Summary: Reader and Spencer have only been dating for a short while after having crushes on each other for awhile. Reader calls late one night insanely sexually frustrated, ends up going to his apartment. (No smut)
Author’s Note: This is super short, but I hope you guys enjoy!
Do not call.
It’s nearly 12, (Y/N). He’s probably not even awake. And you’ve only been dating a few weeks, that’s completely inappropriate.
But, that’s a boyfriend’s job, right?
Okay, I’ll call once. It doesn’t hurt to try.
I turned over in bed, reaching over to my bedside table for my phone. I slid my finger across the screen and searched for Spencer’s number, only taking a matter of seconds. I drew in a deep breath as I pressed the “call” button, pressing the phone against my ear. A few seconds in, Spencer’s voice finally broke through (I told myself it was only a few seconds when in reality it felt like I’d been holding the phone for ten minutes.)
“Hello?” He spoke and I faltered for a second, I didn’t expect him to answer.
“Hey, did I wake you?” I asked.
“No, just up filling out paperwork.” He replied.
“Oh.” I said, not entirely sure where to carry the conversation from here. This was all on a spur of a moment, I hadn’t really thought any of this through.
“Speaking of, why are you awake?” Spencer inquired.
“Couldn’t really sleep, figured I’d call you.” I replied.
“Well, you can come over if you’d like. I’ll probably be up for awhile.” He spoke, his hesitation evident. I wasn’t sure if it was that he didn’t want me over, but felt impolite if he didn’t ask or thought I might reject.
“Are you sure that’s okay?” I asked.
“Of course, I’ll leave the door unlocked if you wanna come up.” Spencer replied, sounding much more solid in his choices.
“See you in a few.” I replied.
“See you then.” He said before hanging up.
That was definitely not the outcome I was expecting, I’m not one to question a good thing though. I hadn’t noticed the grin that traced my lips until I was forcing it away.
I decided to stay in my t shirt, but slip into a pair of shorts. I turned towards the full length mirror that laid against my wall, looking over my appearance. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, just wanting my hair away from my face. I chewed on my lip as I thought through how I’d approach this.
Well, he’s a profiler. Maybe I wouldn’t have to. In his own time.
After a five minute drive that had never seemed longer, I was stood at Spencer’s door step. I brought my hand to the door and knocked three times, not even giving myself the chance to talk myself out of it. Spencer seemed to open the door almost instantly, he gave me a smile, stepping aside to let me inside.
“Hey.” I smiled once he’d shut the door behind us, leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek.
“Hello,” He smiled back in return, walking to take his place back at his desk, “You can lie on the couch while I work, are you feeling alright?” He asked.
I sat onto the cushion and glanced around the apartment. The apartment I’d been in countless times before, but from my perspective it felt completely foreign seeing as to why I came here. A reason Spencer still hadn’t seemed to recognize.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I nodded, placing my hands onto my thighs, tucking them between.
“Are you sure? It’s unusual for you to call this late.” He asked, his eyes flickering down to the placement of my hands.
“I’m fine, Spence. Just continue your work. I only wanted to come see you.” I spoke, not entirely a lie. His brows furrowed, looking over my face before turning back to the short stack of papers that had previously captured his attention.
And it continued on like that. Small conversation, and Spencer looking for the occasional confirmation that I was okay.
“You need me to get you anything while you’re working?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“I’m fine, love.” He spoke, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, causing me to sharply draw in a breath. Spencer turned his attention to me when he’d heard my sound and frowned.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked for seemingly the hundredth time that evening.
“Perfectly fine.” I nodded, crossing my legs.
Spencer seemed to take note of my actions, his eyes slowly flickering up to mine before a smirk made its way onto his lips. He stood up from his chair, walking over to me in two steps before kneeling in front of me.
“A little frustrated, are we?” He asked, placing his hands on the sides of my thighs.
“How could you tell?” I mocked.
“Your breathing was uneven the second you walked through that door,” He spoke, cocking his head in the direction of the door to emphasize his point, “And your eyes are dilated.” He continued, grabbing my arm and slowly running his hand down until it was placed in my own.
“Is that it?” I mused, leaning down to where my nose barely brushed his, turning my head lightly to the side.
“Your tone is slightly intimidating, but your body betrays your act. I thought you’d notice I was taking your pulse as well,” He whispered, his eyes flickering down to my lips, “And every time I glanced over from my work, you seemed to continually be clenching your thighs.”
“Didn’t think you were watching me.” I spoke, leaning in to steal a kiss from his lips, one that barely lasted half a second.
“Oh, my dear, how could I take my eyes off of you?” He spoke softly. I let a small smile take over my lips, bringing my lip between my teeth to force it away.
“Don’t do that.” Spencer spoke, a slight layer of sternness in his voice. Commanding, but his expression was soft.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Bite your lip like that.” He replied, reaching up to place his thumb onto my bottom lip, lightly pulling it in his direction before releasing.
“I don’t know what you’d expect.” I lightly chuckled.
“I don’t know what you were thinking either, but if you need me to take care of you, I will.” He spoke, his hands returning to their place on my thighs.
“Are you sure?” I asked, I didn’t want him feeling obligated.
“Of course. After all, you are mine. Anything I can do to provide for you, whether it’s emotionally, financially, physically, I will do.” He spoke.
