do you believe me now? | 4
in which spencer reid and inexperienced fem!reader are interrupted at the most inopportune of times. he calls you on the first night of his case. dirty talk turns into a hard conversation. we get a glimpse into spencer's past, and we finally learn why he's so hesitant to sleep with you.
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18+ (smut)
warnings/tags: dirty talk, phone sex/mutual masturbation, softdom!spence, obligatory he talks u through it, lots of graphic discussions of sex, established relationship, angst (sorrryyy!)
a/n: so remember how i said you'd need the bonus chapter to fully appreciate/understand this part? i was wrong!! it will come in handy probably in the next part tho:) also idk how these parts keep getting so long im sorry! anyway, i love you all so bad. thank you for bearing w/ my craziness. PLEASE let me know your thoughts on this part!! i adore hearing from you!! kisses
(also special thank you to @fliesforeyes who convinced me phone sex w/ spence could be done!! i will link his phone sex blurb here :)) thank u binx!!
โThree million six hundred eighty four thousand three hundred thirty two times fourteen million seven hundred sixty one thousand nine hundred seventy one.โ
Youโve lost count of how many stupid math questions youโve asked your human calculator boyfriend, just to see if he can actually do them. Spencer is silent for a second, and you think youโve finally stumped him.ย
โThat one is complicated.โ
You sit bolt upright in his bed, looking down at him and pointing an accusatory finger. His brows raise at the manic look in your eye.ย
โYouย donโt know.โ
โI do know. I meant it would be hard to explain if you arenโt a math person.โ
โBullshit!โ You scoff, โyou donโt know!โ
โIt would display on a calculator as five-point-three-eight-eight-E-thirteen. Itโs a really big number.โ
โOh,ย really big, huh?โ you mumble, searching for your phone blindly in the sheets and scrambling to open the calculator app. โUmโฆ what numbers did I say?โ
Spencer repeats them back to you and you press the equals sign.ย
You look at it.ย
And then you set your phone down.ย
โI was right, huh?โ he smiles up at you, probably reveling in your poutyย wrongness.ย
Too proud to admit it, you collapse on top of him, burying your face in his shoulder.ย
โI donโt like this game anymore. What the fuck even is anย e? Why are we doing algebra?โ
Spencer laughs, brushing your hair aside.ย
โThe e stands for exponent. Itโs to the power of ten.โ
โEver heard of aย rhetorical question?โ
โYes, I have.โ
Itโs hard not to snort even at his dumbest jokes.ย
โYouโre annoying. Letโs do something else.โ
You roll over onto your back again, letting your head flop over to look at Spencer, whose hair is exactly the right amount of messy after a long day, falling in impossibly soft waves over the perfect lines and contours of his face. Despite lounging, heโs still in his suit from workโheโd left Quantico and immediately picked you up. There were no solid plans for the evening, so after both of you pretended that you wanted to go out for a while, you ended up back at his apartment.ย
He looks good. Almostย tooย good.ย
โSomething like what?โ he smiles lazily, reaching over and tracing his fingers over your cheek.ย
โSomethingโฆ naked?โ
His grin widens and he shakes his head.ย
โMe naked or you naked?โ
Pretending to think about it, you roll your bottom lip between your teeth.ย
โMmโฆ why not both?โ
โHm. Why do I feel like I know where this is going?โ
The mattress sinks underneath your elbow as you prop yourself up, dropping your head over Spencerโs to kiss him.ย
โBecause youโreย soย smart, and you think itโs a great idea.โ
He entertains your kiss for a moment. Just a moment.
โYou sound sure of yourself.โ
โBecause I am!โ You finally give in to your impulses, tangling your fingers in his hair and looking at him meaningfully. โIt doesnโt make any sense for us to have not had sex. I donโt care about any of your weird, cryptic moral reasoning.โ
He grabs your wrist carefully.ย
โIt is notย moral,โ he scoffs. โWe havenโt even talked about it yet.โ
โReally? Because I feel like weโve talked about it aย lot.โย
He begins to reply, but you realize you donโt want to get into a debate over whether youโveย technicallyย talked about it yet. โI donโt even care! If thatโs all thatโs standing in your way, then letโs talk about it. Right now.โ
Spencer sighs, his eyes darting between yours as he reaches up to cradle your cheek.ย
โFine. But I have things to say youโre not going to like.โ
โSo business as usual?โ
He rolls his eyes. You allow yourself a tiny self-satisfied smirk, forever relishing in his poorly-hidden soft spot for your constant teasing. Spencer ignores this. Which is probably for the best.ย
โI know you probably wonโt see it this way, butโsex is different than everything else weโve done so far. It can be really fun, obviously it feels good, it facilitates deeper feelings of connectionโthatโs all true. Which is why, inย my opinion, itโs incredibly important that you be selective with who you sleep with. Because itโs so easy to do something you regret, and sex is vulnerable. It should always be with someone you trust andโandโฆ care about.โ
A pink flush stains his cheeks like watercolor as he stumbles over the last few words. It makes your heart flutter against the confines of your chest.
Maybe best not to think about the absence versus presence of certain four-letter words and what they may or may not mean. Youโll move on to more pressing matters and pretend like it doesnโt ache just a little in your whole body.ย
You cover his hand with your own.ย
โAre you going to break up with me anytime soon?โ
Spencerโs eyes widen, filling with genuine horror and confusion.ย
โWhat? No!โ
โAre you going to cheat on me?โ
โAbsolutely not, Iโโ
โThen Iโm not going to regret it. Issue resolved. Moving on.โ
โHoney, I just want you to be 100% sure that Iโm what you want.โ
โOh my god,โ you groan, flopping onto your back once more. โI haveย beggedย you to sleep with me onย multiple occasions. We have been dating for months and I liked you even longer before that. I think about itย literallyย every time I see you. I donโt know how toย beย any surer.โ
Itโs quiet for a moment as you study the imaginary pattern on the ceiling. The rebuttal youโd been anticipating doesnโt comeโinstead, the mattress shifts next to you. Spencer enters your field of vision, now leaning overย you with a little smile on his face that gives you butterflies.ย
โEveryย time?โ
โโฆyes, every time,โ you agree, voice considerably thinner than it had been a moment ago. Spencer glances at your lips as he speaks.ย
โInteresting. And what is it that you think about exactly?โ
You groan again, attempting to roll facedown, but he pins your shoulder to the bed. The way heโs sweetly kissing down your cheek and jaw is infuriating because youย knowย itโs a false pretense.ย
โUgh, I donโt know! Donโt make me answer that!โ
โYou said if talking about it was all that was standing in my way, we would talk about it. Now I want to talk about it. Come on,โ he says, voice low and cloying against your throat as he attempts to tease the answer out of you. โTell me what you think about when you think about us having sex.โ
You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his lips skimming your neck, hating how easily he can reduce you to this.ย
โIโฆ I always wonder what it will feel like. Sometimes I wonder if it will hurt.โ
Spencer sighs, interrogation by way of seduction momentarily forgotten. You silently curse yourself for saying something soย un-sexy.ย
โIt might, sweetheart. Thatโs one of the reasons weโve held back. Iโฆย reallyย donโt want to hurt you. I donโt even know if I can.โ
You grab his face in both hands, forcing him to look at you with more confidence than you feel.ย
โSometimes I worry about it, too. But I like you a lot more than it scares me. I still want to.โ
He kisses your palm.ย
โYouโll be okay. It doesnโt hurt for everyone, and even if it does, youโre resilient.โ
โExactly. Soย youย have to get over yourself.โ
