Intoxicating P.2 | S.r

intoxicating p.2 | s.r

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word count: 4.3k

warnings: smut, cussing, jealousy?, nothing too crazy guys. but i can definitely make some kinkier stuff if you’d like *muah*

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part 1 here / aaron version here

A small part of you couldn't believe it had worked. Chewing on the bottom of your lip, your body not halting its movements as the song continued on playing. You swore on everything that you could hear your heartbeat pounding, as you made eye contact with the guy who had clouded a good chunk of your mind all night.

The smallest chuckle left Derek's lips, as he pressed a longer than necessary kiss on your cheek. Detangling from your body, clapping the brunette's shoulder as he took his current spot. The nervous man wrapped his arms around you like he was scared you would regret it as soon as it came, your hands running up his chest and to the back of his neck a small smile on your lips.

"I didn't expect you to come over. I thought you didn't like dancing," You whispered against the cusp of his ear, his grip on you tightening his mind getting lost in the sensation of your sweaty body against his. He seemed at a loss for words her giggling against his neck driving him insane. Before he could utter any words the girl pressed a soft kiss against his neck instant goosebumps appearing on the visible skin she could see. "Morgan and I had just barely started-"

"I couldn't watch the either of you anymore," Spencer mumbled against you, your small kiss still sending waves of shock throughout his overwhelmed body. "I-I couldn't bear the thought of another man being as close to you as he was... my mind just kept telling me that it should have been me."

Your heart fluttered at his words, tightening your hold around his neck pulling him closer. "You could have just asked,"

Fuck. Every ounce of your body was trying to stop itself from pouncing on the glossy eyed agent.

His eyes were blown wide open, his hands trying to memorize every inch of your body. His touch leaving a trail of chills, your lips parted open. The strobes of light flickering across your face lighting your face up in a delicious manner, not wanting to blink and break eye contact.

The alcohol was doing all of the work now, leaning to press an open mouthed kiss on his neck. Spencer hissed at the sensation, his head thrown back as he allowed your mouth to decorate his neck in your sparkly gloss. Your sober self was screaming at you to get it together, your fellow co-workers most definitely watching as you made a mess out of the younger boy.

"Please. I need to kiss you."

Before you could react, Spencer had cupped your face in his much larger hands and crashed his lips into yours.

For a split second, you had thought the music had been turned off.The ringing in your ears should have concerned you but you paid no mind.

The sensation of Spencer's lips on yours all your mind could focus on.

Your hands quickly found his hair, entwining your fingers into his chestnut locks. Spencer's hips instinctively found yours, grinding against you out of force of habit. A groan leaving both of your lips. A small part of you hadn't known Spencer would be this intense of a kisser but he poured every ounce of his being into this kiss. Like he was speaking with his actions. His mouth moved against yours like he was being starved from your touch, allowing your tongue to part his mouth as he moaned against your lips. His chest was growing heavy from the lack of air, but he didn't care.

His body just wanted more. More of you. And damn, he couldn't get enough.

"Spence," mumbling against his now swollen lips, trying to pull away so you could breath. But the brunette had already moved his kisses down to your neck, soft moans leaving your lips. The sensation of someone burning a whole onto your head made your eyes flicker up to where you knew you would find the harsh gaze of Aaron Hotchner.

What a sinful sight.

Your glazed eyes making eye contact with him as the brunette coated every inch of your body he could see with his lips.

Straight out of a nightmare.

Knowing the girl he was pinning after was being pinned against a wall by his friend.

Hotch felt like every inch of his body was on fire. And not in the way you had made him feel only moments prior. He needed to leave and take the coldest shower of his life, hoping it would erase the memory of your lips interlocked with the spewing fun fact machine.

The same lips that he was close to kissing.

The same lips that were flirting with him only moments before.

And now-

Spencer had your body in a way only Hotch could imagine of having you. Every part of your body was so responsive, leaning into his touch to show him he was doing everything right. A small part of him wanted to walk over there and yank you away from his touch. He wanted to crash his lips into yours, and show the younger man exactly how to touch you. He wanted to slam you against a nearby table, and mark your body to let everyone else know that you were his.

Only his.

Not Spencers.

Not Morgans.

His.

Almost as if someone else had a hold of his body, heavy thuds ringing in his ears as he found himself making his way over to her. Your frantic hands tapped on Spencer's shoulders, his actions not faltering. His brain having turned off relying on his instincts.

"Spence- Hotch is- fuck- he's coming over."

The mention of Hotchs name made something click in his brain. Popping his lips off of your neck, proceeding to move to your abused lips. His mouth slamming against yours a small gasp leaving your mouth, using this chance to allow his tongue to enter your sweet mouth.

Jesus christ. Who the hell was this guy?

His tongue left not a single inch of your mouth untouched. His moans sounding like heaven in your mouth, not wanting to stop the boy in your hazy state. Your panties stood no chance against him. Knowing they were behind soaked at this point, clenching your legs together to create some type of friction.

"Mn- spence- stop. Please,"

"Please what sweet girl..." A moan left your moan at the sinful way he moaned your nickname, trying to push the brunette off your limbs not cooperating with what you were trying to convey.

"I think she said stop, Reid." A small shudder ran down your spine at the cold tone of the taller man. Spencer just about snapped back into reality, realizing he was doing all of these activities in front of his boss. The bespectacled boy turned around less confident than he was when he was destroying your neck, his hold on you faltering.

"Hotch, it's okay. I just needed a breath-"

"You should know when to stop, Spencer. No matter what. You of all people should know this." His curt words were slicing through the sexual tension, leaving you standing there like two kids being scolded by their parents.

Spencer ran his hand through his tousled curls, chest rising up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Your now empty hands fiddled with the metal hanging around your neck nervously, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I think this is a good time to call it a night," Your words landed on deaf ears, seeming that was the plan before Hotch had made his way over to you. "I'll go find Pen and Morgan."

Leaving Hotch and Spencer didn't seem like a smart idea at the time, but you just wanted to get out from in between them. Shaking your head at your antics, finding Penelope pretty quickly her giggly form told you she was pretty gone.

"Morgan, I think Hotch and I are ready to go. Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah, let me go get pretty boy. He asked if we could take him home as well." Your heart dropped even further into your stomach, hands fiddling with one another at the thought of being stuck with them again.

You brought this on yourself.

You did this to yourself.

Fuck me and these stupid ass men.

Your drunken state made the trip between the bar and into the car a haze, the only thing you knew was that you were sandwiched in between the hottest people you have ever seen in your life. Holding your hands around your body, in fear of them going and doing something stupid again.

Hotch's intense stare was focused on the road ahead, his knuckles a stark white. He was clutching his jeans in a tight grip, trying to hide his frustration from the soft girl beside him.

What did Spencer have that he didn't?

Was is that he was young and cute?

Was it all of his fun facts that kept her wrapped around his finger?

Maybe she thinks I'm too old for her.

His subconscious was feeding him every possible scenario, believing them over and over. Before he could dig a deeper hole for himself, the sound of car doors opening snapped him out of his trance. His eyes fixating on your house, not having realized they had already arrived.

Spencer held the door open for you, his hand extended to you as you thanked him softly.

"Want me to walk you to your door?"

Yes please.

Before you could argue back, your body had already accepted his offer slipping your arm through his. Turning around to face the car, biding everyone a farewell your eyes hesitating over Hotch's. Not being able to ignore the unrecognizable emotion written all over his face.

"Morgan, you can go ahead without me. He can just spend the night here. What's the worst that could happen?"

The sound of Morgan laughing at his choice of words made the vein on the side of Hotch's forehead throb, trying to ignore the suggestive tone in Morgan's response.

"Don't have too much fun with him, sweet girl. I want him at work on time and in one piece."

A small giggle left your lips, saluting the chauffeur as Spencer led you away. The soft chirps from the crickets were all that you could hear, the cold air feeling nice on your sweaty frame.

"I hope you're okay with me spending the night- I know we've slept in the same room together before, but if it's too much I'll just sober up for a bit and head on home. Should take me about an hour and 37 minutes to be fully sober-" Spencer rambled grabbing a hold of your keys, expertly opening your front door as he held it open for you. Your scent slapped him right in his face as he made his way inside, locking the door behind him flicking the lights on.

