19. baby

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.• usage of a sex toy in public

"Dinner is on me!"

Muffled groans of excitement filled the elevator, a small, "Thank god," coming from Hotch before Rossi turned around, looking around at the team standing behind him as he furrowed his brows in bewilderment. "Are my ears deceiving me?" He asked. "Because I know I did not just hear griping about my rigatoni."

"That case was brutal," JJ moaned in response.

"Nothing your cooking can't fix, though, Rossi," Morgan added, grinning at him.

"Eccezionale! My house, tonight, seven o'clock then?" Rossi asked, grinning around at the team.

"Only if you have your best scotch on hand," you replied, beaming at him.

"Ah, giovane ragazza, don't you know who I am? It's not a dinner party at David Rossi's mansion if there isn't any scotch," Rossi said, winking over at you.

"Paperwork first," Hotch said, glancing around at the team, "and then dinner."

"Count on Hotch to kill the mood," you groaned, smirking over at him as he shook his head at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

The elevator doors slid open and you all climbed out, walking into the bullpen together. Morgan and JJ went over to their desks, Garcia immediately running over to Morgan's, sitting on the edge as he started telling her how the case went. Rossi and Hotch went to their respective offices, closing the doors behind them as they sat at their desks, setting to work. You walked over to Spencer's desk, leaning against it as you looked down at him, smiling. "Hi."

"Hi," he replied, looking up at you.

"Are you coming tonight?"

He nodded. "Did you need a ride?"

"You're asking me that?" You laughed, reaching for his name plaque sitting in front of his computer, tracing over the letters with your finger. "I'm surprised you're not asking me for a ride."

"You're right. I should. That would make things easier anyway."

The words caught your attention, making you raise a brow at Spencer, setting the plaque down on his desk before he reached out, readjusting it in its perfect spot that it was in before. "Make things easier?" You asked, crossing your arms. "Do I even want to know?"

You heard snickering nearby and you lifted your head, looking over at Garcia and Derek watching you, smirks on both their faces. "They know that you came to Vegas with me," Spencer said as you looked over at him. "Garcia saw the ticket on your desk."

"Fuck. I knew I should've put it away," you said, your cheeks flushing bright pink. "What did you tell them?"

"That we hardly even saw each other while we were there anyway," he replied, shrugging at you. "You just came with me to the reunion."

"Ugh. We were fools to think we could've hidden it from them. They're profilers— not fucking stupid. Whatever. It was a lost cause the second Garcia saw me getting out of your car that one time anyway. At least they don't know what exactly we've been doing," you said, crossing one leg over the other as you leaned back, your pencil skirt riding up your thighs.

Spencer's eyes flicked inconspicuously to your legs, looking up at you as you smirked at him. "I thought you said you didn't care if the team knew," he said, leaning forward on his elbow.

"Yeah, that we've been... I... I- I don't know," you replied, feeling your cheeks darken with embarrassment. You didn't know what to call your relationship with Spencer anymore. You would say friends with benefits, but it was more than that now. "But if they knew that what we've been doing is BDSM?" You asked, lowering your voice. "That's the part I'm worried about."

"You're right," Spencer smiled, nodding at you. "I agree."

"You know, we haven't..." Your voice trailed off, your eyes flicking down to your lap as you fumbled nervously with your hands. "We haven't really... done anything since, well... I mean, there was that thing at the hotel, but..."

"We should talk about it, huh?"

You looked up at Spencer, watching him as he blushed, pulling his elbow away from the desk as he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. You nodded your head, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. "Soon?" You asked, smoothing your hands over your legs.

"Soon," he confirmed, nodding at you.

"Actually," Spencer said, clearing his throat quickly. "Now that you mention it— you're right. We haven't really done anything lately. Which is why I think it's about time that I showed you the surprise that I got you."

"Surprise?" You asked, raising a brow at him. "Is this what you meant by 'it'll make things easier?'"

"Perhaps," Spencer grinned at you. "Do you remember when you said I could buy you something without telling you what it is if I let you buy the... y- you know..."

"The strap-on?"

