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#dom spencer reid x reader
stairain · 11 months
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Daddy's Little Helper.
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Spencer wants nothing more than to show his appreciation for you babysitting his daughter, but by giving you a baby of your own was not what you expected. 
Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, age gap (10+), innocence kink, breeding kink, loss of virginity, praise, nicknames, creampie, you want him to get you pregnant.  
WC: 6.3K​​
You were Spencer’s babysitter for his daughter, and it had been a long night for the both of you. Spencer had been out late on a case he knew would take a while, and he was more than grateful you were willing to stay for so long while he was away.
It was almost midnight now, and you were sitting on the couch in his living room after you had put her to bed. You were watching TV and absentmindedly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him to arrive home.
You looked up at the sound of the front door opening, and you immediately recognized the footsteps. You put down your phone immediately, your first thought was to stand up and meet him at the door.
As you watch the door open, you greet a very tired Spencer with a welcoming smile.
“Good evening sir, she’s upstairs sleeping now.”
Spencer smiles at you, putting down his coat on the nearby coat rack and walking towards you. 
“Thank you, you’re an angel.. How did she do tonight?" He replied, stopping directly in front of you, and looking down into your eyes with a warm smile on his face.
You crane your neck up slightly to look up at him and return the smile, nervously. You’d be lying if you said his figure looming over you didn’t intimidate you in the best way possible.
“She was really good, less crying than last time.” You say with a small chuckle. “She missed you a lot, though..”
"Awh, I missed her too." Spencer replied, his smile growing as he reached out to put his hand on your lower back, his thumb subconsciously tracing the outline of your shirt.
"It's always a challenge to leave her with a babysitter, you know? But I'm sure you made it more bearable for her." He added, still with the same smile on his face as he looked down at you.
At his soft touch, your body freezes and a red hot blush covers your face. And you weren’t sure if it was because he was tired, or because of something else, but the way his eyes were hooded and trained on you, it made your mouth run dry.
“Y-Yeah, she seems to really like me.”
Your blush caught Spencer's attention, and it caused his smile to grow even wider. He continued to rest his hand on your lower back, as you two continued to stand in the hallway right next to the stairs.
"Well, she's a smart kid. I'm sure she can tell you're good with her. So I'm very glad that she likes you." He said, before looking up the stairs for a moment. 
"She has good taste." He absentmindedly added, with a chuckle. And he had said it so slyly you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so positively entranced by everything he did. 
Your eyes widened at his words, but you brushed it off.
“I’m sure she’d like any other babysitter the same..” You try to avert your gaze from his face, trying to look everywhere but at him.
The father could tell that you were not telling the truth in the slightest. He chuckled again anyway. 
"I think you’re too hard on yourself. I'm sure she wouldn't like just any babysitter." Spencer said, as he reached a hand up to brush back the hair behind your ear. "I know my daughter wouldn't anyway. So don't sell yourself short." He paused for a moment, and then smiled again.
"You know, you can look at me." He added, with a small laugh. His hand reached out to gently grip your chin, and move your jaw so you were forced to look up at him. 
You nervously chuckled to yourself and your eyes darted back up to meet him, and you gave him a bashful smile.
“I-I guess so.. just happy I can make her happy.”
He nodded.
"She's not the only one that you make happy, you know." He said, with a soft tone to his voice and a warm smile on his face. He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke.
"I'm very happy that you're here." He added, with a small chuckle. "I wouldn't have anyone else taking care of her besides you."
“That’s very kind of you, sir. I’m glad I’m able to help out around here.” 
The atmosphere around the two of you is quiet, and there’s an undistinguished tension between you and him.
Spencer seemed to realize the tension between you two suddenly, and he put his other hand on your waist, his thumbs starting to trace soft circles on your skin. He lowered his face until it was only inches from yours, still smiling softly. 
"How about you forget about the whole babysitter thing now? You can stop calling me sir now." He added, with a hint of a flirtatious tone to his voice.
You huff out a small laugh and flash a smile. You could feel his breath on your skin, even though he wasn’t even that close.
“Just seems like the respectful thing to do, and you, out of all people, deserve it the most.” Your eyes pan up to his, looking into his sultry eyes. 
Spencer smiled even wider at that; he was used to women flirting with him, but you were.. different. 
"Well, in that case... Why don't you come a little bit closer and you can just call me Spencer?" He replied, his tone now openly flirting with you as his hands began to trace lower on your body, now resting on your hips.
Your breath hitches and you swallow before stepping once towards him. Your eyes frantically darted all over his face and even around the room, your nerves running wild as he stared down at you as if you were his prey.
Spencer leaned in closer, his face less than inches from yours now. He looked deep into your eyes, his own heart beating a little faster now as he looked over your features. He wanted to touch you... he wanted to kiss you... but he wanted to make sure this was what you wanted too. 
"Can I?" He asked quietly, his voice nothing more than a soft whisper now. He had an idea of what you would answer, but he wanted you to say it yourself.
You felt yourself get backed up onto the wall of the hallway as he pressed himself closer to you. 
“C-Can you what, sir?”
"Can I.. kiss you?" Spencer said quietly, as he leaned in a little closer now. He put his hand up to rest on your cheek, his fingers gently running over it as he placed his other hand on your shoulder. His face was only inches from yours at this point, and his eyes were only on your lips as he waited patiently for you to answer
You swallow and your eyes shine with adoration for the older man. You find yourself nodding, giving him the confirmation he so desperately wanted.
He smiled softly at your answer, before leaning in even closer, his forehead now touching yours as he looked deep into your eyes once again. He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips softly touched yours. His lips pressed against yours slowly, passionately, as he kissed you... a light, soft kiss at first, before his tongue parted your lips a little and he began to kiss you a little more passionately now. It was obvious how much he wanted this.
A soft moan spills from your mouth at the way he touched you, you felt your back pressed harder against the wall as he pushed himself closer to you.
Spencer moaned quietly back, a soft sound of desire and pleasure escaping his lips as he put more of his weight on you. He pulled away for a second, looking down into your eyes as he gently brushed the hair back off your face.
"Is this okay?" He asked, wanting you to feel fully comfortable with this, but at the same time, not wanting to stop. It felt too good.
You nod in his hold and lick over your lip, biting at it as you look up at him with wide eyes. 
“Yes.. Sir.”
Spencer smiled at your answer before he continued to kiss you again, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth as he kissed you with force, his throat making a series of soft noises as his lips touched yours over and over again.
His hands were on your body the whole time; his hands moved from your back to just below your hips, as one of them began to drift under your shirt and began to trace over your skin, his long fingers drawing lazy, soft circles on your rib cage.
Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, it sent a shiver up your spine and made you tremble in his strong hold.
"You feel so good.." Spencer said quietly as he continued to kiss you, his tongue touching yours once again. 
"You are so beautiful, angel.." Spencer added, before kissing you again. His other hand started to inch under your shirt, tracing up your skin, moving further and further up.
Your eyes roll back into your head at the sensation and you sigh in pleasure. “T-Thank you.. Spence..”
He smiled before beginning to kiss your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone with his tongue. His hand slowly continued to inch up your shirt, his fingers resting just below the line of your bra now.
A land hand splays over the fabric of your cups, and he gives an experimental squeeze to your chest. 
"Does that feel good?" Spencer said softly, his voice breathless and full of desire now.
His tongue left a wet trail on your skin, and you bit your plush lip at his touch on your bra.
“Yes.. Sir.”
He smiled at your answer, before kissing you again as he began to slide your shirt off over your shoulders. 
"Good girl," He mumbled against your lips, before breaking off the kiss.
"Now... turn around," He added, his voice still soft and breathless as he whispered into your ear, as his hands pulled your shirt off of you entirely.
You nod and immediately turn around on the wall so your palms are pressed against it, waiting for his next move.
With a soft chuckle, Spencer began to put his hands on the clasps of your bra, gently moving them under their hooks and pulling your bra off as soon as he got a good enough hold on it.
Once he had your bra fully off, he let it slide to the floor before he stepped closer to you, standing behind you as he leaned down and began to kiss your neck and your shoulders. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and your body involuntarily arched back to grind onto his cock. 
His mouth dropped in a low groan as he felt you arch back into his touch, and he continued to kiss your shoulder now, before biting down hard, leaving a mark.
Your face twisted in a look of pure pleasure and a bit of pain at the bite on your shoulder, and you let out a visceral moan. All you wanted to be was good for him. Spencer leaned down closer to you, whispering in your ear. 
"God, you're so good for me," He mumbled softly, taking your ear in his mouth and biting on it lightly. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties at this point, his words doing nothing to help the arousal that was rushing through your body. 
Spencer smiled against your skin as he heard the moans, and he quickly nipped at your skin again. He was being careful not to bite down too hard, but he still liked causing you to feel a little bit of pain with his kisses.
"That's my girl.." Spencer whispered into your ear, leaning his weight on you now as his hands were clamped around your hips. "So beautiful."
You nodded subconsciously at his praise and let him do whatever he wanted to you. He kissed your neck again as he moved his hands up to the waist of your jeans.
"Can I?" His thumb began to run down the front of your jeans, playing with the buttons that adorned the denim.  
"Can I?" He repeated, and you moaned when you felt his large land dip down between your thighs, and grab gently at your clothed cunt. The friction the fabric provided against you, as well as his touch on you had you thinking there was no doubt you were soaking through your pants at this point. 
You rub your thighs together at the feeling of him grabbing you, and stroking over you. You nod with a soft moan. 
"P-Please.."
Spencer smiled at your answer, before he leaned down and picked you up by the waist, hoisting you off of the ground a little as he started walking towards the guest bedroom. He walked past the living room and kicked the door to the bedroom open, before walking towards the bed and laying you down onto it.
The way he lowered you down and splayed you out on the mattress made you feel like a princess, and knew he wouldn’t stop until you truly felt like one. 
"I've been waiting such a long time to do this." He murmured softly as he began to unbutton your jeans.
"How long, sir..?" You moaned out, sinking back into the soft sheets of his bed as you felt him frantically push the buttons through their holes, and yank down your zipper.
"Since the moment I met you," He replied quietly, his focus going entirely on undressing you.
"You're even more perfect than I thought you'd be." Spencer's hands moved down into the sides of the jeans once they were undone, and began to slide them down your legs.
When you were left in only your panties, he reached a hand to lightly rub his thumb over your covered clit, making you gasp in surprise. A shaky hand went to grab Spencer’s hand. 
Spencer smiled at your touch, but squeezed your hand.
"How come you're always so nervous whenever I touch you?" He asked gently. He wanted you to feel relaxed with him.. and he hoped that you would be able to soon.
"Don't be afraid to just relax and enjoy it." He added, giving you a soft, supportive smile as he continued to lightly rub over your sensitive bundle. 
“I-I’ve never…” Your voice trailed off gently, hoping he would get the gist. He was the first person to ever touch you like this, and on top of that, he intimidated you like no other, but you loved it.
Spencer could tell from the comment that you left unspoken that you'd never been this intimate with anyone before.. and the thought had him feeling almost possessive over you.
"I'll go slow, okay?" He replied softly, letting go of your hand and removing his touch from you. "But I need you to trust me."
His soft, comforting tone made you shiver, and you nodded your head the best you could as you laid against the bed, trying your best to relax.
“I trust you, Sir.”
His eyes lit up at your answer, and he smiled gently.
"Good girl." Spencer replied, before leaning in and kissing you passionately, his arms moving around your body as he pulled you up closer to him. His hands snaked around your waist and made you arch in his hold. 
He broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked deep into your eyes again, and you could feel impatient fingers slide underneath the bands of your underwear.
"Now... let's get the rest of your clothes off... I'm very impatient right now." He said with a small chuckle. He sits up between your legs and as his fingers reach down to pull down your panties, your breath gets caught in your throat. 
“W-What’s got you so ri-riled up.. Sir?”
"What's got me so riled up? Well..." Spencer replied quietly, with a hint of a smile on his face. 
"I've been wanting this for so long, princess. Seeing you everyday... and being unable to do all the things that I want to do.. It has been killing me. So I hope you can understand why I wouldn't want to waste a moment more."
You nod and press your legs together to make it easier for him to remove your panties. His desperation made your skin burn, and your panties wet.
Once Spencer had your panties off, he let out a soft, breathless chuckle, his face clearly showing how much he was enjoying himself. Your cunt was glistening in the soft warm light of the lamp on the nightstand.  
“There we go..." He whispered, his voice full of desire now as he let his eyes wander up and down your body. 
"You're so beautiful." He added, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
You could hear the pure adoration in his voice, and it only turned you on more. A shy blush creeped up onto your face at his praise. 
"You're really turning me on here... I just want you so much.." Spencer whispered quietly as he leaned back down to you now, gently biting on your ear as he kissed you softly. His hands moved down to your hips, moving along your bare curves and up your back now.
"You're so perfect." He added softly. His voice showed just how much he meant it. You were just so perfect for him. 
“How much do you want me, sir?” His touch felt intoxicating on your skin, you could feel yourself melting in his hold. 
"More than.. more than you could possibly imagine..." Spencer replied softly, taking your face in his hands. "I want you so bad I can't take it.." He added, his voice breathless with desire. 
“What do you want to do to me..?” Your wide eyes meet his lust clouded ones.
"I want to touch you in more ways than I ever have before.." Spencer replied, his face moving back down to your neck as he began to kiss it again.
"I want to know every part of your body." He added softly. "Every.. beautiful.. inch." Spencer whispered breathily as his hand left your face to start moving down to the curve of your ass, as if he was checking over your body to make sure this was real, to make sure you were really here with him. He seemed to be loving the moment, taking every little detail of this moment in.
As you felt his movements become needier and impatient, you found the smallest bit of courage in you to whimper out. 
“P-Please be gentle, Sir..”
Spencer smiled at your request and nodded slightly.
"I promise to be gentle..." He whispered, the touch of his breath against your skin sending a tingle through your body now. The tip of his tongue moved up to your ear now, and he began to run his tongue around the shell of it in little circles.
"But you've got to understand that I am extremely eager right now.. I want you so bad it hurts, angel.” Spencer said, his voice full of desire as he continued to kiss your neck.
“I-I understand, Sir..” Your shoulder jolts at the feeling of his tongue on your ear, and your skin raises at his words on your skin.
"Good girl..." he replied quietly, before continuing to kiss your neck as he moved down to your shoulders.
"Where... would you like me to start?" Spencer asked softly, his eyes flickering as he looked over your naked body, he had so many plans of his own for you, but this was about you. He’d ruin you later.
“A-Anywhere you want, sir.. You know best.. I want you to take care of me.”
His eyes flashed with a soft, playful smile.
"Well why don't you just lay there and let me take care of you, then, alright?" He whispered into your ear, as his hand began to move down over your base chest. His hands stopped to take your sensitive buds into his fingers, gently twisting them. It made you arch and whimper in a way that almost made his body give out from above you.
"I need to show how much I want you.." Spencer added softly, his voice heavy with passion and the need to protect you.
You nodded and tried to relax your body, feeling all too tense in this moment despite how much you wanted him to.
He smiled as he felt your body relax under his touch, as his hand moved over your breasts.
"Relax... You're perfect. You're perfect for me.. And I'm going to treat you like it." Spencer whispered softly, before his hand began to move down to your stomach.
"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" He asked, as his hand began to reach your lower stomach. "Or does it make you too hot?" He added, his voice still full of desire.
“I-I like it.. I like it a lot, Sir.” You look down to watch his hand slither down your body, and it makes your body fill with arousal.
"Good," The man replied softly, before his hand lowered further.
"How does this feel?" He asks, his voice a little breathless as he begins to move his hand between your legs, his touch just barely ghosting over your pussy. He was incredibly cautious not to do anything that you didn't want, as he wanted to go slow for you. 
You gasped lightly when you felt his fingers tracing over your cunt and you swallowed back a moan that threatened to shake the house.
“Really.. Really good..”
You were already moaning now, and Spencer couldn't help but laugh a little at it. 
"You really are very sensitive, aren't you?" Spencer replied teasingly. His fingers began to run lightly over your folds, gliding easily through your pussy because of how soaked you were, just from a few fleeting touches and sweet words. 
You can’t help the blush that surfaces on your cheeks at the mention of you being sensitive, and you close your eyes as you try not to let his touch distract you.
“I-I’ve nev-never been touched like this before, Sir. M’sorry.”
"It's alright, beautiful.. I'm just.. testing the waters." Spencer replied softly, smiling as he continued to tease you.
"So, are you ready for more.. or should I wait?" He whispered into your ear, his voice still breathless. "After all, if you're this sensitive now.. I can't imagine how it'll be once I finally get to fuck you." He said, before nibbling on your neck a little.
“Keep going, Sir.. I’m ready..” You slowly spread your legs a little wider, his touch taking over your senses. 
Spencer smiled softly as your legs spread a little for him, and he quickly slipped a finger inside of you. He chuckled softly as he felt you moan and clench in response to his touch.
"That's my girl," Spencer replied quietly, with that same playful smile on him as his hands continued to tease your sensitive cunt.
"You're so sensitive down here, baby.." 
You nodded and bit back a moan. 
“Y-Yeah.. Never even.. touched myself b-before..” And you could practically feel the intensity of his smirk now at your words. You were innocent, never touched before, not even by yourself. You were his completely.
His face lit up at the information that you gave him.. he could tell that it was true, just from the way you reacted to even the smallest touches.. But hearing it out loud like that was something else.
Spencer was so incredibly turned on now, straining against the restricting fabric of his own pants, and he couldn't help but be more enthusiastic now.
"Good girl.. I'll make sure that I do everything exactly right for you." He said softly, before kissing you passionately again. "My beautiful, innocent girl.." He whispered, leaning into you now as his lips moved from your neck and his finger plunged deeper inside of you. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel amazing."
His praise made your body shake with pleasure, and fill with intense arousal you’ve never experienced before. You nod at his words, and surrender yourself to his control.
When he withdraws his finger from you, you’re leaning up on your forearms to watch what he was doing next, and your eyes quickly find his hands where they were pushing down his dress pants, eagerly freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and underwear. 
He was big. And it didn’t surprise you in the slightest, but it did make your breath pick up and your heart stop. As he pulled down his briefs, you could see the way his heavy length sprung out, bobbing slightly in the warm air between you two.
You bit your lip and a moan died down in your throat at the sight. You don’t know how he’d fit it, but he’d manage, somehow. 
When he was back to leaning over your trembling frame, Spencer's hand began to trail up your thigh again, as his lips pressed sweet kisses on your neck, leaving little red marks each time his teeth bit down.
"I've never been this turned on in my life." Spencer whispered softly, before pulling away from you to look into your eyes. One of his hands reached down to stroke over his dick, and he moaned in your face at the feeling of finally being touched, even if it was by himself. 
"Are you still doing okay?" He added quietly when he regained his control, and grabbed himself by the base of his cock. You could feel the dripping head of it pushing against your sticky folds, and the feeling made you dizzy. 
“Yes, sir..” Was all you could manage, as your needy cunt clenched around nothing. You were practically begging to be filled, despite your earlier nervousness. You knew he’d take care of you. 
Spencer smiled at you and lined himself up the best he could on shaking legs.
"You're so cute..." He whispered softly, as his hips began to move gently forward, making his cock trace lightly over your pussy.
"Just stay still..." He added, looking into your eyes again as his length began to slowly slide into your soaked hole. 
His head dipped down to your shoulder and he let out a loud groan, and the sound alone made you whimper. But aside from his own noises, the feeling of his cock stretching into you made your eyes roll back into your head, it felt too good to be true, and you’re glad you waited for him to be the one to finally fuck you. You threw your head back gently on the bed and let him use you.
"That's it... let me take care of you, love." Spencer said quietly, pushing himself further into you. He wanted to take his time with you, he never wanted you to feel forced into this, and he wanted his every touch to make you feel amazing. 
"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered softly, as he was fully sheathed into you. The way you pulsed around him, and the way he could see your arousal coating his cock left him breathless, but he had to stay composed, for you. 
“So good, sir..” Your thighs shake and try to close from the overwhelming pleasure, but with him slotted between your legs, it’s an impossible feat. You opt for wrapping your legs around him instead, urging him even deeper into you.
"Good.." Spencer said softly. "Just let it happen.. I know it's a lot right now, but I swear, it's going to feel amazing." 
He added quietly, as he started to shallowly thrust into you, drunk on the way you’re swallowing him up so eagerly, even if this was your first time. You feel so good around him it’s making him dizzy, but you’re not doing any better than he is. 
The sensation is so new, but you’ve never felt anything better. He’s slowly pulling his cock out of you, and then pushing back in, and it’s a rhythm you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of. You give an experimental clench of your cunt around him, and his arms almost give out from above you at the feeling. He sighs and shakes his head. 
"You're an angel." He murmured softly after a few more seconds. "I don't deserve you."
You shake your head the best you can and try not to moan.
“N-No.. I don’t deserve you..”
Spencer smiled softly down you as his the speed of his thrusts begin to pick up, and he starts to fuck into you deeper, harder. His long hair falling down and covering his face. 
"Maybe we just deserve each other.." He offered quietly. "We seem to make each other so happy.." He said softly, before kissing you on the forehead and smiling. 
"Well, you sure didn’t deserve to have to wait this long before a man makes you feel like this."
He added with a slight chuckle, as his cock fucked deeper into you now, pounding into that sweet spot that you didn’t even know existed until now, but with how he was pressing into it so deliciously, it made you shudder and writhe around him.
He was plowing into just the right spot to make you feel so much bliss that you could practically see the stars right in front of you.