Spencer laughs like he wasnโt expecting to, eyes sparkling as he regards you.ย ย
โYeah. Yeah, maybe I do.โ
Heโs smiling again as he leans down and kisses youโa slow, lingering thing which tastes like spearmint as you part your lips for him.ย
โPlease?โ you whisper against him after a long moment. He hums, keeps kissing you.ย
โWhat is it that you think you want? You donโt even know what youโre asking for.โ
โTell me,โ you beg, chasing his lips. โTell me what youโre going to do with me. We can talk about it. This is talking about it.โ
Spencer exhales deeply, wedging a thigh between yours. Immediately you clamp around it, trying not to grind against him too overtly.ย
โYou want to know what Iโd do to you?โ
โYesโโ you paw at his jacket. Surprisingly, he doesnโt stop you from pushing it off. Your heart pounds.ย
โWellโฆ we both know how anxious you get,โ he muses, pressing his lips so delicately to your fluttering pulse-point in emphasis, and then back to your mouth. His thigh pushes harder against you to supplant the absence of his lips as he speaks, though he kisses you sporadically and between sentences. โYouโre hard to get out of your head when youโre nervous, you know that? I watch it happen. One minute youโre with me, and then you start overthinking, and getting self-conscious. The only thing that seems to relax you is letting me touch youโso first I would touch you like Iโve touched you before. Iโd make sure you know howย prettyย you are and how good you deserve to feel.โ You whimper inadvertently at his words, arching into him and grinding against his leg as he pauses to kiss the sensitive soft spot below your jaw. โYouโre going to need to be really ready to let me in. Do you know what I mean by that?โ
As he asks, he pushes his thigh against you harder. Your body responds immediately, arching into him and seeking more friction. When you squeak, he takes it as a no.ย
โI mean I need you relaxed and wet. Youโll excuse my crude language.โ
You pull at his tie, breathing heavier now and so turned on itโs almost painful.ย
โWhat are you gonna do after that?โ
โWhat else is there to do but fuck you after that?โ he breathes. โYou want me to tell you how Iโd fuck you?โ
Something about it makes you whine salaciously. Youโve heard him curseโyouโve even heard him talk about fucking you. But it feels more real now; when itโs low in your ear and youโre covertly undressing him and heโs pushing your shirt over your stomach promisingly.ย
โYes, please.โย
He hums against your jaw, nipping and brushing his lips over the skin as he considers. Leaves you waiting.ย
โI would have to take my time with you. Youโll be overwhelmed. I know you think you wonโt, but you will. Iโm going to have to be so,ย soย careful with you, angel. Itโs going to drive me insane. But it will feel good for you.โ
โWhy careful? I donโt want that.โ
He chuckles. A chill runs down your spine.ย
โYeah, you do. Youโre going to want me to be careful when Iโmโโ he pauses, pressing his thumb to your bare lower tummy and dragging up to a spot below your belly button. He presses down lightly again. โRight here. Approximately.โ
The surface of the sun has nothing on the temperature of your skin in this moment, as you writhe underneath him in both arousal and embarrassment. Mostly, burning need. You feel almostย sick๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝwith it.ย
โPlease donโt make me wait anymore. Just do it,ย please, Spencer. I need it to beย you, I donโt want it to be anyone else. I promise Iโm ready.โ
Itโs silent for a moment. Your heart quickens. You sense his walls wearing away, his instinct to keep you intact for god knows what reason crumbling. Heโs finally going to give you what youโve been begging for.ย
Spencer opens his mouth, eyes glimmeringโ
And then his phone rings.ย
You both freezeโhe melts dejectedly before you do, more accustomed to an ill-timed phone call and realizing the finality it can present.ย
Heโs breathing heavily against your neck, as if maybe whoever it is will just hang up. But the phone keeps ringing.ย
โIโm sorry.โ
Your stomach sinks as he sits up, grabbing his phone from the side table and rubbing circles on your inner thigh as he answers.
โThis is Reid,โ he says, lackluster.ย
If you wanted, you could hear what Penelope is sayingโbut you donโt bother listening. Itโs going to be a case. Spencer is about to leave. The details are his problem.ย
โOkay. Iโll be there in an hour.โ
He hangs up, tossing the phone onto the mattress and not speaking for a moment, just continuing to rub your leg apologetically. Watching you almost mournfullyโtaking in your disheveled hair, your likely blown-out pupils, the shirt pushed almost over your chest.ย
โI have to go right now,โ he finally manages with a heavy sigh, gently pulling your shirt back into place.ย
You sit up, shedding all the hopes that had been building for the evening, and try to sound chipperโthough all you feel is bitter disappointment that goes deeper than you understand.ย
โI know. Go ahead, I can get a cab home.โ
He frowns, running his hand over the back of your hair.ย
โI donโt love the idea of you standing on the sidewalk waiting for a car in this part of town so late. Do you just want to stay here for the night and go home tomorrow?โ
You force a smile.ย Great.ย So youโll be spending the night in his bed after allโjust without him.ย
โSure. Thanks.โ
โYeah.โ
Neither of you are feeling particularly grateful.ย
Soon youโre walking him to his own door. Both of you come to a stop in front.ย
โIโm sorry,โ he sighs again.ย
โSpencer, itโs fine. Itโs yourย job. You donโt need to apologize. You were very clear about this part when we started dating.โ
โI know, butโฆ itโs easier in theory than in practice.โ
You smile. If Spencer is a reflection of you, it doesnโt quite reach your eyes. His hair is still messy from your fingers running through it and heโs missing his tie. You hope all his coworkers see and feel bad about taking him away from you.ย
But itโs not their fault. You just want someone to blame.ย
Instead you mould yourself to his body, wrapping around him like you belong there. He returns your embrace, pressing his lips into the crook of your shoulder and rubbing your back in that way he always does with you.ย
In that moment, your affection for him becomes so profound itโs like a chemical reactionโeverywhere he touches burns and you love him so fucking much it aches in every inch of your body the way your muscles do when you have a bad fever. Love is the most terrible of afflictions, you realize. Itย isย a fever dream. Itโs every fiber of your being screaming to tell him how you feel, to beg him on your knees not to go because you love him like a child loves a parent or a bee loves honeysuckle or the ocean loves the horizon. Pared down to your most basic components, the barest version of yourself, you require him. Your soul needs his soul.ย
โSpencer?โ
โHm?โย
Itโs nothing more than an absentminded hum against your skin.ย
โIโฆโ
Should you be looking him in the eye when you say this? Should you say it right before he has to leave? Just because you say it doesnโt change the fact that heโs about to be gone for several long days. Maybe this is aย terrible time to admit something that suddenly feels so true and so consequential.ย
He senses your internal conflict, pulling back despite your resistance and holding your face between his hands.ย
โYou what?โ He murmurs, soft eyes bouncing back and forth between your own. Fuckโyou feel soย observed, now. Like he can read your mind.ย
โI forget.โ
FUUUUUUCK.ย
Spencer blinks. Processes. You watch the disbelief crystallizing over his eyes like ice freezing over a lake.ย
He knows.ย
He knows you didnโt forget, and he probably knows what you were going to say, and heโs going to tell himself he was wrong to spare your dignity.ย
Everything hurts when he kisses you. You wonder what regret tastes like.ย
โWell, let me know if you remember.โ
Itโs too gentle and at the same time he canโt hide the edge with all the tenderness in the world. You nod as if in a trance, already looking forward to dissociating as you lie in bed and stare at the dark ceiling.
