#GUYS WRITE MORE SOFT DOM SPENCER SMUT

[gublersg1rl]

nobody ever talks about how hard it is to be a soft dom spencer reid girly in a sub spencer fandom

[reiderwriter]

Hi there! It's me :"> again I read that you're closing your request soon and I just want to put another in before the deadline haha But by no mean you should put more pressure on yourself please take all the time you need, I'm always here happily waiting while enjoy reading all of the fabulous writing you had for other requests <3 Much love to your work <3

I have a request for s smut fic when the BAU was called in for a case: the victims were workers at the local bars/restaurants, the bau!reader recognised one of the bars the unsub frequently target is the one she used to work at as bartender/mixologist while putting herself through school and asked to be the undercover while other agents supervise. After successfully closing the case, the BAU decided to celebrate at said bar and the owner was happy to let the reader personally make your friends any cocktails outside of the menu.

The reader then learned about all the mildly irritations and possessive feelings softdom!Spencer had while watching people hitting on you behind the bar, but all of that can be solved with a (almost criminally) 3-sugar-cube level of sweet of a cocktail the reader personally made for him hiding an ungodly amount of alcohol which made the night a lot more interesting ;)

I'm sorry if all of my requests are soo long I know you want to have as much details as possible but please lemme know if you feel like it's too much haha Happy writing!! :">

A/N: Thank you for your request! I was partly inspired by this post to help me out with some of the drinks orders, so go check it out for more character headcannoms!

Warnings: NSFW, soft dom! Spencer, spanking, semi-public sex, jealousy, slight breeding kink/ creampie, thigh fucking etc. 18+ Minors DNI

It had been a good few years since you quit the bartending job that put you through college, so you didn't realise just how much you'd missed it.

You thought it was the universe intervening when a case popped up in your college town, and the bar you'd spent every weekend in for nearly three years straight from the end of your undergrad to the first years of your masters degree was at the dead centre of Spencer Reid's geographical profile.

You knew the unsub had been hunting from bars, and it took only a few nights of surveillance to catch his scent, and one more of a simple cover to get the guy.

You'd taken up your spot once again, slipping easily back into making cocktails and pouring pints of beer on tap - a skill you were regretfully slow to learn but happy to see stayed with you even in your brief retirement.

You busted the bar while your coworkers tried to look inconspicuous sitting around as customers. Diligently, you served them mocktails and alcohol free beer ad regulars clapped you on the back, greeting you like an old friend as you worked to catch a killer.

JJ was the bait, and you were glad, for once, that it wasn't you, even if that thought made you feel guilty. She slipped out with a crash, and all eyed were on the man that followed her quietly to the alleyway out back.

He practically arrested himself. All in all, it had taken maybe three days to catch the guy, and you'd never been so happy to have had to work a double shift to do it.

“Y/N, if this FBI thing doesn't work for you, I'd be glad to have you back behind the bar. These college students just aren't what they used to be.” Your ex-boss grinned at you, indulging in his own glass of whiskey now that the case was closed.

He'd graciously invited your entire team to spend the rest of the evening at the bar celebrating (for at least a drink or two before his wife came to collect him). You were shocked when Hotch took him up on the offer, but happily stayed behind the bar mixing up the drinks.

“Okay, now that we've found out you're this magic mixologist, you have got to make us personal cocktails. I want to see how drunk you can get me, Y/L/N.” Emily laughed from the corner, finishing the last dregs of her virgin piña colada.

“My dear Emily, it is not the mixologist job to get you drunk, it's the mixologist job to keep you sober for as long as possible so you keep buying drinks.”

“No, come on kid, I'm intrigued as well. I'm not a cocktail guy but you've been pouring like a woman possessed tonight. Help.me out here, Spencer, hasn't she been on fire?”

Spencer's eye caught yours and your heart skipped a beat when he gave you a small smile. He'd been quiet all night, and you felt a little regretful that you'd made him stay so long in a place he wasn't entirely comfortable with. But he was still here, and surprisingly, still drinking, nursing the beer that your old boss had served them all when they'd returned from the crime scene.

“Mixology is an interesting field of study. When you think about it, it's practically chemistry.”

“I like to think of it as alchemy,” you grinned at him, enjoying the way he could turn anything into something more complicated and mathematical than it is. “Because one sip of one of my cocktails will have you thinking you've unlocked the secret of immortality.”

“Okay, if that's how drunk we're getting tonight then I'm calling home now,” JJ laughed standing from her chair and already dialling the numbers.

“Okay - here we go.” You grabbed the bottle of vodka from the counter and started, keeping your eyes focused on Reid as much as you could.

–X–

After two hours and about 5 rounds of cocktails, you'd nearly defeated the entire team. Your ex-boss had thrown you the keys half an hour earlier and called himself a cab, leaving you behind to close up just like old times.

Hotchner and Rossi had given in after two drinks each, apparently old and wise enough to know just how much alcohol was in an Old Fashioned and a Negroni each.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Emily had mocked them on the way out, but two drinks later and she was asleep in the back of a cab having been carried out by both JJ and Morgan.

You'd used the good gin in her Aviation cocktail, and it was only a matter of time before she ended up peacefully sleeping the week away.

The only member of the team left standing was, surprisingly again, Spencer.

You'd gone simple with his Espresso Martini, though you'd made a big show and dance about adding twice as much brown sugar syrup than the recipe required.

“A sweet cocktail for the man who drinks the sweetest coffee known to man.” He'd brushed his hand across your fingers every time you'd passed him a refill, and you'd felt the familiar jolts of anticipation pass through you with each shared glance.

Your old boss had even noticed that you were ‘sweet on that little coworker of yours,’ and you'd had to do your best to stop yourself from openly flirting with him whilst he was sat there at the bar.

You'd done it for tips every single shift, not caring about the consequences, buy with Spencer, you so desperately wanted there to be consequences that you never so much as tried.

“We should pack up and head home, Spence.” You said, cleaning up the final glass of Mai Tai Derek had left behind, but when you turned around to see him, he was gone.

More accurately, he'd moved to your side of the bar and was sliding his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you in.

You gasped his name like a prayer, not expecting his cold fingers to curl under your shirt as he buried his head in your shoulder.

“Spencer! What's… what are…”

“Let me hold you.” He didn't say much more than that, but he didn't need to say more. You'd already.relaxed into his touch, eyes shutting so you could focus on the feel of his skin against yours.

“You're good at this,” he mumbled, words slightly slurred. “Everyone was watching you, they all wanted you to pour their drinks.”

You listened to each word of his voice fighting off confusion. Who was everybody? There hadn't been another customer in the bar since you'd made the arrest.

“The old men in the corner, they looked down your top when you picked something up for them. I heard them talking about it, how they thought about stuffing a couple of one's right here,” his hand trailed up to your breasts and you gasped, “like you were some stripper.”

His hands were slowly caressing you as he stood, chest pressed against your back, and you felt desire flood between your legs.

“Spencer, you're drunk, we should get you back to the motel.”

“My blood alcohol level should be around 0.11, so yes, legally I am drunk. If you want me back at the motel, be my guest, but I don't think I can keep my hands off of you tonight, Y/N.”

His words were blunt, delivered the same way he usually talked about case details, or books he'd read. There was nothing in it to indicate he'd meant to turn your world upside down just like that.

His hand had moved under your bra now, and you snapped back to reality, grabbing his hand and halting his movements momentarily as you craned your neck to look at him.

“Spencer, you're not in your right mind, you're going to regret this-” you didn't get to finish the sentence as he cut you off, pushing his lips into yours softly. With each second, his passion grew, until the two of you were caught in a battle of tongues, saliva dripping down your chin as you cared about nothing else but the pleasure you found in each other's mouths.

“The only thing,” he whispered between kisses. “That I'm going to regret, is if I let you walk me out of that door without showing you how much I want to possess every inch of you.”

His words were insistent but there was a question hidden in his movements. He'd withdrawn slightly, giving you enough space to turn him down should you want to.

You didn't.

Instead, you let a hand run up the back of his neck to his hair until you were pulling him down into you, stepping back into the warmth of his broad chest as you opened up to him.

Your other hand relinquished his, letting him explore your chest further and doing much of the same as you tried your very best to twist in your spot to get a better hold of him.

He was holding firm though, despite everything he'd drank, and had pushed you once again against the counter, hand moving between exploring your ass cheeks, and placing your hand firmly underneath you on the table so you could stabilise your position.

He worked his lips down your neck, prying your other hand out of his hair and placing it parallel to the first, before pulling your hips back slightly and encouraging you to arch your back.

You only realised you'd assumed a position for spanking when the first blow landed on your ass.

It was soft, all things considered, and he was still busy bruising your neck that you almost thought you'd imagined it.

The next one was harder though. It was real.

“Spencer!” You gasped as he stroked a hand over your asscheeks.

“Shhhhhhhh s'okay. You have a beautiful ass, I'm just making it prettier.”

His hands fumbled over your pants zipper, and then pulled them down to your knees as he continued stroking your ass and licking your neck.

The material limited your movements, trapping your knees together as he delivered one more blow. The skin to skin contact was too much and you let out a sinful moan, surprised at how loud you were suddenly managing to be.

You'd never been spanked before, never even thought about it, but something about Spencer's hands on you, the lingering scent of alcohol in the air had every hair on your body standing in excitement.

You heard Spencer unzip his own pants and were a little regretful that you didn't get the honour. You wanted to see him hold him in your hand, take him into your mouth and play with him until you knew just how he worked. But your back was still to him, and he wasn't giving you the space you needed to turn around and catch a glimpse.

“Every man in this bar tonight wanted to be where I am right now,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head, and then pushed your panties aside and ran himself along the lips of your cunt.

It was a night of sounds - the zippers, his whispers, your moans - bit you still weren't expecting to be able to hear your arousal.

It was erotic, near pornographic how wet his spanking had made you, and he let out small groans of appreciation as he gathered your juices on his cock.

He didn't try to breech you just yet, but rocked his cock between your thighs and cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you hooked, but nowhere near where you needed him to get you.

“Every man who was in here wanted you, and I got you. Right?” He asked again, practically rutting against your cunt.

“Y-Yes, Spencer.”

“Yes, sir.” He corrected, and you gasped as his hand struck your ass again, dangerously close to where his hips joined yours.

“Yes, sir.”

“Be a good girl for me, baby. I want to take care of you.”

With those words, he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance and slipped in.

With your knees still locked in place by your pants, it was really up to Spencer to control the pace. You didn't spare a second for the thought that had you been completely naked with a better range of motion that he still wouldn't relinquish this quiet control of you.

With one hand on your hip, and the other curled around to reach your clit as you arched your back against him, it wasn't long before he was setting a vigorous pace.

It wasn't that he was thrusting particularly fast, or that he was doing it ridiculously hard, like some men who knew no better tried. It was the combination of how far he was able to reach with his careful concentration on your pleasure.

You felt him speed up once before quickly drawing himself back to the even tempo, doing his best to not get lost in you.

His fingers traced your cunt in a slow figure eight as first, before experimenting with different movements, shapes, words until he'd been rewarded by your cunt clenching around his cock as you came all over it.

You gasped in shock, and flushed, so shocked it took only that long.

Instead of congratulating himself on getting you off though, he used your orgasm to inform himself of what you liked, what you so desperately needed from his fingers and his cock.

And most importantly, he didn't stop.

Even as your body twitched and spasmed around his cock, he kept up his wrist movements, keeping your body warmed up as he finally took his turn.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispered into your ear.

“I want this so badly, Sir, I need your cock pumping in and- ahhh out of me.”

“Tell me how nice my cock feels,” he again ordered and you willingly obeyed.

“Your cock is perfect, it's so big and warm, like it was made just for me.”

“Good girl, now tell me how much you want me to shoot my cum inside of you.”

Your mouth went dry as you choked out a moan, his pace getting rougher and rougher with each thrust. You hadn't heard him correctly, surely, your brain was imagining things.

But he prompted you with a slight tap to your face, a slap that wouldn't leave any mark.

“You don't want my cum all over this bar, do you? It would be a shame for your ex boss to fail his hygiene inspection.”

“Cum in me! God, please cum in me.”

He gripped you tight around your waist as he finally pushed himself over the edge, filling you with his seed and keeping you pinned in his arms until he was sure that none of it would escape.

“I'm glad you agreed, because I wasn't asking,” he said, chest still slightly heaving as he rode out his orgasm, lower body twitching in its sensitivity.

When he finally did pull out, he'd spent so long inside you, cockwarming, that not much of his cum slipped out. He cleaned you up with a clean dishcloth you pointed to on the counter, and pulled your pants back up, quickly manoeuvring his up too.

After a brief moment of silence, you finally turned to look at him, melting into his arms again as you took in his fucked out expression.

He stroked your head quietly for a few minutes, before pulling back from your hug.

“This bar doesn't have CCTV, does it?”

[ilovesnghon]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐫.

spencer reid x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ???

sub!spencer x dom!reader (minors dni) lowkey shitty writing, hand job, smut, overstimulation, use of y/n, smut writen by a 18-year-old virgin.

Spencer’s feeling a lack of intimacy, his roommate Y/N is excited to enlighten him on what he’s been missing.

a/n: this is my first post. plsssss give me feedback if you feel comfortable!

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

SPENCER WORDLESSLY FLIPPED THROUGH THE PAGES OF HIS BOOK, as he layed in bed.

the sounds of y/n’s moans and cries achoed quietly throughout the apartment. even with his door closed it was apparent what she was up to. it irritated him to say the least, the many nights of the week she spent with her random hook ups. but deep down he knew, he just jealous that at her age she was getting those kinds of experiences and he barely did.

it felt like an enternity later when he heard the heavy foot steps of the guy and then the sound of front door closing in the kitchen. he let out a low sigh of relief and closed his book to check on y/n. he always did this since the assholes she hooked up with didn’t seem to know what aftercare was.

“hey.” he called waking into the kitchen, taking in her appearance as she stood by her bedroom door. her soft curly hair was all tussled and pulled and her pink lips were swollen. she wore a big blue sleep shirt, that swallowed her whole and little sleep shorts. she looked up at him through her long flowing lashes. she was always so pretty, it never failed to make his knees feel like jello. “hey.” she rasped in her low angelic voice.

“need anything?” he asked as he padded over to the fridge.

“mmmm, can you get me a water?” she replied. she looked him over and her eyes trailed to his white marvel t-shirt and plaid pajamas pants. it was refreshing for her to see him in lounge clothes, since she hardly ever did.

he turned his head and handed her a water with a little side smirk. “that’s what i was gonna do,” he chuckled and grabbed one for him self.

she took a good, long sip and place then bottle on the table.

“so how was work?” she leaned her body against the counter causally, crossing her arms.

“good. pretty uneventful.” he matched her stance and looked at her. she nodded taking another sip, not really sure what else to say.

“how was that guy?” he asked, more in a curious, nosey-roommate way instead of jealous.

“he was okay, kinda overpowering. good kisser tho.” she said causally like it was normal to take about sex with your roommate the way they did. “his breath smelled like dr. pepper.” he smiled at the and shook his head.

“he kinda seemed like an asshole,”

she narrowed her eyes. “you didn’t even see him,”she playfully rolled her eyes.

“put i heard him. that’s enough to go off of, you forget i’m a profiler.” she shock her head with a smile, her body felt clearly wrecked but what bothered her most was how adorably fuckable her roommate looked right now with his fluffy hair, glasses and his pajamas. “whatever.” it was comfortably silent for a few moments.

he sighed. “well, im going to go bed. I’ll see you tomorrow y/n/n.” he gave her his signature smug smirk before ruffling her hair and heading to his room. she wordlessly smiled back with a little wave as she walked to her room.

that’s night she stayed up thinking about how she wished she could have just one night with the man across the hall, instead of these assholes form tinder she hooked up weekly.

life for her was pretty boring and uneventful unlike spencer. and yeah, maybe she had a tiny, baby crush on him. And sure, she masterbated to the thought of him on more than one occasion but she knew that he didn’t see her that way, and besides, he was basically celibate.

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

the next morning she’d woke up and gone to work. she didnt get to see spencer before he left for work, but she knew that sometimes he’d get called in at the earliest hours of the day to work on case. some days he wouldn’t come home for days on his cases because he’d have to travel to an entirely different state.

the next time she saw her roommate was almost three days later, when she was came home from work she walked in and saw him passed out on the couch, still in his work clothes. she figured he probably felt to tired to even make it to his room and she couldn’t blame him. his job seemed like a lot.

she sighed in relief that he was finally home. she left her bag and keys on the table and walked over to him. she at least wanted him to be able to not wake up with back problems from sleeping in the couch.

“spence, wake up” she murmured softly as she kneeled next to couch and brushed his hair out of his face. his eyes fluttered open slowly. “hey.” she smiled

“hello.” he rasped tiredly. he sat up slowly.

“how was the case?” she got off the floor and sat comfortably next to him. he snuggled next to her and wrapped his long arm over her shoulder. “it was fine.”

she furrowed her eyebrows at his lack of a response. “you sure?” she asked specially. it was silent for a moment.

“yeah, it just made me realize i need to get layed.” the case was unlike any, that he had before. it’s was stressing beyond a simple minds belief, and by the time all he could think when he made it back to his hotel room was how he need to blow off some steam. preferably inside his his roommate.

she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “yeah, that you do. its been like 2 years, spencer” she teased him.

“I know, i just dont think im really like a hooking up kind of guy, you know”. he said shifting under the blanket. “yeah but life is short, and your job is depressing.” she sighed factually, laying her head on his shoulder.

“maybe i will,” he said suddenly her heart tighten.

“morgan keeps teasing me, and calling me a virgin. i’m not but i guess the fact that people think that i am kind of bothers me, you know?” he admitted staring at the wall.

“yeah, but what morgan says means nothing, spence.”

he sighed. “i know but it still bothers me.” he murmured. she shifted next to him to meet his eyes as he continued. “i just wish i was more experienced in that department i guess,” he continued meeting her eyes. “sorry i don’t know why i’m telling you this,”

her eyes softened as they met his, “no it’s fine. and experience doesn’t mean anything. even if it did, i’m sure your at least a good kisser.”

his cheeks flush “oh yeah, why do you say that?” her eyes traveled down to his lips subtly.

“cuz you have nice lips.”

her eyes traveled back to his and her heart skipped a beat from the way he was suddenly looking at her. his eyes traveled down to hers and back up to her pretty face. his brown eyes darkened with the thought of kissing her but he didn’t want to make the first move.

her breathing suddenly increased when she swore she sensed him moving closer to her face. something swirled inside her and she suddenly felt the need to taste his lips. “wanna test that theory?” she asked lowly.

maybe it was because she wanted him to feel something, or maybe it was because she secretly always wanted to do this with her roommate. maybe it was both.

his throat bobbed and he nodded silently staring at her full, wet lips. “ask me to kiss you.” she dared him, already leaning in as her fruity scented breathed fand his face. she’d never been this bold in her life but it felt good.

“kiss me.” he hesitated for a moment before rasping with a hint of desperation.

within a the blink of an eye, her fingers grabbed the back of his neck pushing his head close to meet her soft lips. she was instantly hint with the smell of his mint breath and smooth lips gliding with her.

his hand found it’s way to her waist angling her closer, while his other hand softly cupped her cheek. she almost moaned from the way her lips glided so perfectly with his, he was so gentle with her.

she felt a tight presence in her stomach as they explored each others lips and it was becoming too much to bare. she suddenly she pulled back, feeling like they were getting a bit to into it. “i’m sorry was that too mu-“

she felt slightly guilty for pushing him to kiss her but it went away when he cut her off. his fingers grasped her chin cloddling their lips harder than before. he opened his mouth into the kiss, inviting her tongue to explore. her fingers returned to the back of his neck tugging on the hair as he left out a low moan that she used to further collide their tongues. it was clear, he needed this.

finally letting go, the silent fight for dominance over the kiss was quickly won over by her from his simple lack of experience compared to her.

“is this okay?” she mumbled between kisses, it was pretty obvious where this was heading.

he nodded but didn’t verbally respond between kissing her and clutching her waist like a vice. the heat radiating off her body with his was becoming all consuming and the kiss felt like it could take years off her life.

she pulled away and he let out a whine in frustration. she smirked and but it didn’t last long before she began laying open mouth kisses on his throat. he felt dizzy as his fingers ran through her hair and blood started to rush to dick.

“y/n,” he whined as his fingers flexed on her waist.

just the sound of her name coming from his mouth in this way was enough to make her clit throb as she littered kisses on his neck and throat but didn’t verbally respond.

“y/n, please” he practically whimpered as her wet lips sucked a small visble bruise on his neck. clearly he was touch deprived by how worked up he was getting just from her kissing. she never expected spencer to be the one begging for her.

“please what spencer?” her voice echoed lowly in his ear, making his dick swell even further from her endearing dominance and his willingness to submit to her.

instead of answering his hands clamped her waist and he snatched her into his lap so she was straddling him. he tired to pull her into another kiss but she denied him and her hand ghosted around his neck.

“i asked you a question.“ she chided sternly meeting his eyes. their were blown wide but the twinkled with list for her.

his throat bobbed and the sudden intensity she bestowed as well as her hand on his neck had his body feeling hot and his cheeks flushed.

“please… touch me.” he felt slightly degraded by her and the way she made him verbalize what he wanted but he couldn’t deny how it was working him up. his hand locked around her and he closed it tightly around his neck.

she bit her bottom lip to hide her smirk at him when her grip on his neck tightened, knowing exactly what he wanted from her.

his eyes fluttered shut and moaned lowly, looking almost pained. “harder…”

the sound of his desperate voice had her clenching her thighs together but she complied, tightening her grip on his neck. “this is what you needed, huh?”

his mouth fell open with a quick nodded. her grip tightened and she felt the swell of him growing beneath her. “i told you to use your words spencer.” she scolded.