Spencer smiled at you as you started to moan and whimper out louder for him, and he couldn't help but enjoy the power of making you feel so good.
"See how good that is?..I knew you'd like it, baby." Spencer said, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before panting against it. "I know how to treat you properly.. Don’t I?” 
You couldn’t say anything in reply to him, how could you? The way he was making you feel was like nothing you’ve ever felt, and it was wrecking you.
Spencer smiled softly, as he could tell that you were on a completely different planet right now. He was proud of himself for being the one to cause that reaction in you, and he was clearly loving all the control he had in the situation right now. He wanted to keep you here with him like this at this moment forever.
"Are you enjoying this, honey?" He asked softly, before speeding up the cant of his hips, slapping the skin of his pelvis into the sticky flesh of your pussy and soaked thighs. 
“Y-Yes, sir.. Fuck..” Your body trembles and your head thrashes at his pleasurable touch, and you could feel the coil inside of you wind tighter and tighter, you didn’t know what was happening, all you knew was that it felt so so good.
Spencer laughed, the moment made too perfect to be upset at your wording. 
"You need to watch your language when talking to me.. I mean it." He said teasingly, but he also seemed genuinely amused by the slip.
"But you're enjoying this so much, aren't you? How does it feel... being a little dirty girl with me?" 
The degradation. It was new to you.. This all was, and you feel that you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you did. You always wanted to please him, do good for him, and make him proud.. But yet it felt amazing hearing him call you that in such a condescending tone. 
You shake your head at your slip up and try to push that thought to the side. 
“I-I’m sorry, sir..” You moan out. “Feels so good..”
"I know.. I know, angel.. it's hard to think straight when you feel this good, isn't it?" Spencer teased quietly, his voice full of adoration and cockiness for being the one to make you feel like this.
You nod without another word, and feel your release approaching quickly. Both from the way he was humping into you and also from the condescending yet gentle tone he’s speaking to you with. It was all too much, and yet not enough. You needed him so badly. 
"You're getting so close, aren't you?" Spencer asked teasingly, before adding, "And you know what that means, right?" He asked, his voice going lower and lower as you reached your breaking point.
You shook your head, you’ve never felt this way before, it was overtaking all of your senses. You clenched around him in a panic to somehow halt the quick approaching feeling you were experiencing, and it only served to add onto it. 
“N-No, sir..”
"Well, you're about to find out, beautiful..." Spencer replied softly, before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "You have to trust me now... okay?"
He rammed his length deeper into you now, and made it a point to slam into that sweet spot inside of you everytime he buried himself in you. His own release was approaching, but he needed you to finish first. This was all about you. 
Then, with a final burst of energy, he pressed his cock impossibly deeper inside of you, kissing your cervix with the tip of his dick, as the moment you've been frantically awaiting for seemed finally upon you.
“I- Oh.. Oh my- S-Sir..” You let out a series of moans, whimpers, and whines as you were brought closer and closer to your peak. You had no idea what this feeling was, but you knew you didn’t want it to stop, not now, you were so so close.
"That's it... let it out for me.." Spencer replied quietly as he leaned away from you and grabbed you forcefully by your hips to fuck into you mercilessly, as if you were a doll to him. 
He knew exactly what he was doing to you and wanted you to fully let yourself get carried away in this moment, he had already reached the point of no return, and you could feel it in the way he lifted you from the bed and plowed into you. 
"You're almost there, beautiful..." He moaned softly. "Just one.. big.. release for me.. You can do it, princess."
And with a final, passionate blow to your weeping cunt, you throw your head back in a borderline scream at how good it all felt. Your body felt like it was on fire as you exploded by his touch. Your head thrashed and and your mind was spinning from how good it all felt. Nonstop moans poured from your mouth as you were finally pushed over the edge.
"There we go, baby.." Spencer said quietly as you squeezed around him so tight he could barely move, and it made him so fucking hard. As he watched you shake through your release, he began to fuck into you even harder now, finally able to use your body for everything it was worth as he felt the deep pit in his stomach grow larger and larger with each heavy drag he dealt to your used pussy. 
“God, baby.. So so good..”
His movements became erratic as his own peak was quickly creeping up on him, and he looked up at you with heavy eyes as he felt himself get so lost in the pleasure he could barely hold himself up. 
You looked back down to him and even though you were reaching the point of overstimulation, the feeling of him using you was too good to deny. And you could feel the primal instinct taking over him as he fucked you harder and harder with each passing second, it was getting too much for him, and his head hung against your shoulder as breathy moans left his mouth. 
“W-Wanna give you another, sir. Please.” 
Spencer’s head whipped up to look at you, and his eyes were wider than you’ve ever seen them, it almost made you laugh. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and bite your lip. 
“W-What..?”
He’s breathless, but his cock doesn’t falter at all inside of you, it only speeds up at the implication in your words. You don’t say anything else, you just nod and stare at him with want and desperation swirling in your eyes. 
“Oh my god.. Oh my god..” 
Spencer repeats over and over as he lets himself go, and grips at your hips in a bruising hold as he shoots ribbons of his heavy load inside of you. Both of your mouths drop in unison at the sensation, and you whimper at the feeling of his scorching cum painting your slick walls. 
“S-Sir..” 
Is all you can grit out, and your fingernails find their way to his back, pulling makeshift daggers down his skin as he continues to smash his length in your aching, soaked hole. His body collapses down against yours, as he jolts and spasms with every spurt of release he dumps into you. 
He’s buried so unbelievably deep inside of you right now, that there was no doubt that you would give him another child. You could already feel his release seeping into you, claiming you as his forever. 
Through heavy pants and on shaking arms, he lifts himself slightly to look at you. The both of you looked positively ruined by the other, and he pressed a light kiss on your sweaty cheek. 
“Y-You.. You’re insane, sweetheart..” 
You breathlessly chuckled at his words, and pulled him back down so he was laying on your chest. Your body was trembling underneath him, and you could feel your slick and his cum leaking out of you onto the bed sheets. With enough consciousness to speak, you softly sigh. 
“Do I at least get to pick the name?”
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Little Angel
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Pairing: Spencer Reid × virgin!fem reader
Genre: SMUT, some fluff, a little tiny smidge of angst. MINORS DNI 18+
Summary: As the youngest and most innocent member of the BAU, they all take care of their little angel. When they find out just how innocent you are, though, one member takes his possession to the next level. You're his little angel, and he's determined to have you.
Warnings: loss of virginity, loss of innocence, degradation, pet names, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, cum marking, love bites, Spencer is territorial and possessive, Dom! Spencer Reid, PinV sex, mentions breeding, but he pulls out.
A/N: We've reached Day 8 of kinktober! It's our second "long" fic, meaning there's a bit more plot to this, and the smut scene is longer too (WC is almost 7k!) I hope you love this one just as much as I did... The kinktober masterlist can be found here, and my regular masterlist is here too! If you want something specific, my requests are open ❤️
Your first three months with the BAU were a blur, and for good reason. Endless cases, back-to-back, interrupted only by the slight hint of a weekend or the ever possible death row interview. You were tired, stressed, and afraid to walk home alone at night, and absolutely satisfied. As far as you were concerned, it was all worth it to get these monsters off the streets, to help save their victims and to find out what made them tick. There was nothing else you'd rather be doing. 
The team had helped you settle in well, too. You'd joined the team after Alex Blake had left - she'd recommended you actually from the college seminars you'd taken with her. You were obviously lacking a bit of experience, so they took on two team members, and you and Kate Callahan had the great opportunity of both being the newbie. But you had a slight disadvantage of age, coming in as the youngest member of the team. You thought that might be why you'd settled in so well, in all honesty. 
Hotch and Rossi were both protective in a fatherly way. Hotch pushed you and Rossi encouraged you and that was everything you needed from them. A strong pat on the back at the end of a case and a "you did good, kid," and whatever hell they'd pushed you through, it was worth it. Morgan's tough love was brotherly, but he did a great job at getting you to relax on and off the case, reminding you to not take the work home. JJ and Kate were great mentors. It wasn't easy being women in the FBI, let alone the unit that specifically looked into some of the most misogynistic killings, rapes and abductions in the world. They both gave you tips about how to handle condescending officers, and JJ had held your hair back after you'd puked your guts up on a particularly harrowing day in the field. With Penelope, friendship was easy, and you loved talking to her about whatever hyperfixation you were on that week, loving that there was someone on your team that had filled their life with genuine joy in the face of so much horror. 
And Spencer. Honestly, you were beginning to think that you'd used Spencer as a human stuffed toy a bit too much. 
You don't know how it happened at first, just that after one of your first few cases, you'd been so elated to find a victim alive, safe but traumatised, that you'd thrown yourself into his arms the minute you got back to the precinct. 
"We did it, I thought she was going to be dead, Spencer but she isn't." Your head was pressed into his chest, you were almost surprised he even heard them, muffled as they were. If you weren't so elated, you'd have noticed the way he'd stiffened at your touch, panicking slightly before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you, too. But you pulled away before you could notice that he wasn't really used to any physical comfort, bouncing off to write up your case report. 
Spencer noticed, though. Noticed how the heat of your body made him feel comforted, the way his heart rate increased to 125 BPM from it's base rate and didn't fall back to normal for another half hour. He noticed that you smelt like jasmine and patchouli, and more importantly, he noticed that he didn't really care if you touched him, and that was new. 
It became a kind of ritual for you, finding him after a case and folding into his arms to celebrate. They were friendly hugs, after all, a sign that you'd been through hell together, and you'd made it through like avenging angels. They only lingered longer when the cases went badly. You turned to crying in his arms after you'd discovered the body of a dead street girl, Veronica, in pieces in the house of an unsub who'd committed suicide by cop moments earlier. 
"I told her she'd be safe if she talked to us, Reid. I told her we'd protect her, that I'd protect her." You were so hurt by that failure that he'd had to drive you home that night, holding your hand the entire way so you didn't feel so alone, left to fester in your guilt. 
The rest of the team had begun teasing you about the hugs, but you'd brushed them off. You hugged everyone else too, and you knew for a fact that Penelope hugged every member of the team, so there was nothing special going on between you and Spencer. No one had deigned to inform you of Spencer's germophobia and aversion to touch. 
"Gonna tell me what that's all about?" Morgan asked Spencer as you bounced away from a hug one day, leaving to remove your FBI vest. 
"What what's all about?" He replied coldly, turning away to remove his own vest, replacing it with his blazer. 
"What, you don't have a statistic for how many germs are passed between people during a hug, Kid, come on, you were practically smelling her hair." The older man's eyebrows raised in a question again, but Spencer continued to blow him off.��
"I hug people all the time, it's not a big deal." He shrugged. 
"It took you four years to return one of Penelope's hugs, and you still only do that on special occasions. That's not all the time." 
"Derek, just drop it. There's nothing going on, she just… She just does it sometimes." 
It was when you'd hugged him in the middle of the office, without a case to use as an excuse, that you noticed an underlying tension in the office. You were all celebrating, of course, Callahan had just announced her pregnancy, and you were all so happy for her. You'd heard the happy news and instantly turned and thrown yourself into Spencer's arms. Even you weren't sure why, not even questioning it until you saw the awkward glances on the other profilers' faces. You brushed it off by rushing to give each of them hugs, and running out in a mad flush, needing air, or water or something to get you out of what was looking more and more like an interrogation room. 
A few cases later, the entire team headed to O'Keefe's to celebrate. 
"To another case successfully solved," Morgan toasted, and you all joined him, lifting your glasses in triumph. 
"To the wonders of non-alcoholic beer," chimed in Kate, leaving you all laughing together. The booth was small, and as usual, you'd found yourself sat right in the arms of Spencer Reid. You hadn't intended it, honestly, having slightly avoided him recently, but you'd followed Penelope into her side of the circular table, and Reid had followed you. You were sat squished between them, your arms resting awkwardly on your lap between drinks. 
"Okay, a night of drinking is slightly boring without some games to spice things up, what do you say, hot chocolate?" Penelope said, addressing Morgan who was on her other side. 
"I'm all ears, baby girl. What were you thinking?" 
"How about twenty questions? We already know a lot about each other, let's see what we don't know?" Kate suggested, thriving off of the knowledge that as the sole sober member present, she'd hold all the cards tomorrow. 
"What, how is asking questions a game?" Reid questioned jokingly from beside you. "That's just an interrogation or a therapy session, there's no winner or loser."  
Already slightly buzzing from your drink, you turned to him and out your fingers in his lips, shushing him. 
"No time for logic in matters of the bottle, Spencer. Let's play." He pulled your fingers off him, but nodded, holding them in his grip still as you turned back to the table. 
"I'll start! JJ, are you and Will thinking of having more baby LaMontagne's?" Penelope jumped at the chance to probe her teammate, and you laughed at her enthusiasm. 
"There have been discussions, but I'll not confirm or deny yet." JJ said, taking a sip of her drink as she slyly avoided a direct answer. 
"I always forget why you were so good with the press, Miss No Answers. Okay, your turn to ask a question." 
"Okay, Morgan. Are you thinking of popping the question to Savannah anytime soon?" 
"Did she send you?" He laughed and took a drink. "If I do, she'll be the first to know." 
The game went back and forth like this for a few rounds before Penelope turned the spotlight back to you. 
"Okay, Y/N. You were a college student recently, I know you've got some wild stories. Where's the craziest place you've ever done it?" You knew Penelope didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. She was just an open person. 
But you shifted in your seat nonetheless, trying to figure out if you could answer or even if you would. Your tongue was a bit looser than you expected though, because before you could even finish thinking you just blurted it out. 
"Nowhere." 
The others blinked at you slightly before Penelope dived in with another question. 
"Is that Nowhere, Oaklahoma, or you're just not having sex in crazy places?" 
"No. I'm not… I'm not having sex. Period. Never have." You felt yourself shrink as the other members of the team awkwardly apologised for probing you so much. Really it wasn't that big of a deal, and it wasn't as if you were saving it for religious or moral reasons. But you'd not been the most popular teenager, and you'd started studying serial killers and sociopaths so early that you really hadn't wanted to get so intimate with someone else like that. 
Unbeknownst to you, Spencer's grip on his own drink had tightened ever so slightly, his heart race had picked up again, and suddenly the hand that was holding yours suddenly let you go, quietly dropping your fingers like they were glowing cinders, and he was dripping in gasoline, waiting to ignite. 
Lust. He felt sick with himself for the images that were suddenly flashing through his mind now that he knew you'd never been held in that way, trying not to fantasise about you underneath him, holding him, begging him, feeling all of him. He took another swig of his drink and politely excused himself to get another as he let himself catch some air, as the sudden realization that he wanted you - and had wanted you for quite some time now - finally hit him.
The next couple of weeks were normal, and you were thankful to have that discussion behind you. No one treated you differently, acted like you were more of a child than before, asked you how your dating life was or set you up on blind dates, which was really refreshing actually. You'd let some friends know previously, and that's all they'd done, surprised that you could live ignorant to wonders of sex without shrivelling up and dying. 
The only thing that was different was Spencer. And that wasn't really difference so much as growing more comfortable with each other. He'd rest his hand on the small of your back now in support sometimes, or have a hand slung over the back of your chair when sitting together. He was constantly at your side, especially if you were around male suspects or officers who'd taken a bit of a ballsy approach. 
You liked it, probably a bit too much. You gravitated towards him in a room filled with people, and found yourself hugging him more often, when you left a room, when you entered one, when he looked like he needed it. Which, recently, was all the time. A month went by with this increased comfort level, and soon you found yourself feeling wrong if his hands weren't on you. 
He stood close to you all the time, and you noticed the stares you were getting from everyone else. A few officers who'd approach you would apologise to him when they noticed him at your back, hand on your hip as he pulled you away. 
After one case, you could even swear that you felt more than him than you were expecting. He'd moved away slightly in between one of your hugs, but you'd pulled his arms back around you and stepped closer, pressing your back against his chest, letting your head rest on his arms. Something hard and long wedged up against your ass, and in a split second he was pulling away before you could ask him about it. He excused himself, and you felt your body burn up. It was Spencer, it was just Spencer and that wasn't because of you, it was some other reason. 
Spencer didn't know what he was doing. He grew more possessive over you by the day, and he'd honestly nearly bitten the head off an officer who asked him for your number. 
"Sorry, she doesn't have a phone." 
"But I saw her with one earlier. Look I get it she's FBI, and you guys are-" 
"Okay, so she's not interested."
"Hey, why don't you let her decide that wise guy?" 
"Oh sure, get angry I'm sure she'd love that. She's not interested, she has me." He couldn't help himself from getting in the officers face at that, and Morgan had to pull him back from the edge. 
"Wow, wow, hey, calm down." The officer stormed out, and he felt triumphant for only a second before Morgan rounded on him. 
"Whatever this thing you've got going on, Spencer, you need to get it out of your system as soon as possible." His voice was low and stern, throwing a glance over his shoulder to where you were sitting, staring confusedly through the glass at Spencer, whose eyes refused to move from your own. 
" I just wanted him to back off, she doesn't like him like that."
"No, you wanted him to back off because you've marked her like some animal marking its territory. She's not your prey, Spencer, she's our team member, now you're gonna have to get your act together and leave her alone, because we've got work to do." 
Sighing and throwing his hands through his hair again, he finally looked away from you and gathered his breath. He wanted to stop this too, this horrible perverted feeling of needing his hands on you, wanting to possess you day and night. To protect you. He just wasn't sure if he was strong enough to do that. 
The next time you all went to O'Keefe's he certainly tried. You expected him to follow you into the booth again - he didn't, sitting opposite you next to JJ. You expected him to talk to you or look at you for more than a second at a time - he didn't, avoiding most conversations entirely and keeping his eyes fixed on the bar. You certainly expected him to still be sat at the table when you returned from the bathroom, ready to slip into the seat beside him, force him to talk to you. Instead he was gone, and you scanned the rest of the bar trying to locate him. 
Something green and vile jumped you when you finally locked onto him, stood at the bar, surrounded by other women. Surrounded was maybe an exaggeration, as there were really only two of them, but they were practically draping themselves over him, and for some reason that set something alight inside of you. 
You watched them for a moment, how one of them trailed a hand up his arm as he shuddered away from their touch, the other pressing herself against the bar so her chest pushed up dramatically. The green bile in your throat carried your feet forwards, and before you knew it, you were clearing it from your throat to grab their attentions. 
"Spencer, there you are!" You brightened your tone specifically, as you locked eyes with his panicked ones. The two girls looked you up and down as you moved closer, brushing past them to climb up right into his lap on the barstool, pulling his arm around you as you pressed your ass into his crotch. 
"Are you going to introduce me to your new friends?" The smile didn't reach your eyes as you let your back rest against his chest comfortably, watching the women to see their reactions. The one touching him pulled her arm back instantly, and the other readjusted her dress before they both left silently, carrying their glasses back to wherever they came from. 
You watched them leave a little triumphantly before the green faded, and you realised what you had done. 
"Y/N…?" His voice was hesitant in your ear, and you shivered slightly before pushing off of him. 
"I'm so sorry, Spence, it just- it… looked like you were hard." You panicked again, pushing closer to him. "No, like you were in a hard situation, not that you were," your hand accidentally dropped to his crotch as you spoke your final words: "Hard."
He twitched beneath you as you finally looked down to where your hand was, as his mouth opened to say something. 
"Y/N…" was all you heard before you turned around, and fast walked to the entrance, picking your bag up quickly on the way, and then sprinted the second the cold air hit your face. 
You cursed yourself inwardly as you ran the three blocks more to your apartment, thankful that you were at least in walking (or apparently running) distance. What the hell had you been thinking? Practically sexually harassing one of your coworkers like that, grabbing his dick, albeit accidentally. 
You slammed your door shut behind you, leaning against it and sliding to the floor as you finally accepted that whatever this was with Reid, it wasn't friendship for you anymore. And you weren't sure if it had ever been. 
With your head between your legs, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you started replaying each moment with him, each touch from the very first. How even the memory of a brush past you could excite a fire in your heart, a heat between your legs growing by the second. 
You wanted to crawl pathetically into bed and not think about him until the next morning at work,  but fate, or Doctor Spencer Reid, had other plans. 
The knock at your door was sudden and incessant, the banging starting loud, and staying consistent until you tentatively pulled it open. 
He was stood there, chest heaving, looking down at you, sweat coating his forehead. 
"Can I… Come in?" He asked, and you nodded, too stunned at his sudden appearance to tell if this was real or just your fantasy becoming a little too realistic. 
He thanked you for letting him inside, and you showed him inside, guiding him to he couch, where you took a seat opposite him. 
"I wanted to make sure you were okay, you left in a rush and…" He trailed off, eyes flicking down to your lips. His Adam's apple bobbed with his swallow, and you watched it yourself, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, as if you were a schoolgirl about to get in trouble with a disappointed teacher. 
"I'm okay." 
"Okay, that's great, that's… Great." His breaths caught up to him, and he took another deep breath and a swallow before continuing. "How about we continue that game from last time. Twenty questions?" 
You'd do anything to stop him walking out of that door, but you felt too shy to touch him again, even in the friendly ways you were used to, so you eagerly accepted. 
"Yes, that… That sounds fun, thank you." 
"Okay. Question one. Do you know why I'm here?" He asks as he shifts closer to you, still not touching, but at a proximity where it would be natural to accidentally brush against one another. 
"N-No. But I might have an idea." He nodded at your response before moving on to his next question. 
"Question two. Are you a virgin?" He didn't trip or stumble over the words, pushing them out slowly and delicately so as not to offend. 
