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absolutely adore this. spicy and sweet all in one 💕💕

R&R Part 2

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Summary: After a really hard case in LA, he just wants to blow off some steam

Warnings: rough sex, dom!spencer, free use, friends with benefits, kitchen sex, fluff, idiots in love, confessions

word count: 3.7k

Part 1 | Main spencer fic masterlist

Something changed.

He goes to work while she works from home, she makes dinner, he comes home and she expects him to eat dinner with her like normal. That’s what she’s used to, only now he walks in and goes right to his room and she’s confused.

She walks over to his door, still in her apron, dinner has 10 minutes left in the oven and she’s scared their friendship is over. “Spence?”

“I’ll be out in a sec, hold on,” he replies, and she believes him.

Wandering back off into the kitchen, her phone buzzes on the tile counter.

lHer stomach flutters enough to make her not hungry anymore, the oven beeps taking her out of the moment and she rushes to find the oven mitts. Taking it out of the oven and laying it on the cutting board as Spencer walked out into the room.

“Smells delicious,” he announces, standing behind her and resting his hand on her side.

“Thanks,” she manages to say, finding it hard to breathe as he presses his chest to her back, looking at what she made.

“You’re so good to me,” he presses a kiss to her neck and she melts.

“I can put it back in the oven to stay warm,” she offers, pushing back against him with her ass to entice him.

“Why would you do that?”

“So you can bend me over the table and fuck me before dinner,” she suggests, voice low and antagonizing, he back away from her then.

“Go on,” he motions, watching her scatter to put it back in the oven and take off her apron. “Ah-ah,” he waves a finger at her, “keep that on, everything else can go.”

And just like that, she maneuvers out of her tank top and pants and lets him manhandle her over to the table where he pushes the placemats and cutlery to the floor and bends her over. “Didn’t think you were such a whore?”

“You’ve inspired me,” she teases, feeling him cross both her arms behind her back as he presses her down against the tabletop.

She can hear the teeth of his fly being pulled apart, the jingle of his belt as it falls to the side, he spits in his hand and covers himself. He spreads her legs, keeping them apart with his feet planted firmly on the ground, he slips in slowly.

“Fuck,” she groans, resting her head against the table and pushing back against him.

He’s not very kind about it, fucking her with intent the moment she’s adjusted to his girth. Making the table shake and skid across the hardwood floor slightly until it’s firmly against the wall. He was serious when he said he wanted to fuck out the stress of the day, slapping her ass as he pounds into her over and over.

She’s not quiet either, louder than she expected she’d be as he hits the same spot inside her again and again with each thrust, it was heaven. He unties her apron then, using the straps to tie her hands behind her back so he can hold her hips with both hands and fuck her mercilessly.

She’s practically screaming when he reached to cover her mouth, straightening her back a little and changing the angle at which he fucked her. “Shut the fuck up, the whole block can hear you.”

She mumbles behind his hand, making him move it slightly, “huh?”

“I said let them,” she admits between pants, “I want them to know…”

“Know what?” He whispers in her ear. “That you’re a depraved little slut who’d do anything to get this pretty little cunt pounded?”

She moans again, shocked that the sweet man who had to text her and ask if this was okay was suddenly talking like that to her. He’s never shown any signs of being this dominating and sexy, and yet here she is on the edge of orgasm as he degrades her.

“Go on then,” he orders. “Let them know who owns this pussy.”

“You do,” she mumbles again, too close to even use her brain right.

“What was that?” He teases her.

“Spencer!” She shouts, pushing back against him, her tits falling out of the apron, giving him something else to hold as he rams into her from behind like a feral animal. Chanting his name over and over, he finally reaches around and rubs her clit for good measure.

“Cum when you want, baby,” he gives her the okay her body needed to really let go, the building heat in her stomach reaches a fever pitch, exploding at once and taking him down with her. “Fuck you’re so tight,” he groans, knowing she’s close, he rubs her clit harder to match his thrusts.

She cums with a shout, followed by his hips sputtering as he loses control and almost crushes her against the table. Boxing her in, she’s tied up still and trapped there, barely able to catch her breath from the most intense orgasm she’s had in, well, forever, all thanks to her lovely roommate.

“Holy fuck?”

He laughs, pulling back and helping her out of the apron, “you okay?”