“yes…yeah. i needed this.” that’s exactly what she’s liked to hear.

her other hand found the buttons of his dress shirt. his warm, large hands held her waist while she felt the swell of him grow underneath her, denting his pants. she could feel him begging to be released right bellow her core and she resisted the urged to grind her hips. “don’t move.”

this dynamic was so new for both of them. she had never in her life been so in control like this and his experiences in general had never felt this good. there was no denying that this was turning them both on, beyond belief.

once his shirt was fully buttoned, she ran her soft hands slowly down his toned chest. and he breathed hitched but he kept his composure wanting to appease her.

she fully took in his appearance from his foggy glasses, tousled hair and swollen lips as he breathlessly stared at with hooded eyes. he looked like a walking wet dream and it was absolutely soaking her core to the point that it ached desperately.

she wondered what he would look like mindlessly chasing an orgasm, begging for release with her mouth or hand wrapped around him. she wondered what it would look like to see him whine desperately for more, she was determined to make it happen.

she sucked in a breath, before reaching to take off his glasses. her eyes lowered to his pink exposed nipples and they looked so tempting that she couldn’t help but lower her wet lips around his nipple and suck soflty, still keeping eye contact.

he tucked his bottom lip into his teeth, to hold back the groan that was was on the tip of his tongue when her teeth lightly brushed his nipple.

the tip her wet tongue swirled around his nipple before pulling away with low pop sound. she sat back up and looked down at him as her fingers found the buttons of his pants, slightly panting.

“I’m gonna touch you now, this okay?”

he nodded fully mesmerized by her entire demeanor when she had him like this. her glimmering eyes, she swollen lips, her pebbled nipples peaking through her top. “spencer.” she stopped.

“yes.” he nodded barley trusting his voice, he sounded embarrassedly desperate but he didn’t even care at this point. he needed this, he needed her.

she lifted her hips and pulled his dress pants down to hang on the floor before they hooked into his boxers. his heart was racing a million miles a minute just in an anticipation for her to touch him. his hips lightly trusted in the air but she pushed him down

she looked down to peak at his huge swollen dick as it slapped his stomach, already leaking precum. she couldn’t hold back a gasp. holy shit, she thought to herself. he was huge.

not only was he long, but he was was thick and pretty. his thick veiny dick was a pale pink color that matched his nipples.

“so pretty,“ she praised and his dick swelled even further. he panted just thinking about the amount of times he’s imagined this exact scenario; her hovering over him about to make him cum with her mouth or hand or both.

she scooted off his lap to kneel and hover next to him on the couch as he sat next to her with his dick out and his legs spread. she grabbed his chin to look her in the eyes as her soft hand gripped around his dick and he gasped.

she bit her bottom lip and swiped the tip of her thumb on his swollen tip, to gather up the precum.

‘shit’ he mumbled and gripped the couch cushions with both hands, trying desperately not to cum right there.

“please.” he couldn’t help but beg.

giving in, she quickly spat in her hand and finally began her achingly slow strokes on his throbbingly hard dick and he head layed back against the couch and looked at her in awe.

“you look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your dick, baby.” she praised, a little shocked by her own dirty words. he moaned just at the sound of her voice alone.

her strokes were slow but she gripped him so tight his mouth fell open. he was really trying to hold back how already close was but it was becoming evident. his breathing was heavy, his knuckles were white and his whimpers and moans increased with her speed.

on top of that he was leaking more and more from his tip and it was creating a wet sound, combined with his low moans as she stroked him to orgasm.

she stopped her stroking for a second to squeeze his tip, catching him completely off guard and he whimpered out loudly.

“fuck,” his thighs shook as he felt that familiar knot in his lower stomach start to tighten. his breathing picked up, coming out in gasps and pants as she stroked himself faster. his head swam with nothing but the thought of what it would be like to have her wrapped around him.

“i’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed. “please let me,”

“look at me.” she squeezed his tip and his eyes flew open to meet hers with a gasp. she pumped his dick faster and faster, up and down until it throbbed and twitched in her hand and he let out a loud gasp, followed by a deep whimper.

it was intense. his thighs shook, his eyes rolled back into his head. his hips bucked wildly into her hand as his mouth dropped open as he rode the wave of his orgasm.

“oh…god.” he cried out.

her thighs clenched together at the sight of him falling apart for her. she pumped his soaked dick through his orgasm as he let up little gasp and pants for the after shocks.

she knew she should give him a chance to at least catch his breath but she simply couldn’t resist wanting to make him fall apart all over again.

she took him by surprise when her hand continued her torturous stroked on his dick, despite his very recent orgasm. his heart was beating a million miles a minute but he couldn’t find it in him to tell her to stop. he simply craved that feeling from her over and over again so he took it.

an intense throbbing sensation washed over stomcah from the overstimulation and he was now practically wailing out moans and whimpers as well as a string of ‘oh fucks,’ and her name.

he was so loud that the neighbors could probably hear. “shhh, baby,” she shushed him, “are you close?” she asked leaning her forehead to his, already knowing the answer.

he nodded rapidly but he couldn’t keep his voice down. “y/n,” he whined. “it’s so good… don’t stop.” the sound of his voice was making her weak in the knees but she wanted to make him feel good again. at least he was using his words now.

“i’m not baby, don’t worry. your being such a good boy for me.” her hand went at ungodly speed, stroking him base tip and the added wetness from his previous orgasm only added the sensation. his mouth fell open and he eyes rolled back into his head.

before he could finish he gripped her head and kissed her lips hastily. his body was feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated and he just needed the comfort of her touch to get him through it.

she kissed him and swallowed up all his moans and gasps as she worked him past the point of no return.

finally, and he let out a string of curse words before he bucked his hips wildly off the couch with the most pathetic moan she ever heard into her neck.

second later his dick absolutely exploded in her hand, drenching not only her hand but his stomach in his warm cum as he rode a long wave of his euphoria. her hand finally let up.

“holy shit,” she whispered taking in his absolutely wrecked state. his exposed chest and abs glistened with sweat and remnants of his orgasm, his eyes were screwed shut and his body slightly shivered. he was basically none verbal.

his eyes finally to meet hers and he fist lightly closed around her neck, pulling her until a soft, unsexual, kiss.

holy shit indeed.

[sinfulspencer]

Conflict of interest

Prompt: The tension builds up between Spencer Reid and SWATAgent!Reader on the field, until it finally snaps.

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, dirty talking, pet names (princess, Doctor), hair pulling, light breath play, light impact play, oral sex (female receiving), facesitting, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Words: 7.8k

A.N.: I’ve always wanted to write something with a SWAT agent (and yes, it might be because I started watching SWAT). Thank you to @sassymoon for beta-reading this and defining it "one of your best smuts; so delicious and full of lust". I appreciate it.

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“Doctor Reid!”

The man on the floor was covering the exposed left knee with his right hand, rivers of blood staining the floor and thickening the soft fabric of his trousers. The stench of blood mixed with wet grass and gunpowder filled my nostrils, painfully twisting my stomach. 

“I'm fine, Agent. Go get him, I won't go anywhere.”

Scoffing, I kneeled to the ground and placed down my firearm. 

I wasn't going to leave him all alone in the building, not when he was hurt. Despite our differences during the planning of our attack, I just couldn't let an agent down on the field.

I had a duty to respect.

“Don't be a drama queen. You're bleeding.”

Spencer hissed when my hand touched the hole in his sleeve, where more blood was spilling out. 

“The unsub is more important at the moment.”

Worried that he might have been badly injured, I struggled to reach for my earplugs that fell when I jumped to reach the agent. 

The building was completely destroyed and the floor was all cracked up, filled with stagnant water and dark stains that terribly resembled old, dry blood. 

“I need a paramedic up the third floor, first door on the left. Agent Reid is hurt.”

Spencer rolled his eyes when I mentioned his injury, but I didn't care. He needed to be taken care of despite his worry about the unsub getting away from us.

My team was after him despite my absence. My colleague Chris saw me stopping by to help Spencer, so I wasn't worried.

“I'm well aware, but I can't leave you behind. My team is after him. I'm sure they can get him without me.”

The tight lace around my face was starting to hurt and my glasses were slowly getting cloudy because of my hot breath hitting the cold surface. 

Spencer whimpered in pain as the blood didn't stop from my wound.

“I'm not the best at one-to-one confrontations.”

“I bet the guy was huge.” I whispered 

His lips twitched into a smile and a delicate laugh spilled out, stopping immediately. “Don't make me laugh, my lungs hurt from the fall.”

I grabbed my dagger from my Kevlat. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be this funny.”

“Are you going to give me the fatal wound?” Spencer asked, trying to lighten up the mood

“Maybe. Maybe I stopped because I wanted to be alone so I could finish you myself.”

The sound of people running upstairs was clear, but so were the loud beats of our hearts. We had no idea if the unsub was still on our floor or switched to another one, so each time we heard a crack or a footstep, we'd freeze in fear.  

Spencer watched me as I cut the fabric of his trousers right above the scratch, noticing a firm cut right over his thigh that was spitting blood all over his skin. 

I had nothing on me I could use to stop the bleeding.

“Is this the part where you rip your shirt apart and use it to cover my wound?”

I didn't understand how we could joke at that moment, but I blamed the adrenaline and the fear running through our bloodstream. 

“No, but if you want me to take my clothes off, you should ask me out for a coffee first.”

I ripped the hem of my sleeve, struggling to get a piece of fabric that I could use. I covered the wound on his thigh and put as much pressure as I could, hoping the blood would stop wetting the palm of my hand. 

Spencer was breathing hard in and out, probably trying his best not to scream in my face that he was in pain. I wouldn't have blamed him if he shed a tear or two, but he always stayed quiet.

“How's the wound on your arm?”

Spencer touched it with his right hand. “Still bleeding, but it's just a small cut. It doesn't really hurt.”

"You're gonna get it checked anyway."

Despite the fear booming through my chest, the warmth of Spencer's breath against my cheek was somehow comforting. 

We were so close to one another that each breath he took was mine to own. Thinking about it at a moment like that was wrong, unprofessional - but terribly difficult to ignore.

Difficult, but also stupid.

Denying that the closeness to one another made me feel alive was an understatement. The adrenaline rush working on the field was the same to the effect I experienced each time I was close to Spencer. 

Those five days we spent together down at the station, meticulously planning a rescue for the victims and an arrest for the three culprits, were filled with longing stared and desperate attempts at touching one another.

Embarrassing long stares that ended in one of us blushing and turning away. 

Silent nights spent in our own bedrooms, hoping that the other would knock on the door and finally end our misery.

We were stupidly attracted to one another, and it didn't take long for the passion to blossom - no, to explode and burn us with its fire. 

Spencer leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine, but luckily we were interrupted by the sound of my earphones.

“30 David, Ramirez and Holloway are in custody. Turpin is down.”

Pulling away with a sigh of relief, but still applying pressure to the wound point on Spencer's thigh, I closed my eyes. 

“Fantastic.”

And as soon as the word left my mouth, the paramedics finally arrived. 

Spencer was taken away from me before I could stop them, but I didn't complain. Kissing him on the field could've meant a horrible reprimand and a terrible night in the hotel room for me.

If my team had known of my misconduct on the field with an FBI agent, the same agent they saw me bickering with, they would've been pissed off.

Amused, but pissed off. And disappointed.

I had no intention of disappointing my team, not the people that watched me grow up into the woman I was at the time.

However... I wasn't going to see Spencer after the case ever again, or unless his team had to be called to collaborate with mine. In six years of service, that week was the first time we worked with a profiling team so my chances of meeting Spencer again in the future were pretty slim.

Still, was it bad for a SWAT agent to hook up with an FBI agent?  

“Hey Y/N, you seem pensive.”

Jim handed me a cold bottle of water. 

“Just... tired. Today was exhausting.” - I half-lied, twisting the cap of the bottle - “I'm sure a good night of sleep will do me good.”

“If you spend it at home, yes.”

Confused by my teammate's assumption, I raised my browser. “And where else wouldI spend it if not my own bed?”

Jim smirked at my naivete. “At the Hospital, tending the wounds of your lovely FBI boyfriend.”

I was tempted to throw the bottle at him. “He's not my boyfriend.”

“But he's definitely the guy you want to hook up with before he goes back home to Quantico.” - Chris chimes into the conversation, taking off her Kevlar - “You should go for it.”

I wasn't expecting their reaction. I knew that they would never get mad at me for my choice and taste in men, but I definitely didn't think they were almost supportive.

“I don't think he's still at the Hospital.” - I mumbled, glancing at the clock inside the changing room - “It's almost midnight. He just needed a few stitches.”

“I can give you a ride to his Hotel.” - Jim patted me on the shoulder - “I'm sure you can sneak into his room without his team noticing.”

Shrugging, I accepted his offer. After all, I wanted to make sure Spencer was okay and the doctors did their job. Was it wrong?

Were my intentions so weird? I didn't think so. 

Once I took off all my equipment and put my weapons in my safe box, I grabbed my phone from my pocket and checked the time again. Despite the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, my whole body was starting to feel limp - I needed to sleep, I needed a comfortable bed where I could collapse and spend the whole night in.

Maybe my hookup with Spencer could've waited, but of course, fate had other plans for me.

“I'm looking for Agent Y/N. Is she still here?”

Hondo, keeping the door open, turned around and called out my name. I heard a few laughs coming from my teammates, but I was glad they kept quiet and didn't make any awkward comments. 

Despite my blushing cheeks, I was happy to find Spencer Reid staring back at me with a purple bruise right below his brow bone and his dimples poking on those adorable cheeks. 

“Hey. Heard you were looking for me.” - I said, glancing at Hondo and hoping he would walk away - “You're all stitched up.”

Spencer took a step back from the door of the changing room to allow my whole team, who gave me dirty and amused looks the whole time, to get out of there and go home for the night. 

I didn't need to say goodbye, because I knew they were going to stay downstairs and wait to see if I went out with Spencer. They were going to tease me for at least a week after, but I was ready.

I didn't really mind.

“I wanted to thank you for staying behind and helping me today.” Spencer said, looking at me with those chocolate eyes

“No need to thank me, Doctor. It's my job.” - I told him with a smile - “You're welcome. Next time you need someone to save your ass, you know you can call me”

His short laugh made my heart shake in excitement. “Will do, but I don't have your number. You should change that.”

“Is this your way to ask me for my number?”

He shrugged, still leaning against the door. “I haven't heard a no from you, so I'm assuming you're going to…”

I held out my hand. “I'm not sure you deserve it, though.”

“What can I do to get your number?” Spencer asked

His voice sounded sincere and the way his eyes stared at me, with the same hunger that burned right behind mine, made me understand we wanted the same thing.

It wasn't about the number.

And it wasn't even about thanking me for saving his life on the field.

No, we wanted each other. And at that moment, without our teams around or an unsub scurrying free inside of a building, we could've let the passion blind us both.

“Take me home and I'll show you.”

Spencer closed the door behind me without hesitation, following me down the hallway without caring about my teammates walking past us. Me and Spencer were too busy thinking about the moment we would step inside my house, where we could finally have each other with no distractions.

And most importantly, we didn't have to be quiet or hiding from anyone. 

I wanted to scream his name; I wanted him to whimper mine. Both achievements I was dying to experience that night.

Spencer reached out for my hand when I opened the door, but quickly shook his head and pulled it away. Maybe holding hands was too intimate, but I didn’t mind - I didn’t like holding hands either.

“My car is in the other parking lot.”

That meant we had to take the elevator to reach the inside parking lot downstairs. In no way I was going to use the stairs, scared I might find my teammates ready to tease me and Spencer for allowing the passion to finally blossom between us.

I didn’t know how we were going to do things without him hurting.

He had stitches on his thighs, after all. But we were going to try and find the best positions so he wouldn’t hurt - I didn’t mind sitting on his thighs and doing all the work, if it meant it would bring him pleasure. 

The mere idea of giving Spencer some relief made me blush and shiver at the same time, because it was one of my favourite things to do. Giving pleasure to someone was, for me, itself a pleasure.  

The doors of the elevator opened and I walked in, soon followed by Spencer. 

“I thought the BAU had a jet.”

“We do, but we also rent cars when we work. I don’t think I can move from one part of Los Angeles to the other with a jet.” - Spencer replied, leaning against the metallic wall of the elevator - “I don’t usually drive, but…”

I turned to look at him. “You don’t want your team to know you’re here.”

He shrugged, glancing at me. “Not for the reason that you think. Alvez and Lewis have a tendency to tease me about my, uh, sex life. I don’t want that to happen.”

“We’re on the same boat, Doctor Reid. My teammates are the same, but because I’m the only single person. They want me to find the love of my life, so they try to set me up with everyone they think is interested in me.” I took a step closer to him 

Spencer tilted his head, moving closer to me. “They didn’t set you up with me this time, despite my obvious attempts at charming you.”

“There was no need to set us up because they already knew we wanted each other, I guess.” - I whispered, placing my right hand on his chest - “However, Street was happy to give me a ride to the Hospital to see you.”

“Ah, so maybe he tried a little…”

I nodded, leaning forward so that my nose could touch the tip of his. “Yeah.”

Spencer looked up. “There are cameras here.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to drop on my knees right now.” - I pressed a quick kiss right below his chin, feeling his hands slip on my waist - “Unless you want me to, Doctor.”

I was well aware that I couldn’t do anything I wanted with Spencer inside that elevator, but I couldn’t wait. The more I waited to feel his lips or his hands all over my body, the more I grew frustrated and needy. 

“No. Only I am allowed to see you on your knees.”

His grip on my waist tightened, just like the pressure I felt between my legs. It was difficult to focus on the sound of his voice when his hands were holding me closer to his body and the warmth of his breath hit against my lips, making me desire his mouth on mine. 

My fingers slipped on his chest, opening the first button of his white shirt but Spencer stopped me as the doors of the elevator opened. 

I could hear the sound of cars driving out of the parking lot and the distinctive smell of gasoline mixed with the rain that has been sprinkling all around. I focused on those melodies as I followed Spencer to his car, still with his right arm wrapped around my waist. 

The tingling sensation didn’t disappear as Spencer opened the car door for me. I got in and secured the seatbelt, crossing my legs with my eyes staring at the glass in front of me. 

One night stands were a new thing for me, I had no idea how they worked and how me and Spencer were going to act once we were done. Was I supposed to kick him out? Was I supposed to ask him to stay for the night? I didn’t want him to think I needed more than just sex, because I didn’t, but at the same time I wouldn’t have complained if he wanted to stay in touch after. 

Spencer was a wonderful guy and I would’ve loved to be his friend. 

What was blossoming between us, was pure lust and passion. Nothing more than that, and Spencer knew that - even if he asked for my number.

Once I gave Spencer my address, I turned to look outside the car window.

“Do you live alone?”

“Yes. I used to have a roommate, but then she found a boyfriend and moved in with him.” - I explained, straightening my black trousers - “I have a spare bed, if you…”

Spencer glanced at me, then his lips twitched. “Are you asking me to spend the night with you?”

I turned to look at him. “I don’t want you to drive back to your Hotel after what I’m planning on doing to you.”

He chuckled, stopping at a traffic light. “And what exactly are you planning on doing to me?”

“Don’t be greedy, Doctor. I will show you once we get there.” - I replied, leaning closer to press a kiss on his cheek - “But today has been a very exhausting day, I’m sure you’ll need some sleep before getting back to your team.”

Spencer didn’t talk after my explanation, but he drove faster to reach my place. I didn’t know if it was because of my words or the fact that the road was almost empty, despite it being a Friday night. I didn’t complain: I was eager to be with him all alone in my house.

When we got out of the car, the air was humid. 

The moon was hiding between grey clouds, but I could still see her outline. The sound of our footsteps echoed in the small hallway that led to the door of my apartment, making my heart tremble more and more with desire. 

Spencer noticed the way my fingers shook as I tried to open the door, but he kindly didn’t comment or tease me about it. He must’ve found it adorable, but in reality I found it quite embarrassing: it has been a long time since I’ve had sex, and the first time I had taken a man I barely knew at home.

It felt right, it felt natural with Spencer. 

But the nerves were still there. 

Spencer covered my right hand with his. “Hey.”

The bag dropped from my arm to the floor, but I was quick to pick it up. “Yes?”

“We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to.”

I didn’t turn around as I fumbled with the keys and the lock on the door, fearing to find an annoyed expression painted on his face. 

“Believe me, I really want to have sex with you.” - I managed to unlock the door, pushing it open - “I’m just… nervous.”

Spencer took a step closer to me. Our shadows melted with one another as his chest pressed to my back, while his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin leaned over my shoulder.

A wave of warmth washed over me, forcing my lips into a smile.

“There’s no need to be nervous.” - Spencer said, brushing his lips right below my earlobe - “I’m going to take good care of you, princess. I promise.”

Princess?

He barely knew me and gave me a pet name that didn’t make me uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I could feel how badly he wanted me, or maybe it was because my knees were trembling at the mere idea of having Spencer do anything in his power to take care of me.

Him on knees, him completely naked for me… underneath me. 

My nerves were still there, but they hid behind the light chuckle that fell from my lips when Spencer pulled away from me and got inside the house. The warmth of his hands disappeared from my hips and I felt lonely, desperate to have him pressed against me again and with his hands touching me anywhere he wanted. 

Following him inside my living room, I locked the door behind me. 