Two small goodbyes are exchanged, slightly stifled now, as if shared between drunk strangers who have sobered up and are mutually embarrassed about how candidly theyโd interacted before.ย
You close the door behind him, doing up all the locks, and meticulously flick every light switch in the apartment off before climbing into his bedโthough you donโt really feel like you deserve to be there anymore.
But perhaps this is all an overreaction. Itโs not like you owe it to him to sayย I love you, or anythingโit was bad timing, anyway. And why canโtย heย say it? In fact, whyย hasnโtย he said it?ย
Maybe you have it all wrong.ย
Maybe heย doesnโtย feel that way about you.ย
You fall asleep before you allow these questions to make you sick.ย
24 hours go by.ย
24 hours go by and you reallyย hadย meant to leave his apartmentโit was just that you woke up late, and your phone was dead so you couldnโt call a car, so you charged it while you made breakfast, and then you ate, and then you decided to take a shower and wash your clothes, and then it was two in the afternoon and you hadnโt left yet and you decided to walk to the store and replenish the groceries youโd used up.ย
Maybe you got a bit distracted looking at flowers and other beautiful things at the market and by the time you got home it was 5:00, so you decided to wait until seven to skip rush hour. And then eight, just to be sure.ย
Before you know it, itโs midnight, and youโre dozing off in his bed again (teeth cleaned with the brush youโd bought at the storeโmaybe this whole situation hadnโt beenย entirelyย unwitting on your part.)
Throughout the day, you tried to let all your anxiety about the previous night melt away. If itโs something that needs to be addressed, Spencer will address it. Everything will work out in the end. That thought is how youโre able to doze off.ย
Youโre almost asleep when your phone lights up and begins buzzing on the side table. You wince as your eyes open, not adjusting well to the harsh bright display and unable to discern whoโs even calling you at this hour. Stupidly, probably because youโre half asleep, you answer without checking.ย
โHello?โ
Your voice is groggy, quiet with sleep.ย
โShit, did I wake you?โ
โSpence?โ you whisper, stomach flipping at the sound of his voice on the other line. You feel caught, still sleeping in his bed.ย
โโฆ yeah,โ he chuckles. โDid you not check who was calling before you picked up?โ
โI was asleep,โ you pout. โKinda.โ
โOkay. Go back to sleep, honey. Weโll talk tomorrow.โ
You sit bolt upright, phone balanced between tense fingers and speaking directly into the microphone.ย
โNo! No, Iโm awake. Whatโs up? Why did you call?โ
A longer stretch of silenceโyouโre too sleepy to comprehend what it might mean, though never too sleepy to worry about it. With a pang of pain, you recall your strange goodbye, the words you hadnโt said.ย
โI just needed to hear your voice,โ he sighs. You frown, staring at nothing in particular in the pitch black room.ย
โOh. Is everything okay?โ
โAs much as it can be.โ
โRight.โ
More quiet. You chew on the inside of your cheek, stricken with a sudden feeling of awkwardness that you havenโt had with Spencer in a while.ย
โIโm sorryโฆ I donโt really know what to say.โ
โThatโs okay,โ he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice which makes you feel a bit better, โwhy donโt you tell me about your day? Or you can absolutely go back to sleep, if youโre too tired.โ
โDonโt ask me about my day,โ you whisper, flopping down on the bed once more. Shame seeps into your voice. He laughs.ย
โWhat? Why?โ
โBecause if I tell you youโre going to think Iโm super weird and youโre going to break up with me.โ
Laughter tapers off into gentler tones.ย
โI already think youโre super weird. Itโs actually one of your most attractive qualities.โ
Blood rushes to your cheeks.ย
โBut itโs likeโฆ borderline crazy.โ
Immediately, he replies, โfor better or worse, I also frequently find myself attracted to crazy.โ
โThank you for calling me crazy and super weird,โ you grumble.ย
โI also called you attractiveย twice. Tell me.โ
When his tone takes on that easy, assertive quality, and itโs sort of raspy and low because itโs late and heโs been talking all day, and you can hear the lazy smile on his faceโyou imagine him laying on his hotel bed, arm slung over his eyes in the dark as he grins into the microphoneโyou have a very difficult time sayingย no.ย
โFine. Guess where I am right now.โ
โUm, I wouldย hopeย youโre in bed?โ
You smile to yourself, basking in the victory of successfully throwing him off his game even slightly.ย
โGuess whose bed.โ
Silence.ย
โWhat anย interestingย question.โ That cocky smile, the low drawling is back, and you chew on your lip, ignoring the shiver that runs down your spine. โIf itโs not mine or yours, weโre going to have issues.โ
โBut if itย isย yours? Youโre not going to call the police on me?โ
โWhy would I call the police? To tell them thereโs a pretty girl in my bed and I donโt want her there?โ
โTo tell them your psychopathic girlfriend broke into your apartment and might be holdingย hostagesย there.โ
Spencer laughs; a brittle, drawn out thing, flat and quiet as the desert.
โIf you were a psychopath, calling the cops would be a waste of time. I would handle you myself.โ The idea of beingย handledย has your thighs clenching. โButโyeah, donโt invite anyone else in.โ More humor finds its way into his voice, momentarily relieving some tension that had sneakily begun to build. โHaving people in my space makes me anxious.โ
โBut not me?โ Your whisper is half flirtatious, half insecure. Spencerโs reply is soft, as if heโs picking up on this from hundreds of miles away.
