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You walk around your apartment, inspecting each corner and crevice to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed the luggage and backpack that sat next to your apartment door. You locked up and slipped the key into your landlady’s mail slot. You wait for the cab that you called right next to your apartment complex.

When the cab pulls up, you tell the driver to take you to the airport. One drive, two connecting flights, and another drive later, and soon enough you’re in your new home, a quaint little brownstone in a quiet neighborhood in the nation’s capital. Thank god the movers got most of my furniture set up already, you think to yourself, I want to be able to sleep in my own bed tonight.  

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You wake up surprisingly well rested in the morning despite it being a bit early, and decide to go for a run around the neighborhood. Putting on your headphones and lacing up your running shoes, you head out the door. Along the way, you notice a quaint cafe not too far from your house. You decide to grab a bite on your way back, heading in and looking at the menu splayed on the chalkboard behind the barista. Even though it’s a small place and even though it’s still early in the morning, there stands about 7 or so people ahead of you in line. 

You start to feel overwhelmed by the choices on the menu, so many different drinks and pastries and not even to mention the different ways you can customize your drink! Different milks ranging from whole to almond and cashew and what in the actual hell is pea milk? , when suddenly you feel a finger tap you on your shoulder from behind. Your sharp reflexes cause you to snap your neck back just in time to see a slender woman with dark hair take half a step back and put her arms up defensively. “Whoa, are you alright?,” the woman says, a look of concern on her face. 

“Oh–yes, sorry, thank you!,” you manage to stutter out of your embarrassed state.

“You’re new around here, aren’t you?” She must have noticed the confused look on your face as she explains, “I’ve seen the movers coming in and out of your house this past week, and I saw you arrive yesterday as I was coming home from work. I live right down the block from you, only a few houses away.” At this point, she extends her arm out for a handshake. “I’m Emily, and you are?”

You look down at her well manicured short nails, take her hand in yours and shake, smiling up at her, “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” You see her eyes widen and a slight smile creep up on her face, but dismiss it as you have something to ask her. “Hey, do you come here often? The whole menu is a bit overwhelming and I could use some suggestions.” She laughs and recommends some sort of tea and breakfast plate. You place your order and step aside, finding a seat on the outside patio. You glance back inside to see Emily coming your way, and you quickly turn your head back, hoping that she didn’t see you eyeing her. She’s so pretty , you think to yourself, sighing dreamily and spacing out a bit.

“(Y/N)? Hey, (Y/N)?” You hear your name being called and sit up a bit, peering over to see who was calling your name. You see Emily standing next to you, both of your orders in her hands. “Ah, looks like you’ve landed back on earth, welcome back,” she snickers as she places your order down. “They called out your order a few times and I saw you spacing out out here so I decided to just bring it to you.”

You blush with embarrassment and thank her for bringing your order. She turns to go but you semi-shout out to her “Wait!”. She pauses and turns back, facing you. “Would you, uh, care to join me?” She ponders for a few seconds before turning fully around and taking the seat in front of you.

“Sure,” she says, “but only if you tell me more about yourself.” She takes a sip of her coffee, waiting for your response.

“Well, what do you want to know?” you ask.

“Judging by the fact that there were movers in and out of your house for a week and the fact that you arrived yesterday, I’m assuming that you moved from quite far away. Where are you from?” she says nonchalantly, taking another sip of her drink.

You become stunned for a second, questioning how this total stranger knows anything about you, before brushing it aside to answer, “California.”

“NorCal or SoCal?”

“Kind of MidCal, relatively close to every major city but also far away at the same time,” you respond, sighing as you remember back on your former home. “I lived in a small town, one of those ones where everyone knows everyone, rival high school football teams with the next town over, less than five miles wide kind of town. There’s orange orchards on all sides, we’d always have fresh fruit.”

“You sound like you really love the place still, why’d you move?” she pauses, “Bad breakup?”

“I prefer to look at it as a new opportunity,” you say, eating a bite of your food before continuing, “It just so happened that I landed a new job right after I kicked my ex to the curb.”

“Wow, all the way out here, though? They must have done a real number on you.”

“Yeah, he did,” you look down for a second, trying to push the memories of the text messages you found on his phone to other women out of your head. You take a deep breath and look back up, seeing Emily look a bit disappointed. You start speaking again and assure her that it was nothing serious: “We just didn’t work together. Anyways, the job is the main reason that I moved. For years I’ve dreamed about having this job so it’s all very exciting for me.” You smile at Emily and she smiles back. 

The two of you continue to make small talk mainly about your move and your old home until you both finish your meals. You both decide to walk home together, and you bid Emily adieu as she heads off to work.

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You spend your day rearranging furniture, placing your clothes in your closet, and organizing your dishes into your cupboards. For lunch, you ordered delivery from a Chinese restaurant, but still having some amount of energy, you decide to grocery shop for dinner and to stock up your new place on pantry items and snacks.

Not having a car, you decide to take public transport to the grocery store. While inside the store, you grab some essential items before grabbing what you plan to make for dinner, a simple pan fried chicken with veggies and white rice. After that, you decide to buy small snacks to bring with you to work. You scan the aisles of the store until you finally spot where the nuts are. There’s a tall man with lighter brown hair and a satchel bag also in the aisle, and you catch him glancing at you. You give him a friendly smile and half of his lips quirk up into this cute half smile. You giggle a bit and turn back to the snacks in front of you, carefully choosing what kind and variety you want to buy. 

“Did you know that many different types of nuts are shown to be very beneficial to many parts of the human body, providing benefits from weight loss to reducing your risk of stroke,” the stranger beside you says. “In fact, walnuts are high in this one fatty acid called-”

“Omega 3s,” you say, “which especially provide benefits to the heart.” You smile as he seems to be caught off guard. “I’ve done some personal research on what kinds of healthy snacks I can bring along to my work. Nuts were very high up on the list.” 

The stranger clears his throat and speaks in a bit of a high pitched voice before clearing his throat again and saying “Um, uh, where do you work?”

“Well I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” You joke, before continuing on, “I’d like to hold off on answering that until I at least know your name.”

“Spencer Reid. Now I believe it’s your turn.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you.” You extend a hand out for a handshake, but he doesn’t take it, seemingly lost in thought. You clear your throat and say, “Ah, I get it, not everyone is comfortable with physical contact from a stranger. I understand, with all of the communicable diseases you could contract from skin-to-skin contact.” You retract your hand and nod at him. “Well it was nice meeting you Spencer, maybe I’ll see you around sometime?”

Spencer nods, still lost in thought and you swear that you hear him say something along the lines as “I’m sure you will.”

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The next day you arrive at the headquarters of your new workplace, a nondescript looking office building in Quantico, Virginia. With your go-bag in one hand and a box of your personal effects in the other, you enter the elevator and press the button for the third floor. On the whole ride up and walk to your new boss’s office, you heart flutters with anticipation. All you’ve ever dreamed of since joining the academy was the job and it was finally yours. 

Entering the floor, you quickly spot your new team leader, Aaron Hotchner, in his office, talking to an older looking gentleman. The blinds and the door were open so you knocked twice and entered upon hearing the okay to come in. 

The older looking gentleman, David Rossi, looked you up and down and said “Ah, so this is the new hire from California. Nice to meet you, kid.” He extended his hand and you shook it firmly.

Agent Hotchner leads you to an empty desk in the bullpen, where you then put in and arrange your few items. He asks “Brought your go-bag?” and you hold up your weekender bag, stating that you never leave home without it. “Good,” he states, checking his watch and continuing on, “we’ll be discussing the details of our next case in ten minutes in that room over there.” He points to a room that has the blinds down. “You can head over there now, the rest of the team and I will be there shortly.” You nod, getting up from your chair and heading over to the room. 

As you wait, more and more people come piling in, and you soon learn the names of your new team members. Agents Jennifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, and technical analyst Penelope Garcia come in, giving you a warm welcome that settles your nerves. 

What you do not prepare for, however, is who would walk through the door next.

“Emily? Spencer?”

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You collapse into the chair, your body exhausted from the late nights that yourself and the rest of your team dredged through while solving your first case. Rossi chuckled at your action, saying in a calm voice, “Oh, you’ll get used to it soon enough.” You give him a slight smile, closing your eyes to rest. You feel yourself slipping into sleep as the rest of the team gets themselves settled on the jet. 

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The sound of laughter lulls you out of your slumber. You panic for a second, afraid to open your eyes before remembering where you are. 

This latest case was in a town in Texas, the unsub being a man with a split personality who killed men during spring break. This one seemed to hit Reid hard , you think, peeping a look over at the long-haired man that sat across from you. Fuck, it hit me hard, I hope that Amanda-Adam-whoever they are get some real help. You sigh, a feeling of uneasiness hitting you as you recall watching Reid interview the cool-toned Amanda. No, I can’t let this rattle me that much , you conclude, there will be cases worse than this. You fully open your eyes, glancing around at the team members around you. Hotch is filling out paperwork, Rossi talking along with Morgan and JJ, and Prentiss and Spencer are doing their own things, the former sitting next to you and playing a mobile game on her phone and the latter reading some sort of science-fiction book. None of them seem tired. Being suddenly a little too aware of yourself, you sit up in your seat, contemplating whether or not you should head to the mini-kitchen area in the jet. 

“Oh you’re awake!” says Emily, poking your shoulder and chuckling slightly. “You knocked out faster than some Marines can.” Sensing the puzzled look on your face, she explains, “Some branches of the armed forces teach their soldiers how to sleep immediately, since they might need to sleep in any sort of situation to stay alert on the field.” You ahh’d, still confused but understanding a bit of what she means.

“It took her over five minutes to sleep though,” Spencer says, slightly closing his book and looking at you and Emily. “Some military sleep methods can get soldiers to fall asleep in under two minutes. Of course though, those are more suitable for 8-10 minute naps, not the approximately 287 minutes that (Y/N) was asleep.” You feel absolutely awestruck.

“We’re almost at Quantico?”

Emily laughs, “That’s what you’re surprised by? Not the fact that he kept track of how long you were sleeping?”

You look at her and then back at Spencer. “I mean based off of our interactions so far, I’m not all that surprised.” Your brain flashes back to when you officially met the both of them at the BAU headquarters.

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Earlier that week…

“Emily? Spencer?” You question, being absolutely shocked that the only two people you interacted with yesterday were now your coworkers.

Morgan, with a confused look on his face, shakes his head and asks, “Wait, wait, wait, wait, you guys know each other?”.

You look back at him, shaking your head “No. Well yes. Well, kind of? I met the both of them yesterday, Emily in the morning and Spencer in the evening.”

Morgan raises an eyebrow with a goofy smile on his face, “Oh, in the evening you say?” He turns his head to Spencer, continuing on, “Hey lover boy, what fun fact did you bring up to start the conversation?”