Your house screamed you.

All of your little knick knacks around the house, the way you decorated your house just made sense.

It was like he could see your exact thought process on where you had placed your furniture, the decorations.

The colors you picked all worked well with each other.

Whoever walked in and saw your place would be able to know what kind of person you were.

Spencer had only seen your house from the entrance of your front door, but seeing it in all of its intimate details made him feel a little warm.

A smile making its way onto his lips as he locked eyes on a picture of you and the BAU team. Everyone in the picture was smiling straight at the camera; except for you. Your head was thrown back a laugh frozen in your expression, your fingers on Spencer's bicep whose arm was resting happily beside you. He could see the fondness in his eyes, noting the way everyone just moved into you. Spencer remembers this day in a fonder memory than he does every other day- he was able to have a special part of you that no one else could touch.

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"Did you know that Texas' state flower is the bluebonnet?"

"I always thought they were more of a weed." Morgan questioned, tucking his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt. You smacked his arm at his comment.

The team was currently on a case in Texas. More specifically, on the side of a highway in Texas. The sound of people speeding by made you a little nervous, but you felt safe surrounded by all of your fellow co-workers. That and the fact that the sun was your biggest enemy at the moment. You had lived in Texas for the longest before pursuing the F.B.I., the agonizing sun reminding you of one of the worst and best things about Texas.

Currently sporting your not work appropriate tank top and some bootcut jeans to match your matching cowboy boots. It was hotter than a mother, no one would say anything about the dress code as long as you were still able to move.

You figured what better time to bring out your pride and joy than now.

Elle hadn't stopped growling at you the second she had seen your outfit, whispering sweet nothings to you in spanish. 

Making you wonder why you hadn't pursued Elle any sooner.

"That's rude." Crouching down by the blooming field of blue, touching the petals lightly. "They're a gorgeous flower. Their color is so vibrant! The petals look like the bonnets women used to wear on their heads- look!"

"I think you've been hanging around pretty boy too much, sweet girl."

"If I was, I would have been able to tell you that bluebonnets are a part of the pea family and of the-"

"- North American lupinus genus." Spencer finished for you, a wide smile coating his features dimples poking out. His cheeks a bright red, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

The brunette was dressed in semi different attire, a pair of black sunglasses hanging off the tip of his nose. He rid of his usual cardigan leaving him in just his baby blue button up, the top button undone leaving his glistening collarbone exposed. You had barely been able to concentrate when he looked that good. Licking your lips slyly as you eyed the taller man from your position on the grass.

Morgan rolled his eyes at the boys words. His hand reaching down to grab your hand lifting you from your dazed state, a giggle left your lips as he about hoisted you off the ground.

"Thank you, handsome." Teasing the dark haired man who just smirked at your flirting, wrapping an arm around your waist. Immediately regretting the decision as the heat between the two of you became unbearable pretty fast. Before you could split, you felt a someone jump on your back their arms wrapping around your neck . Turning to face JJ who was giggling at her current position atop your back.

"JJ, what in the-"

"Hey! No group hug without me!" Penelope shouted, running towards you a huge grin etched on her face. A bubble of laughter tumbled out of your lips, her shorter frame placing itself directly next to Morgan's who happily wrapped her up as well. Elle had somehow snuck in as well, her body lying horizontally on the plush grass. She fanned herself with a manila folder, her hair blowing in the small gusts of wind.

"Come here, pretty boy."

"Oh no, I'm perfectly okay not being surrounded by sweaty bodies-"

"Spence! Get your big ass over here," At the sound of your sweet voice hitting his eardrums he trekked over to you. Derek had moved over so he could be in the middle, alongside the girls giggling frame as she held onto JJ tightly. Spencer gently rested his arm against yours, not wanting to invade your personal space but you had other plans. Happily resting your unoccupied hand on his bicep, squeezing him happily a huge grin on your face.

"Everyone smile for the camera." The sound of Gideons voice made everyone get in position, their sweaty faces looking at the older man who bore amused expressions on his face. Your hand never once faltered on Spencer's arm.

He knew it was medically impossible; but his heart felt like it was going at light speed. Trying to regulate his breathing as he grinned at the camera.

"Sweets. What do you a call a small pepper in late autumn?"

The most genuine laugh that could ever come out of you bubbled out, throwing your head back at Gideons question. The rest of the group eyed you with a bewildered look on their faces, except for a pair of hazel eyes. Spencer bore the most awed and adoring gazes he could ever bare, as they saw her wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. 

"A little chili!"

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Spencer chuckled at the memory, setting the picture frame back down.

"Of course not. I- I was kind of hoping you would want to anyway," The blood rushed to your face fiddling with the back of the couch behind you, facing the taller man with a smile on your lips. "I can't guarantee that I will be able to do a whole lot of talking tonight."

"Whys that, sweet girl?"

The name slid off of his tongue deliciously, clenching your thighs together as you fumbled to find the words. You felt the air shift almost instantly, eyeing his frame his hands tucked into the front of his slacks.

"I think- I um- my brain would be able to form coherent sentences when I'm not as intoxicated as I am right now. I'm not drunk- by any means. But I definitely wouldn't trust the words leaving my mouth. They would just be screaming at you to just shut up and kiss me-"

Spencer took your words literally his body moving before he could process it. Slamming his lips against yours. Your body instinctively followed him, fumbling your fingers into his feather soft hair. The brunette moaned into your mouth, pressing you against the back of the couch his grip on your hips tight.

A soft whine left his lips as you grinded against his half hard member, not wasting any time in sliding his slender fingers under the hem of your dress trailing it up your thighs ever so slowly. Your hands fumbled to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons like second nature exposing more of his torso.

"I can't believe- mm- that you're kissing me right now- fuck me."

A deep chuckle rumbled his chest, his lips parting from your already marked neck. Spencer wouldn't bring himself to admit that he liked seeing you covered in hickeys. Hickeys that he made.

"Jump up for me sweets." Following his instructions without hesitation, your legs wrapping around his waist hands cupping your thighs tightly. The bespectacled boy made his way around the couch, gently sitting down with your legs on either side of him. "Fuck... you look gorgeous. I just want to eat you out so bad."

Moaning at his confession, instinctively grinding against his now too tight slacks. Spencer's mouth was parted as he eyed you in awe, his hands guiding your hips back and forth on his cock. Your clit was getting all the friction it could possibly get with only your panties to cover your soaked cunt. Feeling your arousal seep through the thin material, leaving a wet spot on his dark pants.

"Pretty girl... oh you're so pretty when you moan." Spencer's praise went straight to your head grinding on him at an embarrassing speed on his lap, his hands groping your exposed skin his finger trailing along the hem of your panties.

"Spence- please. I need your mouth. Your cock- fuck- just anything please."

Spencer could come right then and there if you had asked him to, shoving you off his hips laying you flat on the couch your legs spread wide open. He shrugged his shirt off exposing his slender body your shaking fingers trailing down his torso making their way to his waistband.Shaking his head at your needy whines, laying on his stomach to get closer to your soaked panties. A soft moan left your lips as he wrapped his arms around your thighs getting comfortable, his warm breath fanning over your leaking cunt.

"Please don't hold back on me, sweet girl."

Before you could utter any words of protest, Spencer had slid your panties to the side and licked a stripe up your slit. Hissing at the sensation of him on your swollen clit, bucking your hips up. He chuckled against you looking up at you through his lashes, enjoying the view of you gripping the couch cushions in a tight grip. Taking a deep breath as he delved in, his mouth leaving not a single inch of you untouched.

He moaned at the taste of you feeling himself getting addicted to your arousal his lips wrapping around your clit, feeling his cock harden at the sinful sounds leaving your lips. Your head was thrown back chest heaving up and down, your fingers trying to find something to grasp. 

"My hair."

"Mm?"

"Your hands- grab my hair." Without a second thought you trailed your hands to his head full of curls, allowing your fingers to tug on his feather soft hair. A guttural moan leaving his lips, sending waves of pleasure down your legs. "Just like that."