It took Spencer less than a second to have me pressed to the door, with his chest flushed to mine and his mouth covering mine in a kiss that made me want to drop on my knees. 

My hands snuck inside his jacket, pulling the white shirt he wore underneath in a desperate attempt to undress him. Spencer had other plans, because his hands found their way around my trousers and unbuckled my belt while my brain was too focused on his mouth. 

I couldn’t move from where I was standing, but in all honesty I had no intention to. I just wanted him, and I needed him quickly - before my nerves could take over again, before the idea of never seeing him again could settle inside my brain.

Spencer kept me pressed to the door and rolled his hips against mine, allowing me to feel the desperation behind his own movements. He was hard, and all I could think about was just take him into my mouth and bring him the pleasure he desperately needed to give me. 

I moved my hands up to his face, grabbing him by the cheeks and pulling him even closer to me. I needed to be as close as I could to him, I needed to feel his heart beating against mine, I needed to feel as one with him. 

“You’re desperate to have me, aren’t you?”

Gripping his shirt, I nodded. “You have no idea.”

“Let me see, princess.” - Spencer’s fingers travelled down between my legs, over my panties - “But if you want me to stop, I…”

“No. No, don’t stop.”

Accepting my words, Spencer slipped his fingers under my panties and brushed over my clit. A rush of adrenaline ran down my spine as I clung to his shoulders, moving my hips to the rhythm of his hand. 

His thumb pressed over my clit while his index tease my entrance, making my thighs tremble and my heart pound in my chest. The pleasure was getting overwhelming despite being just at the beginning, but I didn’t care. I was desperate to have him and I knew he could feel it, too. 

“Please, I..”

Spencer kept me against the wall with a hand, using the other to bring me the pleasure I was so desperately seeking. Moans were flowing from my lips, some of them resembled his name but I was so lost in his touch that I barely understood what was happening. His fingers controlled me through each controlled stroke inside of me, moving in and out at a quick pace while I could feel my whole body shuddering. 

“I love how responsive you are.” - Spencer whispered against my lips, curling his index and his medium finger inside of me - “Your noises drive me crazy.”

The idea of bringing Spencer pleasure just by crying out to him made me even more responsive. A chorus of whimpers, moans and pleas flew from my mouth and crashed into his while Spencer tried to kiss me while never stopping his hand. 

I put my own hand on top of his, whining. “M-More.”

“Oh, you want more? You want me to make you come all over my fingers?” - I let out a pathetic whimper, trembling in his arms with my back arched against the door - “You really love my fingers, don’t you? Do they feel good inside of you, princess? Am I making you feel good?”

I struggled to nod at his questions, not sure which one deserves a vocal answer. I was so lost, too drunk on my own pleasure that as soon as Spencer picked up the pace, I forgot everything - even the fact that we hadn't even made it to the living room. 

We were pressed to my own entrance door, with our clothes still on and my badge clinging to my trouser’s belt. 

“You were wet for me even before I started to touch you, princess.” - Spencer whispered, using his free hand to cradle my cheek with the tip of his fingers - “You look so pretty when you’re desperate.”

I could feel the tension in my stomach rapidly building up and my brain went completely blank, unable to form a coherent sentence that could satisfy Spencer and his need for a reply. 

I stayed there, wide-eyed and trembling against him. 

“And now you can’t speak. Pathetic.” - he chuckled, shaking his head while his fingers were still thrusting inside of me - “I can feel you’re close, princess. Do you want to come? Do you want me to let you come so I can finally use your pretty pussy as I please?”

A breathy ‘yes’ escaped my lips, but I wasn’t sure he heard it until his fingers picked the pace up and brought me closer to the edge. His eyes never left mine as he owned me with his fingers, showing me that just by using his hand he could make me lose my mind - so I was even more excited to see what he had planned for later, what he was going to do to me once we reached my own bedroom. 

Spencer looked beautiful under the faint lights of my living room, with his lips twitched into a delicate smirk and his pupils slowly dilating at the sight of my pleasure increasing more and more. 

Every inch of my body was on fire, desperate to reach that peak that seemed so close I could almost taste it. 

“Doctor, please.. C-close.”

“Oh, so demanding. You really want to come, don’t you?”

Spencer hummed at the sound of my words, leaving a trace of kisses from my jaw down to my neck while his fingers ruined me. I tried to spread my legs to give him more space, but the pleasure was getting so blinding and overwhelming I felt the need to close them. 

His fingers pressed to my sweet point while his thumb never stopped massing my clit, slowly but firmly. Spencer was able to control me just with his fingers, who knew what he was going to do to me with another part of his body?

“Come for me, princess. Come all over my fingers.”

I moved my hands down to his shoulders and pushed his jacket off as best as I could, trying to find something to grip on as my body exploded with pleasure. A long moan fell from my lips as I leaned forward, hiding my face in the crook of Spencer’s neck while his fingers didn’t stop their movements. 

Pushing in and out of me, Spencer allowed me to ride my orgasm as a warmth rushed down in my lower abdomen. I was satisfied, but still tingling with desire - I needed him, his fingers were not enough. 

I seeked anything he was willing to give me. 

The intense pleasure of his fingers fucking me didn’t end until Spencer was satisfied with the sight ahead of him: me, breathing hard and fast with his name written on my lips and my eyes staring back at his.

“That’s my good girl.” - Spencer said, curling his fingers inside of me just to see me hiss - “You did so well for me, princess.”

His lips pressed a quick kiss over my forehead while he finally pulled his fingers out of me and away from my panties. I stumbled back against the door with my chest heaving through each breath, and I swore that when his fingers disappeared into his mouth, I almost lost my cool. 

How could he do that and pretend like he wasn’t doing anything wrong? 

How could he tease me that way when he could just drop on his knees and taste me?

“I told you I was going to take care of you.” - Spencer said, noticing how I kept quiet while admiring his plump lips coated in my essence - “But I am not done yet.”

I nodded, pushing my trousers down along with my panties. 

Spencer stayed quiet, watching me as I completely undressed for him. It was pathetic how I was completely naked in front of him, while he was still all dressed up - it made me feel inferior, in a way. And it turned me on way more than it should have. 

“If you’re not done yet..” - I started to say, barely able to look him in the eyes - “You should finish what you’ve started.”

His lips turned into a smirk. “I guess I should. Lead the way, princess.”

It didn’t take long for me to gather all of my clothes from the floor and run inside my bedroom, followed by the man behind me. I was sure his eyes were looking at my legs, my back, my ass, my shoulders, my hair - but I didn’t care. 

I was desperate. 

And I was going to act like it ‘til the end of the night, just to gather as much pleasure as I could before letting him leave my own house. I needed Spencer to give me everything, to make-up for all the moments we brushed hands, we touched, we looked at one another while we were working. 

I needed to feel the passion consume us. 

Leaving my clothes on top of my desk, I stepped right in front of Spencer. 

He was looking at me, trying to decipher the expression I had painted on my face until my smirk matched his. 

“Well, are you going to undress me? Or do I have to do everything by myself, princess?”

“I’m going to do more than…”

“No.” - Spencer said, stopping my fingers from reaching his belt - “I meant what I said earlier. I want to take care of you tonight.”

I raised my brows. “You don’t want me to..”

He kissed me before I could finish my sentence. “Maybe next time. Now it’s all about you. Take it as a thank you gift for tending to my wounds.”

Next time?

I pushed off his jacket, while Spencer leaned forward to kiss down my neck. I didn’t know if he was trying to distract me from actually undressing him, but his kisses were shutting down my brain and my logical thinking. I was so invested in the way his tongue caressed my skin I barely noticed when his shirt came off, leaving him shirtless in front of me. 

My hands immediately clung to his shoulders while I walked closer to my bed, followed by Spencer who didn’t stop his assault on my neck. Kisses, bites and licks were marking my skin the same way I was marking his shoulders with my nails. 

My hand slipped right on the white bandage on Spencer’s arm, but I pulled away before I could press on it. Spencer didn’t seem to mind, but I was truly scared of hurting him and ruining this love bubble we created in my own room. 

Despite the thoughts running through my head, Spencer was able to bring me back to reality with another kiss and the way his arms wrapped around my waist to pull me onto the bed. I didn’t complain as I straddled him, feeling his hard-on pressing against my inner thigh. 

My fingers worked quickly to open his trousers, pushing them down ‘til the other bandage appeared. 

“Spencer…”

“Yes?”

I looked at his wound, biting my bottom lip. “Are you sure we can do this? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me if you sit on my face.”

Surprised by his words, I pulled away just enough for our lips to separate. I was taken back by the way he talked with confidence, but there was a hint of eagerness and neediness behind those words. Spencer seemed desperate to have me like that and I was drunk on that feeling. 

“You want to taste me?”

Spencer nodded, sliding his hands down to reach my waist. “I ache for it. So climb up and let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

I closed the distance between our lips for a brief kiss, before gathering all my confidence and straddling his face. No one has ever spoken to me like that, and even though it felt dirty, it also felt disgustingly perfect. 

Maybe it was the sound of his voice, maybe it was the desperation coating each one of the words that left his lips but I was hooked. Completely under his spell, just like he wanted me to - I knew it was his plan all along. He had me where he wanted to and he was turning me into a desperate mess for him and his own sick pleasure. 

A pleasure I wanted to satisfy with everything I could offer. 

Spencer pressed his hands on my thighs, bringing me closer to his face. 

“I don’t want to smother you.”

He chuckled, looking up at me. “Believe me when I tell you it’d be a pleasure to be smothered by your thighs.”

I could feel his hot breath between my legs, where his fingers were pleasing me before and I was dying to feel his mouth right there.

“Sycophant.”

“I’ve been called worse.” - he whispered, caressing my thighs with his hand - “Now shut up and ride my tongue, princess. Let me taste you.”

Despite never having done this thing before, I let myself sit on his face just how he asked me to. I quickly found a rhythm with the guidance of Spencer’s hands on my hips, feeling his warm tongue running through my folds. I struggled with my hands on the headboard, trembling to the point I thought I could fall forward but Spencer held me up. 

His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking on it before gently pulling it as a chorus of moans fell from my lips. I was in ecstasy and he barely started, but the idea of being on top of a man’s face just made me incredibly excited. 

“Fuck, Doctor… you’re so good.”

Spencer couldn’t form any sentence, but the sounds he was making were an adequate answer to my praise. I grinded against his mouth, biting my bottom lip as I made sure to stay still and enjoy the slow movements of his tongue. 

I rolled my hips to match his tongue as more whimpers flew out from my mouth, echoing in my bedroom. I wish I could record his face between my legs, I wish I could print that image in my brain until the day of my last breath because Spencer looked ethereal. 

His eyes were closed and his eyelashes were so long, so pretty. His nose was pressed to my skin while his tongue was teasing my entrance, before swirling over my clit and making me hiss in pleasure. I needed to take a picture, I needed to remember the feelings he brought me that night forever.

It was difficult to look at him without wanting to sit on another part of my body, but the tension right behind my belly button was growing and the pleasure he was giving me was intense. My fingers were tangled in his hair as Spencer feasted between my thighs, savouring my taste and dragging his tongue over my clit. He seemed to enjoy what he was doing and I even more: bringing him pleasure was a pleasure itself. 

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t notice his hand moving from my hip down to his briefs, massaging the bulge already formed. I couldn’t pay attention to anything around me, I could only focus on each flick of his tongue that pushed me closer to the edge of my desire and the way half of his face was covered in my own desire. 

“Feels so good, don’t stop.”

I wasn’t sure he heard me and I wasn’t even sure I said something that made sense, because my thoughts were all messy and mixing with one another. The rock of my hips became almost erratic as the pleasure inside me was getting tighter and tighter, ready to wash all over me. Spencer didn’t complain when I picked up the pace of my moves, too lost between my thighs and drunk on the pleasure he was bringing himself.

In the corner of my eyes I saw his right hand covering his bulge and his fingers massaging his cock, trying to alleviate that tension. It must have been unbearable for him and that only drove me even crazier, pathetically desperate to feel him inside of me. 

Spencer groaned against my heat, dragging his free hand down to my thighs while opening his eyes to stare back at me. He looked beyond beautiful and he left me speechless, forcing me to focus on the pleasure he was giving me when he sucked on my clit. 

My whole body went tense as every nerve ending frayed, leaving me to cry out his name and throw my head back in pure ecstasy. Spencer didn’t stop as the orgasm took over me, instead he buried his face even deeper between my legs and stopped touching himself to make sure I was enjoying myself. 

And I did. 

Never in the world I would’ve thought I’d sit on the face of an agent I worked a whole week with.

When the shock-waves slowly subsided, Spencer turned his head to the side and peppered my thighs with light kisses. It took me two good minutes to realise I had finished and that I had to move off his body, but my brain was still blank and my heart was pounding too hard in my chest. 

“Are you okay, princess?”

I hummed, struggling to roll off his body. I collapsed beside him and covered my face with both hands, feeling every muscle tensing and trembling after those activities. I was tired, but I didn’t want this night to end. 

“Never been better, Doctor Reid.”

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “We can stop if you’re tired. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

I turned to look at him, raising my brows. “Overwhelm me? You’re so cocky, it’s almost annoying.”

“So annoying that if I ask you to sit on my dick, you’d already be on it.”

He wasn’t wrong and to prove he was exactly right, I forced myself to straddle him again while making sure my thighs weren’t pressing too hard on his. After all, he was hurt and I wanted to make this night pleasurable for him as well - I deserved to feel good, but he deserved it too.

Spencer had been so good to me.

“Only because you’re cute.” - I replied, gently pulling down his briefs - “I’ve been waiting to do this for so fucking long.”

“What, riding me?”

I nodded, brushing the tip of my fingers on the silky skin between his legs. I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me and by the way Spencer’s breath hitched under my touch, he was probably more eager than me.

“Riding you, making you forget your pain..” - I leaned forward, pressing a trail of kisses from his chin down to his chest - “And maybe feeling you come inside of me, owning me.”

Spencer’s grip on my thighs tightened as I felt his finger dug into my skin. I hope he would leave enough marks to leave me covered for days. 

“You’re a tease.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it, Doctor.” - I leaned forward, stealing a kiss from his eager lips before I raised my hips - “So, are you going to fuck my pussy or are you waiting for someone else to do it?”

Spencer playfully pinched my waist, making me hiss in pain. A delicious pain that disappeared as soon as I felt the head of his cock press to my entrance. I looked down at Spencer, watching him as his lips parted and inch by inch he filled me. My whole body adjusted to his size while sparks of pleasure stabbed me over and over between my legs, making my thighs tremble. 

My whole body was tense as a weird sensation diffused in the lower part of my abdomen. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t pleasurable either so I lifted my hips. Spencer kept staring at me, not moving as he waited for me to do all the work. He understood something was wrong, but that didn’t stop him from teasing me. 

“Come on, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

His words encouraged me enough to let me try again, adjusting to that delicious pain that finally wrapped all around me and made me feel like I was floating mid-air.

“That’s it, you’re doing good. Feels good.”

I didn’t know for how long I stared at him without producing a single sound. I was amazed by the sight ahead of me: Spencer had his head thrown back, his eyes were closed, the veins on his neck were visible and his fingers were scratching my thighs. Each movement of my hips elicited a chorus of moans and whimpers from the man beneath me, completely lost in his own pleasure and the warmth of my body welcoming him. 

As cheesy as it was, Spencer looked majestic and I truly felt like the prettiest princess sitting on her throne.

“You’re quiet.”

His voice brought me back to reality, realising I had stopped my movements while we were both high on pleasure. 

“Sorry, I was… Looking at you.”

Spencer raised his brows, puzzled by my revelation. “Me?”

My hands slid over his chest while I leaned forward again. “You look so fucking hot under me. You drive me crazy.”

I could feel his lips twitch into a smile against my cheek as I pulled away. He didn’t reply, but I wasn’t expecting him to - instead, I showed him exactly how much I found him attractive by rolling my hips. Spencer followed my movements, staring at me with his lips still parted and his cheeks becoming red. 

I whispered his name with my hands scratching his chest, feeling the pleasure run through my bloodstream. Every nerve in my body was tingling as Spencer thrusted in and out of me, making me struggle to stay on top of his body. I didn’t know if he was doing this to ruin me and hear my helpless moans, but he was succeeding.

I was close to the edge of my own peak, feeling the drops of sweat roll down my back as I moved my hips to the rhythm of the man beneath me. His moans mixed with mine, echoing in the bedroom while our fingers locked on my hips. 

“You love this, don’t you?” - Spencer muttered, trying to sit up so he could press my chest to mine - “Let me hear how much you love it. Let me feel you coming all over my cock.”

I struggled to speak, only a chorus of desperate whines and moans spilled from my lips as I held his hands tightly. The pleasure was overwhelming and my body started to tingle all over, a clear signal of my upcoming peak.

“Don’t stop.”

Spencer heard me despite my broken voice and didn’t stop his movements, giving me exactly what I needed. I opened my eyes and realised he was close to me, staring at me with devotion and a hint of amusement. He knew what he was doing to me, turning me into a pathetic and desperate mess in his hands. 

His lips were covering my neck with kisses as the orgasm finally washed over me, forcing me to scratch his hands and release a long moan that resembled his name.

“That’s my good girl.” 

It didn’t take long for him to reach that point, riding my orgasm while he rode his as he spilled inside of me. The warmth made me feel safe as I collapsed in his arms, finally satisfied as the euphoria took over us.

Spencer fell onto the bed and he brought me down with him, our hearts beating fast against one another. Each breath he took crashed against my lips, as I tried to kiss him and caressed his arms in an attempt to thank him for what we did together. I was exhausted. 

Every bone in my body felt like jello. 

I was brought back to reality when Spencer hissed as I moved, a clear sign of discomfort because I must’ve touched the wound on his thigh. 

With the last ounce of strength I had in me, I rolled off his body and stared at the ceiling with a hand still intertwined with his. 

“Did I hurt you?”

Spencer was struggling to breathe right, overwhelmed by the pleasure I brought him. I felt powerful, knowing that the satisfied smirk on his lips was all my fault.

“No. The stitches are just pulling the skin. Don’t worry about it, princess.”

A few moments later, when we were both able to speak without panting, I turned to my side and looked down at the white bandage over his thigh. The wound wasn’t bleeding, luckily, but I was still worried I might have hurt him with my desperate movements on his hips. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t…”

“No. We did what we needed to do.” - Spencer interrupted me with a kiss, nudging his nose against mine - “I appreciate your concern, though.”

I hummed into the kiss, pressing my body to his. “I’m so glad I’m on the pill, otherwise you would’ve gotten me pregnant.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

Spencer ran his fingers through my hair, gently pushing it off my forehead. “I recognize a contraceptive pill when I see one.”

“You profilers are weird.” - I shook my head, smiling at his words - “It’s hot.”

“That’s why you’re in bed with one of them.” - he winked, sliding his hand down to my waist - “Is everything alright? Do your thighs hurt?”

I had marks all over my skin and my muscles were sore. “I’m okay. Nothing that a good night of sleep and some company in this bed can’t fix.”

Spencer opened his arms, touching more of my skin. “Ah, so you don’t want me to sleep on the couch. You want me to stay here.”

“I want to suck your dick before you leave my house.” - I touched his chest, bringing the same finger up to his nose to touch the tip - “Take it as a thank you gift for making me come three times.”

“So if I make you come a fourth time before we sleep…”

“Don’t push your luck, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer cuddled up to my side, lifting the blanket so that it would cover both of our sweaty, naked bodies. His head rested on my shoulder while I stared at the ceiling, wondering how we were going to explain to our colleagues that we spent the whole night with each other. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to tell my friends what happened, but they weren’t stupid - they were going to find out, somehow.

As the thought clouded my brain, my eyes closed and I fell asleep. 

The next morning, Spencer wasn’t there but a note with his number was on the pillow. 

‘Sorry for sneaking out before reclaiming my prize, but I was called down to the station with my team. I guess we’re staying in town for another week. Are you down for another round tonight, princess?’

I couldn’t wait. 

[reasonablerodents]

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[chiptaylorsfirst]

Curing Problems

Word Count: 1,922

Pairing: soft!dom!Spencer x bau!fem!sub!Reader

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst, fluff, mentions of violent acts, aftercare, oral sex (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, use of the pet name princess

Summary: Reader has a bit of a hard time while working on a case with Spencer. He decides to take her mind off of the stress and give her a good time.

A/N: I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want me to write any more of these.

You had been sleeping in your shared apartment beside Spencer. He was gently brushing your hair with his fingertips as he analyzed how your chest heaved up and down as you were breathing. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You were beautiful. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at him.

"Morning, Spencie." He smiled down at you. "Good morning, princess." You raised up off of his chest, kissing his neck and his collarbone. He let out a surprised whimper. "You're turning me on," he stated plainly. "That's the point," you responded, still placing wet kisses on his body. He shivered at the feeling.

You two began to finally kiss, fingers tangling in each other's strands of hair. You settled in his lap, straddling him. You kissed him near his sweet spot, basking in the sweet noises he made. His phone started to ring and you sighed. "I think it's important," he said against your lips. You nodded your head, allowing him to answer it.

There was no point in not answering the call. If Spencer didn't answer, they'd just call you. You were brought out of your train of thought as Spencer walked back to the bed. "We've got a case to solve." You sighed. "I know, baby, I know. I promise we can continue back to where we left off later."

So you grumpily took a shower and got dressed, your plans for morning sex with Spencer ruined. You walked into BAU Headquarters with Spencer right beside you. The two of you got to your seats and listened. Basically, you were looking for a sadistic maniac who loved killing families and taking their belongings as souvenirs. It was disgusting.