Spencer has a look of embarrassment on his face and looks away. You chuckle and respond, “Well actually, we were having a lovely conversation about the health benefits of nuts.”

Morgan shakes his head and smiles, muttering a “typical.”

You look back over at Emily, and get flustered. She really is beautiful , you think to yourself. You notice her quiet demeanor and introverted posture. “I…,” you start, looking back over at Morgan, “Turns out that I’m neighbors with Emily too, I met her yesterday morning at a cafe.” You look between Spencer and Emily. “I guess knowing that the first friendly faces since moving here are now my colleagues puts me more at ease. I mean, you guys all seem so nice, and I was worried because you guys are sort of legends around the FBI. I read up on some of your cases, like the LDSK and the Fisher King, and your work is just incredible!”

“You have a pretty impressive record yourself, (Y/N). I mean, being able to get three serial killers to tell you the locations of dozens of their victims' bodies, you must have put so many families’ minds at peace,” Garcia pipes up. “You’re like Wonder Woman, lasso of truth and all.”

You laugh awkwardly, mentally kicking yourself for not preparing to be in the spotlight so much. Luckily, your prayer for less attention was answered when Hotch and Rossi come in.

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The jet lands safely, and you grab your go bag, walking down the steps to leave the jet. All of you walk up to the office, with most of your colleagues deciding to head home to sleep. It was only about 8 pm, but they were now feeling the effects of sleep deprivation that you displayed earlier. The nap that you took gave you a slight boost in energy though, so you decided to fill out paperwork from your latest case. It looks like Emily had the same idea, as she stayed behind filling out some papers as well. 

It only takes you about an hour to finish the papers that you need so you pack up, checking the time on your watch and sighing. I really don’t want to have to catch the train AND a bus at this time of night. As you pull up the number for a local cab company, you feel a poke on your shoulder. Your back stiffens, turning around and seeing Emily, who’s packed up as well. “You want a ride?,” she asks, grabbing the keys off of her desk.

“Please,” you say, nodding and rubbing your eyes with a tiredness.

Emily laughs and takes your hand. “Let’s get you home, sleepyhead.”

As you follow behind her, you’re reminded of what happened in the hotel room and blush.

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A few days ago…

There were only a few rooms left in the hotel, so you and Emily offered to bunk up together. You both walk into the room, with you stopping in your tracks as soon as you come to the realization that the room only has one bed. What kind of fanfiction trope is my life right now , you think, as you feel your face grow increasingly redder. Emily was seemingly acting as cool as possible, setting her go bag down in one corner of the room. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asks, glancing up at you before unzipping her bag and taking out her phone charger. 

You clear your throat. “No, of course not. But you should know…”

“Know what?” she asks, a puzzled look on her face.

“I’m, uh, attracted to women. I mean, men too, but if it makes you uncomfortable then I totally understand, and I can even ask to switch rooms-” She holds out a hand to you, signaling you to stop. You do, and force a gulp down your throat as you wait for her response.

“There’s no need to be worried,” she says. “I’m kind of in the same boat.”

Your mouth makes a distinct “o” shape, feeling flustered once again but brushing it off and smiling, glad that the weight of telling her is off of your chest.

Days pass, and the team finally catches the unsub. The pilot for the jet let you all know that the plane won’t be able to leave for another 24 hours due to weather delays further down the flight path. Since the town that the case took place in was a pretty big destination spot, and since the weather was nice and warm, some of the your fellow profilers decide to head out for drinks and dancing at an outdoor bar spot. Wanting to fit in with the dress code, you decide to buy a flowy white dress. The dress was low-cut, with thin straps and on the shorter side, reaching just above your fingertips. You were nervous because it was slightly see-through, and if you looked at it under the right lighting, someone might be able to see the bra and panties that you were wearing underneath it. You try to relax though, as somebody would have to look pretty hard in order to see it.

You head to the bar, seeing Morgan and JJ already there. They both raise their eyebrows at you and look at each other, with Morgan turning back to you and saying, “Damn (L/N), you clean up real nice.” JJ elbows him, and Morgan clutches onto his side, continuing on, “I’m kidding. You do look really nice though.” JJ nods in agreement and you laugh, thanking them. You hear someone tap you on the shoulder and turn around, expecting to see Emily. You frown a bit as you see the bartender sliding a drink over to you.

“From that gentleman over there.” You look and see a creepy looking guy in his early fifties walking over to you. Fuck, I don’t want to deal with this right now , you think, as you then fumble looking for an excuse to get away from the situation.

You feel a hand land softly on your back, sliding up to fumble with your dress strap and pulling you to them slightly. You feel an arm belonging to someone else slither around your waist and pull you in as well. “Hey baby,” you hear Emily say, “sorry I took so long, I was having trouble zipping up my dress, but I’m here now.” Catching on, you nod and lean into her a bit. You excuse yourself from the man, who just mutters and walks away. 

You feel the arm on your shoulder drop and turn to see Spencer. Emily is still holding onto your waist, but lets go when you turn to fully face her and Spencer. “Thank you both so much, something about him just irked me,” you say, grabbing onto your arm for comfort.

“Don’t mention it,” Emily says. Spencer looks at you. No, not just any ordinary looking. He was eyeing you up and down. You feel embarrassed, but also slightly confident. You drop your arm, trying to show your body off while trying to be subtle. Emily notices too, her piercing stare now eyeing you as well.

You giggle and wave your hands in front of them. “Helloooooooo,” you draw out, taking them both by the hand and leading them to the bar. “Let’s get some drinks!”

Spencer looks like he’s about to object, but instead says, “You know, studies show that in smaller amounts, a weekly drink of red wine could be beneficial to one’s health.”

You and Emily both laugh, before you say, “I prefer something a bit stronger. Hey, can I have a shot of tequila,” you say to the bartender, who nods and looks at Emily and Spencer expectantly. They both turned to each other and said something along the lines of asking for the same drink. 

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A few hours pass by, with the four of you dancing together (excluding Spencer, who left early to get some rest). Morgan and JJ were dancing together in a goofy sort of way, before JJ left to call her boyfriend. Morgan danced with another woman, for a bit before deciding to head up to his room too. Soon enough, you and Emily decide to head up to your shared room together, giggling about nothing in particular on the way there.

“You want to know what I first thought about when I met you?” you asked, feeling a lot more social due to the drinks. She laughs and nods, while you say, “How pretty you were.” You continue giggling, still giddy with the alcohol in your system as you take a seat.

“Me too,” she says, laughing as well. She notices you fiddling with the straps on your heels, having a hard time taking them off. Emily kneels down, and helps you take them off. While she bends down, you can see her cleavage poking out through her little black dress. You blush and look away, but not before she catches you staring. She smirks and grabs your jaw, turning your head to face her again. She lifts herself up a little bit, bringing her face close to yours. “Don’t be shy,” she says, “you can stare all you want.”

You gulp, not being able to move your eyes away from her piercing dark brown ones. Soon enough though, your eyes make way to her lips. You lean in, kissing her,

Emily kisses you back, softly at first, but then slipping her tongue in your mouth. Your body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, and you could feel heat emanating from your core. The makeout gets deeper, the both of you holding onto each other as if you might slip out of each other’s grasps like how sand falls through one’s hands. Emily reaches to grab your breast when you grab her hand, pushing yourself off of her gently. “Wait, I don’t want it to happen like this,” you say, shaking your head. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to do this with you, but we’re both pretty drunk and I want to make absolutely sure that this is something that we both remember every moment of.”

Emily nods, smiling at you. “Soon then?,” she asks. “Maybe when we get back and it feels right?”

You smile back at her. “Soon.”

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Present day…

Emily’s car finally turns back onto your street, and your stomach is in knots with anticipation, making you very alert. She pulls up to her house, unlocking the car and stepping out. You turn to thank her for the ride, when she grabs your hand and asks the question you were hoping for.

“You want to come in?”

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You nod, letting her lead you into her brownstone. The street is eerily quiet, a fact you notice while Emily is fumbling with her house keys. Those perfectly manicured fingernails are still intact, even though you’re sure it’s been at least a week since the first time you’ve seen them. She finally manages to unlock the door and turns on the light.

The interior of her house is structurally the same as your own. A kitchen to your left, living room on your right, and a flight of stairs leading up to what you assume is her room right in front of you. Emily heads into the kitchen, turning on the light there as well. “Tea?” she asks. You nod.

She didn’t ask you what type of tea you’d prefer, but based off of the selection that she made for you at the cafe a week prior, you don’t really mind. She has one of those old-fashioned kettles, the kind that sound like a high pitched screaming that indicates when the water is ready. You close your eyes for a second, trying to calm your trembling hands. While you were able to keep your mind occupied on the flight back home, all that you were now thinking about was the way that Emily’s arm felt around your waist, how soft her lips felt, how her tongue felt in your mouth and how her hand felt on your breast. You were thinking about how those short, perfectly manicured fingers would feel in your-

“Tea’s ready,” Emily said, placing the cup down in front of you. You don’t recall how you ended up sitting at the kitchen table, but nevertheless, you take a sip of the drink in front of you.

“Chamomile?”

She smiles, “You seemed nervous.”

You let out a laugh, covering your mouth and apologizing quietly. You feel an ease fill your body, and you’re not sure if it’s the tea or if it’s her. “So,” you ask, still in a low tone of voice, “what are we going to do?”

Emily pauses for a second before replying, “Finish your tea first.”

You comply.

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After you’re done, she takes your hand once more and leads you up the stairs into her bedroom. There were no words between you two, or maybe there were, you couldn’t recall. It was like you were intoxicated once again, but this time you weren’t drunk on tequila. You were drunk on her.

Emily locked the door behind you two. She looked deep into your eyes. There you were once again, frozen. Not quite frozen. You couldn’t tell if it was her or if it was you, but you could see her getting closer. Those beautiful brown eyes and those amazingly soft lips. It felt like it took forever and no time at all for those lips to meet your own.

Like last time, you both started out slow, holding onto each other. You could feel her tongue start to slip in your mouth, prodding at first, but then more forceful once you parted your lips. You let out a slight moan at the feel of her tongue against your own. She pulls away momentarily and you make a bit of a whiny noise at the loss of heat. Emily smirks at you, leading you to the bed. She sits you down at the edge and kneels in between your thighs. She reaches toward your button-up shirt, about to undo the first button when she asks, “May I?”

You nod, pulling her shirt up and off of her body as well. Soon enough, you were both in just your panties and underwear. You look the still kneeling Emily up and down, your eyes hungry to take in every detail of her. You notice her hair, a little messy from the day’s wear but still see some beautiful defined waves. There's light tan lines a little more than halfway up her upper arm, most likely from her time outside during field work. You notice some light scars, but you don’t think that they take away from her beauty, in fact you think that they add to it. She’s wearing a matching set of under, nothing too fancy or lacy, which makes sense, given the job. It’s comfortable-looking, but still soft and with a matching black with white dotted design.

