Woman [ luke alvez x reader ] ✔

twelve: the mirror

warnings: degradation, spanking, praise, choking, overstimulation

You groan as your alarm goes off, turning over in bed, resisting the urge to throw your phone at your fucking wall. The team didn't get back until almost 11 PM last night from the case in Michigan, and all you want to do all day is sleep. You sit up in bed, groggy, rubbing your eyes as you yawn. Getting up, you pee, wash your hands, then change into some work clothes.

You settle on a black, slightly lowcut long-sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of black and white plaid high-waisted pants. You let your hair frame your face. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you glance down at the choker sitting on your dresser. Deciding to fuck with Luke, you put it on before grabbing your gun, strapping it onto your waist. You head into the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee to go before feeding Salem, giving her a few pets.

You grab your phone, purse, and keys before heading out, driving to work feeling half-asleep, waiting for your coffee to kick in. Today is going to drag by—you just know it. Paperwork days always do. You pull into a parking spot, turning the car off and taking a few minutes to finish your coffee. You grab your things before opening the door, locking the car behind you.

Pushing open the doors to the bullpen, you head to your desk, eyes flicking up to meet Luke's. His eyes flick to the choker on your neck, his jaw immediately clenching. He looks up to meet your eyes again, a light smirk playing on your face. Anger flashes through those brown eyes of his, and you just fucking know you're in for it later.

Your smirk grows as you sit down at your desk, pulling up the paperwork from the case yesterday. You focus your eyes on your screen, interrupted when Spencer sets a cup of coffee on your desk. You give him a smile, and he leans on your desk.

"What's up with Luke?" Spencer asks, taking a sip of his coffee. "He looks like he wants to punch his computer."

You glance over at him, chuckling softly. "I have no idea."

"Liar, you do, too," he says as you take a sip of your coffee.

You shrug, giving him a devious grin. Spencer rolls his eyes before looking at you, his face suddenly turning serious.

"Hey, you're okay, right? We never really talked about what happened on the case."

"I'm fine, Spence," you reply, setting your cup down. You lower your voice. "I had a panic attack at the hospital and Luke was just...there."

"Just there?" Spencer asks, tilting his head to the side. "You were wearing his sweater. I think he did more than just be there."

"He was...very comforting," you say, turning your gaze back to your computer.

"He seems to care about you," Spencer notices.

You look up at him again. "I mean, he has to. He's my dom."