"Yes." The lump in your throat was thick, almost as if he'd put something there that you couldn't help but choke on. 
"Question three. Do you want to remain a virgin?" 
You shook your head no, following it with your voice seconds later as he stood up from his seat, putting some distance between you. 
"Question four. Do you feel intoxicated or drunk right now?" He held himself still as you sat on the very edge of your chair, desperate to feel his hands on you now. 
"No, I only had one sip at the bar before…" He held up a hand to silence you, and you did. 
Question five. Answer me honestly. Do you like it when I touch you?" 
"Yes." Your breath was a whisper, but it was breathy, sounding almost pornographic in your neediness. 
"Question six. Do you like it when other people touch you?" 
"Do you?" His head snapped back to yours, and you froze under his gaze. "Not as much." You answered and relaxed again, pouting slightly at his lack of answer. 
"Question seven. Do you like me touching other people?" He took a step closer to you again with this question, but you continued pouting as you shook your head. 
"No. I don't." His lips quirked upwards before he could stop them, but he gathered himself together again. 
"Question eight. Do you want me to leave?" You met his eyes at that question, taking one good, hard, long look at him. You noted the tensed jaw, the clenched fists, his stiff body language, trailing your eyes over him before looking him directly in the eyes. 
"No." You let the word hang on your tongue, pulling it out a bit longer than was necessary as you watched him take in a shaky breath. 
"Question nine. Do you want me to come over there and kiss you?" 
"God, yes." He was on you in seconds, restraints gone, throwing himself back at you as his lips collided with your own. Virgin you may be, but you'd kissed men before, and it had been nothing like this. 
His hands trailed up to your hair, tipping your head back slightly so he could gain better access. He bit your lip and thrust his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, so eager to consume every part of you whole. 
You'd never felt like this before. 
He pulled away, and you tried desperately to chase his lips, even as your lungs begged you to stop. 
"Last question," he whispered in the space between you, holding the sides of your face at a distance so neither of you could be tempted to dive in for a second kiss, or a third, or fourth. "Do you want me to fuck you?" You whimpered at his words, nodding furiously as you tried to lunge at him again, but he held you firm. 
"I need you to say your answer, baby. I need to hear your consent, okay?" You nod again and open your mouth, eyes never leaving his lips as you moan out a definitive "yes."
Instead of letting your lips fall against his again, he lunges for you, grabbing your legs and hauling you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style all the way back to your bedroom. 
"Gonna do it right," he mutters to himself as he throws you down on the bed, pulling back to take off his jacket and unbutton the cuffs on his shirt, rolling the sleeves up meticulously. 
"I'm going to take care of you, Y/N, okay?" You nod at him and flush, suddenly feeling the strength of his need for you as he holds himself back. He puts his hands on you again, gently coaxing your legs apart, pushing your skirt up over your hips. Reflexively, you move your hands over yourself, covering your sensitive places with your hands. 
"Don't cover yourself." His voice is strong, deep, as he orders you, and you let your arms drop back to your side. He traces his hands up and down your legs, almost as if he were memorising every inch of your skin, how you felt under his hands. 
His hands make their way up to your panties, and you watch with baited breath as he moves you, pulling your hips up so he can let them fall down. The lace material tickles you as he pushes them past your thighs, over your knees and finally off your legs entirely, balling them up and putting them in his pocket. 
"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" He asks it like a question, but he doesn't wait for your answer, unable to hold himself back before diving straight between your legs, so desperate to taste you that he's deaf to everything else. 
His tongue connects with your sensitive area first, tracing up and down at a steady pace as his legs half-heartedly push your legs open. It's almost as if he's enjoying the pressure of your legs wrapped around him, suffocating between your thighs as he feels your pleasure build, and build. 
Eventually he pushes your hips further apart, letting himself push his face into even more of you, his tongue entering your hole as he begins fucking it in and out of you, fingers coming back up to your clit to keep up the pressure there. 
"Spencer, please, please, fuck." 
"I love it when you beg for me like a needy little slut," he whispers, holding your legs apart as he looked up at you, face slick with your arousal. Your mouth drops wide at his words, and he immediately begins to retract them. 
"I'm sorry, Y/N, if that was too far, I just got caught up -" 
"I liked it." You said, quieting him as you spread your legs a bit further apart, begging for him to continue. He smiled and dived right back in, bringing his other hand up under your dress, all the way to your chest as you kept your legs open yourself. 
He sucked your clit into his mouth, lapping up all the juices you were releasing as you moaned underneath him, bucking into his face at the memory of his degradation. 
You were a needy little slut, and you needed him to make you cum. He was more than happy to oblige. 
He kept you there for what felt like forever, drinking you in for as long as he could. You orgasmed twice before he finished, completely overstimulated by the way he was desperately fucking you with his mouth. 
He was obsessed with you, with your scent, your taste, with being the first ever person to ever touch you like this, to fuck you, to make you feel so good. Without him even realising, you're pushed to the brink for a second time, shuddering under the heat of his mouth as he drinks you in. 
He finally pulls his head up again, coming up for air as you're twitching under him. 
"Perfect, baby, so perfect for me." His lips fall down to your own, and suddenly you're tasting yourself on his tongue. It's hypnotising, and despite the pleasure you've just received, you need more, desperate to feel him on you again. 
When he pulls his mouth away, he replaces himself with his fingers, pushing them into your mouth. 
"Suck," he says and you listen, as he watches the way you lick yourself off of him. 
He unzips your dress with his free hand, carefully pulling your arms out of the sleeves and pushing your dress off your body. You trace your tongue around every ridge of his fingers, leaving no inch undiscovered. He moved you to pull the dress of, and you graciously followed, letting him do whatever he wanted to you. 
"Nice little slut, tasting herself on my fingers?" He whispered when you were finally bare, pulling his fingers from your mouth, letting the trail of spit hang between you as you moaned. 
He removed himself from over you, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 
"Come here. Come and sit on my lap." 
You cautiously followed his directions. You'd thought that he'd fuck you then, after spending so long getting you ready, but apart from his tie, which he was in the middle of discarding as you crawled over to him, he hadn't derobed any further. 
"That's it baby, come and sit yourself down right here." He pat his thigh and you crawled over, lowering yourself down onto his clothed leg. 
"What now, Spencer?" You stuttered the words out, heart beating as you awaited his instructions. 
"Now, I want you to rock your hips back and forth. Just like this." He grabbed your hips and started moving you against his leg, pushing you down to grind into him. 
"Spencer, wait, I don't know-" 
"I do. I know you can do it, so please try. For me." You pulled you in for a kiss, and then removed his hands from you, leaving you to rock against his thigh. 
You were unsure of the movements at first, moving slowly as you dragged your aching cunt up and down the top of his pants, watching as you saw the wet patch you were making. You moaned with each movement, growing faster and more confident as you continued. 
"That's it baby, use me to get yourself off, okay? Let me see you." He whispered in your ears, pushing your sweat-slicked hair ou of your face, holding it up for you. 
"Spencer please," you don't even know what you're asking for as you beg him, feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach grow. 
"No, you can do it. You look so beautiful like this, Y/N, so desperate for my cock, huh?" You start trying to unbutton his shirt, desperate to see more of him, to feel more of his bare skin on your own. But he stops your hands and holds them against his chest. 
"You need to ask nicely first, before trying to undress me like a needy little whore." The words should sound violent, should humiliate you, but his voice is so soft you simply move faster, moaning and desperate to cum one more time. 
"Fuck, Spencer, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" 
"No, you're not." Before you finish, he pulls you off his leg, hauling your body back onto the bed, and laying you back down on your back. You moan in disapproval, so frustrated with the lack of release that you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. 
"Don't cry, baby. I'll give you what you want soon." He practically rips his clothes off, pulling his vest over his head, stumbling over each button and removing his belt and pants before climbing over to you. His cock finally free you take your first glance at it. 
You'd never entirely been sure how it was that the male appendage fit inside something as small as your pussy, and you were doubly unsure about how Spencer's was ever going to fit inside you. You stared at it wide eyed, as you took in the length, the girth, and the heat of it as he stroked it in one hands, pushing on top of you. 
He let go of it as soon as he was between your legs, letting it fall onto your stomach as he crawled between your legs. He trailed a finger over your lower abdomen just around where his cock was twitching against you as his other hand came up to stroke your hair. 
"You look worried, Y/N, what's wrong?" 
"Will it, um, will it fit?" You asked, knowing how cliché you sounded. 
"We've spent the last thirty-seven minutes loosening you up with foreplay. It should fit, but I can't promise it won't hurt."
"Right, if my hymen is still intact you have to…" 
"That's right. And then it's going to reach all the way in you to here," with each word, he stepped his fingers up from your clit to where the tip of his dick sat on your stomach, letting you come to terms with exactly how full you were about to be. 
"I'm going to fill you, and you're going to be mine, and I'm going to be yours. My sweet angel." He stroked your face, catching his thumb on your lips on the way down, tempted to thrust it into your mouth again, to see just how much of a whore you could be, given the chance. 
Instead, he lined himself up with your dripping core, and, making sure one last time that this is what you wanted, slowly pushed in. 
It was uncomfortable at first, having something so wholly alien inside of you, you weren't sure how to react. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails in, deep, as he pushed in further. 
"Y/N, I need to move more now, and it's going to hurt a little, you just have to trust me, okay?" He kissed the top of your head, but you were so lost in the sensations to answer. With one swift jerk of his hips, he pushed through your hymen, and fully sheathed himself inside of you. He pressed small kisses everywhere on your face, while whispering to you how beautiful you were. 
"You're doing so good for me angel, I'm going to take care of you. Going to make you feel so much better than this. You're so beautiful." His lips were distractingly sweet, as were his words, and soon you found yourself relaxing into him, the sharp pain of earlier fading to an electric buzz inside of you. 
You jerked your hips up to meet his, and with that, he knew you were ready. From his words, you'd assumed that he'd move slowly in you. But with one final lingering kiss to your lips, he lifted his chest up, pinned your legs tightly down, and started thrusting hard and fast. 
"Sorry, just couldn't help myself baby. Needed to see you looking ruined underneath me." Moans spilled out of your mouth with his every movement, and the orgasm you'd built up earlier hit you like a ton of bricks, blackness hazing over your eyes as they rolled back in your head. 
"Fuck, fuck, Spencer, don't stop!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, unable to control your pitch or volume as he slammed into you desperately. He was so turned on by the sight of you beneath him, so proud of having fucked away your virginity, to have given you your very first penetrative orgasm that he wouldn't have heard anything that came out of your mouth. 
His eyes were fixated at the place between you, where you joined, where he was entering you, defiling you, claiming you, using you, breeding you. 
He knew he wouldn't cum inside of you, not the first time, but it was tempting. Instead, he chose to move his lips back to your skin. He marked you with love bites and hickeys across your neck, chest and shoulders as you moaned with every roll of his hips, shuddering on his cock. He was close. And seeing you like this, displaying all the signs that you were his and his only, he finally lost it. 
Pulling his dick out of you, he stroked it through his release, spraying his seed over the parts of your skin he hadn't bruised with love. Your stomach, your breasts, hell, one spurt even landed dangerously close to your lips, he was everywhere. You. Were. His. 
He fell beside you, panting for a few moments as you finally cracked your eyes back open, realising what the two of you had just done. You wiped the cum from your face with a stray finger, staring at it for a second before licking it off your finger. 
"As hot as that was, I think we should get you cleaned up properly, angel." He spends forever cleaning you up, carrying you to the bathroom, washing your entire body with hot water and a fresh cloth, running you a hot bath to relax your muscles. You snuggle into his chest at some point in the bath, relaxing so much into him, that you drift off to sleep. 
You feel him carry you to bed, semi-conscious, tucking you in and climbing in next to you. He holds you through the night, the way he holds you after your bad cases. He holds you until he doesn't. 
You're blindsided by the cold bed the next morning. You knew he would be there, you'd felt him inside you and next to you, and you'd needed his warmth, but he was gone. You looked for him in every other part of your home, looked for a note or an explanation, but there wasn't one. 
Through tears, you got ready for work, ready to face him and make him answer why he was suddenly gone. You wanted him to apologise, especially since he'd marked you so badly the night before you looked like a car crash victim from the neck down. 
Dark lavender blossomed along your collar bones as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trailing a finger along every place that he touched the night before. 
"How could you be so stupid?" You cursed yourself. If you'd have listened to what he was saying last night, really listened, you'd have known he wasn't going to be here in the morning. He wanted to ruin you, to possess you, to take away your virginity, and he'd done just that. 
You almost wanted to keep the bruises on display going into work, to make him confront the pain he caused you by leaving. In the end, it was the inevitable stares from everyone else that convinced you otherwise. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction. 
You pushed through the doors to the bullpen and didn't bother putting your bag down before you started scanning the room for him. 
"Where's Spencer?" You practically shouted the words at Morgan, unable to hold back your anger. 
"Y/N, what's wrong?" 
"Where is he?" You demand, and there must be something in your eyes that speaks to your devastation because Morgan shuts up and just points to the top of the stairs, where Spencer is exiting Hotch's office without a care in the world. 
You don't realise that something is tears until you're beating a hand against his chest in frustration as they spill down your face. 
"Where were you?" You demand, sobbing into his chest, as he pulls your hands away. The entire office is watching your commotion, but you don't care, you're not letting him move you out of the way. 
"Y/N, I need you to sign this." His voice is calm, and you hate him for that. That he can stay so neutral when he's just broken your heart. 
"No, not until you tell me why you left." 
"Sign the papers, Y/N, trust me." He pulls your chin up so you can look him in the eye, and you catch a glimpse of the man who has been holding you, comforting you for the last four months. You snatch the pen from him and sign the papers, thrusting them back at him with a scowl. 
He smiles as he looks down at them, placing them back on his desk before pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. You're shocked at first, but you melt into it, pulling him closer so he can't leave again. 
"I'm sorry. I had to come into the office to declare our relationship, Morgan sometimes tells me I have a one track mind, and when I woke up this morning, the one thing I wanted to do was get it in writing that you were mine." 
Your push the tears out of his face, and attempt to pull him down for another kiss. You don't get the chance, as the sound of several throats clearing around you burst your bubble. 
"Public space, no canoodling." Rossi shouts down at you from the balcony, a soft smirk on his face. 
Penelope runs in from her office, and stares wide-eyed at the lack of space between the two of you. "You! And you! Security cameras….. You!"
"Now, I'm sure there's a story here, but from the state of our little angel's neck here, I'm sure I don't want to hear it." Derek laughs, smacking Spencer on the back in praise as he walks up the stairs to the meeting room. 
You slap a hand over your neck, trying to pull the turtleneck further up to hide the mark you evidently missed. 
"She's my angel, now." Spencer calls up to him. "I have the paperwork to prove it."  
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porn star dancing - s.r.
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spencer reid x fem bau reader
she wraps those hands around that pole, and she licks those lips and off we go…
warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI!! slight violence, mentions of a made up bau case, jealousy, dom!spencer, sub!reader, pole dancing, lap dance, grinding, kissing
based on porn star dancing by my darkest days
part two.
divider credit: @firefly-graphics
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It has been an absolute whirlwind the last 4 months.
This was the first case having Spencer back in his full capacity. Emily had him stay behind with Penn for the first few cases once he was approved to return to the BAU, just to give him time to adjust before putting him out in the field again. He's changed since going to prison, but you couldn't blame him. You had no idea what he'd gone through on the inside, as there had been clear orders from higher up that while his investigation was going on the team couldn't visit him. You wrote him a letter every week he was locked up, to which they all remained unanswered. You couldn't be sure they were even reaching him, but they were never sent back as undelivered so you could only assume they reached him.
However you knew whatever occurred couldn't have been good, watching as a darkness had taken over your previously sweet and goofy best friend. Spencer seemed more withdrawn, more... angry. Despite all of that, your feelings for him have only seemed to triple since he's returned. But he's done a complete 180, he's quicker to lash out at anyone— especially you. You couldn't understand why he was so angry with you. He refused to talk to you more than absolutely necessary, which didn't help your already confused feelings. You had tried multiple times to get him to open up, which usually ended with him snapping at you to drop it and leaving the room.
You had been madly in love with the man for years, something he never picked up on. Despite how good of a profiler he was, as Emily so eloquently put it— his IQ of 187 was slashed to 60 when a pretty girl so much as looked at him. You had planned on telling him how you felt before he was locked up, but the universe was not on your side. The timing was never right, or your worries he didn't feel the same kept you from expressing how much you loved him. Spencer was your best friend, had been since you joined the team right after Gideon left. As much as you knew he should know about your feelings, you didn't want to ruin that special bond you had. But since he's returned it's like you don't exist to him. It hurt, and you knew from overhearing his conversations with Emily or Penn that he went through hell while locked up. So you decided to try and give him time and space, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for you. Patience was never one of your strong suits. You just wanted to hold him, comfort him— take away all that darkness the clouded his once bright eyes.
The current case has brought the team to Jefferson, Texas where a man was killing strippers and leaving their tortured corpses at local lovers lane. It was pretty brutal, and for Spencer's first case back in the field you had hoped he could handle it. As much as you wanted to give him the space he deserved, you were only human. So you had tried to make conversation with him on the jet, and again at the precinct but he kept blowing you off. You still couldn't wrap your head around why he suddenly hated you so much. But you tried to look past it and focus on the case at hand. Your feelings would have to wait, especially when people's lives were at stake.
There were 4 victims, and so far the only thing connecting them was their appearance and occupation at the few strip clubs in town. Besides the profile we had built, we didn't have many suspects to go off. He was a white male, late 20's-30's that frequented the local strip clubs. That made up for about half the town. He most likely had a previous criminal record, starting as a peeping tom before escalating to more heinous crimes. Due to his extensive torture of his victims, it was clear that the victims were surrogates for someone in the unsub's life. Your guess was his mother was a stripper, as he specifically sought out that occupation in his victims. The rage he showed these women was horrifying, and the way he dumped their bodies told the team he wanted to humiliate them. Being found naked and posed provocatively in a lover's lane was clearly a message. But the amount of dead ends and lack of sleep has made the entire team exhausted. Arriving back at the station the next morning, Prentiss seemed to have a new sense of purpose as she gathered everyone in the small conference room at the station where we had set up for the time being.
You were seated next to Spencer, a little surprised that the male didn't immediately get up and move once you took the empty seat next to him. Maybe that was progress? It was the closest you've been able to get to him in weeks, as he actively avoided you. But you tried not to put too much thought into it, as you didn't want to be let down once again. Turning your focus back to your unit chief, blowing on the cup of hot coffee in your hands. Prentiss looked somewhat hopeful as she addressed everyone, curious as to if she'd found a lead over the previous night.
"So, I know we've been at a dead end the past couple of days. But after thinking things through last night... I have an idea."
Prentiss crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against one of the desks.
"After discussing it in length last night with Rossi, we think we should send in some agents to go undercover at the club."
No one said anything, but you couldn't help but think it was a good idea. That is until the next words left Prentiss' mouth.
"y/l/n, we're sending you in."
You nearly spit out the coffee that you had just sipped, your eyes widening in shock.
"You mean... as a stripper?"
Prentiss nodded, to which a wolf whistle sounded in the room. You quickly shot a glare Alvez's way, to which he just wiggled his eyebrows in response. You felt Spencer tense up beside you, but you couldn't look at him. Why would he care anyway?
"W-Why me? I mean I'm not..."
Your words trail off, not wanting to finish that sentence. You? Sexy? That's not a word you would've used to describe yourself. As you had never felt very confident about your body, so it is quite the shock that you would be chosen for something like this. Strippers required some ounce of confidence to do that job...
"You fit his type... appearance and age wise. You're really the only one we could send it for this."
Emily explained, which did make sense. You were the youngest on the team, and unfortunately did fit the physical description of what the unsub seemed to like. Minus the occupation of course. While you had gone undercover before, it was never as this central of a role. It made you nervous, not wanting to let the team or anyone else down.
"This is unethical, how can we even be sure the unsub will fall for it? She’s never gone undercover like that before Prentiss.”
Spencer's voice was harsh, causing you to wince slightly. His words hurt, now knowing just how little he thought of you. How he expected that you couldn't be convincing enough to get the unsub under your thumb. You don't understand how or why prison turned him so cruel, made him despise you but that was no reason for him to treat you so terribly. You decided right then you'd prove to him just how capable you really are, how you will make Spencer Reid regret those words.
"No - I can do it."
Your tone is firm as you throw a glare his way, Prentiss beaming at you. Spencer's eyes were dark as he glared back, his jaw tense. He could be angry all he wanted, it wasn't his decision to make.
"Perfect, it's settled. Reid and Alvez we'll have you go into the club as well. Just to pose as customers. The rest of us will be posted outside the club. y/l/n, let's get you over to there to brief you for the night."
You quickly get up and follow Prentiss, leaving the conference room. Alvez whooped again as you both left the room, smacking his hand in a high five on the way out.
"Alright, give us a show y/l/n!"
You couldn't help the smirk from formed on your lips as you followed Prentiss out of the station.  A plan beginning to form in your head, oh you'd give them a show alright.