Spencer adjusted his hold on your thighs his free hand toying with your clit as he used his tongue to fuck your spongy walls.

"Jesus- fuck. God, Spencer. Please..."

"Mmm" He hummed against your puffy lips, not faltering his movements as he eased two of his slender fingers inside your warmth. Feeling as full as you did should be illegal, clenching your eyes shut as he fucked you gingerly not wanting to make you cum quite yet. "I want to see your eyes, sweet girl."

Fluttering your eyes open locking eyes with his dark eyes. The sight of your glossy eyes was enough to make him want your cum to coat his cock, speeding up his slick fingers carefully inserting a third feeling you clench around him. 

"Fuck! Yes… please don’t stop-"

A pair of sticky lips pressed against yours shoving his tongue in your mouth as he fumbled with his slacks, tossing them elsewhere. He couldn't be bothered to remove either of your garments, tugging his cock out of his briefs a soft hiss leaving his lips at the freeing sensation. Stroking his slick covered hand over his cock, coating it in your sweet juices. 

"I'm on the pill. Please. I just want your cock deep inside of me," You blabbered out too far in your haze to form coherent sentences. A soft chuckle left his lips, lining himself up with your cunt enjoying the way you shivered at the sensation of his leaking cock against your abused hole. "Spence.."

"I know pretty girl. I just want to soak up every bit of this,"

Soft gasps left your lips as he eased inside your walls, his scrunched up face let you know he was trying to hold back. Taking matters into your own hands wrapping your legs around his hips, using your entwined feet to push him deeper into you bottoming out.

"Fuck..."

"Fuck me like you mean it."

His eyes darkened even further, snapping his hips against yours a loud moan leaving your swollen lips. Pulling out all the way enjoying your whines of protests, his body seeming to move without him needing to think .

Fucking you like he had never dreamt of anyone before, soft pants leaving his body as he felt the coil tightening inside. 

He didn't want to stop.

Not when you looked so heavenly yet oh so sinful below him. 

Your hair was splayed on the couch, your doe eyes looking up at him as he destroyed your pretty little cunt. The sound of his cock squelching with every thrust would be engraved in his brain forever, quite literally. Already replaying every moment in his head, as he leaned down to press a feverish kiss to your lips wanting to inhale every bit of you.

You tasted so sweet. 

Oh so sweet. 

Your cunt tasted just as sweet as your lips did. He couldn't get enough. Your walls clenched around his cock, a groan leaving his lips giving you a harsh thrust enjoying the loud sounds he was able to pull from you.

Having been on the edge this entire time, his cock feeling like a heaven sent. You didn't want this to end, having stopped yourself from cumming like your life depended on it. Not being able to hold it back anymore your hands clawing at his back for something to hold.

Taking one look at his face, his glasses had been tossed somewhere on your rug. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the sounds leaving your body. A small whine left your mouth as you took every inch of him in.

"Jesus... Spence. I'm-"

"Cum for me sweet girl... I'm right behind you," He mumbled into your lips his tongue having found his way back into your mouth. Those words were all you needed to hear, arching your back off the couch a groan leaving your lips as you writhed under him.

Every last inch of your body felt numb. Everything had gone foggy. Feeling a new wave of content wash over you as you began to climb down from your orgasm. 

The feeling of Spencers thrusts speeding up made you tighten your hold on his back your nails digging into the soft flesh. Heavy grunts escaped his lips at every thrust, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. The sight of your lips parted open, your breasts bouncing with the harshness of his thrusts sent him over the edge his hips sputtering with every snap of his hips.

Shooting ribbons of his cum deep inside your velvety walls, a soft moan leaving your body at the filling sensation. The brunette didn't dare move his body tingling as his chest heaved up and down.

A soft giggle broke him out of his trance, his eyes snapping up to your flushed face. Your hands were covering your face as you giggled into your hands, peeking an eye open at the confused boy.

"Wha-"

"Morgan is going to absolutely murder me. Look at the state of your neck," Your comment send the two of you into a fit of giggles, shaking his head at the girl who looked up at him with a wide smile. Your eyes blown wide open eyeing him with something he couldn't quite place.

Where had he seen that look before?

His mind immediately blanked, only being able to focus on one thing flashing in his mind. 

The picture.

The picture of him and the team. The only person looking down at you; was him. The same twinkle in your eye as you eyed him flushed face was one he had seen on his face countless of times. Feeling his heart rate pick up tucking a strand of your hair behind your eyes, enjoying the warming of your cheeks under his large hands. Spencer couldn't believe someone as sweet as you was his.

 Who could have ever know?

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hey you lovely’s! i’ve been watching criminal minds for like the first time ever!! and i’ve been obsessed with just about every character on that show. please, if you want to send me any requests feel free to do so <3 i think i’d be open to write just about anyone and everything so :p thank you guys!!!! lots of love and kisses

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a/n: GUYS WHAT PLEASE IM SCARED. FILTHY. let me know if yall enjoy <3. this is my first criminal minds fic. considering making an aaron option??????? lmk if i should pursue

infatuated p.2 | a.h

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word count: 5.6k words

warnings: cussing, grinding, thigh humping, ptsd flashbacks, blood, guns and knives involved, mentions of religion

mdni por favor

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part 1 here /spencer part here

You had to pinch your side to ensure that this was truly happening. Eyeing Hotch's tense frame his eyes flickering between you and Morgans faces. Morgans signature know it all smirk graced his features, loosening his grip around your waist pressing a soft kiss on your cheek like he hadn't seen Hotch storm over from the bar table.

What in the world am I doing?

I'm never drinking again-

Hotch internally argued with himself shoving down any negative thoughts, his eyes eyeing your sweaty frame against Morgans. Having to hold himself back from ripping his hands off of your waist. Noting how dangerously close they were to your ass.

He had dragged himself over here before he could talk himself out of it, feeling his body sweating bullets. A huge part of him was hoping you wouldn't turn away from him. But by the look in your eye, a small part of him knew you wouldn't.

It felt like an eternity before either of you made a motion to move from your interlocked position. Hotch's heart rate was through the roof not allowing you to see how nervous he was, switching weight from one foot to the other. It wasn't until Hotch cleared his throat that Morgan pulled away from your body. He lingered on your waist pressing another unnecessary soft kiss as a final poke at Hotch, clapping Hotch on the back as he chuckled making his way over to where everyone else was located.

The dark haired man slid into Morgan's spot, his muscular thighs slotted perfectly with yours stealing a breath from you. The music had changed tempo once more, Hotch not wasting a second before guiding your hips along to the beat.

His body moving fluidly with the music. He looked gorgeous under the strobe lights, his watch reflecting the light barely able to focus on anything other than his tan muscular arms. Without you realizing the taller man had mingled you further into the crowd where he knew no one on his team could see what either of you might get up to. His hands had swiftly found their home around your waist, loving how soft and plush you felt under his fingers giving you a soft squeeze.

"You really know how to push my buttons, don't you sweets?"

A shudder ran down your spine at his words unable to form a coherent sentence. He chuckled against your frame pulling you closer to his toned body. His cologne were all your senses could focus on, that and the sweet scent of jack made his scent even more intoxicating.

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body but you couldn't care less. Wanting to put as little layers between the two of you as possible. Pressing your face against his check laying a small kiss on the exposed skin, trailing the kisses down his neck enjoying the tight breaths leaving his tense body. His head tilted back a tiny bit exposing more of his neck to you, your lips not hesitating to attach themselves to his soft flesh. A small moan escaped his lips sending blood rushing down to your pulsing cunt, clenching your legs tighter against his thigh.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled against his neck, a deep groan leaving his lips as you sucked lightly on a soft spot on his neck. "I was just dancing..."

"You were basically having sex with Morgan in front of me." His chest rumbled as he whispered in your ear his grip on your hips tightening. Hundreds of thoughts were running through your head as you eyed the gorgeous man standing before you. Trailing your fingers down the black polo, tugging him closer to you his breath fanning over your face. "I didn't enjoy watching another man touch you."

"He wasn't just some stranger-"

"He wasn't me."

