Criminal Minds Imagines and One-Shots

Drunk in Love Pt. 2 (Spencer Reid x Reader)

"Could we have met up anywhere more sketchy?" I question upon arriving at the rundown motel room. Spencer pulls his nose out of the files covering the tiny bed and I grin when I notice he's wearing the glasses I love. They slide down his nose when he looks down at his watch. "It's about time you got here." He tries to act annoyed but when I move to kiss him, his pursed lips turn to a smile.

I go to set my bag down on the rickety little table and roll my eyes. "This place is two hours out of DC, you're lucky I came at all."

He pushes some of the papers away, making room for me to sit beside him. "It should have only taken an hour and 37 minutes. That is if you were following the speed limit of course. But if you didn't take I-68, which I'm assuming you did because-"

"A little thing called traffic, babe." I laugh. Spencer's cheeks flush and he pulls me down next to him, "I'm glad you came." He yawns and stretches his arms above him. I begin to wonder how many hours he's been cramped in the tiny room, rereading these papers.

The cheap bed creaks loudly beneath us and I wince at the bed springs digging into my thighs, "Is this really the only place that was available?"

"The rest of the team is actually at a resort up the road..." He smiles weakly, pulling his glasses off. "I didn't want to risk us getting caught so I rented this place and said it was because I work better alone."

"They actually bought that?" My eyes widen as I reach up to loosen his tie. He nods and I move so that I'm sitting against the headboard. "Aren't they starting to get suspicious by now? This is what? The sixth time?" He pushes more of the papers to the floor and I can't help but think of how wrong this is.

"What? What is it, (Y/N)?" His forehead wrinkles once he notices my changed expression.

"It's just..." I sigh, "We both know this isn't right so why do we keep doing it? It's been months now..."

Spencer remains quiet, looking at the files on the floor and for once it seems he doesn't have an answer.

"We don't have to discuss it now, but I think-"

"Then let's not." He stops me and starts unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

I decide now isn't the time to talk. We need to, but right now, Spencer Reid is beginning to undress in front of me and I haven't seen him in weeks.

"Sorry for snapping at you, (Y/N)." He sighs while scrubbing his tired face with his large hand. "But can we please talk about it another time? This case has taken a lot out of me and I just needed to see you before this unsub drives me insane. Can we please do the discussion part later?" he asks quietly and I soften for a moment. His long fingers are running up my bare calf to my knee cap, leaving goosebumps in their path.

"Okay." I whisper, pulling him up to me and our lips meet. His tongue joins mine, sliding against each other in my mouth with one sinuous movement. We push and pull but eventually I surrender to Spencer and let myself be kissed. He explores thoroughly and when he pulls away for air, it's quick and I'm suddenly tugged back for more. Fingers are moving fast, undoing buttons and shucking garments off one by one.

"But we have to talk later. Promise me, we'll talk later." My words come out rushed as my breathing speeds up. He's nuzzled into the hollow of my neck now, kissing and sucking. "I promise."

Somehow during this intense makeout, Spencer had shifted in between my thighs, my leg wrapped around his waist, and the only fabric separating us was our underwear.

I know I'm losing control as my hips thrust upwards against him. His lips on my sensitive collarbone have me writhing beneath him and he lets out a hungry moan.

--

Her hips grind roughly into me and I can't help but groan against her. My lips are making their way down her throat and across the top of her chest. Finally, I find myself kissing down the valley of her breasts and I inhale her scent. The smell that's become so familiar to me and makes my mouth water.

When I pull away, we're both panting. (Y/N) is flushed beneath me with swollen lips. The sight of her lacy bra with breasts that are threatening to spill out any second with every gasping breath adds to the fire inside me. (Y/N) has taught me how to shut off the analyzing and calculating side of my brain and focus on this pure pleasure. And wow it feels amazing.

I dip my head back down, letting my tongue explore more of the delicious curves and my hands make my way to hers. They're tightly gripping the comforter and I run my fingers over the delicate bones and ligaments. The caress makes her shiver and I grin against her skin, lightly nibbling the top of her breast where it meets the lacy fabric.