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You'd spent the remainder of the day at the club, meeting with a few of the other dancers there to get an idea of what the hell you were going to be doing. Despite the brave face you put on in front of the team, you were terrified. But if it meant getting one bad guy off the streets you'd happily shake your ass on stage. It honestly was a bit funny trying to watch you spin on the pole at first, thankful that only Emily saw you make a complete fool of yourself. But you eventually got the hang of it, it wasn't perfect but all you needed was enough to catch the unsub's attention and keep it.
However knowing Spencer would be there, just adds a whole other thrill to this experience. Even though he clearly didn't want anything to do with you, that didn't stop you from wanting to put on a show for him. Not only to prove to him just how capable you were of going undercover and catching this asshole. But to make him see exactly what he was missing out on, what he had been all these years. You ended up letting Luke in on your plan, who happily agreed to help in any way you needed. Once Reid had gone away you'd become extremely close friends, nothing more though. He had his eye on a certain tech goddess. Luke and Penn were really the only ones who got you through those terrible 3 months.
While you hadn't spoken to her since the decision was made, Penelope seemed to know your thoughts the moment Emily filled her in on the undercover detail. She was the first person you had ever told about your feelings for Spencer, which she thankfully kept to herself. But knowing Penn, she had to be involved in the choice of your outfit. A black lacy number with some deep violet pumps. They got you a lavender silk cover up to wear in the meantime, so at least you could try and feel more comfortable until the time came. You didn't exactly love the idea of all your coworkers seeing that much of your body, but it was for the greater good.
The women you had been working with all day were so kind, extremely willing to take you under their wing. Especially knowing you could help catch the bastard that had been hunting down their friends. They gave you as much advice as they could, even showing you how to give a proper lap dance. While you'd had plenty of sexual encounters before, that was something you'd never done. The closer it got to 11 PM, the more nervous you felt. Staring at yourself in the vanity mirror you almost couldn't believe the transformation you'd gone through in just a few hours. You looked... hot. Your hair was done in curls that cascaded down your back, simple winged liner and red lipstick with fluttery lashes.
It was more than you usually did for yourself, but you liked it. Not to mention the 'outfit' (if you could even call it that) hugged and accentuated all your curves. The girls even let you pick out the song you were dancing to. Porn Star Dancing... it definitely fit the situation. The girls were chatting excitedly to each other, nerves twisting in your stomach the later it got. Adjusting your hair to cover the ear piece, thankful that you would still able to be hear what was going on with the team. Hearing Spencer and Luke in your ear not long later, letting Emily know they were in positions and ready. There was a shot glass sitting in front of you, haven already taken one shot in an attempt to calm your nerves. You took one more with a grimace, the vodka sliding down your throat with a slight burn.
"You ready y/l/n?"
Prentiss asked over the headset, noticing as the other girls had slowly filed out onto the stage leaving you alone in the dressing room.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
You replied, standing up and slipping the silk robe off of you. Double checking yourself in the mirror, before unwrapping a lollipop and slipping it in your mouth. The girls had suggested it, sucking on candy, seemed to drive customers wild. You could use all the extra help you could get. Leaving the dressing room behind you made it to the curtains, taking a peek out to gage your surroundings. You could see Luke from the limited view, sitting up near the bar. The one you desperately craved to see wasn't in your line of sight, not yet anyway. Hearing the intro music for the song play you step out onto the stage. Walking in time with the beat, the other girls having taken the sides of the stage. Which put you front and center. You can do this. Taking a deep breath, wrapping your hands around the cool metal of the pole.
Kelly won't kiss my friend Kassandra.
Jessica won't play ball.
Mandy won't share her friend Miranda,
Doesn't anybody live at all?
You could feel the hungry gazes on you already, attempting to calm your nerves. The familiar lyrics of the song continued as you slowly twisted yourself around the pole. Your eyes scanning the audience of men, until they landed on him. He was sitting in the front row, dressed in a flannel shirt, white tank and jeans, much different then the Spencer you were used to. But he was playing a part too, a hick in a strip club. His eyes were unreadable in the darkness, but his body language told you he was tense. Feeling adrenaline shoot through you as his gaze followed your every move, feeling your confidence beginning to increase.
Amanda won't leave me empty-handed,
Got her number from a bathroom stall.
Brandy just got way too much baggage,
And that shit just gets old...
You could see the bills flying at the stage already, greedily grabbing some from a man with a beer belly who was closest to you. Stuffing them in your bra before continuing to spin around the pole as the music got to its chorus.
But I got a girl who can put on a show...
The dollar decides how far you can go with her...
You're utilizing all the moves the girls had taught you earlier, sliding your back down the pole until you reached the ground. Now on your hands and knees, crawling across the stage. Tossing your hair back, arching your back in the process. The men were flocking to the stage with bills clutched in their fists. You're quick to finish sucking on the lollipop before discarding it in one of the hungry men's mouth with a wink. You gladly let one of the other dancers take over as you rose to your feet once more, sliding some more money into the waistband of your panties.
She wraps those hands around that pole,
She licks those lips and off we go.
And she takes it off nice and slow,
'Cause that's porn star dancing...
You had a few goals here, the main one being getting the unsub's attention. The other was making Spencer Reid regret his recent actions over the past month. If his shitty behavior continued after tonight, you were done. As much as the thought of him no longer in your life hurt, you knew it wasn’t fair to yourself to keep pursuing something that had no end in sight. Using the multiple poles on the stage to your advantage, working your way to the stairs leading down from the stage. Another dancer following behind you, quickly finding the lap of a male in the front row. Prentiss told you to mingle with the guests, give a lap dance if you were comfortable doing so. However, there was only one lap you had intended to sit on tonight.
She don't play nice, she makes me beg.
And she drops that dress around her legs.
And I'm sitting right by the stage,
For this porn star dancing...
Many men had come up to you while you made your way over to him. One landing a slap on your ass in the process, sliding you a twenty dollar bill afterwards. While the unwelcome touches and all these eyes on you made you uncomfortable, his heated gaze was all you could focus on about in this moment. By the time you had finally reached him, you could tell he was done for. Spencer’s hazel eyes were full blown onyx, greedily drinking in the sight of you. Swinging your leg over him, climbing easily onto his lap. Your red lips went to his ear, teeth gently grazing along the lobe.
"Play along Dr. Reid."
Your freshly manicured nails dragged down his chest, hips grinding onto him almost too easily. His large hands found you hips, holding them still.
"What do you think you're doing?"
His tone was stern, and yet you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Quickly removing one of the hands from your hips to suck on his middle finger instead. Feeling the bulge growing beneath you from your actions, which is exactly the reaction you had hoped for.
"Giving a paying customer a lap dance..."
You reply once you had removed his finger from your mouth. Giving him another sultry look before switching around so your back was to him. His hands immediately started roaming your figure, as you continued to grind yourself against him as the song continued to play. Leaning your head back against his shoulder, feeling his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. Grabbing his roaming hands and bringing them to rest on your thighs. Spencer’s large hands felt hot against your skin, nearly moaning as they traveled up higher. Feeling how hard he was beneath you made feel more confident, knowing you had to stop this before it went too far.
As much as you didn’t want to, you stood back up between his legs, turning to face him once more. Your fingers aggressively grab the curls at the nape of his neck, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. The hungry look simmering in his eyes made you nearly clench your thighs together. But you stopped yourself, despite the growing heat between your thighs. Spencer doesn't have the control here... you do. Your lips are once again drawn to his ear, pressing a kiss on the way there, leaving a lipstick stain behind. You could feel his pulse racing under your lips, pride filling your chest knowing that you had this much of an effect on him.
"Now be a good boy and pay me for that dance."
He wordlessly pulls out a $50 dollar bill, much to your surprise. He's quick to slide it right between your breasts, his fingers lingering there a little longer than necessary. His touch made you shiver, but you didn’t let your confidence waver, he didn’t have the upper hand here. Spencer’s jaw was clenched, the bulge straining against his jeans. Another giggle slipping past your lips at how worked up you had gotten him. Only to leave him hanging. Good. He deserves to know how it feels to feel rejected and shoved aside. Blowing him a kiss you make your way back towards the stage, feeling his eyes following you the whole way. You resume dancing as the song changes, your eyes meeting Luke's as he gives you a small round of applause from his place at the bar. His eyes were wide, and he looked surprised but also very proud. Honestly you had surprised even yourself with your actions, not knowing you had it in you.
An almost unrecognizable confidence continues to fill you as you continue dancing, using the pole behind you to your advantage. You can tell Spencer is still watching you, without even having to look over at him. Feeling his gaze burning holes through your, the feeling exhilarating. But you were here to do your job, you try to remind yourself as you glance around the room in search of anyone suspicious. You hadn't noticed him right away, but besides Spencer he was the only one gazing at you with such a wicked look in their eyes. It gave you the chills, but not in the way you were feeling moments before. There was an underlying violence in his stare, in his whole stance. This had to be him, you could feel it in your gut. While your back is turned away from the crowd of males, you're quick to whisper into your mic.
"Man in the black jacket, AC/DC shirt, cowboy hat. Front row. He's right by you Reid."
As you turn back around you notice Luke moving from his position at the bar, getting closer to the stage as you hear voices in the headset asking to get a close up on him. You meet the man's eyes once more, a smile on your lips as he gets up towards the stage. He's coming right for you, playing directly into your hands. The male leans on the edge of the stage now, nearest to you. He beckons you over with his index finger, pulling out a wad of cash as you sink gracefully down to your knees, crawling over to him. Feeling his hot, stale breath on your face you try not make a face of disgust.
"What's your name sugar? You must be new."
His harsh eyes rake in your figure as you push your arms together, purposefully accentuating your breasts. Fluttering your lashes, pulling out all the physical stops to keep his attention focused on you. He had a thick southern accent, but it didn't sound the rest of the folks you'd heard since arriving here. From what you could gather he didn't seem like a local, but could easily blend in with the clientele that frequented this establishment. 
"Lola."
You reply quickly, the name inspired by one of your favorite childhood characters. Lola Bunny. Hearing Prentiss in your ear, encouraging you further. You could see Luke and Spencer behind him, subtly moving closer, both making sure to keep a close eye on the male in front of you. 
"That's a pretty name, how much for a private dance from ya?"
The question made your stomach drop immediately, knowing just what would happen if he got you alone. But the team wouldn't let it get that far, right? You hear Prentiss in your ear then, '$150 for a private dance. Just try to keep him talking.' He was attractive, you could admit that. That must have been why so many women were willing to be alone with him. But there was something off, your instincts warning you to stay far away.
"$150, do I get to know your name handsome?"
He chuckles, fingers reaching out to graze your arm. Goosebumps breaking out across your skin, but not in the way he thinks. You keep the flirty smile on your face, keeping your composure despite the way your stomach turned the more he looked at you. 
"It's Jarek. How long until I can get that dance Lola?"
The way he said your fake name made the bile rise in your throat, but you quickly swallow it down. Leaning in towards him, your lips right by his ear. Judging by how much Spencer liked it when you did this, you knew it had to get him riled.
"Private dances start at 12:30... meet you in room 3."
Grabbing the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own before returning to your feet and walking off the stage, heading back toward the dressing rooms. Breathing a sigh of relief as soon as you know the male can no longer see you. The nausea subsiding the moment you were out of view of his wicked gaze.  
"Good job y/l/n, we'll get that room ready. You gonna be okay to get a dance started?"
Once you were out of sight and in the dressing room, you're quick to remove the hat. Setting it on the vanity table and wrapping the silk robe around your frame.
"Yes. How long will I have to..."
You trailed off, taking your lower lip between your teeth. Waiting to hear Prentiss respond, nervously fiddling with the tie of the robe. 
"Hopefully not long. Garcia is working on that name, since it's not so common we're hoping to find something before it'll get too far. Alvez, Reid, one of you ask the bartender about that guy. See if he's a regular or a drifter."
You nearly collapse on the chaise lounge, your feet already sore from the heels. Taking them off immediately, rubbing your feet and removing the money from your undergarments. You hear the beads in the doorframe move, alerting you that you're no longer alone. Glancing up to find none other then Spencer, his chest heaving as if he's run a marathon. You look at him questioningly, removing your earpiece and mic for the time being.
"You're not supposed to be back here Reid..."
You trail off, your voice nearly a whisper as he stalks towards you. Getting up slowly, trying to put some distance between the two of you. Walking until your back is flush against the bathroom door that's connected to the dressing room. Spencer doesn't stop though, not until your chests are touching, his large hand leaning against the door next to your head. He had that same desire reflecting in his eyes, the kind that makes you nearly tremble beneath him. A predator having found and caught his prey. 
"That was quite a show angel..."
His voice is rough, almost angry as his other hand is now trailing down your side, fire licking your skin with each touch. It slips underneath the silk robe, grasping your thigh causing you to whimper slightly. Mentally cursed yourself for the slip up, seeing a small smirk tugging on his lips. 
"I w-was just doing my job Reid."
You tried to sound confident, but all that previous confidence disappeared the moment he started touching you. Both of you knowing who was in charge now. He chuckled humorously, his fingertips tracing the skin of your thigh before lifting it up to wrap around his hip.
"Teasing me... was that your job love?"
Biting you lip, attempting to look anywhere but his beautiful face. Spencer wouldn't allow it, his hand leaving your thigh to keep your gazes level with each other. His eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them, the dominance he was exuding making you completely compliant under his rough hands. 
"Look at me when I'm talking to you."
You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, thanking the lord that they were dark enough to hide your arousal. At least for now. This wasn't the sweet, innocent Spencer that you had fallen in love with all those years ago. That version of him seemed long gone, and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to care when he was touching you like this. But you wanted to push him a little more though, desperate for more of a reaction. Keeping your gaze locked on his, just like he had wanted. 
"Well if you didn't enjoy yourself I could've given Alvez a dance instead...."
The moment the words left your mouth you knew you were done for. The brunette grabbing your hips, lifting you up as he crashed his lips onto yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers tangling in his curls as you hold him closer. The kiss was angry, urgent and yet... loving at the same time. It was something you had waited years for, since you had started at the BAU. Letting yourself grind your hips into his, earning you a delicious groan as he broke your lips apart. One of his hands managed to slip between your bodies, grabbing at your clothed breast. You couldn't stop the whine that left you, his large hands feeling every inch of skin he could reach. His eyes stayed locked onto yours, the hunger in them turning you into putty in his hands.
"Fuck, you feel so good angel."
The curse word sounded so foreign coming from him, and yet it only encouraged you more. Lifting your hips again, desperately wanting to feel more of him. Spencer let out a groan, which turned from one of pleasure into one of annoyance. You could tell he didn't want to stop, giving you a look as if to say behave. Spencer gently sets you back on your feet before clicking his earpiece back on. Your lipstick was smeared across his lips from the urgency of the kiss, smirking at the sight. He looked utterly wrecked already, but you couldn't imagine that you looked much better. 
"I'm with her, she's safe. Does she really have to be alone with him? This doesn't seem like a good idea."
The concern in his tone made your heart flutter, hands tracing the little bit of skin exposed by the collar of his shirt. His expression was hard to read, watching you carefully as he spoke to Prentiss. As much as you didn't want to leave your little bubble, you both still had a job to do. The reality of that was starting to set in again. 
"Understood. I'll get her prepped."
He switched off his mic again, tilting your chin up to give you another kiss. This one was more gentle, a flicker of the soft Spencer you knew. He pulled away too soon for your liking, a small pout forming on your swollen lips.
"Come on love, you owe a sleaze ball a dance."
His tone was laced with jealousy, something you'd never expected from Spencer up until this moment. He stepped back from you, leaving just enough room for you to scoot past him. But not enough so your bodies brushed against each other again. You wanted nothing more than to let him ravage your against that bathroom door, but it wasn't the time or place for that. With a small sigh you sat back down at the vanity, glancing at yourself in the reflection. Your own lipstick was smeared across your lips, hair tousled. You quickly grab a makeup wipe, removing the lipstick and opting for a clear lip gloss instead. The male was leaning against the door that you were previously pressed against, those hazel pools never leaving you. Turning around in your seat, grabbing a fresh makeup wipe and motioning him towards you.
"Come here Spence, I gotta clean you up too."
He followed your instructions, kneeling himself in between your open legs. You were now face to face, his height no longer towering over you. Gently pressing the wipe to his mouth, cleaning up the evidence of your heated exchange moments before. His previously tense features relaxed, the most you've seen since he's returned. A small smile gracing your features, happy to have been the reason for his relaxed state. 
"We need to talk... once this is over."
He mumbled against the wipe, his hands resting on your thighs. Nodding in response, biting your lower lip as you finished cleaning him up. It was hard to think straight when he was touching you, but you needed to focus. You had to have a clear head going into this.
"What did Emily tell you?"
You threw the wipe into the trash bin, attempting to tame his curls that you had messed up moments before. His gaze had softened, the anger and urgency had subsided for the moment. The tender look he was giving you made your heart swell, desperately wishing you could stay here with him. 
"They need you to provoke him, Garcia found him. From his current record and history... we think he's our guy. Unfortunately besides your hunch, we don't have enough to arrest him right now. We need more."
While it was relieving to hear you were correct... the thought of being alone with this guy made the nausea come rushing back. Spencer must have seen the look of panic cross your features, as he's quick to pull your into his arms.
"You'll be safe, we'll be on the other side of that wall. The team has cameras set up, the room is bugged. I'll be there if anything happens okay?"
His lips are at your ear as you bury your face into his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like coffee, cinnamon and books... completely Spencer. His scent, his touch was comforting but it wasn't enough to stop your heart from racing at what you were about to do. Give a potential serial killer a lap dance... you'd have anyone beat in a game of 2 truths and a lie.
"He's waiting... Let's get this over with."
You reluctantly pull away from his embrace, pulling the heels back on with a sigh. Spencer helps you to your feet, choosing to leave the silk robe on. Gives you something to work with, or stall with. Spencer grabbing the cowboy hat and setting it back on your head, leading you down the hall that leads to the private rooms. There are two entrances, one for the customers and one for the dancers. Once you reach the door with the number 3 and you feel like you could pass out. Spencer's hand on the small of your back being the only thing keeping you grounded. He slips a bracelet on your wrist, clasping it gently. You glance at him questioningly, eyes searching his. He dips his head down to your ear, whispering despite the loud bass around you.
"It's an emergency button. Press the back and hold it if you need us to come in there. But we'll be listening and watching okay?"
Letting out a sigh, you nod as he presses a kiss to your temple and a smack on your ass before entering the room next to you. The tenderness and erotic nature of both actions have your head reeling as you open the door. The room was lit just like the rest, color changing lights illuminating the male sitting in the chair. His eyes were guarded, a dangerous glint in them as he undressed you with his gaze.
Here we go.
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Spencer fucking the attitude out of the reader🥴🥴🥴and him being like “if you wanted that all you had to do was ask”
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ꨄ pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
ꨄ genre: smut
ꨄ summary: you’ve had an attitude with spencer all day long, he finds the one thing that’ll make it go away.
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spencer had a brutal pace going, using such force you didn't think he had in him. he hands gripped your thighs as he held your legs over his shoulders, his hips crashed into the back of your thighs and caused an obscene clapping noise to fill the room.
you chanted his name like it was a mantra as your walls clamped down on his cock, your back arching up off the bed as you got closer to your release. your mind had went completely blank since he started fucking you, the attitude you once had was completely gone.
“this is all you wanted, huh? just wanted me to touch you.” spencer leaned over your body, your legs still over his shoulders, and tucked his head in the crook of your neck, licking and nipping at the flushed skin. his hips struggled to keep up the pace he had set before as he got closer to his own orgasm. “all you had to do was ask, pretty. you know i’ll give you whatever you want.”
"yes!" you gasped, the sound of both of your moans seemed to get louder with every passing second, drowning out the sound of his cock moving against your slick walls. your hand found its way into spencer hair as your orgasm crashed over you, you tugged at it all the way through.
spencer’s head dropped down onto your shoulder as his head started to spin, he pressed himself as deep into you as he could as he started to cum. you let go of his hair as he let out a breath and sat up, letting your legs fall down off of his shoulders. he pressed a kiss to your lips before he pulled out.
"next time, baby, just ask instead of getting upset."
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Take a ride| Spencer Reid
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A/N: First of all, I hope that this is suitable compensation for everyone affected by my last fic. Second, my next non-requested smutty upload will be Sub! Spencer. And lastly, thank you so much for all the love guys, I am slowly working through your requests. Jag älskar dig 🫶🏼
Summary: You love to challenge authority, always knowing when to stop pushing buttons. However, you decide to see how far you can push Spencer before he gets angry enough to do something about it.
Content: Fem!Reader. Smut. Dom!Spencer Sub!Reader. Oral (both f & m receiving). Thigh humping. Fingering. Light bondage. Angry Spencer. Semi humiliation kink. Edging/overstimulation. Bratty reader. Power imbalance kink. 18+
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Spencer knew what he was getting into when he started dating you.  You weren’t defiant, per se, you followed the rules but only when you thought necessary. You didn’t mind getting lectured by Hotch, in fact, Spencer thought it was something you enjoyed.
 