"Don't say it so fucking loud!" Spencer cried in a whisper, his eyes widening as he blushed a deep shade of red, refusing to meet your gaze as his eyes darted all around the room, the panic clear in them.

You rolled your eyes at him, snickering. "Please. No one can hear me, little boy," you giggled, ruffling your hand through his curls as he finally looked at you, narrowing his eyelids.

"Anyway— do you remember when you said that you'd let me buy something?" Spencer asked, smirking at you. "Let's just say that I did, and you're going to be wearing it tonight— at Rossi's house."

Your heart lurched inside your chest at his words. You gripped the edge of his desk as you looked down at him, narrowing your eyelids as he looked back at you, smirking. "What is it?" You asked.

"Nope. That was the deal. You said I didn't have to tell you."

"Yeah, well, I'm changing the terms."

"I don't think that's fair after you bought that... thing... without even asking for my permission first," Spencer said to you.

"Fuck you."

"I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe I should," you said, standing from his desk, crossing your arms as you smirked at him, "especially after I heard that you had to play Cinderella with the unsub this case."

Spencer grinned at you. "Why? Are you jealous?"

"Of course I'm not."

"Mhm. I can see right through you, (Y/N). I'm a profiler, too. Or have you forgotten?"

You pointed your finger at him, waving it in his face as you said, "You better not profile me ever again, little boy. Otherwise... What is it that you do?" You leaned down, bringing your lips beside his ear, giggling softly as you whispered, "I'm gonna tease you so fucking much to the point that you are begging to fuck me over Rossi's kitchen table."

You pulled away from him, smiling sweetly at him as he looked at you, furrowing his brows in frustration. You heard laughing and you looked over at Morgan and Garcia, sticking your tongue out at them before flashing them your middle finger, hearing Hotch yell, "(Y/L/N)!"

You smirked at Spencer before turning around and walking away, grinning to yourself as you made your way to your office. You closed the door behind you, sitting at your desk as you turned your computer on, typing in your password. You noticed an envelope was sitting on your desk, unopened, your name etched in fine print over the yellow flap. Picking it up, you ripped open the seal, pulling out the contents that were inside.

You gasped as you threw the picture, standing quickly from your desk as your heart started to race inside your chest, your eyes growing wide with panic.

It was a picture.

A picture of you and Spencer.

