Snap Out of It

11

Tw: angst and light smut

"Then fucking talk Spencer! I wanna hear what you have to say!" You shout, all of your frustration finally  reaching a boiling point.

"I'm sorry okay! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm trying to hide the fact that I love you!" He yells, running his hands through is hair. "Fuck wait-"

You don't know what to say, you just stand there, dumbstruck. And then you kiss him. Hard. Your hands run through his hair and he reclines onto the bed, you now straddling his lap.

"I love you too, you fucker." You whisper, kissing his neck. He lets out a small whimper as you suck gently on his collarbone. You sit up and help him unbutton his shirt, pulling it off his arms and tossing it to the side. You remove your own shirt, leaning back down to kiss him again, your warm skin pressed against his. He grabs your waist and flips you over. You laugh as he unhooks your bra and kisses you again.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much, Y/n." He whispers. You hum in agreement as he kisses down your neck, attaching his lips to one of your nipples and sucking lightly. You gasp at the sensation, tugging at his hair softly. He gets up and unzips his pants, and you take that time to take off your own pants. He leans back onto the bed so he's hovering above you once more. He hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He asks, looking up at you.

"Yes." You respond, closing your eyes as he licks up your slit. You moan as he starts to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue.

"Fuck, Spence," you gasp as he slips his middle finger into you, curling his finger to hit your g-spot. The knot begins to form in your stomach as he continues with his movements.

"I'm so close Spencer, fuck!" You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, setting your nerves on fire. He climbs back up on top of you and kisses you again, you can feel his smile against your lips.

"Your turn." You whisper, sliding off the bed and onto your knees. Spencer sits in front of you on the bed and you pull his boxers down, revealing his hard dick to you. You lick up the bottom, eliciting a moan from him. You swirl your tongue over his tip before taking his cock into your mouth. His hands grip your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

"You're so pretty like this, Y/n," he moans. You take your hand to the base of his dick and pump it, still sucking. "I'm so close, baby," he throws his head back in ecstasy. Your mascara runs down your face as you continue to suck, swallowing his cum and standing up. You kiss him again and walk into the bathroom.

"Im gonna take a shower and get cleaned up," you tell him before closing the door. You turn on the water and step in, rinsing yourself off and smiling. You get out if the shower and put on your pajamas, a pair of leggings and a grey crewneck sweatshirt. You leave your hair down to air dry and walk out into the bedroom to see Spencer already getting into his bed.

"Night, Spence," you whisper, shutting off the lights and climbing into bed.

"Night, Y/n."

You wake up the next morning and get dressed fir work, picking out a black suit with a red button down. You pull in your black heels and head into the bathroom to do your makeup. You cover up the few hickeys from the previous night and apply some mascara and light eyeshadow. You put on some red lipstick and brush through your hair. You walk into the bedroom and wait while Spencer heads into the bathroom to get ready. A few minutes later he comes out and you head out the door to get breakfast for the team with him. 

You arrive at the station with coffees and bagels for the team, passing them out to everyone that had arrived so far. Once everyone is settled in, you start your work, brainstorming ideas and searching fir possible unsubs. You find a man, Wayne Adams, and gear up to head to his house. The arrest is easy, he was obviously outmanned and gave in easily. You brought him back to the station and filed some papers then went back to the hotel to grab your things. You meet the team at the airstrip and board into the plane. You take a seat next to Prentiss on the jet and Reid sits across from you. You smile up at him before falling asleep for the flight home.

You walk into the bullpen with your team, settling into your desk to start your paperwork. After three hours of working, you head out. You drive home, humming along to Little Pistol while you drive. You pull into the drive way and walk up to the door. It's wide open, and you know exactly who's inside.

Fuck.