Spencer knew you would not be someone who would easily submit to anyone or anything. He knew you were going to be a challenge, he just underestimated how much of a challenge you were going to be.
 
It wasn't just your defiance that fascinated him; it was the way you effortlessly challenged authority without ever crossing the line. You had a knack for bending the rules while still managing to stay within their boundaries. It was as if you had an innate understanding of when to push back and when to surrender.
 
Even though you loved pushing Hotch’s and the FBI buttons, you loved pushing Spencer’s more. Normally you wouldn’t take it too far, just far enough where you knew you were in for a treat later on. Spencer would normally overstimulate you; he loved hearing you beg for forgiveness, saying sorry over and over again until all you could do was moan.
 
But you wanted to see how far you could take it with Spencer, what he would do. You decided to play it safe to start off with. Every time he spoke, you would roll your eyes. At first, he didn’t seem to acknowledge what you were doing, he would simply carry on talking. Though after about a day of doing this, he would glare at you.
 
But instead of discouraging you, his glare only fuelled the fire within you. You craved his attention, even if it meant pushing his limits. So, you intensified your defiance, not holding back anymore.
 
As Spencer continued to talk, you let out an exasperated sigh and crossed your arms, openly displaying your disinterest. The room fell silent, all eyes on you and Spencer. His glare intensified, a mix of frustration and intrigue evident in his eyes.
 
"Is there something you want to say?" he finally asked, his voice slightly strained.
 
You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "Oh, I'm sorry," you replied sarcastically. "I didn't realize I had to be interested in every little thing you have to say."
 
Spencer's jaw clenched as he fought to maintain his composure. He wasn't used to being challenged like this, especially not by someone he cared about. He didn’t say another word to you, he just took his eyes away and talked to the rest of your peers.
 
Once everyone had gone back to their desks, Spencer walked over to you. His eyes never leaving yours. “Roll your eyes one more time at me, and so help me God.” You could feel the tension in the air as Spencer stood before you, his voice low and controlled.
 
You knew you were starting to get to him, but you knew you could still take it further. “I thought you were an atheist, Spencer. Why are you asking God for help?” Even though your question was rhetorical, you asked it with a level of sincerity.
 
"Enough, Y/N," he growled, his voice full of warning. "You know exactly what I meant."
 
You could sense the shift in his demeanour, the underlying intensity that had been simmering beneath the surface. You had pushed him to his breaking point, and yet, you couldn't help but feel a strange surge of exhilaration coursing through your veins.
 
Spencer took a step closer, his proximity only heightening the charged atmosphere between you. The air crackled with unspoken desire and unyielding defiance. There was a part of you that wanted to relent, to submit to his authority, but another part revelled in the power play that unfolded before you.
 
"And what if I don't comply?" you challenged, your voice laced with defiance. "What will you do?"
 
He didn’t answer straightaway, so you answered for him. “Exactly, nothing. Maybe you should go back to your desk and get some work done before Hotch complains.”
 
Spencer's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desire as he watched you, the challenge in your voice only serving to further ignite the fire within him. He could feel his control slipping, his usual calm and composed demeanour unravelling at the sheer audacity of your defiance.
 
With a calculated move, he took another step closer, closing the distance between you. His voice dropped to a low whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "You underestimate me, Y/N," he said, his tone laced with a dangerous edge. "But I assure you, I'm more than capable of making you comply."
 
He walked back to his desk, not allowing you to have the final word. You could see that you had rattled him, and that only fuelled your determination to push him further. You wanted to see how far he would go, how much control he was willing to relinquish.
 
For the rest of the day, you played it cool, focusing on your work and pretending as though nothing had happened between you and Spencer. You barely looked up at him, you wanted him to think he had won for now.
 
But as the hours ticked by, you could feel Spencer's eyes on you, his gaze burning into your skin. You knew he was silently contemplating his next move, strategizing how to regain control over the situation. And you were eager to see what he had in store.
 
Finally, as the workday drew to a close, Spencer stood up from his desk and walked purposefully towards you. His steps were measured, his expression unreadable. When he reached you, he took hold of your arm firmly but gently, guiding you towards the exit.
 
"Where are we going?" you asked, feigning innocence even though you had an inkling of what Spencer had in mind.
 
He didn’t answer, he didn’t even look at you. “Spencer, where are we going? I wanted to go to Rossi’s tonight, he’s teaching us to make homemade linguini, remember?” He still remained silent though.
 
“Are you ignoring me? How mature Spencer.” Spencer's grip tightened on your arm as he led you outside, away from the prying eyes of your colleagues. The cool night air brushed against your skin, adding a layer of suspense to the already charged atmosphere between you.
 
"Enough, Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice laced with both frustration and desire. “You’ve being testing me all day. And I think it’s time someone reminded you who’s in charge here.”
 
“No one’s meant to be in charge in a relationship, but if you want, I can go grab Hotch, I mean he is the one in charge after all.” Spencer’s eyes narrowed, annoyance and irritation flashing across his face. He had reached his breaking point, his patience worn thin by your relentless defiance. Without a word, he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, his grip firm and possessive.
 