It’s not long before you notice Emily staring right back at you, and when your eyes meet once again, she leans in to kiss you again. This time, it wasn’t a slow start. In fact you felt a bit like you got the wind knocked out of you, but you liked it. You think that she noticed that fact, because she pushed you back onto her bed and kissed you even deeper still. Her hands glide over your body, going from cupping your cheek, to touching your breasts, and further down still. You shuddered a bit as her fingers lightly grazed under your panty line, and then again when she rubbed little circles on your thighs. You could feel her smiling into the kiss whenever you made a single sound, and you felt your own face flush red with embarrassment.

Emily moves in between your legs, propping them up. She kissed the insides of your thighs, lightly nibbling and licking them every so often. You could feel her warm breath on you getting ever closer and closer to your core. You sat up for a second, which confused her. “Mind helping me out with this?” you ask, as you motion to the bra closure on your back. Her face makes a small “o”, which quickly turns right back into her beautiful smile. She pushes up against you, kissing on your neck and sucking lightly while fumbling with your bra closure until you could feel the sweet release of having no restriction on your chest. You do the same for Emily, taking a little bit longer to because of the way you both were situated. She kisses you very quickly on the lips before going straight for your breasts, licking at and then slightly sucking on your nipples.

Before long, both of you are fully undressed. Emily goes back in between your legs, this time sucking harder in between kisses, hard enough that you’re sure that they’re going to leave a mark. You don’t mind though, as it’s still fresh out and because long pants were standard for work at the FBI. You moan as Emily continues leaving hickeys on your thighs, the already sensitive skin feeling even more sensitive.

“Can I eat you out?,” she asks.

“Yes, please,” you reply.

“Wow, even a please? What a good girl you are, (Y/N),” Emily responds, which sends a shiver up your spine.

She seems to notice the effect that her words has on you, as she smirks up at you while going down on you. She starts on your clit, her tongue swirling around that oh so sensitive spot. The sensations leave your body shuddering, gasping, and moaning. She uses her middle and ring fingers to lightly tease your hole.

“ Fuck , you’re so wet already (Y/N) and I’ve barely even touched you.”

Emily continues licking your cunt all around, moving back up to your clit every so often and fucking your hole with her tongue a bit as well. Soon enough, she takes the same fingers that she used to tease you just moments before and pushes them in slightly deeper. You felt your walls clench around her, and you suspect she felt it too. She leans over to make out some more, pushing her fingers in deeper and deeper until her fingers are all the way in you. She makes sure you’re comfortable before moving her fingers in you, making you squirm. She then moves her fingers in and out of you, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. “Deeper, please,” you ask as she gives yet another smirk, which you now think might be her signature. She complies, not only going deeper but curling up her fingers so that they reach your g-spot.

You feel like you’re in complete ecstasy, getting closer and closer to reaching your climax. Emily grips at your thighs, trying to keep you still as your body shudders more and more the closer you get to cumming. “E-Emily, I think I-I’m going to cu-cum~” you stammer out as she quickens her pace.

In an instant, all of the pent up energy in your body gets released as you let out a high-pitched moan in utter ecstasy. Your heavy breathing fills the room as you try to recuperate. You let your legs lay flat as Emily lays next to you. Through still ragged breaths, you make one thing clear.

“O-oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

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You wake up on your side facing a light green wall with a window bringing in shining light into the room. You’re confused, expecting to see the cream colored walls that you spent hours decorating just a week prior before remembering the events of last night, with a slight pink tone adorning your face. You flip over, expecting to see a sleeping Emily on the other side of the bed, but seeing nobody there. You sigh and sit up, feeling a bit of soreness as you do.

You scan the room for details, not meaning to pry but feeling yourself wanting to know more about her. Plus, you didn’t really take anything in but her last night. The walls are mostly empty, with a nondescript looking picture of D.C. being the only picture hanging upon them. She has a white bedroom set: bed frame, loveseat, dresser drawers, nightstands, and desk included. You notice your clothes folded up neatly on the loveseat with a note on top of them. You smile, getting up and setting the note aside to get dressed first.

Once dressed, you read the note silently. Something personal came up, I had to leave early. Meet me at the cafe at 8? -Emily .

Straight and to the point , you think to yourself looking at the clock on the nightstand. 6:32, I guess I have enough time for a quick shower. You feel for your house keys in your purse and head out the door.

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You get out of the shower, and with your hand you wipe off the foggy mirror and gasp at what you see on the outside of your neck. A deep purple bruise. You recall some of the memory from last night, a shiver going up your spine as you do so.

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Last night…

“O-oh I’m not done with you yet,” you say, flipping Emily from her side onto her back. She lets out a small gasp of surprise which gets cut off by your tongue making its way into her mouth. You let go and hear a small whine from her, which makes you smirk. You take your middle and ring fingers, sliding them along her lips until she gets the hint, and opens up. You shiver a bit as you feel her tongue lick and suck around you. Once you’re satisfied, you take your fingers out and make your way to her most sensitive spot.

You experiment a bit with how to best please her, paying close attention to her body movements and her moans to figure out what she likes the most. You start by rubbing around her clit, gliding directly over it every once in a while to make her really tremble in your grasp. You head down lower to her hole, slipping just one finger in so that she can adjust. You gasp at what ease she takes you in, with her wetness quickly covering your finger. You push in and out, in and out and notice how her breathing shudders in time with your fingers. You add in another and notice her tighten up a bit and her breathing hitch. You go a bit faster, hearing her increasingly shortened breaths. You curl your fingers, watching as her back curls and her perfectly manicured fingernails grip onto the edges of the pillow under her.

You stop abruptly, causing Emily to groan. “What, you can’t get enough?,” you question, burying your face into her thigh. She looks down at you and scoffs, her eyes telling a different story: they were almost pleading. You rise from between her thighs and crawl onto the bed next to her, sitting upright. You place your hands and her ribcage, motioning for her to sit up as well.

She squints her eyes at you. “What are you planning?”

You shrug and let out a slight smirk, knowing exactly what you were planning on doing with her. It took a bit of force, but you pulled her up onto your lap facing you, and admired her body a bit. Her tan lines from field work, her perky tits, and killer thighs that you wish could choke you. You lean in for a kiss, and she eagerly meets your lips with her own. You hold onto her hip with one hand as you rub her clit with another, feeling the vibrations from her moans echo throughout your own mouth. 

You could feel her getting closer and closer, she said as much through her exasperated pants. “Huh, fuck, I-I think I’m…”. Well, she didn’t quite finish her sentence but you knew what she meant. She kisses from your lips down to your neck and latches onto a sweet spot on it. At first, she just kisses it. Noticing how you tensed slightly though, she started sucking on it lightly. You let out a shaky breath while she does. She sucks harder and harder, occasionally lessening the pressure to run her tongue around the mark, which makes you shudder.

In that moment, it was like the two of you were one. One steamy amalgamation of lust and wanting and pleasure. The closer that Emily got to cumming, the harder she sucked on your neck, and the louder you moaned.

…

You admire the bruise in the slightly fogged up mirror. Looks like she was considerate enough to place it in a spot that would be covered up by a shirt , you think, before shaking your head and resuming getting ready.

…

You show up at the cafe already in your work clothes: a long-sleeve button down with a knit sweater on top, a pair of black slacks, and your broken-in Dr. Martens on your feet. The only jewelry you wear is a simple gold necklace with your name on it, a gift that you received from your parents once you joined the academy. You carry your purse on one arm and your go-bag on the other. 

You notice Emily almost immediately, as she was just getting out of her car right outside of the cafe. She spots you quickly too, giving you a smile and a wave as you approach her car. You’re not quite sure just what to say, I mean, what am I even supposed to say in this situation? It wasn’t that you haven’t had one night stands before, in fact you’ve had your fair share of flings in the past. Lord knows this isn’t even my first one night stand with a coworker. But something was… different about Emily. There was a slight sadness in her eyes. You wanted to know more about her.

She takes your go-bag and places it in the trunk of your car. You thank her, and together you head inside to order. Once again, she orders you something off of the menu, this time being a breakfast burrito with a dark roast coffee. Well, before you chirped in asking for milk and sugar. She then orders the same for herself. She offers to pay, but your card is already out in and inside the card reader before she can react. “I’ll get you next time,” she says, giving you a playful glare. 

“Sure you will,” you shoot back, a smirk on your face. It doesn’t take long before your order is ready, and the two of you sit at the table where you first started to get to know each other.

…

Emily drives the two of you to Quantico, the car being filled with the quiet chatter of a morning talk show. The topic? Who knows. You’re too focused on Emily’s hand on your thigh.

…

The two of you exit the car and proceed to walk out of the parking garage. You make some small talk. “So, about that weather, huh?”. You mentally kick yourself. THE WEATHER?! COULD YOU BE ANY MORE OF A CLICHE?! She laughs.

“Well, I’m all for darker weather. Not necessarily rain, but I love cloudy days. What about you?”

By this point the two of you have reached the elevator. You’re about to answer when you hear a male voice. “You know, the central valley of California has the same type of climate and land as Greece? That’s why they grow so many olives and citrus there.”

“Oh hi Spencer,” you say, gracing his presence with a smile. He looks caught off guard but smiles back. “Right as always too. I actually went on a trip to Greece in college and it felt like being home. I love the sun, but sometimes it gets so hot that I’d seriously consider just walking around naked.” You chuckle and notice a light blush adorn the faces of Spencer and Emily. You clear your throat and continue, “Wow this elevator sure is taking a bit, huh?”

The two nod along, with the elevator opening just seconds later. The three of you hop in, and press the desired button for the floor that you need. No one else hops on so it’s a fairly short ride, but the three of you continue on a pleasant conversation nonetheless. The three of you bid adieu as you head to your respective desks to complete some paperwork. 

“Prentiss.” You hear Hotch say. You look up and at Emily. He’s motioning for her to go into his office. She nods, and makes her way over. The door closes and so do the blinds to the room, obscuring your view. Your desk buddy, Reid, leans back in his chair and observes you.

“That’s strange, Hotch almost never closes the blinds. It must really be serious.”

You get a small gut feeling that something is off, but in a few minutes the both of them walk together to the conference room. “We have a case,” Hotch announces. You see your colleagues getting up and heading to the conference room as well. You don’t even remember them walking in, being too focused on what Hotch and Emily could’ve been talking about. 

“You coming?,” Reid says. You nod, following him up the stairs and into the conference room.