You and Spencer were supposed to plot the locations of where all of the families were killed and you were supposed to ask questions if anyone saw a person who fit the profile. No one was really answering and the people who did answer had no information to help. You found yourself stressed, looking for answers that you couldn't find.

You went into a cafe asking the cashier if she knew a person who fit the profile and lucky enough she did. You called the information in and went outside. "Are you okay," Spencer asked. You already saw him analyzing your face as you let out a huge sigh. "I can't help but to think what if we don't make it in time. I mean, what if he kills another family and we made it just a little too late." Spencer took your hands in his and kissed them.

"We're going to make it on time and they'll all be okay." You tried to believe his words since Spencer never did lie to you. The two of you carried on, finding small new bits of information as you did. You were getting more and more exhausted each time. Eventually the suspected unsub was located and JJ was interrogating him as Derek stood in the room.

Spencer's eyes were focused on you and he analyzed your body language. You were obviously very stressed and only became more stressed as you started to have an aching migraine. Spencer's mind was fully occupied on you, thinking of what he could do to calm you down some. The suspected unsub wasn't the unsub but knew who they were.

You guys couldn't get not one word out of them and they found a smart way to leave the situation. So now you all were to spend the night in a hotel. "Everyone will have their own rooms except Spencer and Y/N," Hotch announced. He passed all of you your keys labeled with your room numbers.

Everyone was active right now, trying to take their minds off of the case and distract themselves until morning. You just went upstairs with Spencer and he slid your card key on the door. The door unlocked and he opened it. You went straight to your bed and plopped on it.

"Baby, you're not okay and you need to be taken care of," Spencer said softly. He closed the door and put the do not disturb sign on the outside. "No I don't, Spencer," you protested. "You always believe that you have to take care of me and that I depend on you but that isn't." You started to cry. Spencer walked to you, hugging you in his arms.

"It's okay. I never said that and if I did, I didn't mean it. I would never say anything to hurt you." You sighed. "I know but it's just, I'm not my family. Everyone takes pity on me and I feel like I'm a burden." Your parents had been murdered sort of how these families were being murdered right now.

You were the only survivor, lucky enough to leave with just a few cuts and bruises. Spencer placed a kiss on your forehead. "You are never a burden and you are so much stronger than you realize." He stroked your hair and looked into your eyes. He kissed you ever so softly, so gentle that it just about broke your heart.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting your chin up. "Spence," you said quietly. "Yes, princess?" You pulled him closer to you, wiping your tears as you stopped crying. "Can you please just fuck me?" He smiled and chuckled a little. You giggled a little bit too. "Of course. I always love bringing you pleasure."

You sunk down onto the bed, your stomach in the air as Spencer got on top of you. He started to rant as his gifted fingers started undressing you. "You know, sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and headaches." He threw your shirt off into a corner of some sort. "Because the endorphins that your body lets out can act as a drug and a natural pain killer." He then took off your pants, making sure to throw them too.

"Sex can even be argued to be more effective than other drugs like acetaminophen and nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs." He then started to kiss you, biting your lip a little with the right amount of pain. "So you're curing me, Dr. Reid?" He chuckled a little at the statement. "I'm just trying to resolve this situation, put your mind at ease." His nimble fingers then pulled off your panties, providing a pleasurable sting.

He threw it in the large pile of clothes and you tugged at his shirt. "This isn't fair," you protested. He kissed your collarbone then your neck, basking in the small moans you left out. "Patience is a virtue. -William Langland." You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. He removed your bra from your body. "Please don't do that again. I want you to be a good girl for me, okay?"

His eyes were sweet and gentle and you nodded your head. "I won't do it again." "Good." You felt one of his fingers plunge into you without warning and you let out a soft moan. He kissed down your body as he did so, his finger curling in that deep sweet spot you could never reach. "You want me to add another finger," he asked. "Fuck, yes." You felt another finger inside you and you grabbed the sheets.

You hated how skilled his fingers were. He hadn't even put his cock in you yet and you were already close to cumming on his fingers. He placed hickies on your neck, collarbone, stomach. He then got to your inner thighs. You squirmed around, moaning out his name. His fingers went faster as he lowered his head where you wanted him most. He felt your cunt clenching around his fingers and he smiled.

"Are you gonna cum, princess?" He flattened his tongue on your pussy and you almost screamed. "Answer me." "Yes, Spencer." His tongue flicked around your clit then he suckled on it. "Cum for me then." A string of curses flew from your mouth before you came. He drank your essence then lifted his head. He then licked his fingers clean. "You have a divine taste."

"You too, Spencer. Please let me taste you." Spencer nodded his head no. "You can do that later. This is about you and your pleasure, not mine." You knew better than to argue with him and kept your mouth shut. "I'll let you undress me," he said so quietly, you thought you were mistaken. You rose up, throwing his shirt off of him aggressively.

You then went for his belt, unbuckling it. You struggled with his pants zipper and he helped you with it. You then pulled his underwear off, eager for what was inside of it. The tip was flushed red and his cock looked painfully hard. "You like," Spencer asked teasingly. "Very much so." You could never get over how pretty his cock was although you had seen it thousands of times. He took in your shape and form for a while, just looking at you.

"You're so beautiful," he commented. It made you jealous you didn't have his eidetic memory. He gently got on top of you, placing his elbows beside your head. You felt him thrust inside and you both moaned at the feeling. You knew that by the time the night was over, the whole entire team would've probably heard you. He didn't go fast, but he went deep, hard, and slow. He was making love to you in such a delicious way.

You looked into his eyes, his face contorted into pleasure the same way as yours. You raked your nails along his back and he let out a beautiful moan. His pace sped up a little, his thrusts more forceful. Your eyes closed as you felt him hit your g-spot, a large moan of Spencer's name falling from your lips. "Don't close your eyes. I want you looking at me." His unkept curls fell in front of his face as he placed your leg around his waist.

You felt him go impossibly deeper inside of you and you could feel him in your stomach. "Spence, I'm c-close," you moaned out. His thrusts got a little sloppy, showing that he was close too. "Cum for me, princess." You let out more moans of his name and you came hard around his cock. He pulled out of you.

"Where do you want me to cum?" You pointed at your mouth and saw Spencer smile. He let you suck his cock a little, bobbing your head back and forth as you did so. You massaged his balls a bit and felt him cum in your mouth. You moaned at the taste and swallowed happily. You got off of him and laid back down.

"Feel better?" "Very," you responded. "I'm gonna grab a few items. I'll be back." A few seconds later, Spencer had a wet cloth in hand. He spread your legs open as he wiped in between them. He smiled at the hickies he placed on you and you let out a sigh.

"I was gonna wear something pretty but now I have to wear a turtleneck." He threw the cloth down and placed your hands in his. "You look pretty in everything you wear. And I love it and I love you." You kissed his forehead. "I love you too." "Now, let's take a shower." You couldn't help but to agree. Your stress was gone and you just knew you were going to get that criminal.

[folkreid]

do you think you could write a fluff with a little bit of smut where reid accidentally calls reader (she/her pronouns) mommy while they’re just relaxing at his place or something?

love all your works :) !!

OMG THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!!

i know you said a bit of smut buttttttttt there might sorta be a lot of smutttttt but not to much also sorry if it’s too short

slip up

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

TYPE: FLUFF/SMUT

WARNINGS: smut, mommy kink, oral sex, slight dom/sub dynamic, mentions of age gap. i think that’s it.

Y/n's POV

"Baby you're here" I say hugging Spencer as he stands in the door way. He smiles and laughs softly. "I thought you wouldn't be off of work till Friday" you let him in pulling away from the hug. "Case ended early" he smiles softly. "You look exhausted baby" I frown at my poor boy. He looks so tired.

"I am but I wanted to spend the day with you" he looks down at you. "Awe love let me take care of you go lie down on the couch" I give him a peck on the lips.

He lies down and I go to the kitchen to make us something to eat, I didn't have work today and i'm not tired at all so i'm okay with cooking. Some days I just don't want to do it at all.

I grab all the ingredients to make a soup i've been making since i was younger.

I finally finish the soup and head over to Spencer with a bowl for me and a bowl for him. "Here baby" I hand him the bowl. "Thank you" he whispers. I sit next to him as we start eating soup. We talk about his day at work, we talk about what i've been up to lately we talk about whatever comes to mind.

Spencer helps me wash the dishes and helps me clean up all the mess before lying down on the couch again. "Come cuddle with me please" he asks. I smile at his request and walk over to him. "Come here love" he lies his head in my boobs as I play with his hair.

"I love you so much baby" I whisper in his ear kissing his head. "I love you more mommy"

Mommy....?

His eyes widen. "Y/n i'm so sorry I didn't mean to s-say t-that" he stumbles over his words. "Babe calm down hey it's okay" I caress his face with my hand. I mean... mommy in bed wouldn't be to bad.

"Mommy sounds nice" you whisper playing with his bottom lip. "Y-You're not m-mad?" he asks looking up at you. "Why would I be mad love?"

He shrugs and begins to talk but you cut him off with a kiss. My hands go through his soft hair. I tug on it softly and he groans in my mouth. I smirk into the kiss. One of my hands goes down to his pants and pull down his zipper slowly pulling down the rest of his pants. He gets off the couch and takes them off quickly and comes back on the couch. "Eager boy" I joke. I pull him back into a kiss and start palming him through his boxers.

"What do you want Spence?" you whisper in his ear. "Touch me please" he breathes out. "Please what" I tease. "Please mommy" he whimpers. His whimpers are so hot.

I take his cock out of his underwear and grip it firmly. I let go for a second. I take off my shirt and bra throwing it across the living room. "Mommy's going to give you a hand job, can you suck on my boob while I do that?" I ask him. He nods and latches onto my boob. "You're such a good boy Spencer" I praise.

I grab his cock firmly. This man is gorgeous. I start moving my hand up and down hearing and feeling his whimpers and moans agains my boob. It goes on for a couple minutes before I could tell he was close. Him squeezing his eyes shut while he sucks slightly harder and his hips bucking up into my hand. "You wanna come baby?" he nods frantically. "Look me in the eyes and ask for it" I demand.

"Please mommy please let me finish" I smile at his response. "Cum for me"

He came all over his upper stomach and i start to clean it by licking it all off. "Stay still babe i'm trying to clean you up" he whines. I go back up to his face. "I want to taste you mommy"

"Anything for my lovely boy" I coo. I lie down on my back and Spencer goes in between my thighs. "I love you so much mommy" he whispers kissing my thighs. "I love you to Spencer"

I feel his tongue slide in between my folds. His tongue goes in and out of my entrance. He uses to fingers to spread my pussy. He puts tow fingers inside of my entrance creating a steady rhythm. "That feels so good" I throw my head back and close my eyes. I feel his tongue on my clit. "Oh god Spence" I moan trying to control my thighs from closing in on his face.

He curls his fingers up hitting that certain spot. "Right there Spencer please don't stop" I moan bucking my hips up slightly. I look down at him, forehead sweaty eyes close enjoying the moment. The sight of him could've made me finish. "Spencer fuck" I whine feeling myself come close. My legs shake and my eyes shut together before I finally release. He continues to eat me out through my orgasm.

He brings his face to mine kissing me gently. "Did I do good mommy?"

I should've known he had a mommy kink. I mean 1. I'm older. 2. He craves my validation and 3. His mom wants totally there his whole childhood.

"You did amazing my good boy" I kiss his lips gently. "Lie down baby" I smile at him.

He lies down and I get on top of him. "Ready baby?" he nods biting his lip. I line him up at my entrance. I slowly go down taking all of him in feeling him stretch me out. "Fuck babe you're so big" I throw my head back. I shift my weight to my upper body place my hands down on Spencers chest.

He has his hands on my waist. "Please please" he whispers. I smile at him, at the though of him loving me. "I love you so much love" I moan. I feel him hitting such a deep spot in me. It's amazing.

His eyes open and are now on me, well more like my chest. "I love you to mommy please come with me" his hand goes to my clit and starts rubbing it. "Okay baby on three. One, two, three" you guys both came. You feel his cum inside of you and you keep on riding him for a little bit more before flopping on the bed next to him. "Are you okay" I look at Spencer, he looked like a mess. His lips swollen and red, a little bit of tears, hair a mess, red and purple marks that I left all over him.

"I'm amazing" he replies.

I smile at my boyfriend. "Thank you Spencer" I whisper stroking his hair, his face in my boobs. "For what?" he asks looking up at me. I look down at him placing a peck on his nose. "For making me feel good" I say kissing him softly. I pull away. "No, thank you" he says.

We eventually drift off to sleep. The love of my life sleeping in my arms. Today was a good day.

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HOPE YOU LIKED THIS😄😄😄

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Take the Reins (sub! spencer)

Summary: After weeks of not being intimate together, Spencer tries to be the dominant one in bed to last longer, however, his attempts fail.

AN: guys this is basically porn bc it's smut with no plot lmao. Enjoyyy (i'm finally getting the groove and motivation back to write a little bit more!) <3

CW: daddy kink, mocking/teasing, sub spencer, bratty reader, dom reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation kink, worried about cumming to quickly, heavy petting

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Spencer and I's frenzied kisses sparked little fireworks throughout my veins as we made our way to bed.

It had been almost three weeks since Spence and I had sex because of piled up cases, and when I tell you the tension was built up between the both of us, I mean the tension was thick. The team could practically feel it as every time I so much as walked past Spencer or even looked in his direction, I would have a hard time focusing; and vice-versa.

It was difficult to even merely touch him as we were in a police station and I didn't want to get arrested for public indecency. Hotch had to seperate us so we didn't jump each other's bones in the SUV on the way to get the ME report.

So, as hungry little whimpers and moans flew from Spencer's mouth as soon as we kissed once we arrived back to our apartment, I knew that our cravings would soon be fulfilled. I pulled on the collar of his shirt as a means to bring him closer to my warm--but frantic touch, his hands coasting over every square inch of my body as soon as I got on top of him on the bed.

Clothes littered our apartment floor as our hunger only grew for one another.

Spencer's hands flew to my breasts and he began to toy with them, running his thumb across the hardened peaks. He then rolled my nipple between his fingers, making me cry out; my hips rutting against his. My back arched as he attached his lips to my right breast, looking up at me doe-eyed as I combed through his gelled hair with my fingers, a light hum emitting from the back of his throat.

He wrapped his arms around my waist as he sucked on each breast, sure to leave hickeys--however neither one of us cared one bit.

I looked down at him, admiring the way he strived to please me before I unlatched him from my nipple, a whine exiting his throat in protest.

I smiled, kissing him on the lips softly before bringing my left hand between our bodies to pull his boxer's down; his hardened cock straining against the material just begging for attention.

I removed his dick from the confinements of his boxers and stroked gently, Spencer pressing his head against my chest as he sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers dug into the skin of my back as I stroked him, spreading the precum that beaded from the head of his arousal down to the base of him.

"Y-Y/n," he stammered, his hips rutting up towards mine as I smirked.

"What is it, baby?" I asked through an innocent look, using my free hand to tug him by the back of his locks so his lips could meet mine in a soft kiss.

"I-I'm afraid I won't l-last long. I just want to feel you. P-please." he begged, his forehead pressed to my chest as he tried to control his breathing (and building-release).

Although I loved to tease the young doctor, I felt my hunger and need for him only grow as I stroked him, the tip of his dick red and his erection surely hurting.

So, I nodded softly, pressing his cock to seperate my folds as he whined. I sighed with delight, my cunt throbbing for more.

"This is all for you, Spence," I whispered, my head tilted back slightly as I began to press him inside of me. That was until he stopped me.

"W-wait," I looked at him in confusion, stopping my movements on him. "I-I won't last long if y-you're on top. Can we switch?"

My heart fluttered in my chest.

"Of course."

Thus, we switched positions, Spencer holding himself up by his forearms on either side of my head.

He pressed the head of his cock to my arousal and slowly began to enter me.

My back arched off the bed as low moans flew from our mouths.

"Look at you, taking charge," I managed to speak through staggered breathing as Spencer's eyes closed tightly, the feeling of my walls fluttering around him seemingly a lot to take in. "Maybe I should call you a nickname for your new dominant persona." I teased.

"Please," he whimpered, beginning to slowly move in and out of me as his eyes were still shut.

I ignored his plea. "What about.. Daddy? Do you like that, Spence? Do you want me to- fuck!- call you Daddy?"

His head fell to my neck as his thrusts quickened. A whine fell from his mouth as my fingernails dug into his back, goosebumps following the pathways of where my fingers traveled to next on the poor boy's body.

I smirked, "Look at me when you're fucking me, daddy." I pulled him up by his hair, Spencer moaning at the feeling as he thrusted deeper inside of me. His face hovered over mine, however his eyes still remained closed.

"I said, open your eyes." I tutted, yanking on Spencer's hair as he moaned loudly, beautiful curses flying from his mouth.

"I-I'm sorry, I just- fuck!- I want to last long and if I look at you, I won't." he cried, holding my body against him as he (still) thrusted slowly and deeply inside of me.

I smiled, bringing my head up to kiss his lips before I murmured on to them: "I told you what to do, so do it."

He whimpered, opening his eyes before tears fell from them.

"Oh, does that feel good, Daddy? Look how pathetic you are, crying as you fuck me." I pouted mockingly, my pussy tightening around his cock as he sobbed.

"Y-You- I'm sorry you just feel s-so good!" he squeaked, kissing my collar bones.

I exhaled softly at the feeling, his dick repeatedly hitting my sweet spot. And as amazing as it was; his thrusts were slow and controlled as he tried to milk our time together out, I needed more from him.

Putting my hands on either side of his head, I made him look into my eyes, my mouth agape.

I moaned dramatically, "Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

He groaned, but only quickened his pace by a little.

"Look at you, you can't even fuck me properly. You're pathetic." I mocked, making Spencer cry out, his dick twitching. He then held onto my hips, snapping his forward; his thrusts began to deepen and become more fervent as we both itched for our releases.

My stomach tightened as I brought a hand down between our bodies and rubbed my clit. The fact of what I was doing only made Spencer's pace quicken as he pounded into me. I was teetering off the edge of my orgasm.

His hips met mine each time as we fell into a rythm, the room sounding with lewd wet noises, whimpers, moans, and whines that only made the experience feel so much better than it already was.

"I'm good for you, I'm a very good boy!" he sobbed, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"You're such a good boy, Spence. So good for me," I whined, my walls beginning to flutter as my climax erupted from my veins, my legs immediately trying to enclose around his cock that was buried inside of me. He sucked on my breasts as he came not too far after, praising me.

"'Feel so good. I love you. I- You're so good to me." he murmured against my skin as his thrusts began to slow down, our bodies twitching slightly at our powerful climax aftermaths.

His hips slowed, and he began to pull out before I stopped him.

"A little longer, Spence." I whispered against his lips.

He blushed, collapsing onto my chest as he sucked on my breasts once more. I sighed at the feeling.

I combed my fingers through his chestnut locks that were now unruly from my constant tugging and combing.

"I love you, Y/n," he whispered, kissing my lips. I smiled up at him as I craned my neck upwards to kiss him back.

"I love you too, Daddy."

Spencer and I laughed for the time being, his half-hardened cock still embedded inside of me.

"I-I think after that, I will probably be a different type of Daddy." he joked, and I giggled, kissing his lips once more.

"I wouldn't complain."

[skiller0dani]

Sinful | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

//

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

//

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

//

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

[insufferablelust]

hi, uhm can I maybe request a dom!Spencer x sub!reader where they had a pretty intense session the night before, nothing they haven't done before, but the reader goes deep into subdrop when Spencer is at work and hesitates to call him but does it anyways?

Hello! thank you so much for the request, i really enjoyed writing this baby up although, this concept will have different vers, one is the dirtier with obvious smut which is this one and the other one- which is full of fluffs should be uploaded tomorrow. Thank you again, Love, D.

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, Subdrop, subspace, DDLG undertones, all the characters are 21+ years old, Tiny bit of degradation, soft and rough sex at the same time, its just so cute yet fucking filthy.

MASTERLIST

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when Y/N woke up this morning, she never thought she would get to the point of crying out of frustration and desperation. She woke up with an arm around her waist, warm breathing against the back of her neck, and a hard on that pressed against her bum.

She giggled then, feeling how her boyfriend grinds his hips against her in his sleep. Spencer was letting out grunts and groans, which you appreciate because that shows how much he wants you even in his sleep. Last night’s events tire the both of you to no end, it was your second anniversary and after a candlelit dinner underneath the stars, you both spent the rest of the night making love— or rather, fucking. hard. everywhere you could possibly think of.

Y/N and Spencer had recently moved into a new apartment together as an anniversary present for the both of them. Spencer called last night’s activities was a way for them to christened the place, laid their claim on it, which Y/N thought was silly but still giggled with him anyway. The sex was amazing, as always, Spencer was rough just as how she likes it, but something about last night was so good— so good that it almost becomes too much.

It was rather clear that their dynamics are always harmonious; most of the times Y/N is the submissive, and Spencer loves it. Last night showed how much control he has over her, starting by telling her to take off her panties at the restaurant and to place them on top of the desk before stuffing them inside his suit pocket, to fucking her against every available surface imaginable inside their apartment, resulting in a pretty intense sub drop from Y/N and a very concerned yet caring Spencer.

Reid knows just how much she could take it, and he had to admit that he was really pushing her limits, but she trusts her to always say her safe word if she ever feels like its too much. From the way her lips quivered, her thighs trembled, her body shook, and her voice high pitched calling him spew of, “daddy.. sir.. i love you, ‘m a good girl right?” whilst her eyes burning holes onto his own suggests just how deep she was inside her sub space.