It was you and him, standing in the aquarium back in Vegas, kissing— the words, "I know about you," written in blank ink at the bottom of the page.

~~~

"Bend over."

You did as you were told, leaning forward on your palms as you sucked in a deep breath, spreading your legs as Spencer placed a hand over your hip, looking at you.

"Are you okay?"

Your heart jolted at Spencer's words, feeling him stroke your back reassuringly. "I hope that you know if you're really truly uncomfortable with doing this, we don't have to. I would never make you do something that you're not comfortable with. Just say the word and I won't do it."

"No, no, it's fine," you replied, shaking your head at him. "I'm fine. Go ahead."

He didn't believe you. You could see it in his eyes that he didn't. But he didn't question it further, his hand gripping your hip. You gasped, rocking forward on your palms as you felt something suddenly being pushed inside you, a sudden, unfamiliar pressure on your clit. "The fuck— is that a fucking vibrator!?" You cried, swiveling your head around to look at Spencer.

"Is that okay?" He asked, smiling at you as you stood to your feet, shifting your weight from one side to the other, furrowing your brows as you clearly felt the vibrator inside you.

"It's... different," you replied, looking at him. "So, wait... you want me to wear this shit tonight at Rossi's with the team!?"

"It's quiet. No one will hear a thing." Spencer smirked at you as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote, holding it up for you to see. "And I'll have this on me the entire night."

"I fucking hate you."

"This is payback, sweetheart. And if you make any noise tonight—" Spencer leaned down, bringing his lips down to your neck— "then I won't hesitate to take you into the bathroom and fuck you over the counter until you're screaming to come on my dick." He kissed your neck, his finger tapping the remote, you feeling a small vibration inside of you, a gasp slipping past your lips as Spencer continued his incursion on your neck.

He pulled away after a moment, smirking at you as he switched the remote off, a small sigh of relief leaving you. "That was just a teaser to show you what you're in for tonight."

"Bastard," you growled at him.

"What was that?"

You didn't say anything, heat rushing to your cheeks as Spencer grinned at you, nodding his head in approval. "Good girl. Come on— we don't wanna be late."

The drive to Rossi's was silent, and you wondered if that was because Spencer definitely did not believe you when you told him that everything was fine. The only time that you spoke was when you pulled up to a red light and you gasped, your hands gripping the steering wheel as you suddenly felt the same vibration inside you, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as Spencer chuckled beside you, saying, "Whoops. My finger must've slipped."

Yeah fucking right, bitch.

Minutes later, you parked in front of Rossi's, swinging the door open, walking at a distance from Spencer as you made your way up the steps to the mansion, ringing the doorbell. "Benvenuto!" Rossi cried as he opened the door, cupping your chin, planting two kisses on both your cheeks. "Welcome!"

"Everyone's already here. Where have you two been?" Morgan asked, moving to stand behind Rossi as he smirked at you.

"Having rowdy sex on Spencer's apartment floor. Sorry— we forgot to invite you. Next time, though," you smirked at him as he pulled you into a hug, laughing at your words. You gritted your teeth, feeling the vibration on your clit a third time as you buried your face in Morgan's chest, stifling a moan.

You pulled away from him, shooting Spencer a glare as he smiled sweetly at you, walking over to Morgan to say hello. You noticed Garcia and JJ in the back, walking over to them and giving them both hugs.

Once Rossi had finally finished cooking, he called everyone outside, having already set the table with glasses filled with red wine and fine tableware adorning the tablecloth. "Dave, you didn't have to do all this," Hotch said as you each took a seat at the table, you deciding to sit between JJ and Spencer.

"Ah, senza senso, it's my pleasure!" Rossi sat at the head of a table, holding up his wine glass as he smiled around at each of you. "Now, for a toast." Everyone raised their glasses, you coughing into your elbow as you felt the vibrator turn on inside you, pressing your lips into a thin line. "To family," Rossi said, "and all the more lives that we've saved."

"Cheers."

The vibrator flicked off inside you and you turned around to look up at Spencer, glaring at him as you clinked your glass against his, taking a sip. He winked at you as he turned away, taking a small sip from his glass before setting it back down.

You didn't feel the vibrator again until you were halfway finished eating your meal, kicking your leg out as you gasped, the vibrator on its highest setting. Everyone's eyes flicked to you as you spoke quickly, "Sorry," feeling Spencer's eyes boring holes into you. "Choked on my food."

"Wash it down with some more wine, giovane ragazza," Rossi said, passing the wine bottle to you.

"Ah, I would, but I gotta drive this lazy boy's ass home tonight," you grinned, bringing your hand down on Spencer's thigh, leaving it there as he choked on his drink.

"Reid, why are you so afraid of driving anyway?" Morgan asked, twirling his noodles around his fork.

"If you knew what I do about driving, you wouldn't either," Spencer replied, shooting you a warning look as you dragged your hand up his thigh, casually sipping your water. You rested your hand by his crotch, feeling his dick twitch beside your fingers.

"Oh, yeah? Tell me one thing about driving that could supposedly 'scare me off' then," Morgan chuckled, shoveling his food into his mouth.