Everyone was seated besides JJ, who was standing next to photos of the case being displayed on the television. A killer targeting what seems to be couples. “Pack some light clothes, because you all will be heading to sunny Los Angeles, where the crime forecast is unfortunately not as bright looking. LAPD has asked us to consult on a series of three double murders that have been plaguing the area for the past month. One month ago, couple Erin Brooks and Steve Wilkinson were found by Erin’s mother in their shared apartment. Both of them were bludgeoned by a sledgehammer. One week ago, another couple was found in a similar state in their home, and our latest victims were discovered last night.”

Each scene was bloodier than the last. “He’s devolving,” you mutter. “The shorter time between kills and the overkill of the recent victims shows that much.”

“All of the victims are in their 20s and the unsub doesn’t seem to have a preference for race. Maybe the unsub is in the same age range and is yearning over something he can’t have?” Reid says, not feeling the eyes of half of the team on him.

“Well, whatever the case may be, we’ll need to take a closer look at the scene to figure it out. Wheels up in 20.” Everyone gets up, about to go when he adds, “Oh, and Prentiss will stay here to consult on a case in New York.” Everyone else nods and wishes her luck, but you stay behind to talk with her a bit.

“Hey, so I know we didn’t get a chance to talk about last night, but-”

She cuts you off, seeming cold. “We’ll talk about it when you get back.”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t say anything. You nod, and walk away, wishing her good luck as well.

“(Y/N)?,” she says. You turn back, “Stay safe out there.”

Chapter Text

On the jet you take a seat next to Reid, who (as always) has a book in his hand. Across from you sits Rossi, and next to him is Morgan. The monitor lights up and the familiar and friendly face of the BAU’s very own Penelope Garcia. She gives a bit more information about the cases and their geographical locations. “It appears as though all of the murders have taken place in Culver City, a more middle class area within LA,” Hotch says.

Reid perks up from right next to you, “You know, although Culver City is considered a middle class suburbia, there are plenty of night-life activities that are well known throughout Los Angeles. Maybe our victims met the unsub at one of these places?”

You nod, thinking that it was a viable idea.

…

You were partnered up with Reid to investigate the latest crime scene. The bodies were already at the morgue, but you tried to take in every detail of the scene that you could. You noted that the lock to the front door was fully intact, suggesting that the unsub either used a ruse or was familiar with the couple. “Hey Reid, do you remember if any of the couples were married?,” you ask, slightly mentally kicking yourself for asking a man with an eidetic memory if he remembers.

“No, I don’t think so,” he replies slowly, as if he was paying close attention to something. You turn to see what he’s looking at. You gasp when your eyes find a pair of golden bands on the floor. Spencer looks back at you, before picking up the rings from the floor. “These are costume jewelry, they aren’t real.”

“Now the only question is, did the victims own them or did the unsub bring it here?”

…

You report your findings to the rest of the team, with Morgan and Rossi (who investigated the scene from last week) reporting the same exact rings. Upon closer inspection, Reid discovered that there were small inscriptions on the inside of the rings. They were what seemed to be… initials? “Maybe it’s the unsub’s initials,” Spencer said. “P.R.”

“Garcia, cross-check our profile with people with these initials,” Hotch said, but nothing showed up.

You think that you’ve come across those initials before but you aren’t sure. You think and think and suddenly a light bulb goes off in your head. “Hey, in the apartment I found a sticky note with an address on it. I looked it up and it was a club called the Play Room. Hey Garcia, is there anything to indicate that the victims all visited this club?”

“Yeah, let me look and- OH!,” Garcia said. “While only the latest victims have used their credit cards at the club, the first two couples both used ATMs that were less than a block away during the hours that the club was open.”

“Hey baby girl, is there anything to indicate that the couples were regulars?,” Morgan asks.

“From what I can see, they were all total newbs,” Garcia responds.

“So he’s probably a regular or works there,” Rossi suggests. “Garcia, can you check our profile against the workers?”

“No, no one fits,” Penelope responds, slightly defeated. “But I am running it against other patrons, so I’ll let you know if anything pops up, my lovelies.”

“Thanks Garcia,” Hotch says, hanging up the phone. “If he’s a regular, we’ll definitely stick out to him. We could ask to borrow some undercovers from LAPD, but I’m not sure they’re well equipped enough to pick out the unsub from the rest of the patrons. Reid and (L/N), you two seem to work well together, and you’re in the same age range as the victims…” He trails off, but you nod in understanding, taking a quick glance at Reid who seems a bit… flustered?

“We’ll stick out in our work clothes, though, and the club doesn’t open for a few hours. We should try to blend in as best as we can,” Reid suggests. You agree with him. 

Hotch nods, continuing on, “I think the two of you can handle this on your own. If you think you see our unsub, do not engage and call for backup from LAPD. I’m going to tell the sergeant to lend us a squad car and two officers down the block should anything go wrong.” Hotch turned to the rest of the team, saying, “the rest of you go get some rest. Depending on what happens tonight, we’ll probably need it.” The rest of the group disperses, leaving you and Spencer outside the police station.

You’re about to turn to leave when Reid lightly grabs your arm. You give him a puzzled look and he lets go, asking, “Um, can you help me pick a shirt out? I don’t think I have anything appropriate for going to the club.” You nod and order an Uber to take with him to the closest department store.

…

Inside the store, you hand him a few shirts to try on while you wait in the fitting room waiting area. The first three were… alright. You got the sense that he didn’t like them very much either. They’d be baggy in some areas, almost too tight in the other, and the colors were very light and therefore NOT club appropriate. You sigh as he tries on the last one, taking a sip of water from the complimentary mini-bottle that you were given on the way into the store. The “door” (technically a curtain) that Reid was behind opens and you nearly choke at the sight of him.

The button up was long-sleeved, but Reid had rolled it up to his elbows. It wasn’t buttoned all the way to his neck, but closer to where his heart is. You feel your own heart beating fast and feel your face getting hot the more that you look. The shirt’s black, but the color is the last thing on your mind as you feel like you could stare at him forever. He clears his throat and you manage to sputter out the words “I-I think it looks nice.”

He chuckles and agrees, going back into the dressing room to change back into his clothes. You tell him that you’ll wait for him outside the store. I really need the time to compose myself anyways , you think to yourself, stepping out of the dressing room and about to head out the store when you see a cute pair of lacy black panties that you decide to buy on a whim on the way out. Spencer gets out just a few minutes after you did, and he peers at the small bag that you hold in your hand. “Oh, what’d you get?”

You put a finger up to your lips and tell him, “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”

He smiles, recalling, “You said that the first time we met.”

…

The two of you planned to leave the motel together, so that you could sell being a couple a bit more. Unlike the dress that you bought the last time, this time your dress was black and more slim-fitting. It was still low-cut and short, even shorter than the last one. The straps were tie-straps, with you making a little bow on each side of them. You wore a pair of strappy black heels, with your signature necklace and a pair of matching earrings. You redid your makeup to reflect the atmosphere of the club that you two would be heading to and bring your purse (which held your gun and some pepper spray) before heading over to Spencer’s room. This time, each of you was able to get your own room, so you weren’t concerned with the others on the team spotting you.

Still though, you felt nervous. For whatever reason, you felt so nervous. You couldn’t place the feeling. But when Spencer opened the door, it finally clicked. He looked at you the same way that Emily did.

…

The drive to the club was quiet at first, a sort of tension filling the air. You could feel him glancing at you, but you tried your hardest to focus on the road. You can feel your own heart thumping out of your own chest, and you start questioning if you can hear his. You shake your head slightly and decide to ask him about some of his interests. You can feel the tension in the air slightly dissipate as the two of you relax into the conversation. It turns out that you two have plenty of common interests, from books, to certain TV shows, even your common interest in philosophy!

The two of you agreed beforehand to establish certain aspects about your fake relationship to make it seem more believable that you two were a couple. The two of you started dating 3 years ago, met at a coffee shop, and live together. Sure, it’s not the most well thought out backstory, but hopefully it would catch the attention of the unsub. As you pulled up to the club, you let out a shaky breath. There was no telling how this would turn out, and the presence of the two officers outside didn’t really help. You double-checked your purse for your badge and gun, and feel relieved at the sight of it. Spencer, possibly noting your anxiety, put a hand on your thigh, telling you, “It’ll be alright. We’ve got this.”

You give him a wry smile in response, nodding at him and opening the door to the car.

…

The atmosphere of the club was… not what you two expected. Even Penelope’s apt description of the place didn’t do it justice. As opposed to the loud music that you thought would be playing, there was instead a jazz band set up playing elevator-esque music in the corner of the room. Well, the main room. There were “doors”(more like curtains) to other rooms, not so thinly veiled, but you could make out the silhouettes of bodies move from behind it.

The two of you were a bit surprised upon learning that this was a club for swingers, but you decided to roll with the punches. For some strange reason though, you felt some sort of ownership over Reid from the beginning. 

Upon entering the Play Room, you held onto his arm, keeping him close. You told him that it was to really sell that the two of you were a couple. While talking to some (very lovely and sexually fluid) people, you eye a man fitting the profile for the unsub. You lightly nudge Reid with your elbow and motion your eyes to a man. He nods in understanding and the two of you ever-so-slowly make your way over to him. You let go of Reid’s arm, whispering into his ear, “He showed more rage on the women, let me go approach him first.” Reid cautiously nods as you approach the man. Spencer stops you, grabbing your arm and whispering into your ear.

“I’ve got you.”

You smile at him, lightly shaking off his arm and approaching the man. You tried your best not to shudder at his smile, or to gag as the unsub touched your arm. You asked him about himself, trying your best to seem interested in this guy. You motioned over to Reid, hinting that the two of you would like to invite him home. He seemed interested, so you motioned Reid forward.

You saw Reid stare him down and you didn’t understand why. In one swift motion, Reid drew out his gun and you gasped, stepping back. The man put his hands up. “(Y/N), get the handcuffs from my pocket and cuff him.”

Still in a state of shock, you do as he says, Mirandizing him and calling for the uni’s outside. Reid holsters his gun as the uni’s come in and that’s when you finally question him. “What happened?”

“In one of the photos at the victim’s house, I saw a pair of silver cufflinks with the initials of the victim on them. When he put his hand on you, I saw him wearing those same cufflinks.” You nod, and thank him for having your back. He rubs around your waist, resting his hand on your waist. “I told you that I’ve got you.”

…

You both ride back to the station, making sure that the unsub goes in for processing and that the cufflinks get bagged as evidence. From there, you make a call to Hotch, who tells you both that you did good work, and also informing you that the plane would be leaving at 9am the following day.

With the night still being young (after all the action, it was only 9:07) and with you two feeling pretty hungry, you decide to go out and grab a bite to eat. You learned about his proclivity for Indian food and decided to go to this place nearby. You also accept his offer to eat back at the motel. 

