had dirtied because of the meal and he leaned against the doorframe, admiring his partner.

[y/n] finished cleaning the dishes and turned to walk out the room, “jesus spence, you scared me!” they said startled, walking past spencer to get to the living room.

spencer followed them as though he was a lost puppy, [y/n] plopped themselves on the sofa. spencer pouted at them and [y/n] looked at him curiously before asking, “what’s wrong spence?”

“i missed you so much during the case,” he whined as [y/n] stared at him lovingly, “all i could think about was your hugs, your kisses, your cuddles — all my thoughts were being invaded by you!” he explained, “it was almost like i was craving you but, i couldn’t even do anything about it since you where nowhere near me.”

[y/n] smiled at him, “oh yeah?”

“yeah.” he pouted, crossing his arms in the process.

“i think we should do something about that shouldn’t we?” spencer nodded eagerly.

[y/n] laid on the sofa, indicating to spencer to lie down with them. he quickly plopped himself onto [y/n] as they wrapped their arms around him, rubbing soothing circles into his back with one hand, and with the other, playing with his hair.

“mmmm, this feels so nice, thank you my love.” he said loving all the attention he was receiving.

“anything for you.” they said whilst smiling.

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“Hey, Spence,” I feel a gentle pressure fall on my already tired shoulders. When I look behind me, I could not be happier to carry the extra weight.

“Y/N!” I cheer, an uncontrollable smile breaking over my face.

“Are you alright?” They ask nervously.

My inappropriate joy remains.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well,” They respond cautiously, “I felt you looking at me across the bullpen and when I looked back, you seemed to be… brooding.”

My eyes shift to their feet. No way am I about to tell them why I was so upset.

“It’s nothing, Y/N. I promise,” I look back in their eyes. Fatal mistake.

I am almost too lost in them in all their wondrous glory to respond when they continue to comfort me.

“If you’re sure,” They slowly say, eyebrows knitting. “I’m always here if you need me, though. You know that… right?”

My nod is too vigorous and too late. Thank goodness for serial killers and their always dependable thirst to hunt. Hotch calls us all to attention and informs us we have a case briefing in the roundtable room in ten minutes.

“I can drive you home, Spence… If you’d like, that is,” Y/N mentions, picking up their bag from the desk chair we stand beside.

“I know you hate-” The look on my face when they travel up to meet it quiets them.

“What’s up?” They ask, sweet as ever.

I begin but Emily walks up behind me to ask a question for her case file.

“Yeah, absolutely!” They graciously exclaim after answering, “Night, Em. I love you.”

The smile on their face drops almost as quickly as the coffee in my hand.

“Oh my gosh, Spence! Are you okay?” They exclaim, dropping immediately to their knees, a box of Kleenex quickly swiped from their desk in hand.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so-” I cut off in favor of taking a nervous swallow when they look up at me, eyes wide below me.

As swiftly as the moment happened, it was over. I decided it would probably be good if I got down and helped clean my own shoes, too. Well, that was until-

“Ow!” Y/N yells, having just had my front teeth collide with the back of their ascending skull.

“Oh, god! I am so, so, so sorry!” I scream, only causing more of a ruckus, hesitating against my instinct to comfortingly reach for their arms.

“Are you alright? I am so, so sorry. I feel so bad, I-” I stop after having stumbled over something of immense importance.

“What did you just say?” I ask, certain my ears are playing tricks on me.

“I said, ‘God, Spencer, I wanted you to kiss me but is that really how you’re going to go about it?” I stare at them, eyes blown wide, “Especially for the first time, that was pretty bad. I thought you would be much better at that sort of thing.”

They giggle at my continuously nonplussed expression. Grabbing my hand, they begin to lead me out of our place of work by force.

“C’mon, Spence, you need sleep.”

I love them. Really, they are perfect.

They needed no directions (having already been a guest of honor in my home numerous times… which would only make sense as they are my home), they took the keys before I could even think about it, and they had their passenger seat adjusted to accommodate my long legs, for crying out loud!

When we arrive outside my apartment complex, I take an embarrassingly short amount of time to ask them to come in. Surprisingly, they give zero sign of hesitation.

The whole walk up the stairs reminds me why I want to spend every night making the trek with them. Honestly, everything about them reminds me why I want to spend all the moments I have to give with them.

I unlock the door and let them in. They make a beeline for my old, leather couch and by the time I have rid myself of my satchel, they look like they’ve been there for hours. I would have no objection either way.

Reaching over the arm of the couch, they poach the latest book I am working on off of the coffee table.

“What’s this about, Dr. Reid?” They ask in a humorous, overly formal tone that they know I love. They are thoroughly inspecting the back cover and unconsciously making me grin. They are just too adorable for it to be okay.

“I said, exp-” They stop, matching the brightness of my grin when they spot it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful,” I state simply.

They respond immediately in kind, “I could say the same about you, Spence.”

And, therein lies the problem.

“What? What did I say?” They rush in response to my sudden deflation, how I fall miserably to sit on the couch.

“Y/N, it is what you haven’t said!” I cry, mentally cursing the tears of frustration building on my lash line.

“I don’t-” They begin but I do not let them finish.

“I counted, Y/N! I counted. You have said some variation of ‘I love you’ to every single member of the team, past and present, at least 3,668 times since you joined four years ago. Every single member… but me.” I whine pathetically.

What makes it worse, however, is the giggle I hear beside me. I would never have believed it of them.

“Spence, I am so sorry. I don’t mean to laugh but… you are one of the best profilers I have ever encountered and you seriously have not figured it out?”

“No, Y/N! I haven’t! Please, enlighten me because it is the worst. I want you to- I want to believe you feel the…” I trail off in my sorrow.

“Spence,” They shift from amusement to seriousness instantaneously, “Please say it.”

“I need to know… I know it is selfish but I need to believe for my own sanity that you feel the same things I feel. The things I feel about you.” I mumble, looking pitifully down into my lap. It is this angle that allows me a perfect view of a sight I never want to forget.

Thank the heavens for eidetic memory.

Their hands reach out. Grasping mine tightly, they whisper, “Spence, when I tell the team I love them, it is entirely platonic or fraternal. What I feel for you is… very much not that. I did not want you to think it is the first time I say it to you.”

My head snaps up to see if they are telling the truth. From what I can tell, they most certainly are. I need to be sure, though.

“Really?” I plead, “You mean it?”

“Hey, you didn’t hit me again. Looks like your luck is turning up… you want to try that kiss again?”

Holy heck, did I ever.

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