"Enough games, Y/N," he growled, his voice dripping with authority. "You push me, you challenge me, but do not mistake it for a lack of control."
 
He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across your ear as he whispered, "You want to play? Fine. But just remember, I always win."
 
“You don’t always win. I mean you haven’t won today. And what about Rossi’s?”
 
Spencer's gaze bore into yours, his intensity unwavering. "Rossi's can wait," he replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Right now, I'm going to remind you who's in charge."
 
He walked you over to his car, letting go of your arm so he could open your door, a gesture he always did, not matter how angry he was with you.
 
You slid into the passenger seat, still unable to hide the smirk playing on your lips. Spencer closed your door and made his way to the driver's side, taking a moment to compose himself before he started the engine.
 
As the car roared to life, the tension inside the vehicle matched the charged atmosphere between you. Spencer's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles turning white as he navigated the streets with a precision that mirrored his meticulous nature.
 
You decided to break the silence, you wanted to apologies to him, not because you were actually sorry but because you wanted him to think you were. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I was just bored today, and I thought it would be fun seeing how far I could take things. But I now realise that’s something I shouldn’t have done. So, I am truly and utterly sorry.” Your voice calm, but low, so it seemed like a real apology.
 
He remained silent, his eyes never leaving the road. “Spencer, please respond. I didn’t mean to anger you, I thought you would find it fun.”
 
“I don’t want to hear excuses, or fake apologies. You obviously need to learn a lesson.” Spencer's voice was cold, devoid of any hint of forgiveness or understanding. The atmosphere in the car became suffocating, the tension thick enough to cut through with a knife. You swallowed hard, feeling a twinge of unease crawl up your spine.
 
As Spencer continued to drive, the surroundings began to blur into a blur of streetlights and passing buildings. His steely gaze never wavered from the road ahead, his control unyielding and unwavering. It was as if he had transformed into someone else entirely, someone you had never seen before.
 
You glanced at him cautiously, trying to gauge his reaction. The anger in his eyes was still palpable, but there was something else there too—a hunger that made your breath hitch and your heart race. You could feel the heat between you intensifying, an electrifying current that left you both exhilarated and apprehensive.
 
"Spencer," you whispered tentatively, reaching out to touch his arm. Your fingers brushed against his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from it. But before you could say anything more, he abruptly pulled his arm away, his gaze still locked on the road ahead.
 
"Don't touch me," he snapped, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. The sharpness of his tone startled you, causing your hand to retract back to your side.
 
Once he had pulled up to his apartment, you didn’t wait for him to open your door, and simply jumped out and waited for him. As you stood outside his apartment, you could feel the tension between you and Spencer reach its peak. The air crackled with anticipation, each passing second heightening your desire for him. You knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for, the culmination of your shared lust and pent-up frustration.
 
Spencer finally emerged from the car, his tall figure casting a shadow over you. He eyed you intently, his gaze burning with a mix of anger and longing. Without saying a word, he walked towards you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards the entrance of his building.
 
He pulled you up the stairs, not even letting go off you to open up his door. Once inside his apartment, Spencer slammed the door shut behind you, his eyes never leaving yours. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced across the walls, amplifying the intensity of the moment.
 
“Spencer, I said I’m sorry. What else do you want me to do?” Spencer's silence hung heavy in the air as he continued to hold your wrist tightly, his grip unyielding. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in around you, intensifying the sense of anticipation and unease. You watched as his eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of sincerity in your words.
 
His voice was low and gravelly as he finally spoke, his tone laced with a mix of frustration and desire. "Sorry isn't enough, Y/N. Words won't be sufficient to teach you the lesson you so desperately need."
 
He paused for a second, trying to come up with a good enough punishment. “The only way you’re getting off tonight, is my thigh.”
 
"Are you serious?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The intensity in his eyes was enough to confirm that this was no idle threat. He meant every word.
 
“I am very serious. Remember, you did this to yourself. If anything, I’m going too easy on you. Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum for the rest of the week, or make sure you struggle to walk for the next few days.”
 
You gasped, the gravity of his words sinking in. As much as his punishment excited you, it also stirred a deep sense of vulnerability within you.
 
"Spencer, please," you pleaded, your voice trembling with a mix of desire and apprehension. "I didn't mean to push you this far. I just wanted... I just wanted to feel your control."
 
A flicker of understanding flashed across his eyes, but he remained resolute. "Control is not something to be taken lightly, Y/N," he said sternly. "It is earned and respected. And tonight, you will learn exactly what it means to surrender."
 
He led you to the living room, fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, every second stretching out into eternity as you waited for his command.
 
"Undress," he ordered, his voice firm. A small part of you wanted to tell him that if he wants to see you naked, then he should undress you himself. But you knew then that would be pushing it a little too far.
 
He stood still, watching you as you unbuttoned your blouse, revealing a light blue lace bra. His eyes scanning your body, his tongue licking his lips. He looked at you as if you were prey. As you moved onto your trousers, his eyes followed. It was almost humiliating. He was staying fully dressed, while watching you undress yourself for him.
 
Your heart raced as you slid your trousers down your legs, feeling exposed under his unwavering gaze. "You look beautiful," Spencer murmured, his voice low and husky. His eyes continued to roam over your body, taking in every curve and dip, fuelling a fire deep within you. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his words, even though you knew it was merely a precursor to the punishment that awaited you.
 
“But when I said undress, I meant fully.” His voice had gone back to being cold.
 
You hesitated for a moment, uncertain of whether you were ready to bare yourself completely. The room grew colder as you stood there, shivering slightly under his gaze. With a deep breath, you reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, letting it slide down your arms and dropping it to the floor.
 
Spencer's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and dominance as he watched you undress. The air crackled with tension, the anticipation thickening with each passing moment. You kicked off your panties, finally standing before him completely exposed and vulnerable.
 
You watched as he walked over to his sofa. He sat himself down and open his legs slightly. He patted his thigh, as if he were asking you to sit on it for him.
 
Taking a step forward, you approached him with a mixture of trepidation and longing. You felt the cool air brush against your bare skin, heightening your senses. With each fleeting moment, the anticipation grew, electrifying the atmosphere.
 
You positioned yourself in front of Spencer, his thigh invitingly raised and awaiting your compliance. Slowly, you straddled him, feeling the heat of his body radiating through his clothes. The contact sent a wave of electricity coursing through your veins, causing you to inhale sharply.
 
Spencer's hands found their way to your hips, gripping them firmly as he guided you onto his thigh. The pressure against your core was immediate, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your throat. The friction of his thigh against your sensitive flesh sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making it difficult to suppress the moans that threatened to escape your lips.
 
"Ride my thigh, Y/N," he growled, his voice laced with a raw hunger that sent shivers down your spine. "Show me how badly you want to be controlled."
 
Spencer's hands tightened their grip on your hips, guiding your movements with precision. Each motion sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, building the tight coil of desire within you. The room filled with the sound of your moans, mingling with Spencer's low groans of pleasure.
 
As you rode his thigh, the intensity of the moment consumed you. The room fell away, leaving only the two of you entangled in a dance of desire and control. Spencer's hands tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he guided your movements with expert precision.
 
“Is this all it takes for you to actually listen to me? You just want to cum huh?” He chuckled.
 
You only seemed to be able to nod your head, the only thing leaving your mouth were moans. “Maybe I should have asked you to grind against my shoes instead, you seem to be enjoying this too much.”
 
Your body trembled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation as Spencer's words sank in. The thought of grinding against his shoes sent a surge of excitement through you, despite the humiliation it would bring. You were at his mercy, completely under his control, and you craved more.
 
Spencer's grip on your hips tightened as he felt your body tense with desire. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips, reflecting the dominance that radiated from him. With a sudden surge of confidence, he released your hips and reached down to unbutton his pants. The sound of metal against metal echoed through the room as he unzipped his fly, freeing himself from the confines of his trousers.
 
You watched with hungry eyes as Spencer's erection sprang free, standing proudly before you. A shiver ran down your spine as desire pooled between your thighs, the ache for release growing stronger by the second. The anticipation was palpable, hanging thickly in the air like an intoxicating fog.
 
"Get on your knees," Spencer commanded, his voice low and commanding. You obeyed without hesitation, the need to please him overpowering any remnants of resistance. Your knees sank into the plush carpet, bringing you eye level with his throbbing length.
 
You could feel his gaze burning into you as you took him in your hands, stroking his length firmly. A groan escaped from Spencer's lips; his head tilted back in pleasure. The power dynamic between you had shifted completely, and you revelled in the sense of control you now held.
 
With every stroke, Spencer grew harder in your grasp, his desire evident in the way he gripped onto the edge of the sofa. You marvelled at the way he responded to your touch, relishing in the way his body reacted to your every movement.
 
You leaned in closer, flicking your tongue against the sensitive tip of his cock. Spencer's breath hitched, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest. He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding you as you took him further into your mouth.
 
Your lips wrapped around him, the taste of his desire lingering on your tongue. You reveled in the power you held over him, eager to please and satisfy his every need. Your tongue glided along his length, tracing the veins that pulsed with his desire. Spencer's grip on your hair tightened, his hips canting forward, urging you to take him deeper.
 
The intensity of the moment consumed you as you surrendered completely to him. Each thrust of his hips brought you closer to the edge, your own desire building with every flicker of your tongue against his sensitive flesh. Your senses heightened, the sound of his moans filling the room, mingling with your own pleasure-filled gasps.
 
Spencer's control wavered as he neared the precipice of release. His grip on your hair became tighter, guiding you with an urgency that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. The powerful waves of pleasure coursed through him, radiating from every inch of his being.
 
As Spencer's release neared, you could feel the tension in his body intensify. His breaths became ragged and irregular, and you could sense that he was on the verge of losing his grip on control. With a final, desperate thrust, he released himself into your mouth.
 
You swallowed eagerly, savouring the taste of him as his essence filled your senses. The primal satisfaction that filled the room was overwhelming, leaving you both breathless and intoxicated with desire.
 
Spencer collapsed back onto the sofa, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You rose from your knees, licking your lips and savouring the lingering taste of him on your tongue.
 
Spencer knew he wasn’t done with you yet; he knew this wasn’t a proper punishment. Spencer's eyes burned with a renewed determination as he met your gaze. Despite the intense pleasure that still lingered within you, there was a hunger for more, an unquenchable longing that pulsed through your veins.
 
"Get on the bed," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. The room seemed to dim around you, shadows dancing against the walls, as you obeyed his command.
 
The bed beckoned you, its soft sheets invitingly cool against your heated skin. You climbed onto it, positioning yourself on all fours, ready and exposed for whatever Spencer had in mind.
 
Spencer stood up from the sofa, his eyes fixed on your vulnerable form on the bed. He moved towards you slowly, the anticipation building with each step. As he reached the edge of the bed, he trailed a finger lightly along your spine.
 
He reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a length of silk rope, his eyes never leaving yours. With a swift motion, he secured your wrists together, binding them tightly but not painfully. You tested the restraints instinctively, feeling the rush of helplessness mingling with arousal.
 
With your wrists secured, Spencer moved to the foot of the bed, his gaze darkening with a predatory hunger. He wasted no time, his hands trailing up your legs, skimming over the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. A shiver ran through you, anticipation coiling tightly in your core.
 
His touch was teasing, tormenting, as he neared the apex of your thighs. His fingers danced along the edges of your arousal, but never fully delved into it. It was a maddeningly slow torture that left you trembling with need.
 
"Please," you whispered, unable to contain the desperation in your voice. The ache within you was unbearable, the longing for release. Spencer's lips curled into a devilish smile, relishing in the power he held over you. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Patience, my love. I deserve patience after the stunts you pulled today.”
 
His fingers continued their torturous dance along your inner thighs, inching closer to your throbbing core. Every brush of his fingertips ignited a fire within you, intensifying the ache for release. Your body quivered with need, yearning for his touch to finally grant you the satisfaction you craved.
 
Finally, Spencer's fingers made contact with your slick folds, teasingly skimming against your sensitive entrance. A gasp escaped your lips as he dipped a single finger inside, drawing out a slow, deliberate stroke that had you arching your back in sheer ecstasy. Each movement was precise, calculated to push you closer to the edge without granting you the climax you so desperately sought.
 
"More," you begged, your voice filled with a desperation that matched the wildfire burning within you. Spencer's eyes gleamed with delight at your plea, relishing in the power he held over your pleasure.
 
With a wicked smile, he added another finger, curling them inside you expertly, hitting that spot that made your entire body quiver with every stroke. The intensity of the pleasure built rapidly, transcending everything else in the room. Your moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of you.
 
But just as you were on the precipice of release, Spencer pulled his fingers out, leaving you gasping and reaching for something to cling onto. The sudden emptiness made you whimper with frustration. Spencer's eyes held an intoxicating mix of dominance and satisfaction as he watched you squirm on the bed.
 
"You don't get to come yet," he murmured huskily. "Not until I've had my fill." Spencer's words hung in the air, teasing, and taunting you. Every fibber of your being throbbed with desire, yearning for release. The hunger in his eyes reflected your own as he positioned himself between your spread legs.
 
Lowering his head, Spencer's hot breath fanned across your sensitive flesh. His lips brushed against your inner thighs, peppering soft kisses along the way, deliberately avoiding the centre of your need. The anticipation was agonizing, a delicious torment that made your body ache for his touch.
 
Finally, his tongue flicked out and traced a slow circle around your swollen clit. A gasp escaped your lips as pleasure surged through you. He continued to tease, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks that had you writhing beneath him.
 
Each flicker of his tongue against your most intimate place intensified the fire within you. Your hips rocked instinctively, seeking more friction, more pleasure. But Spencer held firm control over your pleasure, denying you the release you so desperately craved. He continued his torturous ministrations, never relenting, never granting you the satisfaction of that mind-numbing climax.
 
Your body trembled with every stroke of his tongue, your need escalating to a maddening frenzy. The room was filled with the symphony of your moans, your pleas mixed with the wet sounds of his mouth on your throbbing core. The tension coiled tighter and tighter within you, threatening to shatter your sanity.
 
Spencer's hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place as he devoured you with an insatiable hunger. You were at his mercy, surrendering yourself completely to his touch. The pulsating waves of pleasure radiated through every fibber of your being, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
 
Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, when the ache for release became unbearable, Spencer pulled away.
 
Your whole body cried out in protest at the sudden absence of his touch. You whimpered, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Spencer's dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched you, revelling in the control he had over your pleasure.
 
"Please," you begged, your voice dripping with need. "I need to cum."
 
Spencer's lips curled into a wicked smile, knowing full well the power he held over your satisfaction. He crawled up the bed, positioning himself over you, his hard length brushing against your thigh. The hunger in his eyes was palpable as he captured your gaze.
 
"Oh, my love," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I'm not done with you yet. I want to watch you unravel completely."
 
His words sent a shiver down your spine, desire pooling between your legs once again. Spencer grasped your wrists, releasing them from their restraints, allowing you to wrap your arms around him.
 
With a swift motion, Spencer positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the head of his throbbing length. The anticipation was maddening, the need for him to fill you overwhelming every inch of your being. You let out a soft whimper, begging him to take you, to quell the ache that consumed you.
 
But Spencer relished in your desperation, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth with a hunger that matched your own. It was a battle of dominance and surrender as your tongues danced and clashed, melding together in a frenzied embrace.
 
When he finally pulled away, his lips trailed down your neck, peppering heated kisses along the curve of your throat. His breath was hot against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. As his teeth grazed along the sensitive flesh, a bolt of pleasure shot through you, electrifying every nerve ending.
 
With agonizing slowness, Spencer entered you, his hard length filling you inch by inch. You gasped at the delicious stretch, the feeling of him stretching you to your limits. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, a mix of pain and ecstasy that had your body arching off the bed in pure bliss.
 
He began to move within you, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body, intensifying the ache for release that had been building within you for so long. Your fingers clenched against the silk restraints, the sensation of being bound adding an extra layer of arousal.
 
Spencer's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, hitting that spot deep inside you with every powerful stroke. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, mingling with your moans and gasps.
 
Your senses were completely consumed by the pleasure, nothing else existing except for the connection between you and Spencer. His gaze locked with yours, his eyes filled with an intensity that matched the blaze within you. Every movement, every thrust, carried you further and further into a state of raw ecstasy. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of desire.
 
As Spencer's rhythm became more erratic, your body responded in kind, meeting his every movement with unyielding fervour. The bed rocked beneath you, a symphony of creaks and moans echoing through the room. Sweat glistened on your skin, the scent of desire mingling with the air.
 
Time lost all meaning as pleasure coiled tightly within you, ready to unravel at any moment. The fire burned within your core, threatening to consume you whole. Spencer's fingers dug into your hips, his grip possessive yet exhilarating.
 
With one final thrust, the dam broke.
 
An explosion of sensation ripped through your body as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your nails dug into his skin. He quickly followed you, releasing his seed deep in you.
 
He pulled out and had a look a triumph plastered across his face. “I think we should probably get ready to leave now, huh?”
 