โNo, not you. You are always the exception.โ
โGood,โ you say, cheeks aching as you half-bury your warm face into his pillow. โBecause I made myself really comfortable. You have a nice shower, by the way.โ
Spencer groans.ย
โYouโre killing me.โ
โWhat? What did I do!โ
โDonโt talk to me about myย bedย and myย shower. I might start to think youโre intentionally being a brat.โ
โYou asked me about my day! Iโm just telling you what I did!โ
But youโre also intentional teasing him forย sure.ย ย After a pause, he sighs in defeat.ย
โYouโre right. I did do that. Tell me what else happened.โ
โWell,โ you begin, all too eager, โI had to put my clothes in the dryer after I got out, so I borrowed some of yours. But then they were way comfier than mine, so after I went to the store I put them back on, andโโ
โOkay.โ
โOkay what?โ you frown.ย
โTell me what this is.โ
โIโI donโt know what you mean.โ
Lying to a profiler is usually pointless.ย
โIโm not stupid, sweetheart. Tell me why you keep talking about my shower and my bed and my clothes.โ
Caught red-handed.ย Your skin heats up.ย
โI donโt know. I miss you.โ
He hums in a way that blurs the line between sympathetic and patronizing. Even through the phone you can feel the bass of it in your bones.ย ย It changes the frequency youโre vibrating at. Itโs hypnotic.ย
โBut thatโs not really why youโre being intentionally provocative, is it?โ
โNo,โ you admit quietly. โIโm still upset you had to go last night.โ
โSo youโre frustrated and youโre taking it out on me?โ
Your brow furrows.ย Well, when he puts it like thatโฆ
โIโm not taking anything out on you.โ
โI think you are. And I donโt appreciate that, because Iโm on your side, honey. Do you think I prefer being in a hotel bed by myself or being inย myย bed withย you?โ
Somehow, he makes you feel like a scolded child. But he makes itย appealingย in ways you donโt understand.ย
โYour bed with me,โ you murmur, skin prickling with the coldness of his absence even as you curl under the blanket.ย
โRight. So why donโt you tell me what I can do for you right now, instead of punishing me for things that are beyond my control?โ
โI wasnโtย punishingย you,โ you mutter.ย
โNo? You werenโt intentionally talking about usingย myย shower and sleeping inย myย bed and putting onย myย clothes so that Iโd have to think about what I canโt have right now?โ
โIโโ
โBelieve me when I tell you I have been thinking about what I canโt have,ย all day. Your efforts are entirely redundant and you canโt say anything about yourself that is evenย closeย to as dirty as the frankly disrespectful thoughts Iโve been having about you forย seventeen hours.โ
The lack of air is making you so dizzy your vision goes gray at the edges.ย
โWhatโฆ what thoughts?โ
โNone that you need to concern yourself with.โ
โYou canโt just say something like that and then not tell me!โ you insist. Heโs obviously giving you a taste of your own medicine and itโsย fairย but it doesnโt mean you have toย likeย it.ย
โI can do whatever I want,โ Spencer corrects cooly in a way that pisses you off beyond belief because heโs right. It triggers some adolescent immaturity within youโa desire to get back at him, so to speak. He wants intentionally provocative? He can have it.ย
โFine. Then so can I. And thereโs nothing you can do to stop me.โ
โI wouldnโt dream of it even if I could.โ
โSpencer,โ you warn. โIf you donโt tell me what you were thinking Iโm gonnaโโ you look around the room for ammo. โIโm gonna look through your nightstand!โ
โGo ahead. Iโll warn you, itโs not very interesting.โ
โSounds like what someone who has something hide would say,โ you mumble, crawling across the mattress through tangled sheets and using your phone flashlight to open the drawer.ย
Spencer is patient and silent as you take in its contentsโa small blue leather-bound notebook (full of what looks like Russian), a fountain pen, a glasses case, various kinds of vitamins, andโ
โSpencer Reid,โ you say, dragging out his name and pretending nothing is fluttering in your stomach, โwhat areย these?โ
โI donโt know. I canโt see what youโre referring to.โ
โTake a wild guess.โ
โOh, I have one. But Iโd like to hear youย sayย it.โ
You realize you may have gotten yourself in deeper than you meant to by going through his stuff.ย Wellโthey donโt say karma is a bitch for nothing.ย
โWhat are you doing with a box ofย condoms?โย
He chuckles and you feel it in your whole body, warm as you stretch across his mattress and eye the box like it might jump out at you.ย
โThose are years old. Iโve used three since I bought them.โ
โDonโt tell me that,โ you whine. โI donโt wanna think about all the other women youโve seduced.โ
โYou wanted them to be for you, huh?โย
You flush. Honestly you hadnโt evenย thoughtย about that.ย
โIโฆ I donโt know. I kind of just assumedโฆโ
Itโs silent for a second and you frown, realizing you hadnโt evenย consideredย protection when youโd imagined sleeping with him before.ย
โYou assumed what, honey?โ he asks, voice soft.ย
โItโs dumb. I canโt tell you.โ
โYou can tell me anything. Iโm not going to think itโs dumb, I promise.โ
You chew on your lip, letting your eyes unfocus on the box as you muster the courage to be honest.ย
โWhenever I imagined itโฆ we didnโtโฆย use anything.โ
The words make you cringe even as youโre saying them. So does the quiet that follows.ย
โWhen you imagine us sleeping together, we donโt use a condom?โ
โAh!โ The phone drops to the mattress as you cover your ears and roll onto your side, curling into yourself once more. โYou didnโt have toย sayย it! You make me sound so weird!โ
โItโs not weird,โ he laughs, because he can probably imagine exactly what you just did, โI just wanted to make sure I was understanding you. That saidโฆ we would definitely use protection.โ
โDo weย haveย to?โ
The quiet words take even you by surpriseโand they seem to stun Spencer as well. Several false starts are punctuated by a sigh as he gathers his thoughts.ย
โWe really should, baby. Thatโs the kind of thing we need to take seriously.โ
โBut youโreโฆ youโre good, right?โ
Thankfully he picks up on your meaning.ย
โI am. I wouldnโt touch you if I werenโt.โ
โAnd Iโm good. So...โ
โHm. And has anyone ever explained to you where babies come from?โ
You groan in frustration.ย
โSpencer, Iโm being serious! There are ways to negate that.โ
โHoney,โ he murmurs, โI understand that. But it would be irresponsible of me to say yes. We can talk about it in the future, butโโ
โIโm telling you itโsย alreadyย dealt with. The chances of an accidental pregnancy are slim to none.โ
The new information hangs in the air for a moment until Spencer speaksโto your surprise, his voice is low and humorous.ย
โThat isโฆ good to know. But even soโIโm setting a dangerous precedent if Iย alwaysย let you getย exactlyย what you want.โ
โIs it such a bad thing that I just wannaโI wanna know what it feels like? You donโt want that?โ
โThatโs not what I said. I want to knowย exactlyย what you feel like. Iโm just hesitant to give in so quickly because it makes me look weak.โ
You laugh breathlessly, caught between being turned on by the first part of his sentence and amused by the sarcastic second half. Your thighs clench and your hand absentmindedly wanders between them.ย
โYou know what I was thinking about?โ you ask. Spencer hums curiously. โI was thinking about when you let me, umโฆ when you let me touch you how you touch me.โ He hums again, but you can hear the amused curve of a smile in it now.