So, they both did their usual after care routine, and Spencer managed to coaxed her out of the intense head space an hour later after reading her 3 different books. Y/N’s head was definitely clearer yet she still feels fuzzy and almost as if she was flying, deep down she knew that she was still inside that space—practically swimming in them but she refused it, knowing how tired Spencer must be from spoiling her that night, so she convinced him that she was back, she was a big girl.

And their night ended at that, with them wrapping their arms around each other and asleep, though one thing for sure was all that Y/N could think of are ways to please him, and to be good for him.

———

so when Spencer was practically grind himself against her backside, she immediately thought that she needed to please him— not that she minds, its just that it was so early, and her headspace becomes more fuzzy, almost blurring the lines of submission play and actual submission in life.

She turned around as Spencer woke up from his deep slumber, grunting a small “Baby” that instantly has her clenching her thighs, she leaned down to nip at his neck softly as her fingers move down to trail themselves all over his crotch, earning a pleased hum from the sleepy man beside her.

“Being such a good girl for me, it’s so early too.” He rasped, making you more needy than before, you lived off of the praises he gave you—always has even if you’re not in the headspace, she’s a sucker for compliments and praises especially from her wonderful boyfriend and daddy.

“Just for you.. daddy.”

He should’ve caught it then, the way she clings into him, the way she practically begged to have him in her mouth, the way she drools all over his cock, the way she cries as he fucked her nice and hard that morning, the way her eyes focused solely on his, the way her moans are all high pitched whines that sounded like a kitten, or the way she begged for him to leave bruising marks on her body— as a way to remind herself— and him, or everybody that dared to look at his beautiful baby that she’s his only.

He fucked her almost as hard as he did the night before, the adrenaline clearly still affects him in more ways than one. When they both cums, Y/N just trembled like a leaf inside his hold, her lips sucking on his thumb like it was her favorite pacifier— it actually is.

“Gonna be okay, little one?” The way he had asked sent her to an alerting state, she knew automatically that he needed to go to work, and in order for him to do his job, she’ll need to stay home and wait for him like a good girl, daddy’s good girl.

“Mhm! yes yeah!” Her voice was still super high pitched, which he seemed to take a notice but decided to let it pass because he heard his phone rang then and there, signaling that there might be a case. So he pressed a small kiss on her lips after he had cleaned them up and goes downstairs to pick up the phone leaving Y/N all alone, showered and fresh yet still way too fuzzy.

Her lips pouted, looking for an excuse to just huff at her boyfriend for being so busy on a friday morning, but she knew if she gets too clingy, he’ll be late— late means suspension— suspension means.. so many childish thoughts ran through her mind as she whined out loud before getting up, knuckling her eyes and head down to the kitchen to make the both of them breakfast.

——

As Y/N managed to plate the pancakes messily, Spencer hurriedly went to the bar sitting counter and smiled as he admired the sight in front of him, “You look so good, it’s a shame that we have a case..” He mumbled as he sipped on his coffee, clearly not noticing how Y/N stopped her movement altogether, as she trembled a bit before scolding herself inside.

“umm.. will it be uh a long one?” He could immediately tell from her distinct voice that there’s something wrong, with furrowed eyebrows, he stood up, rolled his sleeves and then hug her waist from behind to place an adoring kiss on top of her head.

“It’s local, don’t think it’ll be that long— are you going to be okay, princess?” He cooed,

Y/N desperately wanted to say No! no she won’t be okay cause she needs him to be her safe haven, she needs his love, affection and warmth— she needs her daddy. But the voices disturbed her from her needs, scolding her to not be clingy and annoying and that she would have to be a big girl today, so she took a sharp breath and tried to deepened her voice, “No, no at all honey. Just get back home as- um soon as you can..”

She cringed at the tone as it was as fake as it could get, and of course her boyfriend noticed it yet before he could make any comments, his phone rang again, and he sighed, “I promise as soon as we find the unsub, i’ll come home to you.” He smiled, pressing a hurried kiss on your lips, before grabbing a slice of pancake and ran out the door with a “love you!” as he closed it.

This is definitely going to be a long day.

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After Spencer had left, and done munching your pancakes, you grabbed your phone then hurried upstairs to bury your face on his pillow to pick up any of his calming scent.

It was primal really, your needs for him is always primal— where you need your fix soon or you could go crazy. And this is one of those times where you just want to be taken care of and fucked to oblivion. Your thighs tighten against themselves as your mind drifted back to last night’s events— you could still feel the burning sensation of his length stretching your cunt, and the dull pain on the mark right on top of your pulse.

Y/N wanted so desperately to touch herself, just have some sort of release, but her submissiveness never allowed her to do so as she remembered the rules her boyfriend— her dominant has laid out for her,

‘Tell me whenever you feel fuzzy, small, or any type of head space, communication is key.’

‘Absolutely no touching and no cumming unless it’s under my permission and mine only.’

As she feels her sweet nectar dripped onto the sheets, her trembling fingers reached out to grab her phone and call Spencer immediately. After no more than two ringings, his voice rang through her ears like molasses.

“Hey baby, are you okay? are you hurt? i’m just finishing up here— turns out they got the guy to confessed even before we arrived.” Gigantic amount of relieve washes over you as you tried not to sound off your whines, surely hearing the way he was stuffing his belongings onto his satchel.

“No dad- i mean no um no si- ugh i mean no i’m not hurt but i..” you stopped midway, holding back a painful whimper as you grind your hips into the mattress and feel the overwhelming pleasure that comes from it- upon hearing the estranged whimper, Spencer stopped his movement altogether and voiced out his worries.

“Hey hey little tiger, slow down. Shh, you can tell me whats wrong okay?” He bit his lips as he thought of her, and suddenly realizing what this must be, “Hey kitten, just talk to daddy okay? daddy’s here.” He looked around to see that nobody’s around him on the elevator before saying it to you.

His confirmation was proven by the choked out cries you let out suddenly, muttering ‘daddy please! need you!’ and nuzzling your nose deeper into his pillow to fill every fiber of your soul with his scent.

Spencer would be lying if he said that he wasn’t turned on beyond belief as he hopped inside his car and quickly turning his engine on; yet he also feels stupid and useless as a dom; a boyfriend to have left his girl, his sensitive fuzzy minded girl alone without taking care or pay enough attention to her state.

“Shh princess hey hey..” He tried to calm her down, as he sped down the road— but hearing his voice made her cry even louder for him, for him to come home. “Y/N, quit it right fucking now.” He demanded, voice laced thick with faux authority- he didn’t mean to be so harsh but he needed her to stop crying so he could take care of her, he could sworn that his heart break as he heard her sudden gasp with a following, “Sorry sir, ‘m sorry.”

“Listen to me, i’m on my way home okay? i need you to stay on the phone with daddy. Can you do that, little one?” He cooed gently, making sure to punctuate every single word so her fuzzy mind could make an actual sense out of his words.

——

When Spencer arrived to their shared room, his inner caregiver was screaming at himself for not paying enough attention to her. There she is, his gorgeous girlfriend’s body— laid face and belly down on top of their satin sheets, as she rocks her hips into tiny cute movements that made him cooed.

Y/N turned around when she feels his warming presence beside her, quickly letting out a choked out whimper as she shuffled close to him and nuzzle her nose onto her thighs before Reid scooped the frazzled girl into his lap and buried her face on his neck.

“Shh shh, there she is, there’s my good girl.” He whispered gently, rocking both of them on the bed, her cries died down quickly as she nuzzled her nose deeper into the crook of her boyfriend’s neck, her limbs were sprawled out all over him.

“Sorry daddy.. i didn’t— i didn’t mean to disturb you or or— please don’t punish me,” Spencer’s heart breaks once more at the soft tone of his girlfriend, gently cupping her face on both palm as he smiled and shook his head, pressing measly kisses all over her face.

“Of course i won’t punish you baby, you’ve been so good, my best girl.” Her small giggles instantly melt him, as he leaned in to kiss her lips softly, savoring her neediness and desire, practically sucking her soul with every tantalizing bite and suck of his tongue on hers.

Y/N couldn’t help to move her hips against his crotch greedily, spewing out squeaks of whimpers and whines onto his lips. Spencer groaned harshly as he feels his cock harden underneath her touch, pulling back from her lips as he reached his palm downwards to cup her clothed gently, causing her to gasped out loud- “Oh! Daddy!” to which Spencer hummed, and starts to rub his large palm directly on top of her clit.

His long slender fingers slipped past her panties and tugged them down her ankles before tossing them to the side, then he gently laid her down on the bed before taking off the rest of her clothes and his as well- leaving them both naked, skin-to-skin against each other, spreading each other’s warmth like how Y/N has been craving. He smiled softly as he sees how perfectly soft his girlfriend is, leaning down to gently kiss her lips before whispering, “Daddy’s going spoil you rotten now alright?” He grinned before moving his kisses downwards.

“Yes..yes yes please,” All you could do was moan and whine, your skin was on fire— sensitive to the core, as his lips attached itself to the flushness of your cunt, pressing soft gentle kisses onto the very top of your bundle of nerves.

The ministration alone caused you to buck your hips, “Daddy—“ your whines were stopped by the sudden overwhelming pleasure as Spencer’s tongue collect your wetness before spreading them so expertly accords your labia.

Little uh uh uh’s is the only sounds that came out of your lips, with following gasps. Your body trembled as he managed to sucked on your clit harshly whilst his fingers slip inside your warm wet walls. He thrust his fingers slowly, as his gaze stayed upon your eyes adoringly admiring how you thrash around the bed, lips bitten red— pleading with him— begging for his cock.

“What do you want, little one?” He leaned his flushed cheeks against your thighs as he worked your cunt gently, the tips of his huge fingers pressing onto the very spot that has you cumming in seconds, but you refused to— you would never cum without his permission, you’re his after all— therefore daddy has to be the one that give your orgasm to you.

“P-Please.. want your— ungh! want your cock!” the way Y/N’s lips pouts, sent overwhelming amount of warmth through his veins, as he chuckled, finally pulling his fingers out of your walls before crawling back up and pressed those very wet fingers on top of your lips.

“Open.” Was his only command, and you eagerly obeyed, sucking onto his middle and index fingers greedily— lapping up your juices off of him as you bat your eyelash. “Such a perfect little girl for me, you want my cock huh? that what you want baby?” He taunted, his other sets of fingers traced around your hair, tucking them behind your ear.

You nodded eagerly, mumbled a loud please! through his fingers— you didn’t care that you’re practically choking and gagging on his ridiculously hot long fingers; the only thing you cared about is making him feel good, being a good girl for him.

“Careful little love, we don’t want your cute throat to bruise now hm?” He cooed, prying his fingers away from your mouth, tapping them against your cheeks as he went on his knees; on the bed, and hiked your legs up his shoulder so his cock was practically touching your slit perfectly.

“Daddy..” You felt like crying, finally being able to feel him pushing himself inside you slowly, feeling every burn of the stretch, and the warm fire that settled deep inside your belly at the feeling of his cock nudging on your cute tummy, “Daddy—daddy..” Your cries becomes louder as he bottomed out completely, letting out strings of curses and ‘fucking love this tight pussy.’

“Shh it’s alright Princessa. Here hold your bear for me okay? hold onto him real tight, because daddy’s going to fuck you dumb now.” His voice was so venomous and electrifying that your hips bucked out of anticipation and your walls tighten involuntarily. You took the bear from his grasp before tucking the stuffed animal under your neck and clutching onto it tightly, “T-Thank you s-sir, please.. now?”

Spencer groaned for a moment as he let his feral need taken over him, pounding in and out of you with a brutal pace, his nails pushed deep on your inner thighs as you helplessly clutching onto the soft fur of your teddy bear.

Your moans were incoherent, your brain was completely fuzzy, and your soul was satisfied fully as Spencer thrust his cock deeper and if possible— even faster making you scream out in pleasure and pain. His eyes locked with yours, as he spewed out strings of curses, loudly.

“Fuck— such a perfect darling little thing for me, such a good fuck doll.” His words should’ve hurt but if it did something to you, it just made your walls clenched tightly— suffocating his cock, causing him to bucked his hips harder that the tip brushed against your cervix. “Oh!” Was the only thing you could let out weakly, feeling your body overcome with ridiculous amount of pleasure and yet you still want more— more of him.

“could practically see your tummy bulge like that baby, so fuckin perfect.” He cooed before continuing to fuck you into oblivion, his free thumb reached down to pinch and rub your clit, in which brought you closer and closer to your mind-blowing climax.

“Wanna cum baby? yeah?” He whispered, feeling himself getting close— he couldn’t help it when you looked like this, like a perfect little girl for him, with your arms clutching around the homemade stuffed bear and your eyes rolled as you’re nearing your orgasm.

“Yes please! daddy may i? may i? please i’ve been so— oh ungh! good!”

At the sound of her half-coherent neediness, Spencer let out a gruff mumbling of “Cum now, cum now little baby, thats it good girl— oh fuck daddy’s going to cum too, princess.” he warned, closing his eyes shut as he finally spilled his warmth inside your cunt, jerking his hips couple of times to make sure its all inside.

——

Your body was trembling as he held your close, wiping your skin gently with a very soft warm cloth— you had desperately begged for a bubble bath right after the sex, but he refused saying that it was too dangerous considering how fragile you are right now.

Although your mind has cleared out a bit, you still feel the fuzziness as he clothed you, fed you a granola bar and tipped your head back so you could drink slowly. “There is my good baby, I love you so much, Y/N.” He said tenderly yet somewhat convincingly.

Convincing enough to snapped you out of your daze, staring confusedly at him yet noticing what happened immediately. “S-Spencer?” You croaked out, wetting your lips as he smiled softly and laid down beside you,

“Hey Y/N.” He whispered, as much as he love his little girl, nothing and no one could beat how head over heels he is for his girlfriend. “I.. love you.. so much.” You managed to whimpered out, tucking your face onto the crook of your neck, “Sorry i got so fuzzy like that.”

His heart clenched as he heard her, “Hey no. It was my fault that i didn’t coaxed you this morning and i’m so sorry baby.” He apologized sweetly, causing you to giggle and wrapped your tired self all over his body and nods,

“Already forgiven, Doctor.”

With few more laughter and short pillowtalk— it doesn’t take long for you both to drift off comfortably, wrapped around each other in happiness.

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[writing-in-april]

Surprise Pretty Boy

Spencer x Female Reader

Summary- You haven’t had sex in a while, because of your job and your infatuation with Spencer Reid. You proposition him for sex and have a big surprise waiting for him.

Warnings- Smut, soft sub Spencer/ dom reader, nipple piercings (female), oral (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

A/n- this is my first smut, I’m a little nervous to post tbh. This is edited but only a bit and also my requests are open! Some of the formatting is weird too I’m on mobile sorry!

Masterlist

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I needed to fuck the shit out of someone, it’s been too long at this point. I couldn’t even remember the last fuck I had, I think it was 8 months ago at a bar. It didn’t help that I rarely got out of the house because of my job, the BAU never slept so neither did I.

We had just gotten home from a stressful case that almost ended in disaster. All I wanted to do at this point was unwind by having a mind blowing orgasm but there were no men or women in sight. Unless I went for Spencer who I had a massive crush on, he was honestly the reason I stopped getting laid. I just couldn’t get railed by a one night stand without thinking of him, it got too weird and I just wanted the real thing.

I was so desperate tonight that I might shoot my shot, we just happened to be the last ones in the office doing paperwork. My horny mind had been preventing me from being fully productive all day, but I had finally finished my massive stack of reports. Spencer often took on the slack of everyone else when it came to paperwork, something that I’ll never understand, but he did look cute when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration trying to write as fast as he could. God I just wanted to break him. Maybe I would deny him orgasms all night or ride him into the sunset and watch his whimpering face as he begs me to stop after making him cum multiple times.

Spencer has noticed that I was unashamedly staring and he shot me an inquisitive look.

“You ok?” His voice snapped me out of my x-rated daydream.

“Yeah just thinking.”

“About?” He scrunched his nose in typical Spencer fashion. Fuck it, I’ll be honest with him, he was too cute for me to not at least attempt to make a move.

“How much I want to fuck you” I stated bluntly, a look of shock spread across his face.

“Y-you want to w-what?” His voice started to raise a few octaves, getting to that squeaky pitch that made me want him even more.

I slowly sauntered over to his desk chair and swung my legs around him so I was straddling him. His big brown eyes had become as wide as saucers and he started stuttering, his hands betrayed his nervous persona as they immediately sat above my ass.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Spencer” I said with conviction, he gulped hard and sighed deeply mulling over the thoughts racing through his head.

“I-I want y-you to fuc-ck me, can we go back to your place?”

I nodded a yes to him “Only one rule tonight Spencer, I’m in charge. Is that ok with you?” He bobbed his head back in a yes, then we both got our things and raced to the elevator.

I pulled Spencer into my car with a promise of giving him a ride to work tomorrow, and probably broke 50 traffic laws on the ride home.

We both bolted out of the car and stumbled through my doorway in a heated make out session once I finally got the door to open. I pushed him against my closed front door and slipped my tongue into Spencer’s mouth fully dominating the kiss. My arms fully enveloped his larger frame and I started to tug him over to my couch so I could fully enjoy him.My legs swung over his lap straddling him for the second time that night. We continued to make out on the couch like horny teenagers for what felt like bourse until Spencer started to paw at my blouse. I leaned in to start kissing and biting on his collarbone that was peaking out from under his button up. My lips slowly worked their way up the column of his throat and I bit on the shell of his ear, which let me hear a gorgeous moan.

“I have a surprise for you pretty boy” I breathily whispered into his ear as I dragged my palm across his jaw. He let out a gorgeous whine and rutted his hips up into me. He was in for a shock, I had gotten my nipples pierced when I was younger to make them more sensitive. I hope Spencer would appreciate as much as I did.

I slowly peeled my shirt off my figure, I had no bra on and my pierced nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. Spencer’s eyes widened and he let out a little beautiful squeak at the sight.

“You like what you see?” I smirked and batted my eyelashes. All he could do was nod eagerly in response, he greedily leaned forward and almost immediately wrapped his mouth around my nipple. I moaned at the sudden contact and I started to grind on his hard crotch again. His mouth continued to suckle on my bud combined with the hard metal as his other hand came to pinch my other nipple.

Was it possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation? Normally I’d say no, but the way Spencer’s mouth sucked on my bud was getting me off better then most guys with their hand down my pants. Plus the way his bulge was hitting right at my clothed clit was almost enough to push me over the edge. Spencer must have sensed how close I was and snuck one of his hands in my pants. He deftly worked his finger on my clit which pushed me over the cliff.

“Oh my god Spencer” I moaned out as I rode out my first high of the night. His eyes raked over my form in awe, I had no doubt that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

After I had come down I slowly slid down onto my hard wood floors not really caring for the pain from being on my knees.

“Thank you Spencer, you were such a good boy” Even though I was the one down on my knees I was still in full control.

Spencer’s pupils were blown wide in lust as I undid his belt buckle and pulled his boxers and slacks down all at once.

I bit my lip as I got a good look at what Spencer was packing not to thick but god was it long. I moaned in anticipation of how good the stretch would feel but for now I just wanted my mouth to work its magic.

He was already painfully hard but I wanted to tease him a bit more so I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. I was purposely barely gripping him, I wanted to see how desperate I could make him. His eyes had shut at this point, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a breathy moan.

“Please do something” he gasped out, so I slowly leaned forward and took his head in my mouth but I still barely gave him the relief he was looking for. He hadn’t begged enough yet.

He tried to apply pressure on my head, I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the couch.

“Holy shit y/n please!” His raspy voice was raised to an octave I didn’t think was possible. So I finally relented taking him back as far as possible into my throat and precum filled my mouth as an indicator of his desire. The sounds that Spencer was making were music to my ears, he moaned loud each time I took him to the back of my throat. I could tell that he was about to cum so I suddenly pulled my mouth off of him with a soft pop.

He whined at the loss of contact, he almost looked like a baby that had gotten his candy taken away.

“Don’t worry baby boy I want you to cum inside me instead. Is that alright with you?” He seemed to enjoy the nickname and bit his lip nodding his head once more.

“Y/n please fuck me.” I loved hearing him beg like the good boy he was. I crawled up into his lap again and slowly sunk down onto his length letting myself feel every ridge of his cock. Spencer moaned the loudest he had all night, which I didn’t even think was possible. His breath was shaky and I could tell it was taking all of his will not to thrust up into me, he was being a good boy by waiting patiently.

Once I adjusted to his length I started to bounce on him making him even more breathless then before. Then Spencer pulled me closer to him and started to play with my nipples again, I could tell he fully appreciated my piercings.

“Your such a good boy Spencer always taking care of me.” I gasped out, my hands wound through his hair and pulled his head back hard. His blissed our state was an amazing sight to see, his mouth was open in a gasp, his eyes were barely open and in a glassy state.

“I’m so close y/n” he whimpers our pitifully

“I’m close to baby boy help me get there with you” My words barely escaped coherently but he understood bringing one of his hands off of my ass to my clit. His large dexterous fingers rubbed tight circles on my clit and suddenly my vision turned white.

After I rode out my high my focus was back on Spencer.My lips sucked beautiful hickies onto his neck that would be a pain to cover up, I honestly didn’t care at this point.

“C’mon baby boy cum for me” I gently coaxed him to his release in a few last hard bounces. His strangled moans accompanied with the ropes he shot into me helped me into another small orgasm that I barely registered was on the brink.