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Spencer: Are we fighting or flirting?
Y/N: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-
Spencer: I think I could just use some clarification-
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randomoutsiders · 8 months
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to ur recent post 🙏 spencer reid freaking the fuck out when u wear one of those shirts that say "i ❤️ nerdy boys" or "i ❤️ subby boys" HELLO???
he's late. well, late according to his standards, and the fumbling of his laces between his anxious fingers isn't helping. his tie, which he had picked out that previous night while mentally flitting through various outfit options before falling asleep, wasn't in it's usual spot, and it had sent him into a tizzy while he journeyed to find it. upon coming the conclusion that you had tossed it into the pile to be taken the dry-cleaners, he had inadvertently lost at least 10 minutes of precious morning time.
so when you pad into the front entrance of the apartment, heels of your hands buried into tired eyes, he's forced to come to terms with the fact that he is definitely going to be very late today. when he had left the bed that morning, your upper half was bare, breasts hidden only by the thin, baby pink sheet he had made sure to cover you with before exiting.
but not you're sporting a new t-shirt, apparently, it's corny writing reading: 'i ❤️ subby boys.' "what are you still doin' here?" your voice is still heavy with fatigue, and that point is excacerbated by the yawn that follows. "thought you left for work by now."
"i uh..." he swallows thickly. "i couldn't find my tie.." he finally finishes with the last knot on his shoes when he rises from the entrance's bench. "i.. when did you get that shirt? i don't remember.. seeing it."
you grapple for the cheap fabric, pulling it out in front of you so you can properly read it's writing. it's taught against your torso, typically, hugging at your ribcage and accentuating the swells of your breasts and your pebbled nipples underneath it. "oh this? found it when i was shopping with penny. don't worry-" you placate when his lips part anxiously. "-she didn't see it. i came back the next day without her. but i thought it was cute. don't you? i love my subby boy."
a low whimper trills from the male, his hands twisting nervously around the leather strap of his back. "i um... i should go.." he murmurs quietly, trying to pull the bag over the growing bulge in his slacks. "i'll be home at 5? can you.. can you still wear that when i'm back?"
your lips spread into a happy grin when you close the distance between you, hands finding the curves of his jaw to pull him in for a kiss. "yeah, baby. i'd love to. i'll even wear those pair of panties you like - the pink ones. all you have to do is last the day and you've got me."
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i need jealous spencer SO BAD if he sees a guy flirting with you it would drive him crazy, no thinking, he just has to have you and everyone needs to know that you're his and only his, smut pls with praise (“good girl” 🥰) THANK U SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for the request and for reading!! I got inspired to write this as a continuation of Prey, so that's what it'll be! I hope you enjoy ♡
Predator | Professor!Spencer Reid x Reader
This is a part 2 to Prey, but can be read as a standalone.
MASTERLIST
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Summary: You apparently have a knack for picking up FBI agents. But if prison has taught Spencer one thing, it's that sharing is not his forté.
Contents: NO Y/N, fem!Reader, SMUT, professor/student relationship, age gap, dom/sub, dom!Spencer, sub!reader, public sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, possessiveness, praise kink, a lil bit of degradation, exhibitionism. If I missed any warnings please tell me!
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You didn't know what you'd expected after finally getting what you wanted. Sure, you weren't going to date your professor. Yet, you had expected Reid to at least acknowledge what had happened between the two of you. Maybe tell you to keep it to yourself, bribe you to not tell a soul. 
Nothing. Not a peep. 
It didn't help he was only on campus sporadically. You tended to forget teaching was only his temporary side gig. He had to go back to catching bad guys. So much for your eye candy. 
You couldn't let yourself dwell on Dr. Spencer Reid. It was a one-time thing, and he probably regretted it. He'd let his desires get the best of him. 
You sighed as you applied some chapstick, checking your hair in the mirror before turning to put on your coat. It was just drinks with friends, but you were in no mood to be social. You hadn't told them about your stint with Spencer and weren't planning on telling them anytime soon. They just knew you were hung up on someone and would likely try to set you up to help you get over it. 
It wasn't fair you were even hung up about it. You didn't have feelings for him. He was just so intriguing. It was hard to see him go. You sighed and locked the door behind you, greeting your friends and getting in the car towards O'Keeffe's. 
Loud music, conversation and laughter met your ears as you entered the bar. You threw a quick glance around the crowded room, spotting an open spot at the bar. You got the attention of your friends, pointing to the free space. 
Spencer chuckled at one of Penelope's jokes, but his smile quickly dropped as he saw you walk into the team's favourite bar. You obviously hadn't spotted him, engrossed in a conversation with a girl he'd previously seen in his class. He sighed, sipping his drink and trying to pull his attention away from you. 
"What is it, Spence?" JJ inquired. He shook his head in dismissal. 
"It's nothing, just a couple of students from my class," Spencer explained, letting his eyes wander over your body just this once. 
"That doesn't look like nothing, boy wonder," Emily raised an eyebrow, following his gaze. 
"Just some unfinished business, is all. Nothing interesting." 
Nothing interesting. Spencer scoffed to himself. Even he didn't believe it. He was glad his break from the BAU was over, not having to force himself to ignore your inquiries any longer. He'd been reckless, and now he'd have to live with the consequences. The consequences haunted his mind every time he closed his eyes. 
Please, Spencer. Please.
Your desperate words echoed around his head. He should've never given in. 
"Do tell more, my inconspicuous sage," Penelope leaned her head on her crossed fingers, a big grin on her face. 
"There's nothing to tell, Garcia. They're my students," Spencer shrugged. He had a superb poker face, but nothing could be hidden from his team. 
JJ narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure it out. Emily was way ahead of her, letting out a pleasantly surprised scoff. "You animal! You slept with one of them!" 
"Will you keep it down?!" Spencer whisper-yelled. Realizing he hadn't denied it, he looked at the glass in his hands, refusing to meet the girls' eyes. 
"I see you, Casanova. Wouldn't have pegged you the type," Penelope laughed. Spencer shook his head.
"Because I'm not! It was a mistake," it was more to convince himself than the others. 
"So, which one is it?" JJ questioned, wanting to discuss his type with the girls. 
Spencer refused to look in the direction of the bar, not wanting to give anything away. "Can we please just change the subject?"
"No can do, Spence. Now, is it the tall, leggy blonde? Oh! Is it the one talking to the newbie?" That caught Spencer's attention. 
"What?" His head snapped up, turning to where you were leaning against the bar, Luke Alvez whispering in your ear. Spencer's grip on his glass tightened as he observed your pleasant smile. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what Alvez possibly could've said to paint that smile on your face. The smile he'd wrongly presumed was reserved for him. 
"Oh, that's the one, alright." Emily laughed. Spencer snapped out of his jealous tunnel vision, trying to appear unaffected by the situation. Damn you, Alvez. He was supposed to go and get drinks, not flirt with girls barely over the legal drinking age. He crossed his arms and tried to tune in on the girls' conversation. 
"Look at him, definitely jealous. Crossed arms? Refusing to look in their direction? Chewing the inside of his mouth? Classic signs of jealousy." JJ spoke, gesturing to Spencer's body. He really regretted agreeing to go out. 
He watched you throw back the last of your drink, laughing at a story Luke told. 
"Do you have any pictures?" You asked. Luke had been telling you all about his Belgian Shepherd, Roxy. You couldn't even remember how the topic came up in the last ten minutes you'd been speaking with him. 
Luke was classically handsome. Toned, too. You admired his features, but condemned yourself for comparing them to a certain professor's. You'd approached him as he waited for his drinks, asking if you'd previously met. He looked familiar. You just couldn't put your finger on why. Surely you would've remembered meeting someone as handsome as him.
The mystery man had told you that, no, you hadn't met, but introduced himself as Luke Alvez. 
Luke showed you a few pictures of his adorable dog before continuing the conversation. "So, what do you do?" 
"I'm a full-time student, currently. You?" You got comfy leaning against the bar, enjoying his company. 
"I actually work for the FBI," Luke informed you. You nearly choked on your drink, instantly realizing why he'd been familiar. You'd done your research. 
"You wouldn't happen to be a part of the BAU?" You winced. 
"Yes, actually! How'd you kn-" 
Luke was cut off by a harsh grip on your upper arm. Your head turned, only to find the hand to be attached to the source of your dread. 
"Spencer? What are you doing here?" You tried to be casual, but you were panicking. Was he here with Luke? Or was it just a coincidence? 
"I could ask you the same thing," Spencer dejected. 
"I was actually talking to my new friend Luke here," you tugged your arm out of Spencer's grip, a challenging expression on your face. Luke looked uncomfortable, clearly already having figured out how you'd learned he was a part of the BAU. 
"Why do you have to be so fucking diff- No, you know what? I'm not doing this. Let's go," Spencer motioned towards the door of the bar. You furrowed your brows in confusion. First, he wanted nothing to do with you, and now he expected you to just leave with him without question? 
"What? No, I'm not leaving. I'm here with friends. Besides, why would I leave with you, Professor?" You questioned. Luke's expression changed to one of surprise. That definitely wouldn't have been his first guess, seeing as you'd called him 'Spencer.' 
"Is that Professor Reid? Oh my god, hi!" One of your friends finally noticed what was going down. Spencer gave her a tight-lipped smile and half-hearted raise of his hand. Their attention quickly returned to their previous conversation. 
Spencer looked agitated, taking a deep breath to recollect his bearings. "Please, just come with me," he pleaded quietly. You crossed your arms and huffed. 
"You can't go making demands, Spencer! Not when you've been ignoring me!" You tried to keep your volume down, trying to not give away what had obviously happened. 
Luke took that as his queue to leave, but not before earning a nasty look from Spencer. He raised his hands in defence. When Luke returned to the table, he was met with excited whispers from the girls. 
"I've never seen him like this," JJ exclaimed. They were all observing as you were arguing with Spencer. 
"I take it you know what's going on there?" Luke sat down, putting his beer next to Spencer's unfinished glass. 
"Oh, newbie. It's a true scandal. Our resident genius was very jealous of your new lady friend," Penelope clapped her hands together in excitement. 
"But she's his student, right?" 
"Exactly why it's such a scandal!" 
The team observed your body language as well as Spencer's. They noticed your defensive stance, a change from the relaxed one you'd had when talking to Luke. Spencer, too, exuded a different energy. He was clearly in charge of the conversation, domineering stance looking like his second nature. It was clear there was a side to him they hadn't seen, intentionally hidden away. 
"Oh Ehm Gee, look!" Penelope clamoured. 
Spencer had had enough, dragging you towards the bathroom instead of the door like he'd initially intended. He'd tried to hold back, but you made it so damn difficult. 
"Where are we going? Let me go," you struggled in his grip, nearly tripping over your feet as he dragged you to the bathroom. 
"You clearly need to be taught a lesson in respect," Spencer spat, pushing you into the women's bathroom and closing the door. 
"Stop it, Spencer. You're acting childish," you scoffed, trying to push past him out the door. 
"I'm being childish? What was that back there, then? Flirting with my coworker in front of me? That's a new low," Spencer mocked. His body language was hostile and distant. He was feeling worse about it than he was letting on. He clearly had unresolved feelings about your situation, just like you did. 
"I didn't even know he was your coworker! Or that you were here! And you've ignored me every time I've tried to talk to you! You don't get to stake some sort of claim over me!" You defended. Did he really expect you to just wait around for him? 
"I'm not staking a claim! I just assumed we had an understanding!" Spencer's voice was rising with every sentence he spoke. The small bathroom seemed to only get smaller as he towered over you. 
"What understanding, Spencer? We only fucked once," you sneered, rolling your eyes. 
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Spencer's tone shifted, simmering anger underlined with something you couldn't place. You searched his face for emotion but only found his tightened jaw and eyebrows raised in question. 
"So what if I did?" You challenged, crossing your arms. He wasn't backing down, staring into your eyes. You felt your resolve crumble little by little. 
"Bend over," Spencer demanded, motioning to the sink with his head. 
"I'm not bending over some gross bar sink! Especially not for you," you tried pushing past him again, to no avail. His hands found your upper arms, turning you around and pushing you over the sink. 
"You'll listen to me if you know what's good for you," Spencer whispered in your ear. The dampened bass thrumming through the closed bathroom door had nothing on your heartbeat. 
You awaited his hands against your ass, but they didn't come. You stayed in the position he'd put you in, waiting. Spencer stepped back, and you didn't dare move a muscle. 
"Hmm, good girl. See how easy it is to just listen?" He ran a hand over your back, stopping at the hem of your bottoms. You didn't reply, waiting with bated breath. 
"Now, do you remember the rules?" Spencer made eye contact through the mirror. You felt yourself nod before correcting the behaviour. 
"Yes, Sir," you were quick to stammer the words. 
"Good girl..." Spencer trailed off, hooking his fingers into your waistband and pulling everything down to your ankles, leaving you exposed. 
He admired your pussy, kicking your legs apart to give him a better view and access. He wasn't wasting any time this time around. He placed his hands on your ass, squatting down to be at face height with your nethers. You jumped and tried to contain your reaction as he licked a stripe between your folds. Your hand slapped over your mouth, begging nobody could hear what was going down. 
"Wait, Spencer. Lock the door," you remembered. 
"Shut up. Did I give you permission to speak?" Spencer spoke against the warmth between your legs. 
"N-no, Sir," you answered. Your eyes darted to the unlocked door again, anxious someone might walk in. It was a public bar, after all. You wanted to question him. What if someone walked in? But you knew better, keeping your lips sealed. 
Spencer resumed with his mouth on your cunt, slowly devouring and driving you crazy. Tremors built in your legs as he sped up his advances. The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your clit reached your ears, sending blood rushing to your cheeks. You clenched your eyes shut and balled your fists, doing your best to withhold your reactions. 
"Fuck..." The soft whimper left your mouth as Spencer sucked harshly on your clit. It was almost enough to send you over the edge. Almost. Spencer seemed to know as much, teasing endlessly. You wanted to beg, plead with him to make you cum, but you knew any words from your mouth would urge him to do the opposite. 
The doorknob clicked, and you tried to kick Spencer away from you. His grip on your hips was unwavering as he maintained his eager actions. 
The door flew open, and an unknown girl shrieked at the sight before her before quickly backing out the door. You'd hidden your face to the best of your ability, but there was no doubt what was going on. The least you could do to spare your dignity was hide your identity. 
Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at the intrusion. Even though you hated that you'd gotten caught in such a compromising situation, you couldn't deny it was a little exhilarating to know anybody could walk in at any moment while Spencer had his way with you without a care in the world. 
"You liked getting caught, didn't you? That's what little whores like you get off on," Spencer muttered against your pussy. You shook your head, denying his accusation. 
Spencer got off the floor, and you met his gaze through the mirror. "No? You didn't like it? Then why'd you get so wet," his words were emphasized by the fingers running through your sensitive folds. You whined at the sensation, biting your lip. 
"Fine, have it your way," Spencer sighed, leaning over and finally locking the door. The damage had been done, anyway. 
"Get up and turn around," Spencer ordered. You quickly obeyed, spinning to face him. Your ass pressed into the sink as Spencer stepped closer. He observed you for a second, his right hand coming up to cup your cheek in a strangely intimate moment. 
He quickly snapped out of it, bringing the hand down to your chin and gripping it tightly. You attempted to beg him to continue without words, but he was taking his sweet time. While his touch was no longer tender, the unexpected kiss he planted on your lips could only be described as delicate. A promise. 
His lips quickly moved down your neck, sucking harshly in any open spot he could find. His hand went up to your hair as he put the other on your waist. He tugged strategically, intentionally messing up your put-together appearance. This, combined with the trail of bruises he was leaving on your neck, made one thing clear: He was marking his territory. A fond feeling you wanted to ignore, perhaps to preserve it for later, bloomed in your chest. 
Spencer pushed you backwards onto the stone sink. You crossed your fingers it was a sturdy one, knowing what Spencer likely had in mind. He stepped between your opened legs, unbuckling his belt with one hand as the other remained on your thigh, rubbing the skin and driving you crazy. 
He reached into his underwear, tugging his rock-hard cock out of its confines. He held it tightly in his fist, stroking it as he kept rubbing his fingers closer and closer to your heat. You would've easily been able to take his teasing if he hadn't left you hanging on the edge with his mouth. The seconds he spent stroking himself lazily as he watched you felt like torturous hours. 
Finally, he made contact, tapping the head of his dick against your clit crudely. The sensation made you jerk backwards. He placed his length between your lips, lazily sliding yet never pushing inside. Every time the tip hit your clit with the upwards motion of his hips, a meek noise escaped you. 
"What would Luke think if he saw you like this, huh? Think he'd still be all over you if he knew you were such a little slut for me?" He accentuated his words by finally thrusting inside, pulling a moan from your throat. 
"Bet you'd like that, huh? Having him walk in here? Have him watch as I ruin your little pussy?" You cried out at his words. You couldn't help but imagine it. 
"But you're my good girl, huh?" The slide of his cock against your walls felt phenomenal. You felt yourself tighten at his words. The ridge of his tip got stuck on your entrance, and Spencer chuckled. 
"So tight for me. My pussy," he continued pushing inside, ignoring how you squeezed around him. 
"Say it," he urged. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to." 
"You! Belongs to you, Sir," you whined. You felt your body slowly slip off the sink with every push. You brought your hands to Spencer's shoulders as leverage to keep yourself upright. 
"That's right, all mine," Spencer moaned. His voice was raspy. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever had the pleasure of hearing. 
"Let me hear you," he coaxed. You took it as permission to finally speak. 
"Please, Sir, more," you begged. You no longer had control over your body, throwing your head back and nearly crashing it into the mirror. Your throat was quickly becoming hoarse with the pleas and whines escaping it. 
"More what, sweetheart?" The nickname sounded anything but sincere, just like the last time he'd used it in his office. 
"Fuck- Spe- Sir, harder, please," you were gradually losing your sanity. Your nails dug into the skin of his neck in desperation. 
He fulfilled your request, speeding up the momentum of his hips. You could only hope the music from the bar drowned out the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt with every harsh thrust. The wet squelches coming from where your bodies connected were vulgar. 
"Fuck, baby. So good. Such a good girl for me," Spencer babbled as he leaned forward to plant a messy kiss on your lips. You kept him close with the hold on his neck. 
You brought your hands up to his delectable locks, tugging harshly when he hit the magic spot inside of you. 
"Spencer! Oh my god, please, don't stop," you exclaimed. He continued pounding into you roughly. 
"Nobody can fuck you like I can, nobody will make you feel like I do," Spencer groaned. He was right. He'd ruined you for anybody else the second he'd set foot on campus. 
"O-oh, shit..." Spencer whimpered. If his rough voice was sexy, then Professor Spencer Reid whimpering in your ear in desperation as he neared his climax was on another level. The filthy whispers and sounds falling from his lips were enough to bring you back to the brink. 