A whimper left your lips at the possessive tone of his words, feeling your thighs clamp around his muscular leg out of habit by now. Hotch could have taken you right there, his body loving at the reactiveness of your body. His body moving without hesitation tilting his leg higher up a gasp leaving your lips at the newfound friction.

"I-I um..."

Hotch tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear cupping your face with his calloused hands. Parting your lips almost instinctively as you eyed his plump lips. His dark eyes scanned your barely lit face unable to keep his hands to himself any long, restraining himself to respect your boundaries.

"Can I kiss you?"

You didn't even bother to answer his silly question, tugging him by his polo crashing your lips against his. Waves of shock made their way down your body at the overwhelming sensation of your dream come true. You couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that your boss had you in the position you were in; legs parted with his thigh in between you as he kissed you like tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. A small whine left your lips the second they had met, wanting to deepen the kiss even deeper nipping at his bottom lip. Aaron just chuckled at your attempts, not giving you what you were asking for. He took his time giving your mouth a loving kiss not wanting it to ever end.

Your nimble hands clawed at any clothing you could grasp, the soft material feeling nice against your skin wondering what it would look like on your bedroom floor-

"You taste even sweeter than I could have ever imagined."

Something about that sentence was absolutely filthy. Your mind only thinking of Aaron with his head in between your legs, his face glistening in your sweet juices licking his lips as he uttered those words. Recognizing the look glazing your eyes chuckling against your lips, as he trailed soft kisses up to your ear making you shiver at his teasing. Wanting him to just mark you up and down, letting everyone know you were his.

"How about... we save this for your house? Hm? I want to hear what other pretty noises you got locked up in there," Choking on your saliva as you looked at the smug man with a bewildered look, his body untangling from your compromising position.

I'm sorry- what?

My- my house?!

Hotch tugged your dress further down your thighs, saving you from exposing those pretty panties-

Hold it.

No. Keep it together.

Your underwear.

Not...

Not those soaked panties that had left a small wet spot on his dark jeans, having haunted his mind the second he felt you grinding against him like this was a common occurrence between the two of you.

He guided you from the now overcrowded dance floor, his hand remaining on the small of your back as you swayed your way over to your friends where they were still dancing along to the music blaring from the speakers. You hoped you didn't look as disheveled as you had felt, eyeing the table for a drink only spotting Spencers still full drink. Lifting your gaze to eye the brunette whose cheeks were rosy from drinking his fruity drinks, lips wrapped around a pink straw as he hummed to the song being played.

"Do you mind if I have a sip?"

Bending over Elle to whisper in Spencer's ear, the dark haired girl cat called you as she got a full view of your breasts in the dress. Spencer's eyes had also grown wide trying to keep his eyes focused on your blown out ones, popping his lips off the straw about to grab another one for you before you wrapped your pretty lips around the same one his were wrapped around on.

The sight of your lips sucking on a straw were enough to be imprinted in his brain, playing over and over again. Hotch could barely phantom the sight before him. Your body bent over Elle's lap uttering something to Spencer, your ass on full display for him. Wiggling your hips almost tauntingly, the bubbles of laughter leaving Elles lips made you giggle adjusting yourself upright.

"Mmm, I don't think I've ever had this. What's in?"

Elle had wiggled out of her seat off to find another drink leaving you to take her seat as you tilted your head at the brunette whose eyes were flickering all over you. To your glistening thighs, the sweared lip gloss on your lips, the forming bruises on your neck.

His hand tentatively reached out to guide his fingers against the purple blotches knowing full well those were not there when you had left to go dance with Morgan. HIs mind racing trying to figure out who would have been able to leave those blossoming bruises, graciously taking the drink back from you chugging the rest of the vibrantly pink drink back. You raised your eyebrows at his actions a small smile tugging at your lips, cheering him on. Spencer rested the condensed glass back down on the table shaking his head from the cold sensation in his mouth.

"Oh, Spence. You got a little- here." Reaching up to swipe the dribbling liquid from Spencers chin a small sound resembling a whine left his parted lips, eyes roaming over your face as you came close to him.

Before you could utter any words you felt someone slide in beside you, forcing you closer to Spencer almost tumbling into his lap. The bespectacled boy reached out to catch you but someone had beaten him to it. Running his eyes up the arms wrapped around your waist locking eyes with Hotch, whose eyes were ablaze as he tugged you closer to him. You turned to face the stern man enjoying the feel of his hands on you, barely noticing you were practically sitting on his lap as an attempt to keep you away from Spencer.

"Careful there sweet girl."

"Guys! We should do this more often," Penelope shouted throwing her arms in the air, her flushed face could put a fire truck to shame. You giggled at your drunk friend who was clinging onto Morgan for dear life.

"I think it's time for us to head out. Hotch, you and sweets still coming with us?"

"Yeah, If you don't mind."

"Wait, do you- do you think you could take me as well? I wasn't expecting JJ to leave so soon already."

"Let's go pretty boy."

The walk to the car didn't seem to register in your brain, your body still mentally at the bar not noticing the car had began moving until Hotch nudged his arm against yours. Peeking up at the dark haired man whose eyes were eyeing you curiously, trying to gauge how intoxicated you were. He knew you were still sober enough to register every touch he gave you and the changes in music, protesting when Morgan put on a song that 'wasn't a vibe.'

The seating arrangement wasn't ideal in Hotch's eyes as you were placed directly in between him and Spencer, who were both fighting for your attention. He knew he couldn't get defensive yet as you hadn't chosen who you wanted. Letting out a small huff knowing he couldn't bring himself to force you to pick him if Spencer was the one you wanted.

Almost as if the gods wanted to rub it in his face, Spencer captured your attention pointing at something outside of his window. Eagerly leaning closer to the boy gawking at something outside of the car, giggles leaving your lips. Hotch saw the look Spencer had on his face as he eyed your giggling frame a bubble of laughter leaving the brunettes lips as you both leaned into one another at something you had said.

You were closer in age to Spencer.

The two of you were two of the smartest people he had ever met. Having caught the pair bonding over their endless knowledge, sometimes catching them rambling in other languages.

The kid was sweet.

Even if he was pining after the same girl he was pining after.

He could see the two of you together. Way more than he could see you and him together.

Hotch was rough.

He was like the thorns on a rose.

The gravel under your shoe.

The bark to a tree. Never allowing anyone near him.

But you...you weaseled your way in.

Without trying, your sweet smile and soft words crumbled his walls. Your joyous smile was infectious, everyone around you blossomed in a way he hadn't seen. The endless laughter you brought to the team lightened the somber mood Hotch brought wherever he went.

Light and dark.

Sweet and sour.

"Alrighty, sweets. Your stop is here." Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt opening the door about to jump out so you could get out, a grunt leaving his lips as you climbed over his lap wiggling your way out the car nearly tumbling to stone ground. Grasping onto Spencers thigh to support yourself, adjusting yourself before turning to their grinning face a silly smile gracing your lips as you bowed at your near tumble.

"Need me to walk you to the door?"

"I've got her, Spencer. Morgan you're good to go. I'll make sure to take care of her." The sound of Hotch's husky voice rumbling behind you made you twirl around, the corners of his lips turned up as he offered his arm out to you. The sound of Morgan chuckling made Hotch blush a little at how aggressive his words must have sounded, waving to the car as it drove off.

Wrapping your arm around his waist enjoying the warmth, Hotch chuckled opting to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he began trekking towards your door.  Your amazed eyes scanned the night sky surrounding you rambling about the stars you could see.

"Did you know that most stars come in pairs?"

Hotch's gaze left your moonlit face to gaze at the twinkling stars, furrowing his eyebrows as he saw them all alone.

"To our eyes, they look like they're standing in their lonesome," Mumbling into the cold air, tightening your grip on Hotch's waist. "But in reality... they have a little partner beside them. Isn't that precious? They're never alone..."

You pulled your gaze away from the twinkling stars to watch Hotch with your full attention, nibbling on your bottom lip at the sight of his dark eyes being lit up by the full moon. Tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. The stubble coming in, the sharpness of his jaw. Catching sight of your tinted gloss reflecting against the moonlight a soft giggle leaving your lips. Hotch heard your giggles and turned to face you catching you already looking at him. Your soft eyes made him soften his gaze, cupping your cheek lovingly.