"Well, for one, it's the number one cause of death in most age groups," Spencer replied, stifling a grunt as you traced the outline of his dick through his pants with your finger, propping your head up on your elbow as you looked at him, feeling his dick harden. "People tend to let their guard down when they're driving. They, uh... Th- They lose focus because driving has become a second nature to them so they don't think anything of it anymore. It's been proven in multiple case studies. I'd like to live long enough to get married and have at least two kids, thank you very much."

You palmed the bulge in his pants, feeling the vibrator switch on inside you, stifling a moan with your water, gulping it down quickly. No one seemed to have noticed anything, so you stilled your movements on Spencer's dick as he flicked the vibrator off, feeling the pressure building between your hips. "(Y/L/N)," Hotch called, and you looked at him. "I think I'm going to talk to the director about letting you carry a gun in the field. You don't have to come with us on arrests, but, just in case."

"Oh, really?"

"Would you be comfortable with that?"

"Uh... Sure. Yeah," you replied, smiling at him.

Casual conversation resumed around the table, you pushing your fork into your mouth, chewing on the delicious Italian dish before swallowing. You bit down on your lip, feeling the vibrator turn on inside you, the setting not as intense as before, your hand snaking up Spencer's thigh, palming the bulge in his pants, hearing him cough beside you, the setting cranking up a notch.

Eventually, the vibrating got to be too much, you digging your nails into Spencer's thigh, coughing into your elbow as he quickly shut the vibrator off. You continued your movements on his dick, tracing the outline of it beneath the table as Spencer moved his hand to your thigh, tracing letters over your skin.

Call me.

You looked over at him, furrowing your brows in confusion as he sipped his wine, tracing another word.

Now.

Reaching for your phone inside your handbag, you dialed Spencer's number, hearing his phone ring beside you. He pulled it out, readjusting himself so that no one would be able to see the fucking tent in his pants, bringing his phone to his ear as he answered, "Hello?" Everyone looked at him as he stood from the table, quickly turning his back to them. "Oh, hey, Mom. I..." He paused, nodding his head to himself. "Yeah, I have a minute. Excuse me."

He disappeared into the house, you hanging up your phone as you turned around to look at the team, smiling innocently at them. A minute later, you heard your phone buzz, looking down at it, reading the text from Spencer: Meet me at the fucking car right now or I will make you fucking come right there in front of them.

Gulping, you excused yourself, saying you had to use the bathroom. You made your way into the house, walking out to where you had parked car, seeing Spencer leaning against it, his arms crossed. "What is it?" You asked, pulling your keys out, unlocking the car.

"You're gonna finish what you fucking started," Spencer said, walking around to the driver side, pulling the door open and climbing in. You grinned to yourself, pulling the passenger side door open, climbing in beside him.

"We gotta be quick. I don't want the team to think I had to fucking shit," you said, snickering as you slammed the door shut behind you, moaning as soon as you felt the vibrator turn on inside you, reaching over and unbuckling Spencer's trousers.

"Maybe I should make you stay here and let them think that for fucking teasing me," Spencer groaned. You shoved his pants and boxers down, his hard dick hitting his stomach, you leaning over and dragging your tongue along it, closing your mouth around his tip. Spencer moaned, switching the vibrator up a notch, a moan rushing past your lips as you swirled your tongue around the head of his dick, feeling the knot already beginning to unravel in your stomach. You were already close from how many times he'd turned the fucking vibrator on at dinner, and you could tell he was already close from you messing with him underneath the table.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, pumping it as you dragged your lips along him, hearing him groan as he bucked his hips, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, feeling Spencer wrap his hand around your hair as you bobbed your head up and down, pushing you down on his dick.

You fought against his hand, pulling your head back as you cried out, your legs shaking as you came, Spencer switching the vibrator off before you brought your head back down, swirling your tongue around his dick as Spencer neared his own orgasm, feeling his dick twitch inside of your mouth.

He pushed your head down, holding it there as he shot his cum down your throat, a string of moans rolling past his lips as he bucked his hips up, tears stinging your eyes. Spencer pulled you off of him, panting as you combed a hand through your curls, gasping. "Oh, you are so in for it when we get home," Spencer said, tucking himself away before he reached over, swiping at your smeared makeup.

"Can't take me anywhere, can you?" You grinned at him, grabbing your spritz perfume bottle out of your handbag, freshening yourself up.

"I really fucking can't," he sighed, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Now, let's get back in there before they start thinking about why you've been in the bathroom for so long. That would be fucking embarrassing. But when we get home—" He leaned in, his warm breath traveling down your neck, sending chills racing down your spine— "you better be fucking ready."

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𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.heyoo :)) i'm sorry for the day break from writing, i felt like my writing was shit the past few chapters so i decided to take a break to refresh. i hope y'all liked this chapter!! i know some of y'all are disappointed i haven't updated "gimmick" in awhile. i promise an update is coming soon!!

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