โWhen you had your mouth all full of me and you looked so pretty?โ
โWhen Iโyeah,โ you agree, too caught up to deny his compliment as your fingers brush your most sensitive spot through clothing. โAndย ย how you got me all messy after. And I was wondering what it would feel likeโฆ inside me.โ
He sucks in a breath. Your legs brush against each other and you twist slightly as you pretend like youโre not touching yourself just a little bit.ย
โYou want me to come inside you?โ
โYeah,โ you whisper, brain short-circuiting at the way those words sound in his voice.ย
โ
On the other side of the line, Spencer isnโt doing a fantastic job of thinking clearly either. His dick is half-hard already and itโs only getting worse with each little noise you make that you donโt seem to realize youโre making.ย
โReally? That would beย veryย messy, baby. Iโm surprised thatโs what you want.โ
โBut I really want it,โ you breathe. Heโs not even looking as he slips his hand under the waistband of his pajamas and palms himself, his other hand rubbing tiredly over his face as his phone rests on his chest. This wasย notย how he intended for this call to go, believe it or notโbut heโs here now.ย
โYeah? Is that why youโre touching yourself right now?โ
You go silentโwhich is more or less exactly the reaction Spencer had been expecting. Patiently he waits for you to deny it, in three, twoโ
โโM not.โ
Now, he could explain how he knows thatโs a lie. How your breathing pattern changed, and your voice got softer and airier, and how you started speaking with smaller words in fragmented sentences. But he doesnโt feel like explaining any of that.ย
โI know thatโs not true,โ he murmurs. โYou know what? It wasnโt fair to get you all worked up last night and then leave. I donโt want you frustrated, honey. I want you to do whatever you need to do.โ
You make a little gasping noise, and Spencer can imagine the way your back would arch when you did it. His own hips buck slightly as his dick twitches under his fingers.ย
โWhere are you touching?โ
โUmโover my clothes.โ
Cute.ย
โGo under them for me. Tell me how it feels when youโre touching yourself like that.โ
It takes a moment, in which all he hears is the rustling of fabric, until youโre whispering, โfeelsโฆ it feels good. I wish you were here.โ
He inhales, freeing his cock and squeezing the base.ย
โI know. Just listen to my voice, pretty. Iโm right here.โ
Spencer allows himself a few slow tugs as he imagines whatโs happening inย hisย bed. You make a squeaking noise, like a held-back moan, and his eyes screw shut.ย
โI need them inside,โ you whine, and he knows youโre referring to his fingersโthe ones currently stroking his own leaking cock.ย
โYou can use your own, just give yourself a minute first. Remember what I said about needing to be ready?โ
โIย amย readyโโ judging by the surprised chirp you interrupt yourself with, youโve proven yourself right. What surprisesย Spencerย is the weak sound of disappointment you make next. โSpence, it doesnโt feel the same.โ
โWeโre different sizes, honey. Your hands arenโt as big as mine. But you can still make it feel good.โย
He almost says,ย 90% of the nerves in the vaginal canal are located in the lower thirdโin other words, within approximately 2.36 inches from the opening, which you can most certainly reachโbut he refrains. Heโs not sure if thatโs good dirty talk.ย
โYou have a really sensitive spot about three inches up, right in front. Itโs going to feel a little different than the rest of you when you touch it. I want you to try and find it for me, okay?โ
โOkay,โ you breathe, ever-eager to please even from a great distance. Thereโs a quiet moment. โI canโtโI donโt think I can rโoh,โ
The moan is so pretty Spencer canโt help speeding up the motion of his hand, hissing slightly as his fingers brush against the angry tip with every pump.ย
โDid you find it?โ
โYeah,โ you whine, a weak, high-pitched thing. โOh myย god.โ
โBeย gentle,โ he warns with some effort as his own hips jump slightly. โYouโre really sensitive there. If youโre not careful youโll make yourself sore.โ
โI donโt careโholy shitโโ the way your voice rises and tightens to a squeak at the end has Spencer moaning as he fucks his fist. A black hole forms and warps time, turning every minute into a second and every second into an infinity until he has no idea how much time is going by. He drags his thumb over the tip, smearing precum over his cock and whining as his jaw drops at the feeling. โOh my god, Spencer,โ in that same strained, high voice. โโM gonnaโah!โ
He gets the general sentiment.ย
โWhat, baby? Youโre gonna make yourself come all over your fingers? Is that what you wanted to tell me?โ
โMhm!โ
โYeah, I bet you are. It feels good, huh?โ
โYes,โ you cry.ย
โSee? You donโt need my fingers to feel good. Mine barely fit, you know that? I have to hold your fucking hips down whenever I put my fingers in you because you canโt stop squirming. I donโt knowย howย you think youโre going to take my cock.โ
โSpencer!โย
He knows.ย
โCome, baby. Let me hear you.โ
The delicate sounds you make as you bring yourself to orgasm tip him over the edge of his ownโgrunting as he comes all over his fist.ย
โJesus,โ he strains under his breath, the word dragging out into two long syllables as his hips buck involuntarily and cum drips down his knuckles. Heโs lightheaded and heโs created a mess and it all happened soย quickly. โFuck,โ he breathes, a rasping chuckle as he reaches for the towel heโd dropped on the bed after his shower earlier. โYou conscious over there?โ
โIโm conscious,โ you slur, breathing heavily. โIโve never had an orgasm by myself before.โ
โAre you proud of yourself?โ Spencer smiles, wiping his hand off and making sure heโs otherwise clean. โYou should be. I am.โ
Heโs barely kidding.ย
โIโll be proud when I can do it without your help,โ you tease.ย
โBut Iโll always want to help you with that.โ His already warm face flushes further as he goes over what heโd said. โSorry I was so vulgar.โ
You laugh. He blushes even more.ย
โAre you? I think you secretly love being vulgar.โ
โI donโt know why! I have no idea where it comes from. I wouldย neverย speak that way in any other context. I should probably work on that. Sometimes I look back on the things I say and Iโm genuinely appalled.โ
โWell, donโt stop on my account. Personally I enjoy it.โ
โYeah, I think Iโm corrupting you. You probably shouldnโt enjoy it.โ
The truth of it weighs heavy on his mind, but heโs pretty sure his voice alone doesnโt betray that and you canโt sense it through the phone.ย
โOh, my god. Doย notย do that falling on your sword shit. Iย likeย being corrupted by you. If you stop Iโll be very upset.โ
โWell god forbid you getย upset,โ he teases gently. Idly he wonders if the reason heโs suddenly feeling so depressed is because his cortisol levels were already high from the case, and then he jarred his system with an orgasm, spiking his dopamine and ultimately causing it to plummet without the oxytocin release that post-coital physical contact would usually provide.ย
Or if it was something else. It could also be something else.ย
For the millionth time, he wishes he was with you. Part of him also wants to go to sleep. But mostly he wishes he was with you.ย
โ
A comfortable silence settles over the conversation. In the ditch between words, youโre mapping constellations in the texture of Spencerโs ceiling. If you squeeze your eyes almost shut, you can imagine it really is the night sky. You can imagine heโs really here.ย
You think about what he saidโhis apparently mindless vulgarity.ย Did it mean anything?ย Or was he just rambling to get you off?