Nuzzling your cold cheek into the warmth of his hand, sighing softly. "Did you know that stars don't twinkle?"

“Really?”

"Mhmm.. the light coming from the stars has to pass through the many layers of our earths turbulent atmosphere. The changes in density make it appear as if they are twinkling.."

The softest chuckle left Hotch's lips, adjusting his hold on you resting his hands around your waist as you tangled your hands on the black polo. Fiddling with the material closest to his belly button, enjoying the slight hitching of his breath your nimble hands grazing the skin beneath the material.

"They say that.. but a small part of me still thinks they do. I mean, how am I supposed to believe they don't when you look at me like that." You mumbled peering up at him through your lashes. Hotch couldn't believe how sweet and how fond you sounded speaking about him in that tone. "Your eyes twinkle every time I look into them.."

Someone as sweet as you thought so fondly of him then surely, she must see something that he can't.

"Pretty girl... I look at you like that because that's how you make me feel. I haven't felt this- this feeling ever since I looked into Jack's eyes for the first time. I don't even think I could describe it. Other than I want to feel this.. for as long as I can."

The smile on your face grew wider than Hotch thought was possible. Fingers running over the shorter hair by the nape of his neck, tilting your head as you pressed your soft lips against his. Hotch couldn't stop the moan that bubble out of his lips, moving his mouth against your hungrily. Running his tongue over your bottom lip parting your mouth slightly, enough for Hotch to slip his tongue inside and roam your mouth like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

Moaning into his mouth as he pressed you against your front door, the cold surface cooling your heated skin as you tugged at his hair wanting him closer than you possibly could.

"Hotch-"

"Aaron." He mumbled against your swollen lips, pressing another soft kiss against your mouth as he scanned your face.

"Aaron... want to go inside?" Aaron grinned at how lovely his name sounded falling from your lips, taking the keys from your shaking hands swiftly unlocking the door as he helped inside. Locking the door behind you setting the keys in the bowl by your door, setting your purse on the hooks nearby. Turning to face the living room a soft smile made its way onto his face as he eyed the room.

Hotch had seen your house countless of times. Every time he had come to pick you up before a case, you were always running late dragging him inside your house as he watched you scramble around. No matter what you had offered him a drink- well, more like you shoved a caprisun in his hands and a snack you had found in your pantry.

You've fed him apples, oranges, rice crispy treats, and once you had shoved a blueberry muffin you had just made into his mouth as you scrambled to put your shoes on. Hotch figures this was another way you weaseled your way into his heart. You respected him as your boss but you didn't stop being yourself around him. You were as bubbly around him as you were around everyone else at the bureau.

But something about being in your house after what transpired tonight, felt different. It felt very intimate to be surrounded by you. The blankets decorating your couch making it feel lived in, the candles you had scattered around made him chuckle trying to take in every detail about you as he could. His eyes stopping over a picture frame reaching down to pick it up his breath hitching as he realized who it was.

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You had never felt this stressed in your life. Fumbling for your phone as you pressed your pinned contact. The phone barely rang before a familiar voice picked up.

"Hotch?"

"Sweets? Is everything okay-"

"Have Pen ping my location. I'm approaching the killers house. I found where he's located. Come as fast as you can."

"Woah, slow down. What?"

"Hotch, please. Just-" You ran your sweaty hand down your jeans as you eyed the dark forest surrounding you, swallowing back any regret. "Hurry. I'm going to set my phone behind a tree. The barn is nearby- just go straight. Trust me. I'll be back."

The cold gun clutched in hand as you took deep breaths to regulate your heart rate, running across the large field of grass the barn coming into view. Having tossed anything that could potentially made any sort of noise somewhere in the grass, not wanting to risk giving away your position.

This had been a case 6 weeks in the making, having spent countless of hours trying to find the person behind all of these kidnappings.

His most recent victim; an 11 year old girl.

It had been a couple days, and you knew that the chances of finding her were slim but you hadn't let go of any hope. You knew what you were doing was stupid.

Beyond idiotic.

Going into a potential killers house, no backup, no one who knows where the barn is located, and potentially giving yourself up to be kidnapped as well. But you knew that you had to act now.

You had finally put together all of the clues he had given at the sites of all of his killings. The message was plain and simple.

The girl was to die at midnight on a full moon, when he felt the portal between worlds was the most vulnerable.

His past killings were trail and error, having 'figured out' what God's proper way was. Which is why going on your own was quite literally the stupidest thing you could ever do. But you couldn't allow this little girl die. Not at your hands. You might be a good profiler, but you had no idea what this man would go through to ensure his sacrifice would happen. Whether that was you or the girl, he didn't care.

You had always been light on your feet knowing the weakest points in the grass, never walking heel to toe when you were sneaking. Always toe to heel. Making you an amazing sleuth unlike Morgan's heavy steps, clutching your gun even tighter as you walked around the barn trying to seek a way in.

The barn smelled of smoke and horse manure, crinkling your nose at the smell. Just as you began to rise to peek into a nearby window you heard a girl scream at the top of her lungs. Perking your head up recognizing the sound of the trees echoing her scream back to you, meaning she was no longer in the house.

Changing your walk to a faster slink brushing by the barn and further into where the animals were located outside. Keeping low to the ground scanning your surroundings, almost dropping your gun at the sight before you.

All you could see was the sight of the killer with his hands holding a 10 inch dagger. Your eyes frantically looking for the girl, letting out a sigh of relief as you saw her. But that relief was short lived as you noticed the blood coating every inch of her body. Her tear streaked face broke a part of you as you tightened your grip on your gun, rising from your position on the floor.

"I see you, my troubled child."

The sound of his greasy voice made your jaw tighten making yourself known to him. He only cackled at the sight of you turning to you with open arms, his entire body out for you to see. The only thing covering him was a barely white gown that he didn't bother to tie, his chest covered in blood and grime. Tilting his head at you with a bewildered look in his eyes twirling the dagger in his hand.

"Drop your weapon-"

"Silence!"

You clicked your teeth with your tongue eyeing the deranged man, taking a step closer to him in hopes of getting him to take the bait.

"You have no right to speak to me. I am- I am your God."

"You spoke to me first, Messiah. Now- you will do as I say. You will drop your weapon, step away from the child-"

"All you people do is beg. And beg. And beg! What about what I want?! Huh?! I want to be able to sit around on my ass all day and ask the big man to make miracles.”

A beat.

"Stand before me and confess."

"I have no sins to confess to-"

"EVERYBODY. Including you... has sins. Now confess. Or I will not hesitate to smite you with my all mighty power."

Clearly this man was on another level that you had thought. He was actually convinced he was God. Having to try a different approach, clearing your throat removing your finger off the trigger flicking the safety on raising your hands up as a sign of defeat.

"Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and give up your sins."

A wicked smile creeped up on his face," Even those you do in secret. Then you won't be ashamed. What will you be my child?"

"You will be confident and fearless."

The man seemed to calm down a bit at the sight taking a couple tentative steps towards you. You tossed your gun to the side never removing your eyes off of him. His greasy hair glistened in the moonlight grabbing a hold of your arm. His shaky fingers reached with the blade to caress your forearm the shiny metal glinting up at you. Before you could process what was happening he had dragged the knife across your bicep.

A hiss left your lips feeling the blade slice at the different layers of skin and muscle, the warmth of your blood trickling down your arm in a rush. Coating his arm in his crimson blood, his fingers pressing into your arm forcing more blood out tugging you towards a replica of what you could assume was a cross. Forcing yourself to ignore the sensation of your arm going numb focusing on helping the girl before you.

It looked like he put a lot of work into it, crafting it to look exactly like the cross Jesus was hung on. Your eyes flickered over to the girl the sight of her broke your heart. Her hands were tied with rope to the cross, thankfully he hadn't gotten to the nailing process yet. But he had gotten to the whipping. Her poor body was covered in what you could assume was a hundred lashings, her poor head hung in defeat. Every lashing looked like it had begun to scab and then reopened over and over. You swore on everything you would ensure this man rotted in hell for all eternity, clenching your hands in fists beside you. 