“Fantastic,” she can’t help but laugh too. She turns around to face him, adjusting her boobs behind the apron again and smiling up at him, “would you be able to plate dinner while I go get cleaned up?”

“Anything for you,” he’s extra sweet after he comes, leaning in, he shares a quick kiss with her that leaves her stunned.

“Okay,” she pulls away with a cheeky smile, “I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t be too long,” he says as he lets her go. “I’d miss you.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” she brushes it off, finally heading to the bathroom.

She cleans up well, slipping into a new pair of pyjamas and coming back to the table to find him waiting with two plates and everything back in order. “This looks amazing, Y/N, you really outdid yourself again.”

“It’s just funeral potatoes and chicken,” she laughs, pulling out her chair and joining him. “It’s not that big of a deal, it took 45 minutes.”

“It’s a big deal to me,” he’s very sincere. “I never really had home-cooked meals before you, I think that's pretty obvious with how I look now.”

“You’re very handsome with the extra weight,” she assures him. “You’re healthy, that’s what really matters. And cooking makes me feel like I’ve accomplished at least 1 thing in the day, so thank you for giving me that.”

“You’re really good at it too,” he compliments before shoving another bite into his mouth.

“I’m really glad you think so.”

“So,” he changes topics easily, “how was your day?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know if I’ll reach my deadline… this book is just so boring it makes editing feel like a chore.”

“I could do a quick edit for you?” He offers, “I can just zoom through and highlight any problems I see so when you get there it’s less work for you.”

She just smiles, “you’d do that for me?”

He nods, “it’s not a big deal, it’s just a few thousand words, it’ll probably take me 10 minutes,” he uses her phrasing back on her. Making her realize that he does things just to make her happy the same way she does for him.

Only she does it because she’s had a crush on him since day one, he’s just doing it to be nice.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do as a thank you?”

“Like?” His brow raises.

She shrugs, “I think it’s pretty obvious I’m down to do anything with you.”

“Even something completely non-sexual?” He stares at the table as he asks, nervous and shy again. “like— I don’t know, cuddling and watching a movie?”

“I didn’t know you liked cuddling?” It just slips out. “I love to cuddle, you don’t have to ask you can just come snuggle up any time you’re lonely.”

“Really?” His eyes light up. “I— I’ve never really had anyone in my life who wants to just cuddle?”

“I think you’d be the best cuddle buddy,” she praises him, knowing that was something he needed some time. “After dinner, we can watch something on my TV in my room and snuggle up, okay?”

He nods with a sweet smile, “okay.”

—

First, he showers the day off, she likes to clean the kitchen after dinner completely alone so she can think about her writing in silence, it’s something he loved to witness, but he needed some time alone to think as well.

Standing under the hot water, he can’t help but think about how much he likes her now. He always had a thing for her, she’s kind and beautiful and loving and everything he wants, and she’s offering it all to him.

The only reason he asked for a casual thing is because he’s afraid she doesn’t want anything more than that. She’s never brought someone home, she doesn’t date and she’s never come on to him before the other night. He would have never guessed she thought he was hot or cute or handsome or any of the words she called him so far. He was oblivious to the signs of people liking him back, and with her, it was like he was love blind. He couldn’t tell that the reason she was so sweet to him was because she loved him back.

He gets into his comfy clothes, letting his hair air dry as he wanders around his room aimlessly for something to do as he waits for her. He looks through his movies, trying to think about what they could watch tonight, she’d probably let him pick, seeing as he was going to read her current book 75% faster than she could.

She had a new book every month, reading draft after draft of potential bestsellers, editing them down to a reasonable story and adding annotations to the parts she would change. It's partly why he wanted her as his roommate out of all the applications he received. He wanted to talk to her about books, he wanted to know what she liked and maybe read something new before anyone else even heard of it. It was the perfect match for them to live together, and now he’s thinking she’s the perfect match for him in general.

She knocks on his door lightly when she’s done the dishes, “come in.”

“Did you pick a movie?” She asks, standing there with a sweet smile and a wet patch on her shirt at the same height as the counter. It was cute.

“I was thinking Star Trek beyond?”

“That's my favourite,” she smiles, and he knows that it’s why he picked it.

“Let me just grab my pillow and I’ll be there in a second,” he smiles back, letting her leave to get her room ready before he shows up.