…

At the motel, the two of you talk your way to his room. The atmosphere felt so easy-going, the two of you discussing the latest season of Doctor Who . Sitting cross-legged on the floor, the two of you chow down, sharing stories and discovering even more common interests between the two of you. Soon enough, you realize that it’s probably a good time to say your goodbyes for the night. You throw the empty containers into the trash can, and are about to turn to say your goodnights and goodbyes when you feel arms wrap around your waist and his head rest on your shoulder. He's got a natural musk that you can't get enough of, and you could feel him pressing up fully against you.

“Stay,” he says.

And you do.

Chapter Text

The two of you stand there for some time. You can’t recall for how long. The quiet buzz of the fluorescent lighting was the only noise filling the air. That, and your heartbeat. Heartbeats? You couldn’t say. It was as though both of your hearts were beating as one, the synchronicity of them being almost foreign to you. You finally gathered up the courage to speak.

“Reid…”

He corrects you. “Spencer.”

“Spencer,” you say, a dryness in your throat. “What are we going to do?”

He lets go of you momentarily and flips you around, wrapping his arms around your waist once again, this time facing you. He plants his forehead onto yours, and you can feel his breath slowly and shakily exhale. He’s the first to lean in, planting a soft kiss onto your lips. It was short and sweet, unlike the second kiss he plants onto your lips. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss that you’ve had, but it left you wanting more and more. You went in for the third kiss, trying to claim what he left you longing for. You wrap your arms around his neck, as if he were your date to prom. The way that you two moved so seamlessly felt like a dance as if it were indeed prom. His lips were slightly chapped, and the back of his neck was slightly sweaty, but you didn’t mind at all.

His hands roamed your body, leaving no curve untouched and lingering in some areas which made you want more. Still kissing him, you inched your way back to the bed, the back of your knees hitting the edge. Spencer pulled away for a moment, giving you a questioning look, which soon turned into one of surprise as you grab him by the waist and prop down onto the bed, bringing him down with you. He landed with a slight groan and you both got the wind knocked out of you. “Ow, why did I think that’d be a good idea,” you lamented.

Looking down at you, Spencer laughs. Well, it started out as a light chuckle and he tried to hide it, but it only got louder when he saw the giggles coming out of you too. “You know, you always see this kind of things in movies, but it’s probably not the best idea physiologically speaking,” he says, hoisting himself up year still above you, using his arms for support.

“I don’t know,” you add, “I kind of like the view from down here.”

He pauses for a moment, looking down at you before replying, “I think I like the view from up here too.” He grabs your chin, planting yet another kiss on your lips which go down to your chin, your neck and shoulder. He stops. “Oh, are these… from someone important?”

You’re confused by his question, feeling on your neck only to feel slight pain when pressing on it. Fuck, Emily. You remember the hickeys that she had left from your rendezvous the other day. You didn’t know where exactly this fling with her was going to go. But right in the here and now, the only ones here were you and Spencer. Spencer, who you shared so much in common with. Spencer, who was so protective of you, even back at the bar in Texas. Spencer, who you wanted so, so badly in this moment. You feel a twinge of guilt before replying, “No, no one important.”

He gulps. “Well, do you mind if I leave some of my own?”

You smile at him and tell him, “No, I don’t mind at all.”

He immediately gets to work, lightly pushing your chin up and sucking on your neck. He only leaves two there, but kisses down to your torso before asking, “Can I leave some here too?”.

You nod, and he immediately gets to work once more, firstly undoing the bows that were holding up the top of your dress, and then pulling the top portion down. You didn’t wear a bra (because honestly the dress was restricting enough) so he went straight to kissing and lightly sucking on the underside of your boobs. His sucking gets harder and harder as you gasp in pleasure. He shimmies down the rest of your dress to the ground, admiring your lacy panties. “Is that what you brought?,” he asks, spreading your legs slightly and kissing in between them.

“Yeah, how did you know?,” you ask, slightly shivering at his touch.

“I passed by them earlier and thought about how you’d look in them… I also peeked when you weren’t looking,” he admits, as you lightly giggled. 

“Well, did it live up to your expectations?”

“Fuck yes it did.” Spencer lifted your legs up and spread the out more, diving his head in between them and going headfirst for your clothed core. The material was thin, so you could still feel every lick and flick of his tongue, and how the vibrations of his moans felt on you. With both of his hands, he carefully grabbed at the edges of your panties and pulled them up and off. With two fingers, he rubbed circles around your pussy and clit, making you switch between being needy and swimming in ecstasy. He went back in with his tongue, which really made you squirm. He went back and forth between your clit and your hole, licking at your clit while using his fingers to fuck you, and using his tongue in place of his fingers in your hole while using his thumb to rub your clit. After a while of this, you came, your thighs squishing Spencer’s face and shaking as you give out a giant moan.

He licks you up, and kisses your inner thigh, getting up and sitting down beside you. It doesn’t take you long to catch your breath, and once you do you sit up beside him. “You know,” you start off, your hand trailing his inner thigh, “I think it’s a little bit unfair that I’m the only one that’s naked right now.”

“Really? Well I think we should change that,” Spencer replies.

“I think we should too,” you shoot back, getting on your knees on the floor. You start unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom, while Spencer is kind enough to help you by unbuttoning from the top. You slide the sleeves off of his arms, and then move your attention to his belt. It took you a bit, with Spencer even offering help at one point, but you managed to undo it and slide his pants down as well. You can make out the outline of his boxers, and he was definitely a bit more than well-endowed. You soon slipped off his boxers too (after some light teasing), and took a second to just admire him. You lightly traced your fingers up and down his cock, watching him gasp and shudder from the light touch. You wrapped your hand around his manhood, slowly moving it up and and down, and then quickening your pace and strengthening your grip. You go in with your mouth, swirling it on his tip and going in for more and more of him. You hold onto his hips to steady yourself, lightly digging into them with your nails. Whatever your couldn’t reach comfortably with your mouth, you used your hand to please. You could hear his moans getting louder and more frequent before he raked his fingers through your hair, pulling your head off of his.

You’re about to question why he pulled you off when he picks you up from off of the floor and lifts you onto the bed. You squeak in surprise, grabbing onto him for support. “I want you. Now,” he growled, attacking your neck once again and then nibbling on your ear.

“What do you mean?”. You knew exactly what he meant. 

He aligns his cock with your throbbing and wet hole. “I want to fuck you.” For a second he looks embarrassed, before continuing on with “Can I please fuck you?”

You nod, asking him to go in slowly so that you can adjust. He agrees, pushing into you bit by bit before he’s fully in. He makes sure that you’re comfortable, and with your approval, he slowly slides in and out of you, quickening his pace a bit more and more. He holds onto your thighs, digging his nails in a bit like how you’d done with his hips. He pauses for a moment, before picking up your legs and throwing them over your shoulders. The slight change in position yielding more and more pressure, he begins to lean forward and drill into your more and more, your moans getting louder and louder. In this moment you thanked whatever celestial being there was that the rest of the team’s rooms were further away.

He slowly pulls out after a bit, asking for a change in position. “If you don’t mind, let’s do doggystyle, I’ll have better access to your g-spot and can easily reach your clit.” You agreed to the change, flipping over and getting onto your knees.

It takes him a second to find your pussy and enter you again, but when he does it’s as if his cock had never left it. He grips onto your hips, guiding your pussy to him. He was right about the easier access to your g-spot too, as now many of his thrusts made you moan and groan deeper and deeper. He also used his fingers to rub your clit as well, adding another layer of pleasure to you. Soon the familiar feeling of orgasm was approaching once again, and by the increasing sloppiness of Spencer’s thrusts, you could feel that he was close too.

The both of you cum together (well, more like you came first and Spencer came right after), with him shooting his load into you. You stay in that position for a while, focusing on the feeling of both of your respective parts throbbing from the release. You finally split, with Spencer falling onto the bed next to you. 

Still trying to catch his breath, Spencer tells you, “You might want to use the bathroom within the next thirty minutes, it’ll decrease your chance of a urinary tract infection.”

You nod, giving him a peck on the cheek before getting up on your wobbly legs and walking over to the bathroom.

…

When you came back out, Spencer had turned off the ceiling light and turned on the lamp, with a book in his hand. He was also now under the sheets, giving you a smile and he put the book on the nightstand and patted down the spot next to him. You figured that you could spend the night, and just wake up early to go back to your motel room before the rest of the team wakes up. So, you slither into bed next to him, snaking one arm under him and the other around his torso, snuggling into his chest.

“Is that book new?,” you ask. “You have that new book smell.”

He laughs and nods, telling you all about the book as you listen and slowly nod off to sleep. Before you lose total consciousness, you can feel Spencer place a kiss on the top of your head. 

Chapter Text

You awake slowly to the blaring sounds of your alarm.  Blurred vision and a warmness on your arm is all you can take in those few seconds of half-consciousness. And his smell. Not quite the new book smell from before, but a sort of natural musk that drove you half mad. You opened your eyes slightly to see your arm on the chest of the man you slept with last night. You don’t know how he hadn’t woken up yet, but you decided to turn off the alarm before he would wake up as well.

You make the executive decision to roll out of bed, your body feeling heavy from the activities of the night before. You lightly stretched, your body feeling more relaxed than it did a moment before. You had another decision to make. Should I leave now and shower in my room, or should I shower here and wait for Spencer to wake up?

Reluctantly, you decided to pick the former. You didn’t want to risk anyone seeing you leaving later, so you made sure to grab all of your belongings for the walk of shame you were about to endure (only a few rooms down, but still). The sun didn’t shine so brightly, something that you were sad to miss out on, being back in your home state. You peeked you head out of the door, looking out for any of your coworkers. The coast is clear , you mistakenly thought. You wouldn’t find out for a while that you were so, so wrong.

…

You played music on your iPod as you showered, making sure to get the remaining bits of glitz and glam off of your face and body. Stepping out of the shower, you wiped off the fog from the mirror and really examined yourself, like you’d done after your night with Emily. Unlike your night with Emily, there were a lot more bruises adorning all over your body. You could see the clear distinction between the marks that she had left and the ones that Spencer had left, the former’s being a lot less plentiful but darker than the latter’s. The both of them were respectful enough to leave them in places that wouldn’t show (at least that wouldn’t show up from  under your work clothes, you wouldn’t be able to wear your sports bra/shorts get up for a while). 

You sigh, thinking about the predicament that you were in. You liked Emily, you really did, but it felt more superficial than what you have with Spencer. You could excuse your infatuation with Spencer due to you both sharing so many common interests: your love of reading, TV shows about certain time-traveling doctors, and your unending thirst for knowledge. And yet, you felt a closer attachment to Emily. It was something that you felt right away, before you knew that she was your coworker, ever since you met her at the coffee shop. You didn’t know how you could face her, maybe even both of them together. You reluctantly get dressed, your mind still full of the possible routes that you could take from here. The rumbling of your stomach kicked in midway doing your makeup, so you decided to worry about the more important question of what to get for breakfast. You were just finished getting dressed when you heard a knock on your door. 