With that she cries out under me and her hips brush mine again. "Spence, please." Her back arches and she pulls me back up for a sloppy kiss. "Condom." Her shaking voice murmurs to remind me.

I reluctantly pull away from her and off the bed to my night bag sitting on the counter. I grab a condom from the inside pocket and my mind momentarily wanders to my birthday last month. Morgan had given me a huge box of them as a present, laughing about how my girlfriend and I needed to be safe. I hadn't used these once with her... only with (Y/N). The two of us hardly speak anymore, let alone have s*x, after she caught me with (Y/N). The air in our apartment is so tense now, I'm finding more and more excuses to secretly meet up with the girl I really wanted to see. It's sad and wrong but before I can think about it more, the throbbing inside my boxers distracts me.

I turn to see (Y/N) standing beside the bed unclasping her bra and discarding it to the floor along with her panties. The pulsing heat in my groin intensifies and I really don't want to think about anything but this moment. Not this case or the unsub, not the lies I've been telling, or the secrets I've been keeping. All I truly want is to kiss this woman and thrust into her until all logic and reason is shattered. All I want is (Y/N).

We both move to the bed that creaks loudly once I lean on top of her slim body.

"Are you ready?" I choke out at the same moment her hips roll and tease my erection even more. Her fingers slowly glide down my spine to where my boxers rest, causing me to shiver under the slight touch.

"Yes. I'm always ready." She smiles up at me while pushing my boxers down. I can't help but laugh nervously and tear open the condom. No matter how many times we've done this, (Y/N) always reduces me to the mindset of an anxious teenager.

I move into her with slow, forceful motions and little moans of pleasure fall from her lips. Low grunts make their way out of own mouth as the pleasure builds in my body. I can feel the pent up frustration of the past couple weeks disintegrate. "f**k" I groan. This woman is intoxicating.

I move forward, deeper inside and (Y/N) cries out. Any control I had over my body before this is slipping away and my thrusts become erratic. The stinging of her fingernails raking down my arms and back mixed with the heat inside me brings me closer to the edge.

"Spence," (Y/N) whines beneath me and I can feel her clenching. Her back arches up and I reach for her hips, holding us even closer. "Yes, yes." She breathes out at the end of each thrust. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of my head. I look down at her eyes, darkening in ecstasy and they quickly shut while her mouth forms a smile.

Her body tightens even more impossibly around me. My jaw clenches and pleasure shoots through me like lightning.

--

It takes me a few minutes to compose myself enough to actually speak coherent sentences. "Wow Spence."

We lay side by side, catching our breath and coming down from the high.

"I've missed this." I pant, turning to my side while pulling my sweaty hair off my back and over a shoulder. Spencer's laying beside me on his back, his curls have fallen over his forehead and closed eyes.

A smile spreads across his face once his eyelids flutter open to look at me. "I've missed you." I move closer to run my fingers through the wild hair and he pulls the comforter over the both of us. After laying quietly in each other's arms for several minutes, I know it's time for the part we've both been dreading.

I prop myself up on my elbow and look down at Spencer. "Time to talk?" He sighs but agrees.

"Have you spoken to your dad at all?" He begins and reaches over for his glasses. It's weird to see him like this. The wayfarer lenses on his face and messy hair tucked behind his ears was so completely the "Spencer Reid look."

But his bare chest and arms exposed to me along with his nerdy frames was such a contrast . I knew he didn't like his body. No matter how many times I'd tried to convince him otherwise, he insisted he was too lanky, skinny, etc. It was saddening but it also made me feel special. He chose to share this part of himself with me. My smile fades once I realize that his real girlfriend gets this part of him too.

"That's not what we're supposed to be talking about." I finally answer.

"I know, I just... wanted to catch up first." He shrugs.

"Spence, I think we did plenty of catching up in the past hour." His cheeks immediately redden and I can't help but laugh.