"Now was that so hard my child... come. Sit. I need you to watch me do God's work. You will see history happen before your very eyes,"

"Sir?"

"Yes, my child-" You did not hesitate to kick the dagger out of his hand,  punching him across the face sending the man tumbling. Reaching to your ankle where you grabbed your smaller hand gun holding it over the man whose face was staring at you with a newfound hatred. Not hesitating to pull on the trigger, the ringing echoing across the barn sending the animals scurrying away.  

Your hands grabbed your handcuffs from behind you latching them onto his free hand and attaching it to fence behind you. Ripping off a piece of your shirt off leaving your torso exposed, tying the fabric over the blood to cut off circulation in hopes to lessen the bleeding.

The groans coming from the man sounded like heaven to your ears, kicking his leg walking over to the girl. Pulling your knife out from your back pocket cutting her free from the rope her body slumping against yours, whispering sweet nothings into her blonde hair.

"It's okay baby. I got you sweet girl... you're safe." By now you had finally taken notice of the blue and red lights peeking out from in front of the barn, holding the girl close to your chest. Not paying any mind to the mud coating you as you laid against the fence opposite the killer, shielding her face with your warm arms. "You're okay, Sam..."

The sound of your friends footsteps approaching brought you an immense relief, resting your head on the fence the cold air finally hitting you. Fluttering your eyes open as you heard footsteps stopping right before you, locking eyes with a familiar pair of dark brown eyes who were relieved to see you were responsive.

Elle and Spencer worked on trying to remove Samantha from you, the blonde girl clinging to Elle using Spencer to help hold her up as they walked her to the ambulance out front. Hotch tried to find the source of your bleeding hoisting you up before he reached down and picked you up bridal style. Your head resting on his chest as you inhaled his soft scent.

Hotch hurried to rush you to the ambulance, knowing you had lost a good amount of blood resting you on a stretcher allowing the professionals to take a look at you. He turned around to try and grab Gideons attention, your hand grasping his eyes snapping over to look at your doe eyes.

"Please... stay."

"I will. I promise." 

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"She was my first save."

"I remember... you had me scared shitless you know. Hearing that gunshot on the phone, I had never sped so fast before in my life. I was screaming at everyone to hurry up, I couldn't bare the thought of losing you." Hotch confessed, running his thumb over the glass setting the wooden frame down. He looked over at you noting the look on your face, reaching over to cup your face snapping you out of your thoughts.

"How about we get some rest, hmm?"

You nodded at his words, kicking your shoes off by the front door motioning for Hotch to do the same. He chuckled gently setting his shoes besides your heels, following behind you as you led him towards your room. Admiring the decorations you had even decorating your hallway, the door at the end of the hall seeming more scary the closer you got to it.

"I-I haven't cleaned my room in a bit. Please ignore the mess on the floor, I could not find anything good to wear tonight."

Aaron just shook his head at your comment, resting his hand on the small of your back. “I am not one to judge, I promise.”

“You say that now,” You mumbled under your breath as you opened your bedroom door flicking the light on.

Your room was about the cutest thing Hotch had ever seen. There was something so simple yet so intricate about your room. Everything in the room looked so lived in and loved. He could see all of your cozy spots, a ledge by your window covered in pillows. Another was a giant bean bag closest to his left tucked into the corner, another blanket adorning the brown fluffy bag.

“You got a lot of blankets.”

“Stop,” Covering your face as the blood rushed to your cheeks, “you said you wouldn’t make fun.”

“I’m not! I’m just stating an observation,” He chuckled, closing your bedroom door behind you. He eyed all of the warm fairy lights strewn across your bookshelf that was overflowing with books that looked worn.

Your bed was the comfiest looking thing in your entire room. It was covered in the puffiest white comforter he had ever seen, another forest green blanked adorning the bottom half of the bed.

Kicking the clothes you had discarded earlier in the night closer to your closet doors.

“Do you need clothes to change into?”

“Do you have clothes that fit me?” Hotch murmured closing the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist eliciting a giggle from you.

“I have a lot of the guys clothes here- don’t ask. But, I’m sure Morgan’s clothes would fit you. You wear a medium- medium large right?”

“How do you know?”

“I have my ways,” You winked pressing a soft kiss on his smiling lips, making your way over to your dresser that held both Morgan and Spencer’s clothes. Tugging out a simple black t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts, spinning in your heel to face the dark haired man who was messing with a plant you had hanging by your closet.

“Will these do?”

“I would have been fine sleeping in nothing-“

You fake tossed the clothes behind you a cheeky grin gracing your lips. Hotch let a laugh slip handing him the clothes.

“I’m going to change and take my makeup off. I also have an extra toothbrush.”

“Thank god, I did not want to kiss you with this alcohol breath anymore.”

“I couldn’t taste you too much, I was too focused on your tongue in my mouth.” You teased sending a wink his way, closing the bathroom door behind you. You scrambled to remove your dress. Changing into a comfortable pair of panties tugging on an oversized T-shir that you were pretty sure was Spencer’s but you paid no mind. Removing your makeup and brushing your teeth as quickly as you could to make your way back out and finally go to sleep.

You cracked the door open to find Hotch sitting on your desk chair, messing with a fidget toy he found on your desk. You pouted at how good he looked in casual attire, making your way out locking eyes with the man whose eyes trailed down to your exposed legs.

“You could have laid down in my bed, honey.” The nicknamed slipped out before you could register it, a light pink dusting his cheeks as you walked over to him resting in between his legs. He ran his hands over your thighs, peering up at you pressing a soft kiss to your clothed stomach. Running your fingers through his hair, scratching at the skin softly. “You’re so pretty..”

“That’s all you sweet girl.” Hotch mumbled his voice dripping with honey as he tried to take all of you in dressed in such cozy attire. Wanting to be able to come home to you in this state every night. “Come.. let’s get some rest.”

"Will you promise to be here when I wake up?"

"Of course, I will."

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a/n: i posted this aaron version! im posting another part that could be read as a stand alone but will be a follow up to this. i hope yall enjoy lovelies <3

a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 1

“apocalypse ~ cigarettes after sex”

volume: ■■■■■□□□

warnings: cursing? just nanami being cute :3

word count: 2.3k

part 2 here!

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Your converse cladded feet kicked the tiny pebbles adorning the sidewalk, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Lifting your gaze up from the ground taking in the breathtaking scenery. The leaves had reached their full autumn bloom. Shades of orange and brown coating every inch of the park. There were plenty of people enjoying the cool weather, their chatter heard in passing as you made your way further into the park.

The only other sound you took notice of were the rustling of the leaves, your eyes gazing up at the sky.

You could swear up and down that fall skies looked different. There was a certain hue to them that you couldn’t find in summer skies.

Summer skies were bright.

Baby blue.

Fluffy white clouds coating the sky. Everything was the perfect shade of green. The scenery just looked clean.

But fall skies-

That’s where it truly is.

Fall skies… they were brown. They were comforting. Everything about fall made you feel so warm inside. Maybe it was the ever changing shades in the leaves. The earthy tones coating the ground.

It was breathtaking..

And you look forward to it every year.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as you had arrived at your usual spot. Setting your bag onto the wooden park bench, a soft thud followed shortly after. Taking a seat on the worn wood tugging your lunch out of the brown bag, humming a soft tune. Another gust of wind rustled the leaves above you, a few stray ones dancing their way down to the ground.

This place you had considered your spot wasn’t entirely hidden. Anybody could take it. But, no one ever did.

It was a lone wooden table barely holding it together with benches. The wood was beyond worn. Outlines of where people had loved it before. It was further into the park, near the outskirts of it, under a giant tree.

The tree looked over hundreds of years old. It’s roots sticking every which way. But it was thick, it could be hit with a bulldozer and knock the machine right back. The way the branches were positioned made it look like you were sitting under a mushroom. It was perfect.

It gave you just the right amount of shade.

A gorgeous view.

You could stay there for hours.

For days.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you out of your trance, lifting your head up from your sandwich, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight of Gojo waving erratically with unamused familiar faces in tow.

The white haired man practically sprinted over to you, helping himself to a bite of your sandwich making himself comfortable on the seat beside you.