“Then please do.” I smiled, letting out a small yelp as Spencer lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist in reflex.
“Can’t risk letting you get away.” He whispered, his nose brushing against mine.
I gave him a small smile, nudging my nose against his before replying,
A/N: This is based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camilla Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly. Super smutty smut ahead. (Not my gif below!)
“Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated”
I was lost, meandering the pages of my favorite book. Swept up in a fantasy land of angels and chimera. My fingers teased the edges of the pages as I clung to every single word as I read words that, quite frankly, I knew by heart, but could never lose interest in.
My phone buzzed and drew my attention away from the pages. The alert flashed across my screen that I had received a text message from Jongin.
I huffed a breath out. I knew that this interaction was more than likely about to annoy me more than it would benefit me at all. At least I could consider it entertainment, although I would have considered my book sufficient enough for the night.
Receive: Hey you.
Send: Hey Jongin.
Receive: What are you up to?
Send: Just reading. You?
Receive: What a fuckin’ nerd. Reading on a Saturday night. Send: A nerd you’re texting on a Saturday night. What’s the matter? All your FWB busy tonight or something?
Receive: I like when you talk feisty to me, baby.
Send: Ew. Did you actually need something?
Receive: You 😜 Receive: Got any nudes to make my night more fun?
I rolled my eyes. There it was; the annoyance I anticipated.
Jongin and I had grown up across the street from one another. We had shared one kiss in high school at a party, and had never spoken of it again. He had turned into quite the, I believe the newest term was, “fuckboi” since we graduated, and, as hard as I tried in the past, I was unable to cut him out of my life. Eventually, I quit fighting the part of me that wanted to remain his friend.
We had become very different people with no more similar interests or friends. Occasionally, however, we would sneak around and actually hang out, for old time’s sake. We would never let our other friends in on the secret. The judgement that we would face if they knew that we interacted with one another would be harsh. As it remained, I did enjoy his company from time to time.
Send: Are you that drunk? You’re asking me of all people for nudes?
Receive: Nah. I can bring some booze over if you want though. My night has actually been kinda lame. I’d like to see you. Send: Sure. Come over whenever.
I laid my phone to rest on the nightstand and stood up. I walked over to my closet and checked the full length mirror that hung from my door.
The black tank top that I had been wearing wasn’t too terrible. It flattered my figure well. I did shed my pajama bottoms and slid into a pair of floral shorts.
I was midway through brushing my hair out from being in a ponytail when I came to an abrupt halt.
"Am I out of my mind?! Why am I getting dolled up for Jongin, of all people,“ I asked myself, out loud, and shuttered when I realized what I was doing.
I tossed the brush back on the bathroom counter, but managed one more glance over of myself right as the doorbell rang. I shook the nerves that had somehow snuck their way into my veins out, and brought myself back down to reality as I headed to open the front door.
As I reached to turn the knob, Jongin was letting himself in.
"Excuse you,” I exclaimed and crossed my arms as my, very forceful, house guest allowed himself entry to my home.
He smiled his lethal smile and held up my spare key.
“Under the front door mat. Really?“
I yanked the key out of his fingers and scoffed.
"Where else do you put a spare key, jackass?” I maneuvered past him and began to put the key back in its rightful home, but hesitated and stuck it back in his hands instead.
"Ah, there ya go. You give it to a person that you trust. Not hide it in a place so obvious anybody could break into your house.“ He slid the ring on his key chain and I caught myself lost in my head again.
"Wait, what the fuck am I doing? Why am I so out of whack tonight?” I thought to myself as I realized I had just given Jongin unlimited access to my life. It was too late to regress and take the key back now, though, so I grabbed one of the bottles of liquor from him and made my way back to the kitchen.
I poured us both tall glasses of strong drinks and hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter as Jongin took a sip.
He sucked air through his teeth and, after his face has un-puckered, said, “heavy hand tonight."
I laughed and said, "I’ve gotta be drunk to endure your company. Suck it up, princess."
He chuckled and raised his glass in the air as though he was cheers-ing me from across the kitchen. He took another large swig.
We sat and talked for a little bit. As he was telling me about the happenings at his new job, I couldn’t help but allow my mind, and eyes, to wander.
I had never realized how long and toned his legs were. The torn skinny jeans that he was wearing hugged his thighs perfectly. Every now and then, as he made a grand gesture speaking with his hands, his shirt would slightly come up, revealing his abs and V-line. I caught myself licking my lips as my brain played with the thought of licking down that v-line.
"Hello?! Are you even listening to me?” I snapped back to the moment as I saw him waving his hands in front of my eyes.
"Aish, sorry,“ I blushed when I realized that I was thinking dirty thoughts about Jongin, "uh, zoned out for a moment. Must’ve made this drink too strong."
He rolled his eyes and smirked at me. He gently placed his glass down at the opposite end of the counter and sauntered slowly toward me.
"What’s got you so distracted tonight?"
He placed himself directly between my legs and, rather than recoil from his advances like my mind was screaming at me to, I shuddered and slightly leaned into his touch. His large hands traced a light pattern up my arms, raising goosebumps.
He flashed me his grin again and leaned forward, placing his lips directly against my ear as he whispered, "if you only knew the bad things I liked.”