His long arms pull me back to his chest and my face is nuzzled into his warm neck. "Very funny but you know what I mean."

"No," I sigh, "And I don't plan to speak to him ever again. You remember what he said to me that night. We're not family anymore."

I feel Spencer's soft lips brush across my forehead and he gently kisses me. "I'm really sorry about that, (Y/N)."

"How's your mom?" I'm eager to change the subject before things become too emotional. That last thing I need is to repeat the night in my head where I cried and got drunk in a restaurant bathroom and then drove drunk to Spencer's place. I was such a wreck it's embarrassing to think about.

"She's doing well actually." I can hear him lighting up the way he always does when he talks about his mom. His love for her makes me smile. "She just got back from a supervised trip to the Grand Canyon!"

"Really?" I start laughing. I can't picture Diana enjoying anything having to do with the outdoors. We'd met over holidays back when Spencer and I were actually together.

Our laughing eventually dies down and his voice softens, "She asks about you quite a lot. She forgets that we... broke up."

My stomach tightens at his words and I know we can't keep beating around the bush anymore.

"What is this?" I start. "What are we doing, Spencer?"

I feel his arms around me shift slightly and I know he's uncomfortable. Spencer's always hated relationship issues. His refusal to acknowledge our problems in the past was one of the reasons I had to leave. Something that I've been regretting a lot lately.

"This isn't something you can ignore. You're here in bed with me but where is your girlfriend? Where does she think you are?" I prop myself up again to look him in the eyes as I speak. He's biting his lip, probably thinking of a logical explanation to this mess.

"She thinks I'm with the team." He finally responds, avoiding my eyes.

"I want you, Spence. I want you to be mine and I willing to try a relationship again." At this point my eyes are beginning to blur with tears. I mentally scold myself. Before I stepped foot in the motel I'd promised myself no crying. His hand reaches up to my cheek, wiping away the salty droplets as they run down my face.

"That's what I want. I love you." My voice quavers and without thinking, I reach for his face, wrapping my fingers into the messy ringlets of his hair and I pull him up to me. My lips crash to his and we kiss as the tears continue to stream from my eyes. His calloused thumb moves them away while his own eyes flutter shut.

"I don't want to keep sneaking around." I cry against him, pulling away and leaning my head onto his shoulder. He responds with a hand on my back, running up and down my bare spine.

As soon as I've composed myself the best as possible. I wipe my face and move away, reaching for my underwear off the floor.

"You're leaving?" He asks quietly from the bed. I fasten my bra and look over. This time his eyes are glistening and I have to look away and keep whatever self control is left in me before I climb back onto that goddamn creaking mattress.

"I've gotta go so I make it to work on time tomorrow." I mutter as I gather my things.

"Let me drive you!" Spencer hops off the bed, reaching for his boxers that have been flung over a lamp.

"No. You need to work this case." It shouldn't hurt this bad to leave him. I knew what I was doing when I drove here. I knew the pain I was signing up for. Guilt was filling up my body, replacing the pleasure that was inside me just moments ago. It was the same sickening feeling that consumed me after every secret meetup and every late night hook up.

I was the other woman. Not the one he came home to. Not the one who could kiss him good morning or goodbye before every case. Not since the two of us f****d everything up a year ago.

I grab my bag and move to the door. Spencer's beat me to it and we stand there silently, him blocking the exit and me not knowing what to do anymore. Tears are threatening to spill down his own face and I've got to get out of here before I break again.

"You know what I want, Spencer. Now you need to figure out what it is you want." I manage to choke out and I move to peck his heated cheek. "I love you."

He doesn't say it back and I can feel my heart breaking. He looks at me and the tears fall while he moves back to sit on the bed.We remain quiet and I realize he's not going to try and convince me to stay like he does after all of our past meetups.

I open the door and the humid air fills my lungs, immediately making me sick. The cicadas croke in the darkness and I lean over a trash can, heaving the remains of my stomach that burn my throat.