A scoff left your lips, “Soturu. Wow, how lovely to see you. Yes, of course you can have a bite. Thanks for asking!” Offering him a fake smile pinching his cheeks, a little harder than usual an odd sound leaving his mouth. He just grinned at your actions, resting his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer to him.

“Soturu, behave. You’ve barely been here 2 seconds and you already managed to piss her off.” Suguru mused, sitting across from Gojo, his bangs blowing across his face. Shoko snickered at his words, opting for sitting on the edge of the table. You beamed up at the girl attempting to shrug off Gojo’s arm, but he didn’t falter. He tightened his grip on you, popping a few of your grapes into his mouth, pretending to not hear you struggle beside him.

“Shoko! My love, please save me.” Begging the brunette, reaching for her with both of your hands, Suguru sighed audibly while Nanami rolled his eyes at Soturu’s antics. The tall boy just wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you tighter.

“Soturu, do you remember that time last december when we went on a mission and the curse’s power had the power to shrink-”

Almost as if he had been struck by lightning, the blue eyed man released his hold on you instantly, red dusting his pale skin. Snickers left Geto’s lips clearly knowing the backstory, a satisfied hum left Shoko sending a wink your way. You tugged the brunette toward you peppering her face in kisses, loud smacks leaving both of your lips as you giggled to one another.

Shoko had been your best friend since diapers.

You had been through every stage of your life with that girl.

When you had turned 12, you had moved due to your father passing. You had begged and pleaded to not leave, offering any of your possessions but nothing helped.

Your mothers mind was made up.

Having to tell Ieiri that you were leaving was the worst moment of your life. You still remember everything that was said. All of the tears wept between the two of you.

Knowing her temper, the girl had no one to yell at but you. She blamed you at first, out of anger, but deep down she knew she was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt.

You never thought you would see her again but almost as if you guys were meant to be with one another. The pair of you didn’t meet again until you ran into each other at Jujutsu High.

You had never been more thankful in your entire life that you could see all of these awful curses, as long as it meant you could be with your best friend again.

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“And over here is where your dorm will be. You have one neighboring roommate. She’s nice. I’ll introduce you to her… yeah, right through here. ” The tall blonde spoke gently, unlocking your new dorm room giving you a chance to walk in first.

The room was much bigger than you had expected. It was bare. But you didn’t mind. You had plenty of belongings to make it feel like home in no time. Sighing softly as you kicked your slippers off at the entrance, your sock clad feet padding across the wooden floor. Making your way over to the window in the corner of your room. Peeking out the window, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“Nanami! You never told me I had such a gorgeous view.”

“I wasn’t sure you even had a window.”

“C’mere. Look! You can see all the trees from here,” You mused to the tall man, motioning him over. He gingerly made his way over, bending way down to see the cherry blossom trees coating your windows view. You could see a creek from your room as well, a soft hum left his lips.

With the little space between you, your senses were overwhelmed with what you assumed was his natural scent. Smelling of fresh laundry and… was that cinnamon?

“… all I got was the view of a brick wall.” A snort left your lips snapping you out of your trance, nudging the blonde playfully. An unfamiliar look flashed across his face quickly clearing his throat, maneuvering around you to go towards your dorm door. “I-.. did you have any further questions?”

“Yes actually,” Anyone from a while away could see the nervous wreck that was Nanami Kento, a small part of you only meaning to poke fun at the 2nd year who was standing before you. “Is your dorm also in this hall?”

“Em- since girls and guys have to be in separate halls… I am- I am not.”

“Hm.. what a shame.” Uttering under your breath, knowing full well he could hear it. A rush of pink flooded his face, parting his lips at your words. The blonde fringe covering his eyes partially made you realize how cute his eyes truly were, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

“Nanami… we still have the rest of the tour to go on.”

“Right!- if you follow me…”

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A loud heaving noise to your left made you release Shoko, giving the giggling boy a glare as he looked proud at himself. Both you and the brunette gave him an amused look, gesturing towards him and the dark haired boy beside him.

“I didn’t think you of all people would be against same sex couples considering you have a whole ass boyfriend-”

“That’s not true. Whatsoever. He’s my husband-”

A wave of groans left your group's lips as his long limbs reached across the table to take ahold of Geto’s clasped hands, a look of feigned disgust coated his face. Nanami just rolled his eyes but you took notice of how he had moved his hands under the table. Holding back a chuckle catching his eyes, a faint blush creeped up his neck.

“You haven’t been here long have you?”

“No, not too long. I was bored and the weather was lovely, so I figured why not have my lunch here rather than at the school.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally taking a bite of your sandwich, looking up at the young girl whose lips had already been captured by yet another cigarette. “Shoko… tell me that’s your first one today. It’s barely 11.”

The girl stiffened her hand with the lighter stopping right before her mouth, avoiding your stare. Setting down the sandwich, leaning forward so your face was right under her gaze. She just sighed.

“I don’t want to lie to you…”

“Sho! I thought you were trying to quit.”

“I know, I know! But being around this dumbass makes it incredibly difficult. ” Tilting her head back towards the tall white haired man who was currently trying to balance a glass container on the top of his head, a goofy grin spread across his face.

Hold on.. that’s my glass container.

At the mention of Shoko’s insult he snapped his head toward the two of you. A stream of words began leaving his lips catching sight of your container tumbling off his head. A soft gasp left your lips as you scrambled to reach the glass container, a pair of hands reaching it before it touched the ground.

Nanami looked unamused by Gojo’s actions, setting the container into your awaiting hands, fingers brushing slightly, offering you a smile. A smile graced your lips before quickly turning into a frown, facing the white haired boy.

“Gojo.”

A beat passed, the boy turning his head around to face the tree trunk.

“I’m going to beat your ass.”

“You wish you could touch me.”

“You know I’m one of the only ones who can. That’s why you're not facing me right now.”

Another beat.

He started whistling to himself, his head moving side to side as he pretended to not hear you. A sigh left Geto’s lips, rising from his position on the bench. Shoko hesitated to move but she knew it best if she did, tossing her cigarette under her boot smothering it.

“Soturu. Let’s go before she ends up having to explain to Yaga where you went.”

Soft grumbles left his lips, begrudgingly standing up giving you a quick peek at you over his sunglasses. You pretended to cup your hands together, making him huff and begin to fast walk ahead of your friends. A giggle left your lips, watching him stumble over a rock.

“I’ll see you at training, sweets.” Suguru leaned down to bring you into a warm embrace, rubbing his back as he started after Gojo who was sulking from afar. Suppressing the laugh that begged to be let out at the sight of an almost grown adult, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoko pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, waving goodbye at you.

A sigh left your lips pressing your head onto the wooden table.

“I visibly saw the weight leave your shoulders once he left.”

“I swear. He makes my head pound. How does he even manage that?”

Nanami just let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him as he eyed your form. His eyes drifted over your tousled hair splayed on the table, catching sight of a fairly deep cut on the back of your hand. Almost on instinct, his hand reached out, stopping right before he could touch your skin.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Hm?,” Lifting your head up to look at your hands, just now taking notice of the gash on your hand. The blood around it had already dried, looking like it had already begun scabbing over. “That is… a good question. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes I just get a bunch of random cuts and bruises and have absolutely no recollection of where they came from.”

“It’s truly a surprise you’ve made it this far as a sorcerer if that’s the case.” Nanami hummed a smile tugging at his lips, a laugh leaving your body as your eyes locked with his. A comforting silence washed over the two of you.

The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves above and below you. The breeze was nice and cool on your skin, tugging your shirt hems over your hands.

“Nanami?”

A soft hum.

“Have you ever thought about getting a lip piercing?” The strangest sound left his mouth eyeing your face to see if you were being genuine. Tilting your head at him, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde.

“I- I don’t think it would suit me.”

“Are you kidding? I genuinely thought you were secretly tatted under that uniform. A lip piercing- scratch that, any piercings would 1000% look killer on you. I think it suits your face.”

“... do you truly?”

“I have no reason to lie to you, Kento. I swear.”