“Holy shit” I gasped out after I had somewhat caught my breath. I started to get up to go to the bathroom, so I’d prevent a UTI when Spencer’s arms wrapped around my frame.

“Stay” he breathlessly whispered.

“I’ll come back and cuddle but I really don’t want a UTI Spencer. You’d be the first one to remind me of that.” He relented and let go, my feet padded through my apartment everything else quiet as I made my way to the bathroom. After I had relieved myself I grabbed a washcloth to clean him up as well. I made my way back to his sleepy form cleaning him up and I let him envelope me again after I was done. We cuddled naked in silence for a while waiting for someone to bring up the awkwardness that would surely come up after a night like this.

I knew that Spencer would never be the one to make the first move, just like with my request to fuck him so I decided to take another leap of faith tonight.

“Spencer”I quietly whispered bringing him out of his thoughts “I don’t think of you as a one night stand or a friends with benefits I truly like you. I-I’d like to go on a date if you want to?” He looked a little surprised also mixed with relief? I couldn’t tell as I waited in bated breath for his answer.

“I’d like that to y/n, I was honestly scared you’d only want this to be a one time thing” he admitted meekly, I basically lunged at him kissing his beautiful lips.

“Round 2?” I asked between kisses

“Only if this time I can be in charge?” He cheekily asked.

“Oh definitely Sir”

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[juniorgman187]

The Unsaid (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: Spencer and Reader spend Halloween doing something unforgettable.

Category: Smut *NSFW Content 18+  A/N: This is my first time writing smut and I promise I’ll try to improve and not make it so cringy next time Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: cursing, choking, unprotected sex/creampie, penetrative sex, Dom! Spencer Word Count: 4.3K

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Call it cliche, but you looked fucking hot. 

Pigtails on either side of your head were tied with a red ribbon bow. Your white polo button up wasn’t buttoned at all but rather, secured with a knot right at your sternum. The shirt was pulled so taut, cleavage was showing. Just south of your red plaid, pleated mini skirt was white knee high socks with little bows at the top seam. You wanted to wear black heels, but they would’ve killed you by the end of the night, so you settled for the next best thing - black high top Chucks. 

Hell yeah - you were a sexy schoolgirl. Granted, you had to keep it somewhat P.G for the younger trick-or-treaters, but you didn’t mind giving the hot single dad’s a little show. At some point, you actually stopped checking the peephole and took your chances, not minding running the risk of high school trick-or-treaters on your doorstep seeing a little more leg than deemed appropriate. After hours of handing out candy, you tried not to lose your charm despite your exhaustion. That worked in your favor. 

When you heard your doorbell ring, something in you told you that it wasn’t a little kid knocking, so you provocatively leaned on the door frame once you opened it. And your instincts were right - for the most part. 

At first glance, it was like you were looking at a living paradox. His boyishly charming face and unwillingness to meet your eyes for longer than a couple seconds made him seem so young but how he was dressed reminded you of your grandpa’s church attire. Unabashedly, you eyed him up and down, whereas he was looking . . . respectfully. Yeah - that’s the word. Respectfully.

You crossed your arms over your chest, making your breasts push together further. This caught his eye, but he tried to pretend it didn’t. 

“Mmm, alright, I give up. Whatcha dressed as? Sexy professor?” You flirted. He cleared his throat, evidently unused to the forwardness you were exhibiting. “A federal agent actually,” He answered, flipping open a badge to reveal his credentials. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

Your demeanor completely changed. Your posture straightened out and you dropped the smirk on your face. You were rendered speechless, so you wordlessly nodded. 

“My name’s Dr. Spencer Reid. Um, can I come inside?” His voice was so sweet, it was misleading. Were you in trouble? If so, why was he being so nice? 

You did your best not to feel scrutinized while he observed the interior of your house. He was paying special attention to all of the Halloween decors. You thought you saw him smiling as he accidentally walked through a fake spider web because he was so tall. You took the seat straight across from him making things feel sort of like a homemade interrogation, what with the singular dim light hanging above the two of you as you sat opposite one another.

“I think maybe I should change into something more . . . appropriate.” You were about to get up from your seat when he stood up and put his hand up to stop you.

“That won’t be necessary. Here.” He jerked his dark gray cardigan off of himself and handed it to you before sitting back down. You stood there, clutching his large sweater in your hand. It happened so fast you didn’t have time to process. 

“Um, thank you.” You slipped it over yourself and pulled it closed across your chest with crossed arms. 

“Yeah, no problem.” He said with cool indifference. You thought this would’ve been a bigger deal - an FBI agent handing you his sweater - but his display of equanimity made you choose not to pay any more attention to it than you already did. 

He began asking you questions about the neighborhood, the people, even about the town. You became acutely uneasy with every question you answered, hoping you were saying the right things. It wasn’t like you were guilty of anything, but being interrogated like this just put you on-edge. You hoped that he was able to distinguish that the source of your anxiousness came from the situation, and not from any possible criminal activity that could be related to the case he was working on. 

As curious as you were about why he was asking these questions, to begin with, you thought it might actually be better not to know. Otherwise, you might grow paranoid, but still, you couldn’t help but ask the obvious - “Should I be worried?”

“Not at all. And if you do find something suspicious, just give me a call.” He reached inside his satchel and retrieved a card to hand to you with all of his contact information on it. 

“So how do I know you’re not actually the guy I should be suspicious of and this was all just to get me off your radar? Or a ruse to get into my house?” You joked, flipping the card between your index and middle finger. 

He had to chuckle at this. “Well, if you truly suspected something about me, why would you open the door for me?” He crossed his arms and put them on the table. “What was it about me that told you I was trustworthy enough to cross the threshold?” 

Without missing a beat, you told him, “You wouldn’t hurt me.” 

You’d never spoken with that kind of confidence or speed before, but something incredibly right about what you said. 

He wouldn’t hurt you. You just knew.

“What makes you think I won’t?” His question sounded serious, but you swore there was some sort of a sexual undertone in his voice. 

You tried to think of a satisfactory answer, but all you knew for sure what that your gut was telling you he wasn’t bad. Maybe it was something soft about his eyes, maybe the color that resembled sweet honey.

“A hunch, I guess?” 

He seemed delighted that his smoldering intensity had an effect on you. He was proud of how the heat of this moment alone shook your confident core. He caused you to revert back into a blubbering mess after he looked at you. You were intimidated by him. 

“So you’re not scared of me?” However, you chose to answer him would build up his ego either way. Because even if you lied, your body language wouldn’t. It would tell the truth and nothing but. 

You tried your best to make your voice smooth, and free of shakiness caused by fear. “No, I’m not scared of you.” 

‘Well, you should be.’ His eyes seemed to say. 

That’s when he reached both hands onto one side of the table and pushed, causing the table to slide out of the way. Like how a prey bolts when the predator nears, you shot up from the chair and backed up into the nearest wall. Theoretically, it wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to escape, but you didn’t want to escape - you wanted him to attack. You liked it. 

Spencer’s massive hands encased your neck completely, occasionally adjusting the force with which he used to choke you. Sometimes he’d let go, just for a second, so you could breathe, but it only made things crueler because, in the next breath, or lack thereof, he’d tighten his grip and choke out any air you were gasping for. Before you started seeing stars, you watched his eyes. They were darker than wine. He was enjoying this.

While your head lolled backward, the rest of your body seemed to tranquilize too. You had no control of your movements, so your body was shed of his cardigan when your arms straightened by your sides. You were like a rag doll. A toy. 

You were completely submissive to him. He had you under a spell that was cast by the magic of his dominant touch. 

“Still think I won’t hurt you?” He growled into your ear. He was so close you could actually smell him and feel the heat radiating off his body. 

He loosened the noose he made with his hands so you could speak. 

“You want to . . . but you won’t.” You replied between short breaths. 

Finally, he removed his hands completely, making your feet crash hard onto the ground. You didn’t even grasp that he was suffocating you using such a firm grip that you actually levitated off the ground. He managed to hold all of your weight and lift you up just by bracing your neck. 

“You can hurt me if you want,”

He looked too eager to hear you say that, making you want to fight for dominance.

“But only if I get to do what I want to do, too.” 

His sweet honey eyes intensified with fervor.

He put one hand on the wall and leaned forward, shortening the distance between you two. Soon enough your faces are millimeters apart. You look down at his soft lips with doe eyes, so he feels comfortable making the first move to kiss you. At first, it’s gentle and hesitant. A total departure from the dominance he was displaying just seconds before. But then he sneaks his free hand into your hair and pushes your head slightly to deepen the kiss. 

Not even meaning to, he bucked his hips forward, making your back arch against the wall. Reid takes this opportunity to remove his hand from the wall and place it on the small of your back. Slowly and sloppily, he moves away from your lips to leave a trail of kisses down your chin, neck, and onto your collarbone. Meanwhile, his hand has traveled up to the knot that secured your button up, and in one swift tug, the knot came undone.

“You are way too good at that.” You breathlessly acknowledge, shrugging the shirt off of yourself. 

You feel him smirk against your skin. 

Cocky bastard. 

His ever growing desire to see more of you overcomes him, and he can’t stop after just removing your shirt. So with the same unbridled passion he used to choke you, he pulled at the hem of your skirt, forcing it down and off of you. Threads practically ripped at the vigor of his actions. 

He must’ve recognized a look in your eyes that said he was a little overdressed in comparison to you because he didn’t stop you when you pulled at his tie and worked it free, so he could unbutton his shirt.

With your body nearly bare and the only thing stopping him from railing you being his pants, he continued the deed. Reid puts a hand on the back of your thigh to hike your leg up. You gasp at the hasty change in positions. He was as ravenous as a predator, but his hunger was something only you could satiate - and he was hungry for more.

Spencer left a trail of wet kisses from your collarbone, to your sternum, and then along your tummy. All the while, your leg is still hiked up. When Spencer goes on bended knee, your leg rests on his shoulder, keeping your legs spread out.

“Tell me what you want.” He commands, before placing slow kisses along your inner thigh. 

“I-” You’re at a total loss for words as Spencer’s kisses deliberately inch closer and closer.

“Is this what you want?” 

In an almost chivalrous way, rather than taking your panties off and leaving you completely exposed, he pulls them to one side, giving him complete access.

“Yes. Yes.” You cry out, while you watch Spencer briskly lick his middle and ring finger. 

Your body betrays you when he grazes his fingers along your lips, teasing you. You’re almost certain your legs would’ve given out underneath you if it hadn’t been for Reid stabilizing you with a steady hand on the leg that wasn’t hooked over his shoulder. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He purrs, slowly easing into the penetration. It’s almost worse having him enter you so unhurriedly as the process of adjusting to his fingers is drawn out. He refuses to increase his speed, wanting to see her beg for more. 

“Does that feel good?” 

You nod.

“Use your words, love.” 

“Yes, yes, it does.”

Your validation does the trick. He begins to sink into you deeper and faster. You begin to fight for breath as Spencer curls his fingers. Until he knows you’re on the brink of finishing, his pace is relentless. You were so close, but devilishly, he pulled out.

“Spencer!” You yell, but before enough of your scream makes a sound, he plunges his fingers deep into your mouth, to taste yourself on them. This gesture is well received as you begin to suck on his fingers, pleasing him greatly. 

“Good girl.” He utters. 

You let your eyes drop from his honey ones to the growing bulge in his pants. For you cannot speak, you peer down at his pants and up at his eyes to ask for permission. He nods once and watches as you begin to unzip his trousers.

As you palm him through his briefs, you feel the warmth of his precum through the fabric. Without being able to control yourself, you lowered his briefs just enough to completely reveal him. Your eyes enlarge at the sight. 

“You like that?” He coos. 

You still can’t speak with Spencer’s fingers in your mouth so you nod instead. 

Graciously, Spencer gives you room to breathe by taking his appendages out of your mouth and uses them instead to grip your hips and turn you away from him. He slammed the front of your body into the wall, causing your cheek to press against it. 

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” It was so bewildering how he managed to say things like that, proving he cared about you, but still dominated you with unrelenting aggression. 

“Do you want me to wear -” You didn’t even let him finish his question. You cut him off by arching your butt so it would graze over his cock. In this, you gave him your answer. Your body yearned for him and you desperately needed to feel him raw.

Unlike when he was fingering you earlier, he accelerated his movements. He fucked you with an animalistic speed. You didn’t even have time to adjust to his full length before he pulled back and thrust again. His pelvis rammed into your ass so hard with each forward movement that would surely leave bruises on you both. 

What you felt was indescribable. The pain would be quickly replaced by pleasure, only for you to feel pain again. You didn’t know why, but it felt so good. He was hurting you, but in the best kind of way. Your bodies were tangling and merging. The heat that circulated in the air around you and the humidity emitting from your skin was ruthless. 

On fire. 

That’s what you felt - on fucking fire. 

Spencer’s strokes picked up and started hitting you in a spot that made you cry out in anguish. You actually started standing on the balls of your feet, practically tip-toeing. With your palms pushed against the wall, it was only a matter of time before you clawed a hole into it. Truthfully, a guy never made you cum before, so this was a completely new feeling. It was like pressure was building up inside of you and you had to release it, but right when you thought you’d come undone, the pressure only increased. Neither you nor Spencer had to vocalize that you were reaching your peaks because your bodies were saying everything unsaid. And just when you thought the air couldn’t get stickier, and the heat couldn’t get hotter, you and Spencer came at the same time. The only word you could use to describe the feeling was sublime. Not the sex (well partially the sex of course) but Spencer. 

Sublime.

His pace slowed down exponentially while he drew you closer to him to leave butterfly kisses along your shoulder. His arms enveloped you at his waist, and you almost indulged in his embrace by leaning into his chest, but there was no time when the doorbell rang. 

“Trick-or-treat!” A group of kids yelled from outside. 

You looked behind you exchanging looks that read, ‘Oh shit.’

Spencer flipped the light switch off that was right beside you before you took his hand and ran with him down the hallway giggling. 

Here you were - two grown ups running from kids that wanted candy. How childish. 

It was the combination of being choked, having sex, and running that left you breathless, but after a few minutes your heartbeat slowed down. 

“I think they’re gone.” Spencer observed.

You trusted he was right and retreated from the room with extra caution. You reached into the dark to feel for the light switch. After the lights came back on, you saw Spencer crouching down, gathering your clothes off the floor. 

You wanted to stop him to save him the inconvenience, but he was already helping you back into your clothes before you could even say, “I’ve got it.”

Spencer gingerly slid your mini skirt up your legs, frowning slightly at the tear in it that he caused. It was like evidence of his roughness, and he didn’t like it. 

“Sorry about that.” He murmured. 

You told him not to worry and that the rip made the skirt look cooler, which you could tell didn’t lessen his guilt, but it was good enough to make him smile and that was the intention anyway. Next to dress you in was the button up, and you had to laugh when, instead of tying a knot at the front, he opted for buttoning it up all the way to the collar. It was like he was trying to protect your modesty and dress you to look more respectable. Last to put on was his cardigan. After a small comment about letting you keep it, he started redressing. This is a moment you duly noted. 

He took care of you first. 

Was it stupid to fawn over such a small thing? Him helping you dress up first before he even dressed himself? 

Your thoughts carried you so far away you didn’t even realize he already finished dressing and was putting on his messenger bag. 

“Happy Halloween, by the way.” You nudged his shoulder with your index finger trying to be lighthearted, even though the heavy weight of your inevitable goodbye was weighing on you. 

He chuckled and licked his lips before responding. “Happy Halloween.” 

You turned around to begin the miserable walk toward the door, while he was right on your heels, following closely behind. You opened the door for him to walk through and you smiled as the two of you lingered in the doorway. Evidently, neither one of you was quite ready to say goodbye. 

Your mouth must’ve become a completely separate entity since you started hearing words rolling off your tongue without even processing them beforehand. “I knew that you wouldn’t hurt me not because of what you said or what you did, but because of what you didn’t say or what you didn’t do.”

There was something about the unsaid and the undone that told you everything about the unknown.

With an understanding nod, Spencer took a step away from the threshold. 

He kept his head down and his eyes on the floor as he walked away with his hands in his pockets. The hopeless romantic in you wished he would look over his shoulder and back at you, or stop walking and turn around and run back up to you, but he didn’t. You almost thought he’d stop at the gate and say something, but no. He didn’t say a single thing. And for some reason, that was okay. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You clasped your black push up bra behind your back, adjusting it in the front for maximum cleavage. Then you put on fishnets and a pair of black booty shorts. Last to put on was a white polo button up. That’s when you remembered it was the exact same shirt you wore for last year’s costume. It was weirdly nostalgic. You only fastened the shirt until it hid your midriff, but left the buttons that would expose your bra unclasped. 

To say what happened next felt like some supernatural spirit came into the room with you would be a gross understatement, because as soon as you stopped buttoning your shirt, you could see and feel Spencer’s ghost in front of you buttoning the rest. All the way up to the collar just as he did last year. 

So, just for Spencer, you fastened one extra button.

You painted fake blood under your nose and straightened your hair, which wasn’t giving off the desired effect. A black wig or a prop cigarette would’ve made your costume much more clear, but you’d been too lazy this year to obtain either of those things, so really the only obvious sign of who you were was the bloody nose.

Mia Wallace. Pulp Fiction. 

Before stepping out of the house to join your friends, you put on thigh high black boots. 

Luckily, they all saw what you were going for with your costume, so you felt slightly better, but there was still something weighing on your heart that kept you at a distance from your friends tonight. 

Handing out candy to trick-or-treaters wasn’t really your speed this year, so you opted for joining your friends at a club. At first, you were able to convince yourself that you were having fun and that you weren’t completely miserable, but as the night continued, it became harder to lie to yourself. You weren’t having fun. Sitting in the silence here was most definitely not fun. Not to say the club was quiet, but you were. And the silence was deafening. See with Spencer, when you didn’t speak, whether it was when he left you that night wordlessly, or when you came together without even vocalizing that you would, the silence was okay. It was welcome. But here tonight, watching your friends enjoy themselves on the dance floor - the silence was suffocating. The longer you sat there watching them, the more you noticed how they weren’t calling you onto the dance floor to join them. No one cared to include you. It felt like a sign. That you should leave, because if your presence didn’t matter, your absence wouldn’t either. So you slipped out of the club, not surprised that no one saw you and stopped you or begged you to stay. You got into your car and instantly unzipped your boots. No wonder you wore converse last year, heels hurt like hell. When you threw the shoes into the backseat, you caught a glimpse of something lying on the floor. 

Dark gray cardigan. 

You’d forgotten that that was even there. Would it be weird to wear it again? It was a cold autumn night, and it wasn’t like you were wearing much to shield you from the cold, so merely for the warmth, you put on the cardigan. 

You were in such a rush to be in your own bed again that you probably broke a couple traffic laws. After all, there wasn’t anything quite like seeing your house again after hours of wanting to be home. 

But then again, nothing could compare to seeing Spencer Reid sitting on your doorstep reading. Absolutely nothing. 

“Spencer?” You asked while blinking hard to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. You didn’t know how you could tell it was him, but there was something in you that just knew. The same kind of gut feeling that told you he wouldn’t hurt you.

He looked up from his book and shut it with a smile when he saw you. You opened the gate and met him halfway in the walkway. 

“You still have my cardigan,” He laughed while taking in the sight. “Mia Wallace, right?” 

You nodded, unable to take your eyes off of him. In the light, you could actually make out his features. He looked older now. His hair was longer and much curlier than you remembered. He even had some scruff on his face. 

“Happy Halloween, by the way.” You recited the exact words you said and poked him in the shoulder just as you did last year. 

“Happy Halloween.” He grinned, immediately understanding the reference. 

“So . . . who are you dressed as this year?” It was only a playful question, but it seemed like he was ready to give you a serious answer. 

Though his looks were deceiving and telling you that Spencer changed, his behavior told you he was still the same Spencer he was before. He looked everywhere except for right at you as he tried to think with an answer, and when he finally did speak, he couldn’t meet your eyes for very long. He still had his boyish charm. 

“I, um, I’m dressed as someone who didn’t get very much sleep, spontaneously booked a flight, and came straight here to tell you he needed to see you again.”

“Mmm, very cool costume.” You quipped. When your laughs died off, a new type of silence emerged. It was very different from the kind you were drowning in at the club earlier. This time, the quietude was rejuvenating. The two of you were simply taking in the feeling of being in each other’s presence again. 

“Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?” You asked, quoting Mia Wallace. 

Of course, he knew what the next line was. “I don’t know. That’s a good question.” He replied, quoting Vincent Vega. 

“That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.” 

With that, the comfortable quietude returned to fall upon the two of you again, but you enjoyed it because you’d found somebody special that made things like silence sublime.

So much more was said in the unsaid. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Just A Taste

Characters: Spencer Reid x reader, minor characters

Word Count: 2,925

Warnings: talk of men abusing their female partners (very implicitly), smut, oral (female recieving), fingering, a bit of dom!spencer

request by @theitcaramelchick​: Okay but imagine Reid interrogating a suspect and you, an assistant at the BAU office, happen to hear how domineering he is with them and you get all hot and bothered? Jesus. 🥵 And the way he would make the suspect tell him stuff. ...Could you do a one shot with this?

Summary: You assist Spencer with an interrogation despite having no experience with it all. Turns out, there is a reason why Spencer chose you, and it’s not all for work.

Squares Filled: office sex for @cmkinkbingo // free space for @cmbingo​

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me.

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For the first time in… ever… you’re going to assist the one and only Dr. Spencer Reid in an interrogation room with a real criminal. You’re only an office assistant, but they wanted you to be in there with him. You know nothing about how to talk to criminals or where to even begin, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. You don’t even know what you would do in this interview, but you’re not going to question it. This is your chance to prove you belong with the rest of the BAU.