โSpencer?โ you murmur.ย
โYeah?โ
โCan I ask you a question?โ
He sounds earnest, perhaps a little tired, as he replies, โalways,โ through the little metal rectangle on your chest.ย He likes me and my questions are important to him,ย you repeat to yourself silently as you work up the strength.ย
โIf Penelope hadnโt called, last nightโฆ were you going to have sex with me?โย
Your lip tastes like his toothpaste as you chew it. Spencer sucks in a breath of air like heโs about to speakโand lets it fizzle out like foam on a carbonated drink.ย
โI donโt know,โ he finally admits, lamely. โThat wasnโt my plan, but you can be extremely convincing when you want to be.โ
โBut why canโt it be your plan?โ Itโs an almost whine, pouty and childishโbut the next words are quiet and pained. โIs it something Iโm doing wrong?โ
โNo, no! Itโs not you. Youโre perfect. Itโsโitโs complicated. Itโs a me thing.โ
Such trite wordsโsuch a ubiquitous, simple excuse sounds almost comical from his mouth when you know heโs capable of all the eloquence in the world.ย Itโs not you, itโs me.ย Itโs ridiculous.ย
โOkay. Let me simplify this for you,โ you begin with an uncharacteristic assertiveness that surprises even you. โI want to have sex with you. Either we are going to have sex or weโre not. So your future branches in two diverging paths. In one, we have sex, and then we keep having sex. In the other we never have sexย ever. If you want toย ever have the privilege of fucking me, then we just have toย doย it. Otherwise it simply will never happen. And Iโm not eternally patient,ย Reid.โ
Go me, you think, slightly breathless from your monologue.ย
โWatch your mouth,โ he says dryly. Something about the chastisement makes your stomach flip and your whole body tingle. โWhen you talk to me you call me Spencer. I will also acceptย Doctorย Reid.โ You wrestle down a smile, refusing to let him change the subject. A delayed sigh from him sobers up the conversation. โYou know what I want. Iโve been very clear with you about that. Butโฆโ
โButโฆ?โ
Another sigh. A deeper, shuddering sigh, like his breath is searching for balance. Like Spencer is in a precarious position for which he was unprepared.ย
โButโbut to be completely honestโฆ I worry that youโll regret choosing me. And I know virginity is a social construct and Iโm not implying that your worth will somehow be diminished if we have sex but regardless of my views on virginity as a construct, having sex for the first time can be weird and scary and itโs incredibly intimate and I donโt want you to regret your first time like I regret mine because you chose the wrong person.โ
The words come at you so rapid-fire it takes you a moment to process them. And aside from all the ways you want to reassure him that you will not regret choosing himโthat you couldย never, everย regret anything about himโone thing stands out.ย
โYou regret your first time?โย
Something between a scoff and a sigh travels through the line. You can tell heโs not annoyed at you for asking so much as heโs flustered himself with all his own words as he occasionally does.ย
โYeah. Yes. Sometimes I do. The personโshe didnโtโฆย likeย me as much as I liked her. And I was really,ย reallyย in love with her, and she knew that and she knew she wasnโt in love with meโor maybe she was, I donโt knowโbut my point is, when one person likes the other more than the other person like them, things get complicated. And however you feel about meโthatโs fine. Itโsย fine. I donโt want you to feel bad if we donโt feel exactly the same way about each other. I understand that this is newer for you, itโs different, IโI just donโt want us to do something we canโt undo because I donโt want to relive that. And Iโm not saying it will never happen but I just donโt want you to make this choice whenโฆ when right now, I think weโre in different places emotionally. Regardless of that, I want you to choose the right person. I donโt want you to choose me and then find out that we feel differentlyย after we sleep together and leave you feeling like you signed up for something you didnโt understand. Iโm sorry. Maybe telling you this is selfish. But Iโve been thinking about it and trying to ignore it and I think I just have to be completely honest.โ
Your ears ring like Spencer just fired a blank right into the microphone. Like you just got backhanded across the face and now you have the worldโsย worstย case of whiplash.ย
Every finger is numb and your blood is so cold it feels blue as it slithers thick through your veins.ย
What you want to do is scream. What you want to do is go back to last night and stop yourself from almost telling himย I love you, slap yourself and keep your cards a little closer to your chest. Because now he knows, and he doesnโt feel the same.ย
Youย wantย to scream bloody murder.ย
But when you try, when you unhinge your jaw and part your chapped lips and expect a bellow to come hurdling up the corridor of your throat with so much force it rattles your bones, all that falls out is a small, โoh.โ
Maybe thatโs worse.ย
Spencer doesnโt reply. You hate yourself for feeling obliged to fill the silence.ย
โI didnโt realize youโฆโ
I didnโt realize that you donโt love me back.ย
I didnโt realize I like you more than you like me.ย
I didnโt realize youโd tell me to masturbate in your fucking bed and then drop this not even five minutes later.ย
If Spencer Reid was able to talk to you over the phone with the same amount of affection and familiarity as always, like everything was still okay, knowing you love him and he doesnโt love you theย whole time, he isย not who you thought he was.ย
โIโm sorry,โ he lamely says again, like it could ever help.ย
More silence. Now you canโt bring yourself to speak, so Spencer does.ย
โI realize how awkward this is. I really didnโt mean to put you in this position. Especially not over the phone when Iโgod, Iโm stupid. Iโm sorry. But can weโcan we talk about this in person when I get back? Please?โ
Is that what grownups do? Is the proper etiquette for him to take you out to dinner and explain why heโsย not in love with you?ย Is he going to break up with you?
What does one even wear to a breakup date?
โOkay,โ you whisper. Your eyes sting, yourย everythingย stings, like youโve been wrapped in a shroud of briar. Sheets that were soft a moment ago feel like sandpaper on open wounds.ย Youย feel like an open wound.ย
Spencer sighs. Itโs a sound of relief that confuses and hurts you even more.ย
โOkay. Iโokay. Thank you. UmโIโll let you go back to sleep, now.โ
โOkay,โ you repeatโas if any of this were okay. But you canโt keep being that stupid girl who feels it all so much harder, who loves easily and begs to be loved in return, too naive to assume that someone who treats her so kindly might not reciprocate her feelings. It has to be okay, because if itโs not, youโre silly and dramatic and youโre just proving him right.ย
โGoodnight,โ Spencer whispers, and you canโt help but feeling that itโs the last time youโll ever hear those words from his mouth while youโre in his bed. And heโs not even fucking here.
So you pull the blanket a little higher. You let your tears stain his pillow because theyโll be invisible by the morning. It will be like they were never here. Likeย youย were never here.ย
โGoodnight.โ
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"nooo! she's taken!" โ enha maknaes
โ non-idol! bf! enhypen maknaes x celebrity! fem! reader
โ summary: you are a very well-loved celebrity, and your relationship is finally revealed to the public.
โ genre: fluff, another poor attempt at humor, it's very silly
โ warning(s)? none! lmk if you'd like to see this w the hyungs!
hyung ver.
sunoo โ
so youre a famous actress
you have your official instagram account
and then your personal one, that you only allow family and personal friends to follow
sunoo, your bf, also has an account on instagram
since most of you friends and family know him, it's not uncommon for him to take your phone and post on your personal account
one of those "hai guys i stole her phone ๐คญ"
all in good fun
so one night, you and sunoo and cuddling
it was one of those vibey nights
the lights were dim, candles lighting up the room with their orangey hue, light music playing in the background
laying on you and sunoo's shared bed, his face buried into the crook of his neck while you run your fingers through his hair
its honestly so soft and warm and comfy :]
the two of you aren't really talking to each other, just basking in each other's presence
and eventually you begin to doze off
at first sunoo was like "baaaaabee!! why did you stop touching my hair"
but then he realized you were asleep
so after givng your cheek a soft peck, and tucking you into the soft blankets
sunoo physically goes >:]
he takes your phone and decides that he's going to spam your personal account
because tbh he does this a lot and it's funny for everyone involved
sunoo takes very silly pictures of you and him
pictures of you sleeping, ones at very silly angles (ik he takes the most FOUL 0.5s)
on your story he posts them with also very ridiculous captions
theres one of you sleeping with the caption "mimimumuimuiu"
another fisheye lens one of sunoo with the caption "hai i stole [name]'s phone ๐"
but he also posts some sweet ones
like one where you're dozing off in his arms w the caption "she's so cute"
sunoo gets mushy at some point
like his captions go from funny to "im so happy that i get to call myself [name]'s boyfriend, i feel so lucky to be with such a beautiful and talented woman"
that's great!
really!
that's wonderful!
but.
there's just one problem
one
teeeeeeensy
weeeeeeeeeensy
problem
he was using the wrong account.
he was posting all this on your official, business, 7.8 million follower, instagram account.
and not your personal account.
!!!!!
๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฑ
he doesn't notice until 20 minutes later his phone blows up with articles and text messages
and when he notices
sunoos like OH SHIT
he shakes you awake
and poor boy is so apologetic :(
"baby i'm so sorry i didn't mean to out our relationship like that i should have been more careful-"
but when he explains it to you
you kinda just laugh
and go back to sleep
HELP
sunoo deletes the stories but people already screenshotted them
yeah... so this blows up
i feel like they would become memes
like the ones of you sleeping become reaction memes or even worse part of those tiktok meme slides LMAOAOAO
a lot of people think it's adorable
and you do too
but sunoo is so embarrassed
poor boy
he was writing out entire think pieces on your instagram story oml
OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TERRIBLE
there's definitely articles that come out about this
and yk how on articles theres a title page with images
one of the images is of you ofc
all these news outlets use your super professional HD MODEL pictures of you
like ones where youre a goddamn SMOKE SHOW, the "who is she?" ones, the ZOOWEE MAMA ones...
and then they use one of the foul images that sunoo takes of himself that are like 3 pixels
like the 0.5 lens ones ๐ญ
nevertheless, there is a happy ending
everyone thinks its so sweet
including you
and when people bring it up on interviews you're able to just laugh about it
<3
jungwon โ
we joke abt jay and sunghoon and sunoo having mad side eyes
but i think we forget the FATHER of INSANE SIDE EYES
YANG JUNGWON HIMSELF
you're a singer/artist
and you just released a new EP!
on tiktok, you're making promotional videos to promote your new songs
looking like a cutie, popping off, as you always do!
anyways in many of them
you're in front of a glass door
or a mirror
so as youre being an absolute cutie promoting your song, in the background in the reflection you can see jungwon making faces
NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAKING FACES AT YOU
but bc sometimes there's ppl walking by and being judgy
jungwon is giving them mad stink eyes and it's caught in the reflection of your videos
i don't think a lot of ppl notice it until someone points it out
and when they do
theyre like
WHO TF IS THAT ๐ญ
ppl are making tiktoks simply zooming into his face LMAOAOAO
and then a few days later
the paparazzi released pictures of you walking with jungwon, holding hands and on a date
and when ppl see it
theyre like
hmm...
that guy looks a lot like the guy in the reflection...
and then the dots connect
like sunoo, i think jungwon is embarrassed
everytime someone brings it up jungwon hides his face in your neck
and he wears that cute little bashful grin
but honestly it's cute
so just hug him and kiss his lil cheeks and he'll be okay
it kinda becomes viral on tiktok
so you make a few video stitches about it
you stitched the og video that pointed out jungwon's face in the background
your stitch was just a video of jungwon being embarrassed and freaking out
like bro was on the floor, hands in his hair
jungwon was in the trenches sorry ๐ญ
there's another stitch where jungwon explains himself
he's dressed in a suit and tie and speaking so formally like he was making an apology video or something
"i would like to address a recent clip of me making inappropriate facial expressions-"
"babe you don't need to be so formal, it's a tiktok"
"you shant say that, i must do this for this is my will"
BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE โ ๏ธโ ๏ธโ ๏ธ
#freejungwon
riki โ
youre an actress that's very popular
except some ppl hate you bc they think hating popular people makes them interesting *eye roll*
safe to say.... riki is your NUMBER ONE DEFENDER
like he is the ring leader to all of those [name] stan twt group chats
he's the one leading those discord raids on your hate groups OH MY GOD ๐ญ
he has multiple accounts and he fights every person that dares tarnish your name
twitter is his battlefield and the keyboard is his sword
anyways one day riki is so deep into an internet fight that he GETS DOXXED ๐ญ๐ญ
like it wasn't even graceful
i think he'd make fun of one of your haters
and the hater goes "wanna see something funny? :)"
and BOOM
ADDRESS
IP ADDRESS
FULL NAME
PERSONAL EMAIL
PHONE NUMBER
dont actually dox people guys its not funny
when riki gets doxxed they get his full name right
and the hater, his assailent, and their little posse start searching his name on social media to further dox him
and BOOM #2
THEY FIND HIS INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT
now riki isn't stupid
so his ig acc is private
however.....
the profile picture of his acc is a selfie of you and him kissing
they also did research on him and found out that you and him went to the same high school...
in fact they found miscellaneous pictures posted online of you and him a few years back... holding hands n shit....
OH
SHIT
this goes viral over night
like
its so bad that even news headlines are covering it
"TWITTER USER @[NAME]LUVER1209, HOT ACTRESS [NAME]'S MOST NOTORIOUS INTERNET DEFENDER, IS REVEALED TO BE HER BOYFRIEND ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฑ"
i feel like the public's reaction to this would be really light-hearted
like i think mst ppl would be cheering riki on
"he's so real"
"oh my god i think i was mutuals with @[name]luver1209"
"this is what true love looks like"
you have super loyal fans and riki's mutuals so they support you too
except i do think theyd be in shambles, but in good fun
"i just found out [name] has a bf im going to flush myself down a toilet"
"i can't believe she chose @[name]luver1209 when his fancams are so shit... THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!'
"i've been here waiting in line for three years and this random @[name]luver1209 swoops in and takes my woman..."
riki's stan account gains a lot of followers
and so with your permission
he posts a selfie of you and him
probably with a cheeky caption like "KISS MY ASS!!!!"
i feel like people go back and watch old talk show interviews and stuff
and if you zoom in
you'll see riki in the front rows cheering the loudest ๐ญ
bro is everywhere
in the future there's def a moment where like
you're at a live talk show
and the host asks you about the fiasco
and you can literally just point to him in the audience like
"yeah my boyfriend's right there-- hi baby!"
and riki from the audience, behind his phone that he's using to record you like its a fancam, is like "hi baby!" back
i dont think the media even calls him riki, he's stuck as @[name]luver1209 forever
not that he minds
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Don't touch her
Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x hufflepuff!reader
Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood, tw! abuse, bullying, and my shitty writing
Summary: Y/n has two older brothers in Ravenclaw. Both are little entitled shits that love treating their sister like shit. When Mattheo finds out when they take it too far... Well, we all know what he'll do.
A/n: @victoriapedroza thank you for requesting! Im sorry if u didn't want me to make the reader a hufflepuff, I just thought it was a good idea. It's not my best, but do let me know what you think of it.
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Y/n smiled happily as she saw Mattheo waiting for her after class.
"Hi love," Mattheo smiled as Y/n came to a stop in front of him, he pecked her lips before taking her hand in his as they walked down the corridors to the Great Hall for lunch, "How was class?"
"Great! I helped Hagrid with the nifflers and one of the babies gave me a gold coin. Have you ever heard of anything like it? A niffler giving instead of taking something shiny. I feel honoured," Y/n smiled brightly.
Mattheo felt a warm feeling bubbling in his chest as he watched her smile brightly.
"That's amazing, baby," He said kissing the side of her head.
"What's also amazing is that I heard a certain someone won the potions competition again," She smirked as she eyed her boyfriend, "Another vial of liquid luck that is going to collect dust?"
"Why would I need liquid luck if I have my lucky charm right here?" Mattheo smiled as he brought their hands up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand.
"You're cute, you know that?" She smiled kissing his cheek, "Oh! I completely forgot I have herbology next. I have to go get my books. I'll see you at lunch. Tell Pansy that she has to finish that story that she told me earlier."
"I will," Mattheo smiled before kissing her, "Now hurry back."
Y/n smiled at him before she hurried towards the hufflepuff common room. When she rounded the corner she bumped straight into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" She looked up and saw Gavin and Phillip, her two older brothers. Phillip was the oldest and Gavin was only a year under him. (Btw, the years might not make sense. However we're here for the story, not math)
"Oh, it's you," Phillip said.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry. I have to get my her-"
"Yeah, we don't care," Gavin said interrupting her.