His heart soared at your words, a smile gracing his face. He untucked his ears, not a single word leaving his lips. You stared innocently up at him, eyes trailing to where his hair now uncovered. A small gasp left your lips, the sight of pure joy lighting your face up made him chuckle, feeling his face heat up at the look on your face.

“NANAMI KENTO. YOU- YOU HAVE PIERCED EARS.”

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a/n: hi lovelies! this is my first time writing for jjk, i just recently finished watching the series. and i completely fell in love. i have written well over 10k worth of words on this story. plz let me know how you guys feel about it. lots of love <3

she, her and him

word count: 1618 words

warnings: i hurt my own feelings

"she lives in daydreams with me.  she's the first one that i see and i don't know why..."

brown. 

every little detail about her was brown. 

her eyes. 

her hair. 

her skin.

everything.

until he had met her, the color brown was nothing more than the color of tree bark. 

wood.

dirt.

coffee grounds that he brewed at work. it was a muted color to him. 

nothing that really stood out to him about it. nothing special. 

until she came into his life. 

he couldn't figure out what about her made him want to talk to her and crave to be around her.

not until much later. at first glance she was nothing but ordinary.

just another girl who worked at his work place.

she was several years younger than him, and half his height.

the only thing that intrigued him about her at first was that she was the sweetest girl he had ever met.

she wasn't shy, she wasn't ever rude. not even from her first interview or her first day. 

she wore one of the biggest and most genuine smiles he had ever seen in his life. 

it didn't matter what she was doing. 

she was doing it with a soft smile. or with her teeth on full display.

that was another thing.

she was one of the few people that wasn't intimidated by his stern face.

or his tall frame.

she approached him and talked to him as if they had been friends for many years. he was surprised by how she easily made him feel comfortable. 

how he laughed around her.

the thing is- she had no clue as to what she was doing to him.

she broke down his the layers and layers of walls he had built around his heart. 

and he happily let her in. 

without even meaning to. 

they spent all of their shifts talking. 

making inside jokes. sharing cheesy grins at one another. 

for a year- up until he left.

one month.

in that one month everything changed. 

he was offered an internship in another state that he couldn't turn down. after the internship was done, he would come back to his every day job. he had promised himself he would take her out once he came back.

and he did.

he waited.

and longed for the day he could be in her presence again.

trying to convince himself he just wanted to see his friend and nothing more, that it was just because they were close friends. 

nothing more. 

no, he doesn't let people into his life like that. 

not that easily. 

'she is just another girl'

he told himself this every day up until he came back. 

"she's the first one i see"

there she was. 

laughing with her head thrown back in pure joy.

two things stood out to him at that moment. 

one.

her smile. her smile lit up the entire room. 

and secondly-

he stopped.

the young boy attached to her side. 

the boy who was the reasoning behind her laughing that hard. 

he wasn't sure why his heart skipped as it did, but he knew it had something to do with the lingering hand she had placed on the other guys arm.

why him?

he wasn't anything special. what did he have that i don't?

as the days passed, she paid no mind to him. at least not intentionally. her eyes remaining on the brunette with a smile as wide as hers. 

why...

why him?

he just wanted her to look at him that way. she was supposed to look up at him with her dazzling smile and her love stricken eyes like that. not him.

"she's the first one that i see."

several years had passed. years where all he could do was pretend. force smiles and force laughter as he watched her grow into an adult, with that boy at her side.

spencer.

that's all he was.

nothing more. nothing less.

just an idiotic boy. a boy who happened to make a move before he did.

everything he looked at- walked past, it reminded him of her. 

the smell of honey.

cinnamon.

vanilla.

coconut.

 just the definition of comfort.

that's what she smelled like. no matter what time of day.

he knew all of her favorite things. 

her obsession with anything that sparkled. 

the color purple. 

the white converse she wore til she physically couldn't anymore. 

snacking after eating.

her favorite singer. 

books. 

pens that made her font look just right. 

colors after colors.

he knew it all.

every.

damn.

thing.

he knew her inside and out.

he knew that she didn't like the sun because it caused her to get really bad migraines. 

she loved the rain. 

she loved to spend her mornings at work- writing, because she knew that if she wrote at home she would get distracted by everything else. 

whenever she's sad, she forces a smile but her eyes never leave the floor and when they do- they never make eye contact with him.

because she know if she does.

he'll know right away that something is wrong.

she's the first one that he thinks of when people ask him why he still hasn't gotten with anyone.

every girl eyes him like eye candy.

but he pays no mind.

they want him for his body. nothing more.

but not her.

her. 

her. 

her.

he wants her.

not the girl next door.

not the girl who tried getting with him while he was away. 

but her. 

he wants her dark brown hair coating his pillow as they lay there and talk. 

he wants to listen to her speak day and night about what her plans for the future are.

he wants to see her in his hoodies.

his clothes.

he wants to hear her giggle into his chest as he covers her in kisses.

he wants to steal the glasses that cover most of her face and stare into her eyes all night long.

trace every freckle.

every birthmark.

every scar to ever cover her body. 

'you don't have to be scared you're not enough'

her words echoed in his head over all the other thoughts swarming in there. it overpowered the negativity.

the endless questions.

she answered every single one of them.

'try to quiet the noises in your head,'

she always calmed down his hyperactive mind.

she knew that when he went silent he was overthinking every word he had spoken that day, being quick to jump in and reign him back in.

'what if it was us'

he didn't mean to let that slip.

it felt like hours had passed.

another minute.

and another-

'i tried..' 

he froze.

'but then you told me about how you chose someone else, about her...'

the hurt in her voice was evident. 

he didn't mean to hurt her. 

no. 

he would never. 

not her.

'i never meant to hurt you-'

'you need to open your eyes.

you need to see past the surface.

your anger hasn't let you move on.

he and i have not been together for a long time.

but due to your stubborn self, you chose not to notice...i've been in love with you since that first christmas we spent together.

and you had somehow managed to buy every single thing i had touched while shopping the day before-

i stopped chasing you because you stopped trying.

you gave me the cold shoulder.

you pushed me away.

you never saw how i always came to you first.

always you.

whenever i was in pain.

whenever i was sad.

you saw me at every point.

at my happiest.

at my saddest. 

and

you

did

nothing'

and then it clicked.

memories of her flashed in front of his eyes as if he was watching his whole life on repeat.

her lingering eyes on him. 

her laughter at every joke he made.

her smile.

the twinkle in her eye- the one reserved specifically for him.

she would turn her full focus on him whenever they spoke, something she found hard to do with how antsy she got. 

keeping her feet moving, shifting her weight every two seconds. 

signing with her hands whenever she got nervous or anxious.

but she always stayed steady around him.

like he was the one calming her down.

not the other way around.

her hands cupping his whenever his hands trembled from his anxiety. 

being quick to respond to his messages late at night.

'of course, honey'

'hon, please take a deep breath for me'

'of course i do, you're like one of the most important people in my life'

it was like he was seeing her in a new light.

she was his everything.

and he was hers...

he was the reason why they weren't together.

he remembered hearing about how her boyfriend never treated her right.

about how they were always fighting.

he had never felt more stupid.

he did this. 

he was supposed to sweep her off her feet. 

he was supposed to be the person to keep her safe, and keep that beautiful smile on her face.

she looked nothing like how he last remembered seeing her.

it was as if a filter was removed from his eyes. 

her eyes looked dull. 

her hair was tousled from overworking herself at work, not taking proper care of herself. 

her smile- gone. 

'i have loved you since i was 22- i stopped loving you the second you failed to see how your actions affect those who love you' 

he remembers texting her late at night, after spending his night drinking in his sorrow.

she spent countless nights staying up until the crack of dawn trying to reassure the crying boy.

spending his free time at the gym to avoid any sort communication. 

overworking himself to distract himself from the pain.

he took away his one source of happiness, because he had convinced himself that she would never want him.

he got rid of her.

not the other way around...

why?

why her?

Shirtless Wolverine

one time a professor asked me if i’d ever wanted to write anything “more important” than romance. and i said no. i was put on this earth to write about sad people kissing. and if another writer ever came up to me and said they wanted to write 400 pages containing nothing but a character baking a single loaf of bread each day, then i would tell them to do that. people don't write something because it's important. they write about something and that is what makes it important