Your dream is to be a profiler that catches bad guys. If you can see how they think during this interrogation, then maybe you can start to work on your own profile. While you’re very nervous to be in this interrogation room, you’re more worried to be in that room with Spencer. It’s not that you’re worried for how bad you might be in front of him, you’re afraid he will figure out your feelings for him. He’s the most talked BAU agent on your floor. He’s so smart, innovated, talented, and very handsome.

His brown eyes can be so soft and caring, but can also turn hard and threatening in a moment’s notice. How he hasn’t landed himself a girlfriend yet is beyond you, but you’re glad he hasn’t. Him being available makes you less guilty for the thoughts you have about him. He’s tall, lean, has curly hair that you really want to tug, and he has a habit of biting and licking those damn lips. He’s definitely been the center of far too many fantasies you relive over and over again.

Your office is one floor below the BAU team. You’re best behind a computer, but you’re trying hard to prove yourself worthy enough to be a profiler. Because you’re great with a computer, your best friend is Penelope. When the team is away, you like to go to her office and hang with her when she’s not assisting her team. You use her to gather intel on the rest of the team, and you’ve learned the following details:

Rossi loves to drink. He has a very impressive collection of old alcohol that he doesn’t really use all that often, but always loves to show off. Hotch loves his son, and would do just about anything for him. One year, Jack dressed up as his father for Halloween. You thought that was the best thing ever. While Emily isn’t on the team anymore, Penlelope does talk about how brave and selfless she is. She’s saved the other teammates in more ways than one.

JJ has been through so much; not only as a mother but as an agent. She’s suffered the most, but she works the hardest. Derek is the muscle of the team, and Penelope has said some raunchy stuff that you’d rather not repeat. Last, but certainly not least, Spencer. He’s had a kind of serious girlfriend, Maeve, but she ended up dying right in front of him. He’s been through a lot as well, but he won’t ever give up on helping people. He’s really great with kids, and he is definitely husband material. Even Penelope is surprised how Spencer hasn’t settled down by now.

Fine by you, as long as you get a piece of him at some point.

It’s hard to put yourself out there for a man like him because if he somehow rejected you, then you won’t be able to recover from that. You don’t want to be one of those women who centers her world around some guy, but Spencer is just so special that you wouldn’t bounce back by a rejection from him. You’ve voiced your thoughts and opinions to Penelope, and as far as you know, she’s kept all those opinions to herself.

Now you have to work with the guy you are already nervous to be around. No one told you why they wanted you in there with him, but it’s not like you’re going to complain. You head up to the floor above you where Spencer is waiting for you. Once he sees you, he heads over to you. Your heart pounds just a bit faster, and your breath comes out a bit shakier. You try to keep your complexion the same color, but you know you’ve revealed how pink they are.

“Are you okay? Do you need a minute?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Your cheeks are flushed. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m just a bit nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know why I’m even here,” you chuckle nervously.

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

“Why am I here, Spencer?”

“I asked for you.”

He leaves your side without another word, and you follow him to the interrogation room. The unsub they caught, Frank Bishop, sits inside the room silently. From what you’ve heard about this guy, he’s killed half a dozen men. The BAU doesn’t know where he’s buried them, and they have to get him to confess to their murders as well as their locations. You’ve seen some terrible people, but he is on your radar.

First and foremost, this man is accused of killing men who were physically and emotionally abusive towards their wives or girlfriends. He sees himself as some sort of God or savoir in the eyes of these women. Not that you agree with his method, but these women aren’t suffering anymore. You’re actually nervous to talk to a man like him because of the person you are.

Yes, you’re a submissive. Everyone who meets you knows this. You don’t broadcast it, but it’s all in the way you present yourself. You’re also showing signs of nervousness, you rarely say no to people in fear of what they would do to you if you did, and all your friends are dominants. They just embrace life and want you to do the same. You’ve done some stupid shit in your day because of them, but your life wouldn’t be what it is now if you didn’t have them in your life.

Spencer gives you one last look before entering the room. Frank’s head pops up, and he straightens when he sees you. He must have seen the way you’re presenting yourself because he can’t take his eyes off you.

“Don’t look at her, look at me. Tell me where you buried those five men,” Spencer demands.

Seeing him like this is putting you back into your late night fantasies. One thing you never considered is the way he is with hardened criminals. He can get so threatening that sends a heat sparking up your core. You push your thighs together to relieve some tension, and you cross your arms loosely.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What five men?” he asks and smiles at you.

The way he smiles makes you nervous, and you begin to bounce your leg aimlessly. Frank likes how nervous you are, so you try to keep it under control.

"Don't waste my time here. Where are they?" Spencer asks again.

The man doesn't answer. All he does is stare at you. Your leg bounces faster so that's the only thing you can hear besides the ticking of the clock in the room.

"Stop bouncing your leg," Spencer demands.

He puts his hand on your thigh to stop you himself and that doesn't go unnoticed by Frank. You immediately stop what you're doing and look at Spencer with wide eyes. Once he knows you won't do it again, he takes his hand away.

You wish he hadn't.

"We know you stalked and killed men who abused their partners. They'd be somewhere where you can visit and continue their humiliation. You wouldn't want a proper burial for them, would you?"

"I didn't kill anyone else besides Jack Harmer."

"Yeah, that's because we caught you in the act. We know you did it. We found traces of your DNA in their houses."

"Doesn't mean I killed them."

The tension in the room thickens, and you feel trapped. You can't go anywhere, you haven't said a single word since you got here, and all Frank has done is stare at you. You'd leave, but you're afraid Spencer is just going to yell at you. You knew he wouldn't, but your anxiety doesn't know that. Because you feel trapped, you result in biting your nails. It's one of the things you do when you don't know what to do. However, as soon as you put your thumb between your teeth, Spencer swats your hand away.

"Don't bite your nails," he orders.

Why is he being like this? He is never this aggressive towards people—or that's what Penelope told you.

"Why don't you let her do what she wants?" Frank asks.

"Is that what you told Jason Hurley, Jared Bush, Harold Jenkins, Bailey Pickett, and Cody Campbell?"

"Who?" Frank smirks.

You shrink back into your seat because this interrogation can literally take a number of turns. Spencer looks at you with fire in his eyes, and you actually became scared at the thought of what he might do to you.

"Sit up straight. We're in a goddamn interrogation. If you can't handle that, then why are you even here?" he snaps.

Okay, you have no idea why he's treating you like this. Is it all for show, or does he really think he can boss you around like that? Of course, you're not going to say anything to him about it, but that doesn't mean you won't complain to Penny about this.

"Leave her alone! Who do you think you are treating her that way? Jason, Jared, and Harold all thought they could get away with treating their women like that. It's why I threw their bodies in the lake behind my house. Now, don't get me started on Bailey and Cody." Frank blew up.

He confessed to all five murders including revealing where their bodies were located. It wasn't long before you were able to leave. However, you didn't get very far because Spencer was pulling you into the nearest empty office.

"Look, I'm sorry for how I treated you there. Frank looked for men who "bossed" their partners around. I figured if I did that to you, he would reveal where he hid those bodies."

You knew Spencer was one of the good ones.

"You could have just told me. I would have played along."

"Your reaction needed to be real. I chose you because I know you're a submissive. I needed all of it to be real."

"How did you know that?"

"Besides how you acted today... Penelope told me."

"She what?"

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Though, that's the other reason why I picked you."

"Which is?"

You meant to say that accusingly, but it came out in a breathy whisper.

"You're attracted to me. I need that attraction to be real," he reveals. You want to deny it, but your brain just isn't cooperating. So, he continues when he sees you wanting to deny it. "I knew it was true when you came up this morning. I asked you if you were okay because your cheeks were pink. They were like that because of me. I'm sure your heart started pumping as well. The next sign was in the interrogation room. You were rubbing your thighs together because of me. Should I continue?"

Goddamn, the man really knew how to sweet talk you. You could deny it, but what would the point be? He already knows your feelings. The other option is to come clean and hope he doesn't reject you.

"What are you going to do if what you said is true?” you wonder.

He takes three large steps toward you, and you, purely out of intimidation, take five much smaller steps back. Your back hits the wall next to the door, and you realize you trapped yourself. He places one hand on the wall next to yours and with the other, he locks the office. He leans down so that his mouth is right next to your ear.

"If it were true, I'd get down on my knees, yank that unbelievably tight skirt down your legs, and bury my tongue in you," he whispers.

Shit. Did he really just say that to you? Your panties are so wet right now, and it's all because of the man right in front of you.

"Hmm? Would you like that?" he asks as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. You can't help but nod slightly. He's taken your ability to talk. "That's my girl."

You could have come right there, but you really want to know what his tongue feels like inside you. He presses his lips on your neck and gives a few kisses. He has you exactly where he wants you. You are his and he knows it.

"Remember, we are at work. Be a good girl and don't make a sound," he whispers before dropping to his knees.

Holy shit, this is exactly what you pictured in your fantasies. Now, you're getting the real thing. His hands grip your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. You know bruises are going to show up even through the couple layers of clothing. He gives you a questioning look as if to ask if this is alright. You just nod once, and he gets to work.

He slides down both your skirt and panties until they are on the floor. He keeps your heels on, and you make a mental note that he likes heels. He rests one leg over his shoulder, and he presses light kisses to your inner thighs. It didn't occur to you that you're exposing yourself to him for the first time. He has an eidetic memory. If this whole thing doesn't work out, he will have the look, taste, and feel of you embedded into his mind.

The smell of you messes with his mind, and he knows he has to get a taste of you. He gives one kiss to your clit, and you do your best to keep that moan in. Whenever you had sex, it’s always a challenge to stay quiet. You did it, but it always came at a cost. Spencer loves it when a girl moans for him, but not at work where his coworkers and bosses are.

Too much time has passed since he first got a whiff of you. Maybe he can take his time later, but for right now, all he wants is to make you come. From the bottom to the top, he licks one thick stripe up your center. When he sees you dripping with anticipation, he shoves his unbelievably long tongue inside you. You bite your lower lip to keep yourself from screaming out. Spencer looks up through his lashes and swipes his tongue from one wall to the other. The way he's looking at you makes you clench around his wet muscle. You have to get your tension out somehow.

There is finally an opportunity for you to satisfy one of your urges. You reach down and grab a fistful of his curly hair. You tug, and he moans. The vibration sends ripples through your body, and you give another hard tug. Your head bangs against the wall behind you, but you're too caught up in the moment to care.

He grunts when you give another yank. You file that piece of information in the same place as the heels. He pulls away only to suction his lips around your clit. He doesn't want you to feel empty, so he slides in two very long fingers.

“Shit! Spencer!” you hiss.

That response only makes him suck harder. You tighten around his fingers, making it almost impossible for him to remove them. He keeps his fingers right where they are and wiggles them so that he's hitting places not even you knew you had.

"I'm close! Fuck!"

Without going too hard, he nibbles on your clit with his teeth. The stimulation, combined with what his fingers are doing, is enough to push you over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you just as your come spills over his fingers. He pulls away and sticks them in his mouth. He sucks your juices from them before diving in once more. You're very sensitive from the first orgasm, so you twitch away from him. However, he grips your hips to hold you in place. He licks you clean until there is no more evidence lingering.

Once he finishes, he sets your leg down and redresses you. Your legs are wobbly, but you're doing a good job at keeping yourself up. He pushes your hair back to expose your ear, and he leans down to whisper in it.

"I never knew you tasted so sweet. I'm going to have a hard time focusing on work now that I got a taste. Be a good girl for the rest of the day, and I’ll show you what else I'm good for."

He presses a kiss to the side of your neck before leaving the office. Did that really just happen? How can you get through the rest of the day when you've experienced how well he can work his tongue? Plus, you also won't be able to stop thinking of his proposition. If he's that good with just his mouth. What else will he be good at?

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[sinfulspencer]

PLEASE write something with

“ do you touch yourself at night, thinking of me? “

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (smut, 18+, minors DNI!)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (SoftDom!Spencer, Sub!Reader), oral sex (female receiving)

Words: 2.4k

A.N.: I mean... that’s always a nice sentence starter for a nsfw work ;) I also can’t stop writing about Spencer going down on someone because I bet he’d be so fucking good, like incredibly good. (Sorry if it's not that long but I felt like this would've been much better than, you know, sex.)

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You’ve lost track of time, your eyes closed as your body is completely controlled by the pleasure you’re bringing yourself. Spencer was supposed to come home at least an hour ago and since you were bored, you thought you could find a way to pass the time without wandering inside the kitchen to eat dinner you prepared for your boyfriend.

Masturbating is always a good hobby, especially if it involves your brain replaying all the nights you’ve spent with Spencer in the last few weeks.

Your relationship is new and you know you’re in the honeymoon phase, the kind of phase where you and Spencer can’t keep your hands off each other. None of you is complaining, because spending time with each other under the sheets allows you both to discover what the other likes, how the other wants to be touched and how to drive the other wild.

Tonight you decided to wait for him awake, knowing he’d come home extremely hungry, but the time has passed. Your dinner is cold and you’re bored.

Well, you were bored.

Now you’re not anymore, as you lay in bed with your eyes closed and your back arched.

You remember the gentle sound of Spencer’s whimper against your mouth, the way his hands always find a way up to your hair to tug on it or on your hip, dipping his fingers into the soft skin of your waist to leave handprints all over you.

You think about how his body fits perfectly on top and underneath you, how his mouth attacks your neck with bites and kitten licks, how he always knows how to push you closer and closer to the edge.

How he always gives you what you need the most.

Spencer is a caring boyfriend outside of the bedroom.

Inside, he’s even more caring – but also so incredibly demanding.

You love to see how Spencer changes with you and with his friends, how he presents as a loving and sweet boyfriend with adorable words and sweet nothings whispered in your ear when in reality he always takes you from behind, squeezing your throat with his big hands, owning you and driving you wild, telling you everything he wants to do to you before actually doing them.

His duality is interesting.

And it’s one of the things that made you fall in love with him.

Watching him go from the cutest guy alive to the hottest man ready to tie you to the bed and leave you panting, moaning and begging him to land a finger on your body.

You can feel yourself heat up at the thought of his hands now pushing you down against the bed, his mouth devouring you like a starved animal – which is exactly what you need right now.

For now, those images in your brain will do.

You hope he comes home soon, because his dinner won’t be food.

Using your free hand to slip your fingers underneath your shirt, you tease your right nipple by pinching it and twisting it while imagining it’s not your fingers, but his. Spencer knows that your nipples are pretty sensitive and he always feels the need to suck on them, bite them because he loves how your body reacts to his actions.

You arch your back at the stabbing pleasure running through you, your thumb pressing over your clit before massaging it with the tip of your finger. You miss him so much, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on you are by just a few thoughts – and his scent all over the bed sheets.

His bedroom is filled with your whimpers.

“Oh Spencer... Fuck.”

Your hands are gripping the sheets as you grind against your own hand, your index slipping inside of you. You know you shouldn’t masturbate on your boyfriend’s bed but it’s not the first time you have his hands on you right there – so what’s the problem?

It feels dirty, but extremely freeing.

You insert another finger inside of yourself, an obscene moan slipping out of your mouth followed by the name of your boyfriend. You want his hands all over you, you want his tongue buried inside of you, you want to feel the warmth of his body everywhere around you.

The images are not enough.

“Spencer, please...”

You don’t hold back, a chorus of curses and pleas is loud enough to echo inside the room. Your juices are coating your fingers, making a wet sound each time you push them in and out of you. You squeeze your thighs around your hand, the other one pushing your shirt up enough to expose your breasts to the fresh air of the night entering from the window.

You’re too lost in your own pleasure to realise that there are footsteps audible from the hallway.

You open your mouth, moaning over and over again. The pleasure is getting so intense to the point you can feel yourself ready to topple over the edge.

“Hey Y/N, I’m...”

Everything stops.

You stop your movements, widening your eyes and staring at your boyfriend on the doorstep. Your fingers are still plunged deep in your tight heat, your thighs glistening from the amount of slickness caused by your own arousal and the dangerous thoughts in your brain.

Spencer stares at you as if he just saw a ghost.

You look gorgeous, completely splayed all over the bed and totally naked beside your shirt only covering your shoulders, with your legs spread open and your hair all over the pillow.

“Fuck, I thought you...”

You stop talking, shaking your head and feeling your cheeks heating up. It’s not the first time someone catches you in the middle of a self-love session, but never thought it’d happen with Spencer – mainly because you don’t need to use your own fingers when you can have his, his mouth and another part of your body.

You should feel embarrassed for what happened, but you don’t.

At the end of the day, he’s your boyfriend and he has seen you naked already many times.

“I’m sorry, I was waiting for you and... uh, I was bored.”

You can’t pinpoint an emotion on his face because his lips are twitched into a tight smile and his eyes are focused on your face, his cheeks now flushed and his eyes shimmering under the faint lights inside the bedroom.

“I could see that, doll.”

Blushing, you bite your bottom lip as you push the blanket off your body.

There’s no point in hiding yourself in his eyes.

“Do you touch yourself at night thinking about me?”

You close your legs, squeezing your thighs together as you feel a rush of adrenaline running through your body at the question. It’s not the first time you find yourself thinking about Spencer and touching yourself with the sound of his whimpers filling your ears.

“Yes, I do.”

Spencer smirks, crossing his arms to his chest.

He’s completely dressed while you’re almost naked on his bed. He thought he’d find you on the couch, passed out with a movie playing on the TV, but you were up to something else – something he’s going to continue, because he knows how frustrating it might be to be interrupted in the middle of something.

Something like this.

“Such a dirty little slut.” Spencer clicks his tongue in the back of his mouth

You blush again at his words, spreading your legs for him. “Oh, you know I am.”

Shaking his head, he starts unbuttoning his shirt. You can feel your insides clenching at the sight of him smirking at you, watching you carefully. Spencer jumps over the bed and towers over you, pressing a soft kiss right below your chin.

“I think about you as well, you know.”

You hum, wrapping your right arm around his neck. “Oh, you do?”

Spencer nods with a wicked smile over his lips, sliding a hand between your legs. The tips of his fingers are grazing over your slit, collecting all your juices before teasing your entrance. You whimper with your eyes wide open, fixed on his face – you don’t want to miss a single detail of his face, of his pleasure building up.

“Oh, absolutely. Especially when it’s late at night and all I can think about is your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, how you always take me so well.”

You love when he speaks to you like this with his low voice, when he tells you exactly what’s running through his mind. Knowing that you turn him on and that he brings himself pleasure by thinking about you, turns you even more on.

You imagine Spencer’s breath hitching and low moans coming out of his throat, his hips bucking up against his hand as he thinks about how good you’d look on top of him, his brain picturing you on your knees for him with your lips wrapped around his cock.

Why hasn’t he called you and shown you that?

You would’ve loved to give him a helping hand.

“I think about how much of a slut you are, always begging me to fuck you harder and faster, to make you come, to make you forget your own name. – Spencer mumbles, his voice echoing through the room as his thumb presses down on your clit – I’m so glad to be home, so I can finally have you however I want.”

Your heart is beating a mile a minute, admiring his cute face and not uttering a single word because you’re too busy gawking at him. Every single word is actually stuck in your throat as you roll your hips, grinding against his hand.

Spencer is not doing anything, simply pressing the palm of his hand against you and feeling your wetness coating you.

He licks the soft skin of your neck, making you shudder.

“Hm, Spencer...”

His mouth lifts, brushing over your ear. “Do you want some help, doll? Do you want me to take care of you?”

You smirk at his question, nodding your head. “Yes, please. I need you so bad, Spence, I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

Spencer doesn’t waste a second, covering your mouth with a quick kiss before lying down between your legs with his face right in front of your glistening core. His big hands are prodding your thighs open, forcing you to keep them exactly like that as his mouth immediately lands on your heat.

Your body shivers at the touch, his rough fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs as you let out a loud moan that echoes through the wall of his bedroom. You have missed his mouth so much and having it now right there, where you need it the most, feels so fucking intense.

As if you’ve just been stabbed with a sword on fire over and over.

“You taste so fucking good, doll.”

You hum at his words, your eyes closed and your brain completely fuzzy.

You’re so lost in your own pleasure, barely realising his index has slipped inside of you. You arch your back as another word, very similar to his name, spills out of your mouth. Spencer curls his index and presses his finger pad against the soft indentation, your toes curling at the sensation.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

Spencer licks up your slit, catching your arousal on the tip of his tongue as he moans at the taste, at the sensation of your thighs closing around his head. He has missed going down on you – one of his favourite activities.

He loves watching your body react to his tongue.

“I’m c-close...”

Spencer doesn’t hold back any longer.

He closes his lips around your clit, giving it a gentle suck as you prop on your elbows to admire his face right between your legs. His pink full lips are tightly wrapped around your clit, his tongue swirling on it as he keeps pushing his index in and out of you at a steady place.

“You look so good right there, you know?”

Spencer opens his eyes, looking at you before winking. “Dirty girl.”

Giggling, you run your fingers through his curls. “You know it, love.”

Once you’re dropped back on the bed, you allow yourself to enjoy the moment. The warmth of his tongue and the sounds he’s making are driving you wild, pushing you towards the edge.

Spencer stops sucking your clit for a second and he flattens his tongue, moving it up and down right there where you like it the most. You let out another moan and arch your back, tugging on his curls each time you feel his finger slipping deeper inside of you and his tongue touching you exactly where you want it.

You’ve missed him so much.