You open the door to find Spencer, hair slightly damp and with two drinks and a brown paper bag in his hands. “Hey, (Y/N),” he started, seemingly flushed. “Mind if I come in?”

Oh shit, oh fuck, you think to yourself, not sure of what to say. You just looked into his eyes and found yourself nodding, stepping aside to let him in. He took a tentative step inside, you peeking out to see if anyone saw him, and closing the door behind you.

“I brought us breakfast,” he says, motioning to the brown paper bag in his hand, which he plopped down on the small table. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like coffee or tea, so I got you earl grey, it has more caffeine than normal tea but not as much as coffee.”

You chuckle, feeling more at ease. “Thank you.”

He gives you one of those half-smiles, one that sad that he had a lot more on his mind (more-so than usual) to talk about. “You were gone when I woke up.”

You feel a pang of guilt hit your heart. “Yeah… I’m sorry about that, I just didn’t want anybody on the team to talk. Not until we figure out what this,” you motion back and forth between you and him, “is.” You think for a moment, not sure if you should tell him, before sighing and telling him. “And there’s something you should know. You know those marks on me you found last night?” You breathe in, shakily. “Emily left them.”

He stares at you. No slight widening of the eyes, no gasp of shock, not even a breath out of place. It was like the training at the academy flashed before you, the parts that showed you how to detect the truth behind someone’s face. He knows. How does he know?

“How did you know?,” you blurt out, looking away from him as you do. You can hear him calmly pick up his drink and take a sip, setting it down quietly on the table. He brought his hand up to face, resting it on your chin and using it to tilt up your head to face him. You could feel your face get hotter, and felt disappointment when he pulled his hand away. 

“ She told me,” Spencer said coolly. “She actually was the one who told me that I should go for it. For you, I mean.”

“Why?” you asked, feeling genuine confusion.

At this point, Spencer was looking a little bit nervous. “Do you remember after our last case? At the club?” You nodded. “Well, before Emily and I had stepped in with you and that guy, we were talking about you. How we both…” he trailed off, before picking back up, “had feelings for you. And how we liked you from both of our first meetings.”

Oh . Well, that would explain why they were both protective of you then. You nod cautiously, silently urging him to continue.

“We sort of came to an agreement, that after some time spent with the two of us separately, you should decide who you’d like to stay with.”

You were… stunned to say the least. You’ve had your fair share of hookups and relationship drama, sure, but nothing quite like this before.

“But, uh obviously you don’t need to decide anything right now. Emily and I both understand if you want to go on dates, or other things, with either of us before you make your final decision,” he stammers out, lowering his voice when talking about the so-called “other things”.

You think. For what seems like forever you think. While this situation may be strange, it does feel a lot better than the emotional guilt you felt while sleeping with Spencer , you thought. But wait… “If the two of you are competing over me, then why did Emily tell you to go for it?”

You could see a light blush fill his cheeks as he responds, “Even though we’re both pursuing you, she’s still a good friend, and wants me to be happy and have a fair shot at you.”

You think back to your time with her, and then your time with him. You remain pensive, thinking carefully on what you wanted to say next. “...Okay, I’ll go along with this… for now,” you say slowly. “I mean I really like the both of you, so let’s just see how this pans out, okay?” You give Spencer a wry smile and place your hands on him. He smiles up at you and nods. “Now,” you say, your mouth salivating at the sight of the food, “Let’s eat!”

…

Once the both of you finish eating, Spencer leaves to grab his go-bag from his room. You gather up the items in your own room, making sure that you have all of your chargers, laundry, and any other items you may have left there. Once you were sure that you had everything, you step outside, seeing Spencer right outside his own door. You wave to him, and he makes his way over to you. You both head to the lobby to turn in your keys, which is where you find Hotch and Rossi. “Where’s Morgan and JJ?,” you ask, doing a quick scan around for the pair.

“Well we are five minutes early, let’s give them some time,” Hotch says dismissively, before stepping away to take a call.

Rossi turns to the both of you. “By the way… great job you two. You especially, (Y/N), you seem to be fitting in so well for a beginner.”

You feel a flush of embarrassment for being spoken of so highly, looking at Reid for some reassurance. He gives you a light nod and a smile, so you smile back and look at Rossi, thanking him.

Two familiar faces step into the lobby, JJ and Morgan, who seem pretty giggly at the sight of you next to Reid. You brush it off, as the head of your team returns from the call and the team heads to the airplane hangar.

…

After talking to some of your team members for most of the flight, you find yourself restless on what to do next. Reid taps your shoulder from the next of you, asking you, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” you say. “Just crippling boredom.”

“Oh…,” he says, before getting up and turning to ask you, “want to play a game?”

You look at him inquisitively. “What kind of game?”

“Well, we have playing cards, Uno, Scrabble, a whole bunch of stuff if you want to take a look?”

“Sure,” you say, getting up next to him as he leads you to the snack station, opening up another cupboard and revealing the different types of games. “You a big fan of chess?”

He just stares ahead, not responding for a second before replying, “Not a huge fan anymore.”

That’s strange , you think, but decide not to press the issue further. “Uno it is then! Morgan, JJ, you guys want to play?”

They look at each other, before looking back at you and agreeing. You do a little cheer, waltzing back to your chair to play with them.

…

War. Bloodbath. No one is leaving unscathed. Reid got to uno four times, but kept getting dealt +4’s by Morgan. So. Many. Reverses between you and JJ. You only have one card left, all you need is for Reid to keep the green cards going. You eagerly watch as he picks and places a card onto the table. It’s a green 7. You practically slam down your green 4.

“I WIN! YES!,” you say, putting your fist to the air in a way that is reminiscent of the ending of “The Breakfast Club”. Morgan, JJ, and Reid all chuckle, placing their remaining cards onto the table. “Good game you guys, good game,” you say, giving each of them an eager handshake. There’s a more bubbly atmosphere than there was before. 

“You know, you two seem very close now,” JJ starts, nudging Morgan with her elbow. “And you guys seem to have so much in common, too.”

“Hehe, yeah,” you say, turning to face Reid before looking back at JJ. “We got to talking last night after the case and it turns out that we have a lot of things in common.” Reid nods in agreement.

“And was that the only thing that you two did last night? Talk, I mean,” JJ says, leaning back into her seat.

Oh shit oh fuck she knows. 

“You saw (Y/N) coming out of my room this morning, didn’t you?”, said Reid coolly. 

“Right on the money, pretty boy,” Morgan says, a mischievous look in his eye. 

Oh shit of fuck, THEY know.

“Well,” Reid said, as calm as you’d ever seen him, “what you saw was (Y/N) returning me my book.”

You catch his eye from the corner of yours, and quickly follow up with, “Oh yeah, I spent all night reading up on Les Miserables . I’ve been meaning to finish it for years but finally did last night, uh, thank you again Reid.”

They slightly nod, seemingly semi-content with your answer as Reid actually pulls up his annotated copy of it from his bag. The coast is clear for now, I guess .

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The jet lands once more, and once more you are left with the slightest feeling of jet-lag. It was around three when you all landed, so you decided to fill out paperwork during the remainder of the work-day, which the rest of your colleagues decided to do as well. Once you all reached the BAU floor, you and Morgan decide to check up on Penelope before getting started on work. You waved goodbye to Reid before heading with “Chocolate Thunder”, as Garcia so aptly named him.

Penelope answered the door with a meekness, which turned to a look of pure joy when she saw the two of you. She ushered you inside and you took time to look around at all the knick-knacks, fuzzy pens, and unicorn statues that were splattered throughout the room. You remember getting a quick tour before takeoff on your first case, but you didn’t really get much of a look inside of Garcia’s room (and there was a lot to see). You’d never seen so many monitors before, and your mind was spinning seeing different lines of green code running across the screen (with one monitor containing cute cat videos). You let out a whistle, looking around at the different little trinkets within the room. “You like?” Garcia asked, gesturing around the room.

“It’s a very cool Bat-Cave” you respond, picking up a neon pink stress ball that lay on one of the tables. 

“Well, you’re welcome anytime we don’t have a case, mon ami,” Penelope responds, sitting back on her chair. “Which, granted, isn’t very often but it’s available when it does happen.” Pen turns her attention over to Morgan, who’s fiddling with one of her fuzzy pens. “And why are you here light of my life, fire of my loins?”

“You quoting Nabokov to me baby girl?” Morgan asks, an eyebrow raised.

Garcia looks stunned for the quickest moment before replying, “I think the good doctor temporarily inhabited your body for a second, sugar.”

Morgan laughs before explaining, “It’s only because of Reid that I know about that quote, he was talking to me about some of the changes from the book and movies.”

“Oh, I didn’t think Reid would be interested in the Lolita films,” you say out loud, causing Morgan and Penelope to look back at you. “But, uh, then again he seems like the kind of person that would be interested in anything.”

“That’s our Reid,” Pen says, laying back and fidgeting with a rubix cube on her desk. “Speaking of Reid, (Y/N), I heard that you two were spotted canoodling at the hotel.”

Morgan, who was taking a sip of water, proceeded to choke and playfully glare down Garcia.

“Well,” you say, facing Garcia and pointing to Morgan, “at least I know who told you.”

Garcia giggles and continues, “So, is it true? What’s going on between you and our resident pretty boy?”

You contemplate telling them exactly everything that’s going on, but you decide to let some details slip. “He’s really nice,” you say, twiddling your thumbs and looking down. “And I like him, but I kind of like someone else too. So, it’s complicated.”

Penelope ponders for a moment before saying, “While I’d love to see you two together and with a trio of brainiac babies, I understand if there’s someone else. Just please,” she says, lowering her voice before continuing, “please don’t hurt him.”

“I won’t,” you say quickly, meaning it.

…

You walk back out and into the bullpen, with Morgan beside you after bidding Penelope adieu. There, you spotted the usual: Hotch and Rossi in their respective offices and the rest of you coworkers at their desks. Including…

“Emily!,” you squeak, surprised to find her sitting slightly on your desk, chatting with none other than Reid, who was sitting in your chair. They both turned toward you and smile, Reid leaning back and placing the constant prop of a book in his hands onto your desk. You clear your throat and say, “Um, so did the consulting in New York go well?”

“Yes, actually, the NYPD already had all the pieces, they just needed to take a step back and look at it from a different angle. How did LA go?”

“Oh,” you say quietly as you think for a moment, reflecting on the case. Your mind flashes back to that moment with Reid that made you know that you wanted him.