Y/n stood up and brushed her robes off, "No need to be rude," She mumbled.
"What was that?" Phillip asked harshly.
"Nothing, forget it. I'm going," She said and started to walk off before she was pulled back and pushed up against the wall.
"You've been lucky until now, you little bitch," Phillip spat, "That little boyfriend of yours has always been around. Where's he now, huh?"
"Let me go," Y/n begged, tears threatening to fall.
"Aww is little Y/n going to cry?" Gavin said mockingly.
Phillip then laughed, "I'll give you something to cry about," He said before he threw her on the ground and she landed against one of the pillars. He then proceeded to kick her in the stomach.
She went to grab her wand but Gavin stepped on her wrist. She cried out in pain.
"Don't even think about telling anyone, or you're dead," He spat before the two of them walked away.
Y/n had to move quickly to get to the common room and back to the Great Hall, all the while making sure there was no evidence, just so that Mattheo and the rest don't get suspicious.
"You took a little longer than expected, love," Mattheo said as she plopped down next to him, "Everything alright?"
"Yeah, just had to look for it," Y/n said, "Room's a bit of a mess."
"As always," Mattheo said chuckling.
Y/n smiled at her boyfriend and kissed him before pulling away and looking at Pansy who was in front in of her explaining the story she had told earlier. Just behind her, on the other side of the hall sat Gavin and Phillip who were both glaring at her.
She immediately turned away.
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It was a few days later the bruises on Y/n's hip and wrist got worse and were sore. So, sore that she couldn't move without cringing in pain. Something she had to do internally because she couldn't show it, she didn't want Mattheo or anyone else to find out.
Thank Merlin, it was winter, or they would've gotten suspicious if she wore a long sleeved shirt.
She sat with the rest of the Slytherin gang in the Slytherin common room. She was allowed to be there. She insisted on getting permission instead of sneaking in all the time and risk getting caught and getting detention.
"I'm so ready for the weekend," Enzo said, "I can't wait to get fucked."
"Fucked as in fucked or drunk and high?" Theo asked.
"Both," Enzo said.
"I could do with a drink right now," Pansy said.
"I can help with that," Y/n smirked as she stood up. Mattheo glanced at her confused, and as she stood up her shirt lifted slightly and he could see the big purple bruise.
Y/n then pulled two bottles firewhiskey from her bag.
"Holy fuck," Enzo laughed as he took one of the bottles from her, "Hufflepuff's becoming one of us."
"Shut up, I just thought we needed something to make us feel better," She smiled as she sat back down.
She went to open the bottle but her wrist pained. Mattheo watched as she struggled and saw the bruise.
"Looks like I'm not strong enough, you want to help me babe?" She asked smiling as she held out the bottle to him.
Mattheo took the bottle from her and opened it. Deciding to ask her later and not in front of everyone.
Later then came as Mattheo was walking Y/n back to the hufflepuff common room.
"Love," Mattheo said.
"Yeah?" She replied looking over at him.
"Why are their bruises on your wrist and hip?" He asked.
Y/n's heart began to quicken.
"Uh," She said before laughing nervously, "I was holding a bag that was stacked full of books. I was cleaning my dorm of course and then I bumped into the table. Guess I'm a little fragile."
Mattheo nodded, not believing her. She knew Mattheo didn't believe her, and she was glad he didn't asked anymore questions.
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Y/n once again forgot her book in her room, and the same thing happened last time. She bumped into her brothers.
This time, she didn't submit to defeat like she has always done. This time, she pulled her wand out.
"Ohh, someone's brave," Gavin said as he pulled his wand out.
Y/n looked around to see if anyone was coming. Why was the hall always empty when she runs into them?
"Just leave me alone," She said as she started to back away.
"How could we? You keep bumping into us. You need to stop running down the halls, forgetting your books," Phillip said.
"We should teach you something about that," Gavin said.
"Like... this!" Phillip then shot a spell at her but she deflected it.
Then Gavin shot a spell and she deflected it.
Soon both started shooting spells trying to disarm her. She couldn't take much because it wasn't long before her wand was thrown to the other side of the corridor.
"Now, you should know not to pull your wand on your older brothers," Phillip said, "Crucio."
Y/n fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Gavin walked up to her and started kicking her. He even threw in a punch. In her face.
"Alright that's enough," Phillip said and all the pain stopped.
Y/n felt like she could breathe again and coughed for air, and there was blood when she coughed.
"Oh that's fucking disgusting," Gavin cringed.
"Come on, let's go before someone comes along," Phillip said before they vanished down the corridor.
That's the last thing she saw before she passed out.
"I wonder what's taking Y/n so long?" Pansy said. Lunch was almost over and Y/n stilled hadn't returned.
"I'm going to go find her," Mattheo said as he stood up.
"See you guys later then," Theo said before Mattheo walked out of the Great Hall.
He rounded the corner and at the end he saw someone lying on the ground.
"Y/n," He realised as he ran over to her. She was beaten up badly. He gently picked her up before running to the Hospital Wing.
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"Who would do such a thing?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore as they stood in front of the hospital bed that Y/n was laying in. Mattheo sat next to her, he refused to move until she woke up.
"There are many that envy her," Dumbledore said, "But none that would hurt her like this."
"Well obviously someone did, we have to find out who. There is no place for bullying in this school," McGonagall said before they left.
It wasn't long after that, that Y/n opened her eyes.
"Shit," She said as she realised where she was.
Mattheo's eyes shot up, "Hey," He said once he saw she was awake, "I'm here."
Y/n turned her head to him, "Hey," She said.
"Love, who did this to you?" He asked, "Don't lie to me this time. I know when you lie."
Y/n sighed, "Gavin and Phillip," She said, "They've been doing this for years. Gotten worse and worse."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mattheo asked.
"They're my brothers. I'll never escape them," She said.
Mattheo remained silent. He only remained calm for her, but he wasn't going to hold back the next time he sees them.
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A week later Y/n was healed. Mattheo never left her side.
They were all sitting outside under the big tree in the courtyard. It was a peaceful day.
However that peacefulness didn't last long because Gavin and Phillip arrived.
Mattheo glared at them before he stood up from his where he sat and walked over to them.
"Oh dear," Y/n sighed as she watched Mattheo punch Phillip.
"What the fuck dude?" Gavin said before he himself got punched.
"Don't you ever fucking touch her again," Mattheo said as he kept throwing punches at Gavin. Phillip tried to pull him off but instead got himself landed under Mattheo receiving multiple punches.
"We should probably stop him," Pansy said.
"Nah, this is fun," Y/n said.
"What in Godric's name is going on out here?" McGonagall asked as she rushed outside. Mattheo got up and glared at the two boys whose faces were covered in blood.
"Just making sure these two never hurt touch their sister again," He said.
"They're the ones that hurt her?" McGonagall asked and Mattheo nodded, "I'd like to see you two in my office the second you're out of the hospital wing. You'll also get 3 months of detention. Every day."
McGonagall then turned to Mattheo, "As for you Mr Riddle. Five points will be taken from Slytherin for your act, but 25 points will be rewarded for standing up for your peers," McGonagall gave Y/n a wink before she disappeared with the two bloodied up boys behind her.
Mattheo walked back over and sat down again before pulling Y/n into her arms and kissing the side of her head, "That'll teach them never to touch my girl ever again."
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