Flicking and licking your clit, Spencer keeps his eyes on your face the whole time. Your body is stiffening under his tongue and he knows you’re there, ready to jump over the edge and allow pleasure to control you.

He sucks on your clit again as he picks up the pace of his finger, inserting another one and making you whine even louder. Your stomach knots and you know you’re about to come, because your thighs are shaking and your heart is ready to burst out of your chest.

Spencer places his free hand over your right breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple before pinching it harshly.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck me, Spencer!”

Spencer closes his mouth right over your clit and makes pressure sucks to bring you over the edge, your body finally giving it to it. His tongue keeps teasing your clit, his fingers are sliding in and out of you rapidly. Spencer helps you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

The wet sounds of his fingers are melting with the whimpers coming out of your mouth, slowly fading out until you go completely silent.

Spencer’s mouth works on you for a few more seconds. He stops and starts leaving kisses down your inner thigh, his nose brushing against your soft skin as he hums sweet nothings you can barely understand due to your mind completely fuzzy.

You’re overwhelmed.

“You did so good for me, doll.” – Spencer mumbles, his nose nuzzling against your thigh – “That’s it, you did great.”

Slowly opening your legs, you allow Spencer to breathe a bit better. He doesn’t move from where he is, tracing your thighs with little kisses before moving further down to your knee with his eyes still on your face.

You manage to look at him, finally catching your breath.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, doll.” – Spencer says, giving you a soft smile – “Next time you plan on touching yourself while thinking about me, please, call me.”

You definitely will.

[stunudo]

Your Move

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Setting: Season 5

A/N: This is my first time attempting to write Dom!Spencer so please give feedback. I tried to made it the right level of awkward upon bridging the subject. If this goes well, might have to follow up like my recent Hotch smuts. HAPPY SMUTURDAY! xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

Dr. Spencer Reid stood frustrated, perched forlornly on his crutches, waiting to be picked up from work by Y/N. They had been dating for a few months, but since he was shot on the job she had been especially dutiful in caring for him. Spencer disliked exposing her to the raw reality of the danger he faced, but it came with the territory. Therefore he stood, impatiently reliving the day he had left behind the glass doors of the BAU.

“You’re my bitch now,” Penelope had taunted him before the case began. It hadn’t exactly been a demoralizing arrangement had he been able to truly help his team. Being physically restricted and therefore away from the heart of the case, made it more difficult to stomach. He was exhausted and annoyed, something he usually kept to himself at work. Finally, Y/N’s Jeep pulled to the curb outside of Headquarters.

You hopped easily out of the driver’s seat and bounded around the vehicle to help Spencer into the cab. You could tell he was in a mood, so you refrained from being extra talkative. “Hey, babe, how was the case?”

He grimaced and muttered, “How would I know? I wasn’t even there.”

You watched his face as he slid into the passenger seat, grateful you owned a vehicle that was an agreeable height to his predicament. His tiny car made it impossible for him to drive or ride in currently. His temperament had been getting worse the longer he was confined to his crutches, which surprised you as he wasn’t the most athletic of guys.

You changed the subject, “Well, I’m so glad it’s the weekend! Let’s get home and relax.” Spencer nodded, unenthusiastically. It appeared that you were going to have to double your cheer up efforts.

After dinner you put on an old documentary, trying to rile up Spencer’s fact sharing enthusiasm. But he just zoned out, his mind a million miles away. You were sipping on wine and huddled in your favorite sweater and yoga pants, a weekend uniform of sorts. After one of the researchers on the screen made a terrible hypothesis, Spencer unleashed.

“No, I mean, clearly, they had been unsuccessful in the trials, but you don’t start over!” He raked his hands through his long hair, eyes burning with disbelief. As surprised as you were, it was scintillating seeing him get worked up, about anything, after his recent fits of mopping. He stood and made his way to the bathroom, giving you time to keep the atmospheric change in motion.

You sprinted to your bedroom, slipping out of the comfort of your clothes and into the lacy confines of your most expensive bra and panty combination. The bra was burgundy with white accents, front latching which added to the push up effect. The matching panties were string bikini style with just enough fabric to cover your groomed bits. You loved the feel of material, but nervousness hit you when you finally reached the door. You slid on the first pair of heels you saw, their quick clips on the floorboards kicked your self confidence up ten points.

With your rushing, you had beaten Spencer to the couch, like you had hoped. You sat in the same spot, sipping your wine with your legs crossed, one shoe popping off your heel and dangling suggestively. You felt like a mother fucking queen. Now, it was time to make sure your king felt like the royalty he was.

The easy rhythm of his approach, sent shivers down your spine. The slightly choked sound he made when he saw you, drew your eyes from the glow of the television.

“Y/N? What am I supposed to do with that?” Spencer gestured with his hand at your nearly nude body. His brown eyes, saucers, dilating with desire.

“Whatever you like.” You grinned around another sip of wine, your heavy lidded stare rocked through him.

“The doctors said...” He began, but you cut him off.

“The doctors said no strenuous activities. I know, but you don’t have to be the one to strain yourself, Spencer.” You explained.

“Okay, so you’re just going to keep babying me? Great.” Spencer huffed, dropping to sit beside you, refusing to make eye contact. “I’m sorry, Y/N, you look amazing, but I just don’t think I can right now.”

You had worried this was going to happen, Spencer’s mind was the key to his bedroom performance. If he wasn’t focused, he really wasn’t focused.

“Spencer,” You leaned over, taking his drooping chin in your hand, “I know you have felt like a burden lately, but I did this,” you shimmied gently, grabbing his eyes finally, “to show you the power you hold over me. How amazing you make me feel and how I want to make you feel.”

His eyes had made their way up from your breasts, to your lips as he listened to your intentions. His breathing had increased as you uncrossed your legs to lean closer to him. “So,” He cleared his throat, “What exactly does this power of mine, entail?”

The relief flooded through you, the sly grin unstoppable across both your faces. “Well, that depends on what you want. Do you want me to start slowly?” You leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Do you want me on my knees right here?” You tilted your head to gauge his reactions. “Do you want me in the bedroom? Riding you until you can’t see straight?” You teased your bottom lip along his jaw bone back up to his ear. “The point is that you decide what you want, you tell me what to do, because I am already invested. It was my idea after all, besides I trust you completely.”

Spencer’s eyes had closed, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth as you gently licked his earlobe, waiting for his directions. “Y/N, this is going to be hard for me, I’m usually so focused on you.” Your warm breath, hitched against his neck. “I am not saying you have to look away or anything...” You teased, kissing his neck, straddling his lap finally. His large hands slid up your bare thighs as your mouths met in hunger.

The arousal was drenching your sheen panties, you needed Spencer, but it was too late now. You had given him the reigns tonight, now you had to wait and see just what would give your boyfriend the confidence boost he needed. His kiss was growing more intense, his straight teeth biting your bottom lip. You purred as his fingertips played with the strings holding your panties on. He pulled back, hooded eyes drinking you all in.

“So, do I, give you suggestions? Or-” Spencer’s voice cracked.

“Spencer, tell me what you want,” Your voice husky, hips rolling so your chest was almost on his face. You tucked his hair behind his ears as you waited. He was having difficulty forming words. “You can keep touching me, while you decide, you know.”

“Oh, thank god,” Spencer whimpered as his mouth found the crests popping out of your bra. The pads of his fingers dug into the meat at your hips, pulling you tighter to him and his bulging pants. His soft lips turned rough as he sucked on your tender flesh, he would leave marks if he kept it up. Your nipples puckered against the lace, itching for his hot breath. You reached forward to release your breasts, but Spencer’s quick hand found your wrist, hindering you.

“No, Y/N, leave it on.” His voice strengthened as he continued. “I think I want to cum on those perfect tits first.” Your walls clenched at the compliment and the naughty image he conjured, this was definitely a new side to your dorky boyfriend.

“Where do you want me, Spencer?” You asked, as his thumbs dug into your nipples over your lingerie.

He sighed before drawing you to him with a deep kiss. “Can you get on your knees, Y/N?”

Reaching behind his head, you pulled yourself up to unwrap your legs from his waist, consequently burying his face in your cleavage. His large hands found your ass as you stood, his long fingers reaching between your cheeks. You flushed at the blatant wetness he found, but the look of pride that shone back at you made it worth your slight embarrassment.

“You like me telling you-” He began.

“What to do?” You finished for him. “Only like this.” The surprise turning into a grin on his flustered face, you melted down into a puddle on the floor. You lowered yourself onto your knees while holding on to his good leg and the couch. You were determined to make him feel in control, so you waited without touching him, licking your lips.

Spencer, eventually realizing he was still clothed, propped himself up as your hands found his belt, easing his lower garments to the floor. His warm thumb dragged over your bottom lip before his hand found your neck. You tried to focus on his eyes, but his cock was blatantly in the way. He cleared his throat, “Y/N, if you don’t want to-”

You took his hard shaft in your hand before he could finish worrying. Your tongue circling the tip of his cock and tasting his readiness. Spencer whispered an “okay, then.” as you took him deeply into your mouth. Spencer leaned back, pulling his shirt up, ensuring he had the full show. His thumb circled your cheek, the affection deepening your desire to please him. You reopened your eyes, making sure he knew this was about him.

His brown eyes seemed even darker as they watched your building momentum, your tongue massaging nearly the lowest inches of him. Slowly you drew back, stroking him with your right hand as you caught your breath. He whispered something to the ceiling, but you didn’t catch it.

“What was that?”

“I said, just take it, please.”

“Spencer, tell me, you don’t have to ask right now.” His eyes floated over your face, ensuring you meant it entirely. He nodded, “Take it, Y/N.” You kept your eyes pinned to his and slid your mouth back along his sizable dick. You took him as fully as you could and began quick, deep dips. His face had shifted, his eyes fixed, almost predatory. Your folds longed for friction, you balanced against your left forearm to relieve some of the pressure. You moaned along his length, sending vibrations through him. Spencer’s hips were twitching, trying to contain the building climax. You worked the vacuum you had formed and pushed Spencer to the brink. His hands found the sides of your face, but he couldn’t focus for long. “Gonna-”

You obliged, slipping away as Spencer’s sure hand found his pulsing cock, he stroked himself to the edge as you watched. Mesmerized, leaning back on your heels. His left hand still held your face, now he tipped your face back, as the hot streams of cum squirted across your lace clad breasts. You sat frozen, Spencer’s breathing heavy, a guttural groan met your ears before his mouth found yours.

“Now, I want you to go clean yourself up, Y/N.” Spencer’s voice was level, but not his usual tone. “No more touching yourself, my sweet. I want you, uh, on the bed in five minutes.” He was fully embracing his position of power. You smirked at his spent body.

“Five minutes?” You asked, doubtfully, glancing over your shoulder. Spencer’s eyebrows raised, his chest rising with a long inhale. He sat up straight, “Five minutes.” he confirmed, clipped. There was a quick sharp bite on your backside, Spencer had pinched you! You squealed and skipped off towards the bathroom.

Somehow Spencer had made it to the bed room and finished undressing himself by the time you had wiped down your chest and brushed your teeth. You strolled in to find him laying lazily on his side, just the top sheet pulled to his waist, his arm propping up his head. “Lay down, Y/N.” Spencer said casually.

You slid beside him, leaning in to kiss him. He kept the kiss short, his low tone putting you on alert. “Now, you’re going to spread those thighs for me, Y/N.” You rolled onto your back, pulling your legs apart tentatively. Spencer’s fingers skirted up your bare leg, when he got to your knee, he wrenched it up, putting your sex on full display beneath the soaked, thin material. “That’s better.”

He continued to walk his fingers up the soft flesh of your inner thighs, your breathing was becoming quite erratic. “Now, Y/N, you’ve been a very good listener tonight. But now, I want you to use that pretty mouth to tell me how you feel. I need to hear all those noises you couldn’t make while you were taking me to the hilt.”

Where was this coming from? Spencer never spoke dirty to you, it was always sweet nothings and the most genuine of compliments. The taboo was adding to the arousal, you whimpered as he started teasing the cloth over your slit. “Spen-Spencer, please?”

“Please, what, Y/N?”

“Please, oh god, please touch me?” You gasped, mouthing watering for his. He chuckled lightly, placing a kiss on your shoulder, the sensation was sweet, but drew the tension from your folds. You began to pout, a petulant whine started, but was cut off by Spencer’s mouth. He continued to tease your clit while you tangled your hands in his hair, holding him to your face like an oxygen mask in a burning building. He was your lifeline, but he was also the one who lit the match.

“Alright, now sit back, relax. Cuz your man is going to make you scream.” Spencer’s voice was soft, but he was certain. He eased down the bed, careful with his healing leg. You smirked down at him, pleased that your plan had worked. Besides, if Spencer wanted to hear you, he was going to have to put his mouth to work.

“The reward of a thing well done is having done it.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, BDSM Talk, Slight smut (thigh riding, denied orgasm), another build up heheh, lots of pet names, cute stuff too! its pretty tame just wait until you see the next chapter :)

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

MASTERLIST.

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To worship—as if he’s the prophet of our own religion, he’s the epitome of her own beating heart, affections are richer than gold, and pleasure is the Valhalla.

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“3 years, Princess.”

You’re fucked, Once again.

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Y/N’s plushy lips trembled displaying her bursting confusion. Her eyes trained to Spencer, the gaze was intense between the two— so intense that they could feel their very skin burned with desire—want, need.

She tried to recall, each night tracing back to the times she went to that godforsaken club just to let loose, just to feel someone taking control of her, just to let go. She tried so hard to see if he was in one of her flashing memories, refusing to believe that he knew so much about her, so deep within her that it almost feels like she could feel his very presence in her bloodstream just taunting her in the most pleasant way.

“Have you ever—“ Her voice cracked as she opened her mouth, dismissing every embarrassment and lust that crept up her spine, hugging her skin like a thick blanket.

“Ever tried to say hello to you? No. Ever tried to punch the guy you submitted to at the time? No. Ever tried to give you a collar and claim you then and there? No. But do i want to? More than anything, Y/N.” The dominance within his voice sent extreme chills to her core, she thought back to all the times she was with someone there,

Fantasia is the name of the club, an all members only exclusive BDSM club that Y/N was sure no one would know who she is or that she worked with FBI. The rules of the club are unique, All the Submissives were obligated to wear dresses and their member collar, the Dominants were to wear suits and hold their member pendant. If the Dominant and Submissive agreed on spending the night together or perhaps more— the pendant will be placed right in the center of the subs collar, so that everyone else knows that the sub is taken. Usually it only lasted for a night— for Y/N a week was her longest.

“W-Why didn’t you?” Her eyes searched for any kind of emotion behind his, but all she could find was the lust and desire— though she believed that hers would tell the same tale. Her breath hitched as he stand up from your seat and cup your jaw in his palm, the grip was strong and sure to which he then leaned down to whisper, “Because i knew if i said hello, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from keeping you all to myself forever. You drove me crazy, didn’t you know that pet?”

You gulped, eyes staring into him and confidently muttered, “You drove me crazy too. Wasn’t good was it? to see me get manhandled by another?” You raised an eyebrow, and hold onto his wrist tightly, you want to see him, see all the dominance that he has to offer— you craved it.

Sure enough, his hand went from a grip to a choke as he tightly wrapped them around your neck and making sure his fingertips pressed right against your beaming pulse. “Careful, Y/N. No girl of mine would behave this way.” He tuts, head shaking in disappointment which made you tremble a little and muttered “Sorry sir.” Underneath your breath “I want to be yours...” You trailed, biting your lips as you do so.

“And i want you to be mine, Princess. But we have to discuss lots of things. This is dangerous line we’re crossing, in every aspect possible.” It was like as if his eyes demanded you to obey and say yes to everything he said.

“Yes sir.”

“We have to be extra careful, and really pay attention to every single detail you hear me?” He gripped your chin, as you nodded, “We can’t tell anyone can we?” You bit your lip hard as your gaze moved down and sighed heavily, it’s not that you’re worried, it’s just that you want to be able to love him whenever wherever, be his at all times.

“No, not now at least. We’ll find a way to let Hotch know but with everything that’s going on, we have to take it slow.” He frowned as he sees the way your face fell, his thumb pried your lips open and push it in, “Listen to me, I love you, and i want us to be together— we’re together but we have to make some compromises in order for this to work, bunny.” You nodded your head as your eyes fluttered shut and mumble a small “i know, i love you too Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, his lips pressing a deep kiss on her forehead before drawing back, “Alright lets clean these up then we can go ahead and discuss limits okay?” He tugged his thumb out of your lips, muttering a small “pretty..” as he watched your lips tried to chase it. “Yeah, okay.” You leaned in and kiss his lips before you both went on to wash the dishes.

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“This is how it’s going to work Y/N, i believe you’re experienced enough to know these things right?” He spoke, voice heavy on the air as you two sat on the couch with you on one side and him on the other. His thighs parted, as he watched you intently, making sure to follow your every gesture and move, to see which ticked you.

“Yeah, um i mean i’m familiar with the basics.. although i’m still not sure where we’re standing here— l-like what’s our relationship?” He smiles gently at your soft tone, knowing how nervous you are, so he leaned in closer and pat his thighs. “lay your head on my lap, Y/N.”

“Is that an order, sir?” You nervously giggled, trying to lighten up the mood. Spencer’s eyebrow twitched as he sighed heavily and quickly reach back to tug on your hair pulling your head backwards, pressing a small kiss below your ear before whispering with a chuckle, “I’m glad you’re having fun now, but after we have our rules— you’d wish you never ran your pretty mouth again.” His mocking tone caused you to breathe heavily and let a whine slip through your lips.

“I-“ The only gesture he made was patting on his lap on more time before you complied and rest your cheeks against the harsh material of his pants before looking up to see him with an amused smile, whispering a soft “Good girl.” That mase you squirmed on his lap.

“We don’t have to put labels on it Y/N..” He trailed as he smiled down at you with his fingers on your hair, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.” He whispered it this time, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment as you did the same, feeling the overwhelming warmth seeped through your skin.

“I know, i love you..” You reached his hand, then placing a lingering kiss on his palm which he replied with a smile and whisper of ‘i love you too.’ before intertwining your fingers together.

“Now as for this, you’ll tell me your hard limits, and then we’ll move on to soft ones. But first we need to establish a safe word, angel.” He muses, wetting his lips as you rake through your brain, “trooper” You chuckled and he laughed.

“You’re such a star wars nerd aren’t you?” He shook his head as you pouted up at him cutely and shrugged “as if you aren’t with your dr who and star trek stuff” you huffed which he chuckled at,

“alright alright, now go on tell me your limits princess.”

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As soon as you’re finished writing your list, you handed them over to Spencer with blushing cheeks and warmth spreading over your belly—the way he read it intently, skimming over each word is enough to give you orgasmic type of feeling.

“You sure you want to put, wax play to your hard limits?” He asked softly, letting her know that he has no intention of shaming or judging her causing you to blush slightly, and nuzzle your nose on his thighs.

“I just—“ You were about to reply before you feel a strong grip on your hair, pulling them back with enough force that it made your core even more drippy and your scalp ached.

“If you are to be mine, you’ll answer each question as you look at me. Is that clear?” The hand that wasn’t on your hair, held the paper tightly, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir.” Your answers were timid as you pulled away and cleared your throat,

“I tried it before.. and i’m into it but i just don’t like how it feels after, i love the marks but it doesn’t feel as good on my skin. I guess it’s not a super hard limit more leaning towards the soft, and i’m okay to try it some times but maybe give me a warning first?” Your eyes blinked rapidly, as you feel the bile on your throat pushing up in a response of nervousness.

Spencer chuckled as he leaned in to cup your cheeks, “You’re so cute, it’s hard for me not to take you right here. But yes, i’m okay with that plus i could mark you up just fine.” There was a teasing glint on his eyes before he went back to read the list, normally it would’ve taken him seconds but he wanted to savor and make mental notes inside his head.

“We pretty much have the same limits, bunny. You also put vanilla as a part of your list of preferences so we’ll do some of that too okay?” His gentle tone made you blush even harder as you nodded slightly and respond with a small “Yes sir, thank you.”

“Is there any name you don’t wanna be called with? Name calling is a big part of degradation, although not always— in fact i could make you turn into a pathetic whimpering mess without even saying a word.” He muses, enjoying the way you squirmed harder on the couch as you shook your head quickly,

“I’m okay with... any names you deemed fit.” You murmured, earning a soft hum from him before you continued, “S-Sir..”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you maybe um— try it?”

“Making a mess out of you without saying anything..?”

“Yes sir..”

As if you’ve said the magic word, his thighs buckled upwards, grinding against your heat as his thumb brush over your clothed nipples and his breath hit your neck, kissing over the marked skin gently, making you let out choked out moans and mewls when he wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Oh look at you, practically humping my thigh like a desperate mindless little girl that you are. Maybe you’ll learn not to run your mouth next time, isn’t that right baby?” He tightened the grip on your neck as he laughed condescendingly, “I asked you a question.” He released his hand from your neck letting them toying against both of your nipples now,

“Y-Yes! yes please sir..” You were a whimpering mess as you keep on grinding your core against his clothed thigh feeling yourself getting close to your climax

“Ah.. pretty baby wants to come doesn’t she?” Just as you were about to ask, you heard his phone ring causing you both to groan,

“Looks like i got a case baby, we’ll finish this later hm?”

“But- But!”

“Shh, be good and go to your scheduled appointment today. I’ll see you when i get back. I love you, and i’ll text you as many times as i can.”

And with a final kiss on the lips, and forehead he was gone, leaving you wet and needy on your couch. Fine, if he wanted to play that way,

he’ll definitely hate the bratty version of you.

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