He rubs around your waist, resting his hand on your waist. “I told you that I’ve got you.”

Spencer, as if reading your mind, cuts in, “(Y/N) and I worked really well together.” He looked straight at Emily, the tension palpable between them before Emily gives you a slightly icy stare. She then smiles, walks over to you and gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, asking you:

“Hey now that we’re both back in town, we should go get dinner, maybe go out for some dri-”

“Actually, (Y/N) and I were planning to head back to mine to watch Kubrick’s Lolita and dissect all of the flaws and differences between it and the book,” Spencer cuts in, giving you a slight nod. You don’t quite recall making those plans, but you didn’t have much time to articulate that when Morgan’s voice fills the air.

“Drinks sounds great, let me get JJ and Garcia in on this. O’Malley’s sound good?”

To get yourself out of the precarious situation between Spencer and Emily, you nodded. “Oh, one thing you,” you ask, “Do they serve food too? I’m actually starving.” As if on cue, your stomach growled, prompting a laugh from Morgan, Emily, and Spencer. 

“Don’t worry, they’ve got the best burgers in town.”

…

O’Malley’s looked small on the outside but was quite spacious inside. Morgan managed to snag you all a table, closer to the back, one that was right next to a pool table and a target on the wall meant for dart-throwing. After chowing down your food, the atmosphere was quite nice. Everyone, including Reid and Prentiss, were getting along quite well, and singing along to whatever Ke$ha song happened to come onto the radio.

You ordered a shot of tequila with Dr. Pepper to chase it, giving you a nice little buzz throughout the rest of the night. Reid took a sip of beer before coughing and decided to keep drinking water. Emily, upon seeing your drink of choice, ordered the same. 

When you were buzzed you gained a bit of… confidence. You unbuttoned your blouse, rolled up your sleeves and said “Who wants to play pool?”

Spencer and Emily agreed almost instantaneously, with JJ being your fourth. She partnered up with Emily, opting for stripes while you and Reid partnered together, opting for the solids.

You were one shot away from winning when Reid leaned into you, helping you angle the cue stick by enveloping you in his arms and guiding your hands with his. You let out a shaky breath and pushed the cue forward, watching as the white ball hits yours and how your solid red ball slowly rolls into its intended target.

You jump for joy and squeal, giving Spencer and hug and quick kiss on the lips. Well, if you could even call it a kiss. It was more like you smashing your face into his, but he didn’t seem to mind. You hear whoops from the onlookers at the table, and look away, face slightly flushed.

The rest of your time at the bar is filled with laughter, and a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Eventually, the time arrives where all of your coworkers bid you adieu.

All, of course, but Reid and Prentiss.

“No, come on, let me drive you guys home,” Reid protests, holding Prentiss’s car keys in his hands.

The night air is slightly chilly, with you covering your arms and shivering against the slight breeze.

Emily sighs, nodding and saying, “I guess I should know better than to protest, come on (Y/N).” She grabs your hand and leads you to the backseat of her car. You hop in and buckle up, not expecting Emily to sit right next to you. Spencer turns on the car, the engine roaring before settling on a slight purr.

…

You three had arrived on your street when Emily started tracing her hand onto your inner thighs. The material of your pants was thin, making the slight movement feel so sensitive that you let out a small gasp. You see Reid’s eyes look up at the rearview mirror before quickly darting back to the road. Emily chuckles, moving her hand closer and closer to the dampening spot between your legs when Reid pulls into her driveway.

“Hey, (Y/N), would you mind if I spent the night at your house?,” Reid asks, before adding, “It’s pretty late and the last train has already left.”

“Sure,” you say, clearing your throat and exiting the car, Emily following suit.

“Can I come over for a sec too?,” Emily asks, “I lost my charger in New York, and I’m wondering if I could use yours for a bit, just until I get a new one.”

You tell the brunette yes as well, the three of you walking over to your house. You could feel a slight tension in the air, but couldn’t place what kind of tension until you all walked in the door.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, feeling something poking at your ass and the smell of new books alerting you that the person hugging you from behind was Reid. You close your eyes and let yourself sink into him, when you feel another pair of arms wrap around your front and lips on yours: Emily. 

“If you’ll have us, (Y/N),” Spencer says, grinding onto you, “we want to test who can please you more.”

Emily stops kissing you to say, “In other words, both me and pretty boy over here are going to fuck you to see who makes you cum first… or more. Is that okay, honey?” She holds your face in her hand, eagerly awaiting a response.

You nod, grabbing both of their hands and leading them into your bedroom.

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The both of them waste no time in touching, teasing, and groping you. Spencer kisses on your neck from behind, while Emily kisses from your breasts to your panty line. You’re all in your underwear now, with both you and Reid on the edge of the bed and Emily kneeling before you. You feel two sets of hands push you fully onto the bed now, with Reid and Emily switching places. While Emily is kissing you and reaching underneath your chest to unhook your bra, Reid is making quick work of your panties, carefully sliding them up and off your legs. Around the same time, Emily finally unhooked your bra.

In no time, there were two sensations on your body giving you immense pleasure: Reid’s tongue, swirling around your clit, and Emily’s tongue, swirling around your nipples. Your breath and body were shuddering with moans, as you inched closer and closer to cumming. Reid seemed determined not to make you finish though, because as soon as you reached closer and closer, Reid’s tongue would make its way around other parts of your pussy. “May I put my fingers in?” Reid says, eagerly awaiting your reply.

“Mmm… yes,” you say, seeing Reid delicately slip part of his finger inside you. 

As he slowly enters more and more of his digit into you, you can feel yourself tighten around him. You see Reid shudder, and go a bit faster in pace with his finger before slipping another in. No denying it felt good , but it felt even better as his fingers curled up and met your g-spot. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, especially with Reid now using his tongue once again to lick your clit. Your breathing becomes so light and fast that you think you can feel yourself becoming a bit lightheaded, having to close your eyes to stave off being overstimulated. You feel a tap on your thigh, and then the feelings stop.

You whine and moan as you feel both Emily and Reid come off of you. Emily, looking at you with ravenous eyes, states, “My turn.”

You look to Reid, who nods, stepping back for a second and looking unsure of what to do with himself. Not wanting him to be left out, you invite him up on the bed and wait for what Emily will do next.

Emily, after unhooking her bra and pulling down her panties, lays back and pulls a packet below your pillow. You have no idea when she stashed it, but don’t read into it too much as you try to figure out what it contains. “Honey,” she says, opening it up and drizzling its contents along her chest, stomach, and inner thighs. She guides your mouth to one of her nipples, and the flavor of raw honey hits your tongue so sweetly that you close your eyes to take it in. “Do me a favor and clean me up, (Y/N)?”

Happily , you say, or rather think since you waste no time in making your way around Emily’s body. You can feel Reid rubbing up against you from behind while you do so, still feeling the fabric of his boxers as he remains the last one to be somewhat clothed.

Having successfully licked off both of her breasts, you trail the tip of your tongue down her chest into her stomach. Quickly, to catch her off guard, you make your way to her inner thighs, lightly nibbling into the space. You can hear her shuddered moans, encouraging you to continue. You lean forward, and with your right hand you trace her lips with your fingers. You see her drool slightly, giving you an idea.

“May I?”, you say, motioning to your ring and middle finger which are slowly inching inside the cavern of her mouth. She nods, opening her mouth slightly for you to explore.

You swirl your fingers around her tongue. “Suck.” And she does.

You pull out your fingers, a light line of saliva trailing behind them which quickly breaks as your hand makes its way back down to her pussy. You begin again licking the last bits of honey off of her body, as your fingers twirl around her clit. You decide to get a bit of revenge for the deep marks that Emily left on your skin, sucking and nibbling on her lower stomach until a deep red mark appears. You continue rubbing her as her moans get quicker and louder, until…

“(Y-Y/N), I’m gonna-,” Emily tries to mutter but is cut off by her own moan as your tongue enters the fray, slipping into her aching hole. Her taste occupies your mind, as you do whatever you can to get more of it. You can feel her tensing more and more before letting loose and struggling to catch her breath. 

No break for you though, as Reid’s hands have now begun roaming your body quite assertively. You lean back into him, letting yourself focus on the sensations of his warm hands on your somewhat cold skin. You were mesmerized by the way that he gripped your thighs, and shivered at his breath on your neck. His hands didn’t really seem to be going any particular direction, they just felt desperate to touch all of you.

You turn to Emily –who’s successfully caught her breath– and smirk at her. “Hey,” you direct at both of them, “I have an idea.” Spencer nods and Emily sits up, both of them waiting for your direction.

You lay Emily back down and position Spencer on his feet, making sure that he has the headboard behind him to support him if needed. You were the last piece of the puzzle, positioning yourself on top of Emily’s face and right in front of Spencer’s now unsheathed dick.

You all waste no time in getting started, with Emily eagerly licking up your wetness with the same ferocity that you gave her pussy. Spencer on the other hand looks confused, until you turn back to face him and put the tip of his cock in your mouth.

Spence throws his head back in pleasure as more and more of his dick fills up your mouth. To make him really squirm, you use your tongue to swirl circles on the underside of his cock, driving him wild. You alternate between sucking him in and focusing on his tip with your tongue, both actions driving him wild. 

Below you, Emily is hard at work eating you out. Her method was a bit different than Reid’s, opting to solely focus on your clit. You found yourself grinding on her face, using one of your hands to bring her head closer to your pussy. 

Seeing that action, an emboldened Reid used both of his hands to grab your head and started slowly leading you with each thrust deeper and deeper than you’d gone before. Soon enough, you were able to touch the base of his cock with your mouth alone. He looked to be getting close, so you tapped his thigh twice, prompting him to pull out. You straightened yourself up and off of Emily as well.

Before either of them could say a word, you slithered under the bed and retrieved a special box. You bring it back up to the bed in front of the now sitting and confused Spencer and Emily. You open the box, revealing quite a few naughty items. Emily smirks, while Spencer looks intrigued. You pull out the black strap-on, some lube, and a pink vibrator.

“Let’s keep this going, shall we?”

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After a few minutes of deliberation, the three of you set up a sort of game plan. Emily lays back down in front of you, propped up somewhat by a pillow. Reid is behind you, and you’re on your knees, wearing the strap-on.

You lube up your silicone cock, positioning yourself to enter Emily’s pussy, while Spencer does the same with you. You start by entering Emily, watching her let out a low grunt with each inch or so that you enter her with. She has her legs propped up, so you take the opportunity to slightly part them more and grip onto her inner thighs from around them. You give her a few good thrusts, easing her onto you.

Once she’s used to you, Spencer comes in from behind, gripping your hips much like he was when you three were in this position earlier. This time, though, his unclothed cock rubs up against your dripping wet pussy, lightly grazing your clit with each time it passes. You whine and Reid chuckles, finally entering you with no further hesitation.