“Sounds good,” she agrees cheerfully before turning away and heading back to her room.

He was so excited to just be close to her, a new kind of warmth ran through his veins in anticipation of cuddling with her again. After they had sex the other night, when she stayed on him and let him hold her and touch her delicately, loving her the way she deserved, he’s not stopped thinking about it.

That whole night was like a dream come true like he fell into his favourite porn and lived out a fantasy that he thought would stay simply that forever. A fantasy. Being touched like that, feeling the vibrations and her touch at the same time. Seeing her basically naked, being that open and vulnerable… it was ethereal.

He grabs his favourite pillow, turning off his light before heading over to her room where she’s lit candles and set the lights down low with Star Trek already loaded on the tv. Her room was such a sweet vibe, he’s been in there to watch movies before, feeling safe and comfortable beside her, but tonight was going to be different.

He usually just sits beside her, watches the movie in silence while thinking about holding her hand or her head resting on his shoulder, slowly scooting closer and closer until she’s finally the one to cuddle ever so slightly. It’s all he wanted, and he never knew how to ask. If only he knew she wanted to cuddle as well, they’d be cuddling every single day as long as he’s known her.

She pats the side of her bed, the covers folded down and her pillows moved over so he can add his own, the way she always greeted him on movie nights. He sits beside her, getting settled in as she pulls the covers back up and snuggles into him automatically, there isn’t a weird waiting period, they don’t slowly adjust to it, she just cuddles him.

He holds her close, resting his cheek on her head as she listens to his heartbeat for a moment and he breaks. It’s so sweet, it’s everything he’s wanted for so long, he lets out a deep sigh that he’s not sure how long he’s been keeping in, finally comfortable and safe in her arms.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“about what?” He asks, there are so many potential things she could bring up right now.

“Why you were so stressed… did something bad happen at work?”

He nods, “you know how I was in LA the last few days?”

“How could I forget, it sucked not having you home,” she admits while his brain gets caught on the last word.

Home.

That's what she was to him. She was his home, his safe place, his love, his family, everything.

“Jennifer told me she’s always loved me,” he whispers. “And I think it’s the biggest load of horse shit she’s ever dropped.”

She lets out a startled laugh, pulling away and looking at him, “are you serious?”

“Unfortunately,” he rolls his eyes. “And like, tonight is Rossi’s rehearsal dinner, tomorrow is his wedding, and I have to face her husband and children after hearing that…”

“What was the context?” She pries, sitting up and getting into his lap so they’re still touching as he talks. She likes to watch him talk, he’s always noticed that. She was the only person he really made eye contact with when he spoke, watching her watching him tell stories and share facts was like watching someone see the stars for the first time. She always paid attention to him perfectly, and it’s the main reason why he couldn’t believe JJ.

“Well,” he doesn’t know how to tell her without letting it slip that he was held hostage again. She really hated learning about the shit he went through at work, buying a whole new first aid kit during her first week living with him so she could bandage him up when he came home, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

“What happened?” She knows.

“I was held hostage with her, he made us play truth or dare with a gun held to her head, and he said she had to tell me a secret no one has ever heard,” he explains, “I had it under control, I always have 2 guns on me, I just needed her to distract him, I didn’t think she’d say she has been in love with me since the beginning.”

“She needed something that would shock you,” she rationalizes it. “There’s no way she was serious, I barely know her, but from the shit, you tell me after work, there’s no way… none whatsoever.”

“what do you mean?” He wants to know her opinion. “Honestly, how do you feel knowing her secret?”

“Disappointed,” she whispers. “She watched her parents drift apart after her sister died, she knows what it’s like to have her parents divorce, I think it’s selfish to put her kids through that. I also think it’s selfish for her to lead will on that long if it was true while also making you feel like shit because you liked her and desperately wanted that kind of life with her—

“Not anymore,” he admits. “I stopped dreaming about that life a long time ago… around when I met Maeve.”

“Around when Emily died,” she reminds him. “Those were two very defining moments in Reid lore,” she teases.

Knowing his whole story, the way he also knows hers, they bonded over a bottle of wine on the night she moved in, letting far too much spill out but in the end, it just made them closer. She was his best friend, living with her was like one big sleepover, or going to college with a childhood friend. They stayed up, they braided each other's hair, they shared secrets and dreams and now they shared each other.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I think when she lief to me like that, I couldn’t trust her.”