His cock feels warm, hot even, and it takes a bit longer for you to adjust to its girth than Emily did with yours. It takes a while for you three to enter a good rhythm, to align your thrusts into Emily with Spencer’s thrusts into you. Eventually it becomes synced up, eliciting a cacophony of moans you pray your other neighbors don’t hear. Spence doesn’t always hit your spot, but the friction of his dick with the occasional hit edges you closer to cumming. 

You change up your technique with Emily often, though it’s hard with Spencer plowing into you. You start by taking it deep and slow, then more shallow and faster. You can tell that the change in speed and depth is driving her crazy by the drool slipping out of her mouth that she occasionally wipes away. She sits up a bit, knocking you and Spencer a bit off balance and cups your face. She looks deep into your eyes before slightly tilting her head and slipping her warm and wet tongue into your mouth. 

You pull out of her to better reach her mouth, but Spence doesn’t stop thrusting into you. Now that you’re not fucking Emily, he has better access to your pussy and takes advantage of that. He grips your hips harder, hitting your spot with every since thrust. His fingernails are digging into your hips so hard that you just know that they’ll leave marks long after you three finish. Still kissing Emily, you can feel his trusts getting sloppier and slower and you know exactly what that means.

You pull away from Emily and turn to meet Spencer, biting at his lip a bit and smashing your lips into him for a while. You only say one word, but he knows what you mean. 

“Inside.”

He nods, grabbing your hips again but you surprise him. Instead of waiting for him to thrust again, you back up into him. He takes his hands off of your hips and leans back slightly as you grind on him for a while. Without warning, you raise your ass up so that only his tip is in you, and slam it back down, repeatedly. The first time, Spence covers his mouth to stifle his groans, but he slowly lets his hands down as you keep going. It doesn’t take long for him to get the loudest that you’ve heard him, signaling that he finished inside you. He slowly eases his cock outside of you, dripping a light trail of cum from your pussy to his cock. 

…

After a little bit of clean-up, the three of you decide to change things up a bit. Emily, now wearing your strap, lays back as you climb on top of her. Spencer lays in bed next to her, recovering a bit from finishing still, but watching you and Em. She applies a bit of lube on the strap and around your pussy, lightly fingering you in order to get it in.

When you’re ready, you ease onto her. This was the first time you’ve had this strap used on you, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that the slight curve of it fit into your pussy perfectly. Since Spencer was a bit rough (not that you minded, of course), it takes you a bit longer to reach the base of it. Emily lets you bounce on it at your own pace for a while, grabbing at your tits and reaching up to suck them occasionally.

What you didn’t know is that oh-so-quiet Spencer had a trick up his sleeve. You didn’t even see him reach for it or turn it on, but you definitely felt the sudden vibrations on your clit, making your back arch and a loud moan escape your lips. Then you felt Emily grab your waist and bring you up and down on the strap and at this point, you figured you’d been had.

“You–fuck, you planned this out while I was in the bathroom, didn’t you?,” you ask them both, a smirk appearing on Emily’s face and a sheepish look on Spencer’s. He sits up and gets closer to you, sucking on your right breast, as Emily reaches and sucks on your left. Emily is more rough, not focusing on your nipple as much but leaving hickeys all around. Spence is more soft, twirling his tongue and lightly nibbling at your nipple. He makes the vibrator go harder, bringing you closer to the edge but he takes it away as soon as you get close.

He toys with you this way a little longer, and with Emily still thrusting deep in you, it nearly drives you crazy. You look pleadingly at Spencer and he finally lets you have it. You shudder and grind on the strap as you finish.

Spencer doesn’t stop though, keeping the vibe on you even though it’s desperately sensitive from your orgasm. Your moans get more high-pitched and whiny as Spencer kisses you, biting your lip like you did his earlier. It doesn’t take you long to cum again, the second time leaving Spence looking satisfied.

You climb off of Emily, just sitting up and resting for a bit. She takes off your strap and goes to lay it in your bathroom, as Spence goes out into the hallway where all of your go-bags are thrown haphazardly. He retrieves them in time for Emily to come back, the both of them opening theirs to gather their toothbrushes. They help you up and to the bathroom so that you can do your nightly routine with them, though the beginnings of the daylight are starting to peek through your windows. 

The three of you lay exhaustedly back in bed; you in the middle with Emily on your right and Spencer on your left. Your queen-sized bed can barely hold the three of you, but you make it work. “Thank God we don’t have to go in until Monday,” you mutter, nearly drifting off to sleep. You subconsciously grip onto Emily tightly and Spencer does the same to you, as you three ironically fall asleep as the sun starts to rise.

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Sore. That’s all you can think, every thought filling your head. Why is everything so fucking sore? Your mind flashes to last night (morning?) and you had your answer. You peek your eyes open, and though your blinds are drawn you can clearly tell that it’s the afternoon. Your brow furrows as you feel the bed for Emily and Spencer, but they’re both gone. You reluctantly get out of bed and throw on an oversized t-shirt from your alma mater and some panties. That’s when you can smell the faint scent of tea wafting from downstairs.

You grab your phone and head down your wooden staircase, turning a corner and nearly bumping right into Spencer. “Oh, uh, hey Spence,” you mutter, feeling shy now that you’re basking in the afternoon light.

He smiles softly, carefully picking up a mug and handing it over to you. “Earl grey,” he says, “the right amount of caffeine for a day off.” He can sense you looking around, and continues, “She’s picking up some breakfast, well I guess lunch, for us.” You nod, cupping the mug in your hands and blowing on the steam. You glance at your phone, noting that it’s about to be 2pm. Spencer keeps glancing back at you, causing you to give him a quizzical look. He fills the silence, stating, “So, about last night…”

“I had a good time,” you state, slightly cutting him off. He smiles, getting closer to you and giving you a peck on the forehead. You figure that he’s the type to get stuck in his own head, and you wanted to give him the reassurance that he needed. Plus, you really did feel like you had an amazing time. You set your tea down, lean in, and give him a peck on the lips.

Of course, it never stays so simple with him. Soon, a small peck turns into deeper kisses, which then turns into Spencer lifting you up onto your counter, rubbing his hardening cock against your panties. He’s more grabby than he was last night, continuously moving his hands across your ass, tits, and stomach, and squeezing each part as he passes. He lightly trails his slender hands under your shirt in a way that makes you shudder with sensitivity. He never stops kissing you, just changing the direction of his kisses, moving from your mouth all the way down to your inner thighs. He moves them aside, still leaving them on, and you can feel his heavy breath on your now exposed pussy.

Spencer looks up at you, awaiting your signal. You nod and he gets right to work, albeit tantalizingly slowly. You groan, “Mmmm you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you Spencer?”. You can see his eyes gain a mischievous glint as he swiftly picks up your knees, making you go slightly off-balance for a moment.

“I’ll enjoy myself more with this better angle,” Spence states, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before going back between your thighs and tongue-fucking you. The change in how he eats you out makes you go borderline insane, barely covering your mouth in time for loud noises to escape your mouth. Spence growls, yanking your hand off of your mouth, stating, “I want to hear you.” So, you give him what he wants. You get louder as you get closer and closer to finishing, trapping Spence between your thighs and squeezing his head more as well. You start cumming as the doorbell rings, making Spencer stop and look towards the door as you cover your mouth and shudder, your legs shaking.

After a moment, Spence helps you off of the counter and you both try to make yourselves look more presentable, with you smoothing down your hair and steadying your breath while Spence wipes his mouth and tucks his erect cock into his waistband. Since you’re still on shaky legs, you take a seat at the table and send Spence to answer the door. A few seconds later, you see Emily walk in with three to-go containers in a bag on her hand. “Got you some Chinese, there’s an amazing place just down the block from the cafe.” You thank her as she sets the containers on the table.

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After you three finish your meals, you all decide to spend the rest of the day doing your own activities in each others’ company. Reid, well, reads, while Em plays solitaire on her phone. You, on the other hand, work on a craft. At some point, the three of you decide to lay on the couch together and watch a movie. As you head to the kitchen to make some popcorn, you can hear Em and Spence whispering, but you can only make out a few words from beyond the screaming of the protagonist in the horror movie that you put on. Deep in thought, you don’t realize that the popcorn is done, nor that Emily came up behind you with her hands on your hips. Your trance is only broken when she grabs your face and kisses you. You smile at her, grabbing the popcorn from the microwave and putting it in a large metal bowl. With Em trailing behind you, the both of you go back into the living room.

Though the movie looked to be interesting, there was something that you had on your mind for a while that you felt that you needed to ask. “Did you guys ever, you know…?” You ask, uncertain that you wanted to know the answer. The two just stared at you silently, so you continued, “Well, it’s just that you guys are really close and,” you turn to Emily, “you told him to go for me. And last night you guys didn’t hesitate to go for me together . So, were you guys ever more than friends?”

There was a slight pause before Emily answered. “A few times, a while ago. We didn’t take it any further with each other, but…”

“But we still stayed really close,” Spencer finishes. 

“Extremely close,” you say with a slight chuckle in your voice. “And you’ll both still be okay no matter who I choose?” You hadn’t forgotten about the deal, and how it would likely lead to the end of either you and Spencer or you and Emily. The threesome last night didn’t exactly make you sway one way or the other either, Em and Spence were both good in their own ways, and you loved how attentive they were with you.

It takes them a moment to give you a reply, as they both stare at each other, presumably looking for a sign. Spence starts first with a slow and unsure nod, while Em gives a curt one. Not wanting to push the matter further, you state a simple okay. The change in atmosphere was palpable, but the three of you began to be comfortable again as you continued to watch the movie. Reid spouts out facts about the practical effects that he read in an article once, and Emily jumps up and grabs your arm whenever a jumpscare appears. 

Getting a devious idea, you slip a hand in Emily’s and Spencer’s respective underwear. You feel them both twitch and slightly turn your way as you get closer to their parts. You can feel Spencer harden and Emily get wetter under your touch, and can sense that they’re trying to keep quiet because they don’t know you’re playing with the other. You use that to your advantage for now, wanting to test the limit of how far they’ll go before unraveling completely.

It’s a bit difficult considering you’re far from ambidextrous, but you soon get into the rhythm of sliding your fingers in and out of Emily while also jerking off Reid. You think he’s going to break first, but his breathy moans are muffled by the score of the movie. Emily keeps shifting, mainly opening and closing her legs slightly to better the friction. And right when you can feel them both coming very close, you slip your hands out, making them both elicit big gasps. They both turn to each other in surprise, but don’t utter a word. Spence covers his mouth to hide his embarrassment while Em bites her nail.

“I have a proposition for you guys.”