“And you still don’t?”

He shakes his head. “No, she hasn’t said anything to me since so I’m hoping it was just to fool the unsub because I’m not sure how to handle it if she was serious…”

“Tell her we’re dating,” she suggests, “she’d back off quickly if you’re already taken, but she’ll be pissed that you didn’t tell her… or better yet bring me to the wedding and I’ll tell her.”

He laughs, “I was going to bring you anyway.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Now,” he realizes how long he waited to ask. “Are you free tomorrow at 2pm?”

She nods with a smile, “I am, luckily for you.”

“I’m wearing a burgundy suit,” he tells her in advance, “if you want to match and really pull that off.”

“Do they even know I exist?” She wonders, “cause I’ve never met them in the 10 months I’ve been here.”

“Cause you’re busy when they’re all home,” he tells the hard truth. He was really just afraid of her being a part of that life, it was safer to keep her separate.

“So they don’t know you have a roommate?” She looks a little upset, “do you not tell them about me?”

He shakes his head, “you’re too special to bring to work.”

The smile that builds on her face is worth keeping her a secret, “I’m a big girl, you don’t have to worry about me getting hurt. I’ve watched enough serial killer documentaries and memorized your facts to live.”

“Really?” He laughs, “like what?”

“Well, I know that 90% of women abducted are killed in the first 36 hours. I know that based on how they hurt me correlates to something in their childhood that messed up their love map, and I’d probably just annoy them with therapy-like questions until I can get free,” she explains it like it’s easy. “I think I could use what they like against them, get close to them and then fuck their whole day up.”

He laughs awkwardly, “yeah… you could try that.”

“I’m very persuasive,” she reminds him.

“I still don’t want to ever see you get hurt because of me,” he’s honest. “Everyone I love has been hurt, I can’t do that to you.”

“Can’t let me get hurt or can’t love me so I won’t ever be?” She reads him like a book, always knowing everything he means better than he does.

“I can’t let you get hurt.”

“So... you love me?” She melts, he sees it in her face how she feels about him and how much that means to her.

“I do,” he presses his lips together. “But I don’t want that to ruin what we have here.”

“It can’t,” she shakes her head with a smirk, “believe me, it’s just going to make it better.”

“Okay,” he gives in, anxious that things will change but hopeful she’s right like she always is.

“I’m just going to say this and then we’re going to move on, okay?” She prefaces. “But, I think you’re wonderful. I value you, having you in my life is a blessing. Talking to you makes my day better. If I was a plant, your facts would be sunlight, I need them to survive. I love your voice, and how smart you are. I like how big your heart is and that you care all the time, and I think if anyone gets to tell you they’ve loved you as long as they’ve known you, it should be me.”

His heart skips a beat then, he takes longer to process it than he wanted and then she moves on. “So, other than that, was work okay today?”

He nods, letting it go and doing as she asked, “yeah, but I’m glad I’m home now.”

“Me too,” she smiles, moving off of his lap and back into a comfortable cuddling position, “ready to watch this?”

“Yep,” he wraps his arms around her, snuggling in close and paying no attention to the screen.

His ears stay attached to the sound of her breathing, the way she giggles and whispers her favourite lines, he loved her more than he could ever express and he knew she felt something similar, only she could explain it. And she did it beautifully, making him feel truly loved for the first time ever. So he just kept holding her there, taking in the 2 hours and 25 minutes of peaceful cuddling and human contact without a worry that it would come to an end too soon.

“Did you want to stay here tonight?” She whispers up at him, “you’re so comfortable.”

“Sure,” he can’t help but smile as they pull apart. Getting ready for the night, brushed her teeth and took care of everything around the house before retreating back to her room again.

She snuggles in once more, kissing the side of his neck gently once she’s settled, “I could get used to this.”

“Me too,” he’s honest. “And I don’t think that would be a bad thing…”

“Nothing involving you could be a bad thing,” she whispers. “You’re goodness personified, you’re the colour yellow. You’re pink lemonade on a sunny day… you’re all the good things at the same time Spencer Reid, never forget that.”

“I can’t… remember?” He teases her with a whisper before kissing her head. “Thank you.”

“Goodnight Spence,” she whispers back.

“Goodnight.”

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