"Fuck, Professor," you moaned. It snapped something in Spencer, whose hips stuttered. His pace turned brutal. 
"Say that again," he commanded. Who knew his official title would've set him off? 
"Please, Professor," you whined. The noises falling from your lips sounded foreign to your ears. Frenzied moans left you as Spencer brought his hand to your clit, rubbing circles in tandem with his thrusts. 
"Good girl," Spencer moaned. "Such a good girl for me." You could tell he was about to cum, mirroring your own predicament. 
"Fuck... Let them hear, baby. Tell them who's making you cum," Spencer's hips pressed hard against your own. 
"Spencer, oh- shit," you were no longer holding back. 
"That's right, cum for me." 
His words sent you over the edge, vision momentarily going black as your toes curled. You felt your legs shake as Spencer pushed inside one last time, cock pulsing as he shot his cum deep inside. It was concerning how quickly you'd come to love that specific feeling. 
He allowed you a second to catch your breath before he pulled out of you, tucking himself back into his pants and buckling his belt. He wasted no time, gathering some toilet paper from one of the stalls and carefully cleaning you up. He threw the paper in the toilet and flushed it, turning his attention back to you. 
He bent down, placing a peck on your mound. "All mine."
You scoffed at the action, pushing him away. "You sap." 
"Caught me," Spencer smiled softly, helping you off the sink. You pulled your bottoms back up, cringing at the wet feeling of his cum trickling down. 
"Spencer, I can't go out there like this," you gestured to your exterior. 
"You can and you will, c'mon," he placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you to the exit. You did your best to rearrange your clothes to look somewhat presentable, but there was only so much you could do with your dishevelled appearance. The messy hair, ruined makeup and blotches splattered over your neck would be enough to give away what had happened. 
Your eyes searched the bar for your friends, but they were nowhere to be seen. You grabbed your phone, and with all the notifications, your suspicions were confirmed. They'd left without you. 
"Spencer, can you drive me home?" You tried turning to him, but he kept pushing you to the table where his team and Luke were still seated. Luke wolf-whistled at your appearance. You tried to shrink into yourself or to hide behind Spencer, but he wouldn't allow it. This clearly was some kind of dick-measuring contest to him. 
Spencer sat down next to Emily, pulling you into his lap. "Knock it off already. They get it," you groaned. 
"So, you're taking Spence's class? How's that working out for you?" The blonde next to Luke questioned. Spencer put a drink in front of you. You didn't question its contents, taking a sip before answering. 
"Well, I guess we had some disagreements over some of my work, but it seems we've found a way to work that out," you joked. There was no use in being sheepish about it. Spencer had made very sure they understood exactly what your dynamic was. 
"So it seems." Luke chuckled. You gave him an apologetic smile. He shrugged it off, raising his glass to clink it against yours.
Spencer's arm around you tightened. He'd 100% gotten his message across, but that didn't mean he liked you talking to Luke, or anybody, for that matter. If there's one thing Spencer learned from prison, it would be that sharing definitely wasn't his forté. Especially not you. No... You were all his. 
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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 18+
Summary: You and Spence have just come back from an amazing date, he watches you undress to change and it makes him very flustered. You notice he has a boner, and since he's not very experienced, you decide to help him through it.
Characters: Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, dom/sub, oral (M receiving), praise kink, teasing, begging
A/N: Would you all like it if I made another like this but the reader has a mommy kink?
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Your feet were killing you, the heels you wore had not been broken in yet so they still felt uncomfortable. It was worth it, the night had gone very well.
Spencer took you out to a very nice restaurant, though you two barely ate any of the food, it was still nice. You both decided it was probably better to have ice cream and walk in the park. Now you were home and Spencer was watching you.
"That was nice, minus the tiny food portions at the restaurant," You joke. Spencer laughs as he takes his shoes off and places them on the floor.
"We should have picked that underwater experience. Did you know they actually show you around twenty different species of sharks? There are more than 500 species all of them having unique characteristics and behaviors." You smile as he explains the types of sharks there are.
He loved talking about sharks, his fixation on them started when you mentioned you like sharks on your first date with him. You adored how much he wanted to impress you with these facts he knew.
"Baby, can you help me with this?" You point to the zipper of your dress. You walk over to where he is sitting and he pulls the zipper down. "Thank you, sweetheart." You see his big grin in the mirror. You can't help but just find him so cute.
His eyes are fixated on you as you slip the dress off. He's seen you naked before but it doesn't stop him from still being mesmerized every time.
"Like what you see?" You tease, pulling your bra off. His face goes red as he looks away.
"Y-You just look very pretty," He admits. He's so flustered and doesn't know what to do other than look at his hands.
You turn towards him, walking up slowly and putting two fingers under his chin. You push up and make him look at you. "What's wrong baby? Why so flustered?"
His eyes look from your lips to your eyes. You smile at him, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. "Do you need help undressing," He asks nervously. You can't help but giggle. He's still nervous to ask you these things like you'd ever say no to him.
You guide his right hand to your panties, pushing two of his fingers on top to pull them down. He watches you do this, waiting for you to guide him more. "Go ahead baby, take them off for me," You whisper, your hand running through his hair.
He bites his bottom lip, pulling your panties down and smiling up at you when they are off and in his hands.
Spencer looks back at your body, everything is in full view and it is all just so captivating. He can't keep his eyes off you, thinking of all the things you can do to him. He's not shy about wanting to be dominated, but he is shy about asking for it.
You radiate dom energy and he loves it, he just wants you to control him. Make him a good boy for you. Now all he can feel is the very obvious bulge in his pants.
"Please," He looks down at his crotch. You follow his gaze and smirk when you see it. You haven't even done anything other than let him help you undress and he's hard.
"Please what baby? I can't help you if I don't know what you need," you tell him, caressing his face with your hand. He leans into your touch and looks up at you.
"Please touch me," He pulls your other hand to his bulge. You are surprised by the action but you still squeeze it. He lets out a small gasp at the new feeling. Now wanting more, he pushes his hips up slightly for more.
Your hand moves from his pants to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. You throw it onto the floor and get on top of him. Your legs are on both sides of him and you are sitting directly over his hard cock that is still covered by his boxers and pants.
He looks at you with love in his eyes, everything you do to him makes him excited and wanting more. Your lips connect with his neck and you kiss down it. His hands are on your hips gripping them while he closes his eyes.
Your lips are soft on his skin as you kiss down his chest. He lets out gasps of air when you get to the space right above his pants. You reach up, unzipping them and getting off of him to pull them down. You easily pull the boxers down as well, leaving him exposed to you.
He watches you, propping himself up by his elbows. You get on your knees and lean against his legs, your hands on his thighs. "You look so pretty, baby," You whisper as you reach over to his hard cock. The pad of your thumb runs over his tip and precum leaks out.
He whines wanting you to touch him even more. You smile at him and wrap your whole hand around his cock. You tease him a bit, slowly pulling your hand up and down his shaft. He can't help but let out moans.
"More," he begs you. You gladly give him what he wants, and you push him down so he's lying back. Your lips meet with his tip and you lick over it just to see his reaction. His body jolts at the new feeling.
You continue, your tongue licking down to the base then all the way back up. He moans as you take in all of his cock, your mouth being warm around him.
His cock hits the back of your throat as you bob your head up and down finding a good pace to stay at. Spencer moans loudly, gripping the sheets as he tries to keep his legs from shaking.
The pleasure is coursing through him, he loves the feeling of your throat tightening around him. He knows he can't take much more before he cums. The feeling built up in his stomach.
You can sense he's close so you pull your mouth off with a 'pop'. Spencer whines at the loss of warmth and pleasure he was just feeling. He wants it back. His hands reach down to his still-hard cock, trying to re-create the feeling you had just taken away from him.
You push his hand away and he gets back on his elbows to look at you. "Why'd you stop?" he asks shyly.
"Should I let you cum?" You ask him. He lets out a whine as your hand goes up and down his shaft. He moans bucking his hips forward as his orgasm is nearing closer.
"Please! Please let me cum!" he begs you desperately. Your mouth meets with his dick again, and you suck on it while pushing down taking it to the base. You tighten your throat around his cock, staying like that for a moment.
That's all Spencer needs before his orgasm hits him with full force. His legs start to shake as he throws his head back with moans filling the otherwise silent room.
His cum hits the back of your throat as you pull your head up. He's gripping the sheets the high of the orgasm still hitting him. When the cum stops shooting out you pull off his cock and stand up.
You sit on his lap, pulling him in for a kiss. The cum in your mouth is being pushed into his as you pull away from the sloppy kiss. Spencer's eyes are still foggy, he's in a little bit of a haze from having an orgasm, this was only his third time ever.
"Such a pretty boy," You whisper to him, admiring his face. He blushes, pushing his face against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.
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lightvixxen · 7 months
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Say it.
Just a small Spencer Reid drabble!! Im p sure its a gn!reader soo
Summary: Spencer is hellbent on getting you to finally call him daddy.
Warnings; 18+ MINORS DNI, edging, daddy kink, dom!spencer reid, soft dom!spencer
Words: 430
“Say it.” Spencer whispered in your ear, and you whimpered, shaking your head ‘no’, Spencer rolled his eyes.
Spencer had you on your stomach, pounding you behind, you ended up in this position after you had almost let the word ‘daddy’ slip from your lips earlier.
Now he was hell bent on getting you to say it, he had only caught the first syllable, but he was pretty sure he knew what you wanted to call him.
“Spence please- fuck” you moaned, your cheeks were wet with tears after being edged, he wasn’t allowing you to cum until you said it.
“Please what?” He asked, pulling your head out of the pillow that you had your face buried in by your hair.
“Pleasee let me cum, please, please, please!!!!” You begged with your boyfriend, begging for an ounce of mercy.
“If you wanna cum you just gotta say a simple word, baby, all you gotta do.” His hips stilled as you clenched around him, a tell that you were close.
You sobbed, this was probably your fifth ruined orgasm, but you were too embarrassed to admit you wanted to call your boyfriend daddy.
Spencer started up again, you were even surprised he’s lasted this long, he had to have been edging himself too.
A particular hard thrust has your back arching a loud moaning clawing its way out of your throat, that was the thrust that happened to break your resolve, desperate for relief.
“Fuck- daddy! Fuck please daddy please, i need to cum-!!”
“There you go.” Spencer smiled wickedly, his left hand moving to rub circles against your clit, more tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. His right hand that had been holding your back down, making sure you couldn’t move against him, moved to grip your hip.
“Cum for me, sweetheart, let go” he told you, thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy.
“Daddy- shit, thank you, thank you, thank you-!” You practically screamed, thanking him for finally giving you permission to cum. Once you reached your high you were pretty sure your soul left your body. Eyes rolling back into your head, shortly after Spencer came in you, his cock buried deep inside of you.
“See? Wasn't that hard was it?”
You shake your head, “it’s embarrassing…”
Spencer chuckled, letting go of your hip Spencer moved a hair out of your face.
“You’ve written worse baby.”
“Wait what-“
Spencer just smirked at you, he got up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom.
“Spence, wait- how did you-?”
“Your phone password really doesn’t work to keep me out sweetheart.”
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celest1all · 15 days
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dom!spencer finding the reader gets nervous with eye contact during sex so he makes her make eye contact
this giving dom!spence to me idk but i'm jsut gonna...yeah [edit: just realised this said dom!spencer anyway i'm dumb]
+18 minors leave please god
warnings: slapping, p in v, swearing idk, dom!spencer
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spencer noticed it a while ago, it wasn't hard for him to but two and two together -- you couldn't make eye contact to save your life.
it started with not looking hotch in the eyes when he was talking to you, then it was local law enforcement then it was him. you would avoid eye contact with him at all times, opting to looking at anything else (like playing with yours hands).
so, when you and spencer got together, he made it his mission for you to work on your eye contact; or lack of eye contact.
spencer's cock was thrusting in and out of you at an immense pace, your pussy clenching around with every little movement. your eyes rolling back in pleasure and thighs shaking. one of his hands were holding both of yours above your head and the other gripped on your trembling thighs, ensuring his pace never faltered.
"hey," he tapped your face, "look at me." he said, now holding your cheeks in one of his veiny hands.
it took a while for you to really listen to what he said, the pleasure turning your mind into complete mush. "huh?"
spencer continued to fuck your pussy relentlessly, "you're going to look at me whilst i ruin you." he growled at your, lust coating every syllable.
you shook your head at him, closing them and focusing on the feeling of his cock inside you. then, spencer did something you didn't expect -- he slapped you across the face. "oh, fuck," you moaned, liking the pain more than anything.
spencer smirked at you, "come on, baby, you can do it. if you look at me, then maybe i will let you come. maybe."
the threat was real and scary, you wanted to come, you wanted to come so bad. the feeling in your tummy was getting oh so close and you knew if you didn't look at him, he would stop and get himself off.
you opened your eyes reluctantly and stared directly into his eyes; they were dark. his smirk was still firmly on his face, whilst he was still thrusting in and out of you, his nimble fingers playing with your clit.
"there we go baby," he praised "there's a good girl."
the praise was too much, the feeling of his cock hitting all the right spots whilst your clit was getting played with -- you were going to come. "fuck spence, please. please let me come." you begged, looking directly into his eyes.
spencer smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you on your forehead. he placed his lips next to your ear and said, "come for me baby, come all over my cock."
he made sure not to blink, he didn't want to miss the moment of you becoming undone. your eyes rolling back into your head and your hands gripped the bedsheets so hard he was convinced they would rip.
just the sight of it made him spill his seed directly inside of your fluttering cunt, "fuck," he groaned.
he's going to make you make eye contact more often.
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stairain · 11 months
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Masterlist
Bolded is NSFW.
✪ = Reader Favorite ✫ = Author Favorite
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Bad idea. - You see your Professor talking to one of his co-workers, prompting insecurities about him belonging with someone his age.
Yes, Professor. - What follows after a jealous argument between Professor Spencer and his student.
Only you, darling. - You tell your professor you want a “real relationship”, it doesn’t bode well at all.
Beatdown. - Your professor can’t seem to get enough of your punishments. He was pushing your limits, and you intend to break him.
✫ I know your wife and she wouldn’t mind. - Even though he's married to someone else, Spencer can't resist taking care of you every time you show up on his doorstep.
✫ Swing and a Miss. - You meet a nerd at a bar, and you’re determined to claim him as yours.
✪ In the Pouring Rain. - You're driving home and there’s a storm incoming, but pulling over and never pulling out seems more than satisfactory. 
✪✫ Vegas Redemption.- You spot Spencer at a hotel lounge alone, you see has a ring on his finger, but that doesn't stop you.
Headlights Flashing - Spencer and you are rivaling street racers, and despite your deep rooted hatred for each other, with enough adrenaline, arousal, and pure aggression shooting through your veins, you find yourself at the mercy of your contender.
Come and Save me now. - Spencer is supposed to be your doctor, but making you feel better surely wasn’t out of the job description. 
✪✫ Daddy's Little Helper. - Spencer wants nothing more than to show his appreciation for you babysitting his daughter, but by giving you a baby of your own was not what you expected.
✪ Truth of a Lifetime. - After a long day at work, you want nothing more than to unwind with your best friend, but playing a game of drunk Truth or Dare was definitely not what you had in mind. 
✪✫ Captive to Crosswords. - Spencer’s got you tied to a chair, but he’s more interested in finishing his crossword puzzle than finishing you.
✪ Down by the Dock. - After telling Spencer how distant he's been, he's determined to prove just how close he can get with you.
Dare of a Lifetime. - Part 2 to “Truth of a Lifetime” where you show Spencer the kinds of things you’re into, and he is quite the hands-on learner.
✫ Make Hate to You. - Spencer’s convinced you like him a little more than you’re letting on, but you’re set on showing him just how wrong he is.
✪ Mommy's Boyfriend. - While dropping off your son at school, the last thing you expect is your ex-boyfriend Mr.Reid to be his teacher.
✪ Gun that doesn't shoot. - You've grown tired of the princess treatment from Spencer, just wishing he'd slap you around for once, so you don't stop until he does.
✪ Old Fashioned. - After a long night of waiting tables, a quiet man who can’t help but blush every time you speak to him is just what you need.
✪ Staying Up. - You're peacefully sleeping when Spencer comes home needy for you, but you're more than happy to let him use you.
✪✫ The Art of Film - Spencer's wears his FBI vest and bodycam while he fucks you. 
BBM Baby - Spencer wants nothing more than to leave work to be with you, so you sext him to torture him even further. 
The Chase. - Getting pulled over wasn't exactly your plan for a Friday night, but getting pulled over by a hot officer just might be.  
Wrong Move You're Dead - Spencer was never shy about his obsession for you, but you don't know just how far he'd go to prove you belong to him.
✪✫Jealous Girl. - Catching Spencer talking to another woman wasn’t exactly ideal, but thankfully you know just how to handle him. 
Impatience.- Your patience was hardly that of a saint, so it’s no surprise when Spencer’s forced to leave work to fuck you. 
✫ All Aboard. - When you meet a handsome stranger on the train home, he's adamant from the moment your gazes lock that he’ll get a taste of you.
Desk Pet. - Despite knowing the importance of work, Spencer still can't help but distract you in the worst way possible.
Begging for a Breaking. - You've never been that of a beggar for Spencer, but you’re not about to back down now.
✪ Friendly Competition. - Spencer gets a little too cocky and thinks he can please you better than a toy, so you take it upon yourself to crush his ego. 
✫ Brushstrokes - You weren’t entirely sure what being Spencer’s muse meant, but it certainly wasn’t what he had in mind.
Loosen Up - Parties have never been much of Spencer's scene, luckily you've got no problem helping him calm down.
Conditioned Response - You knew training someone like a dog wasn't the most ethical, but Spencer just makes it too easy to pass up.
Good Decoration - After misplacing a folder full of explicit images, the last thing you’d expect was Spencer to take it. 
Double-Edged Sword - The only way Spencer is allowed to fuck you is to wear a strap-on.
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reiderwriter · 6 months
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You're Just Too Good To Be True
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Chapter 9 of That's What You Get
Summary: You're determined to seduce Spencer after accidentally rejecting his last advances. It goes better (and worse) than you expect.
Warnings: Dom/Sub, Dom! Spencer, Oral (M receiving), clit stimulation, sort of dry humping, cum play, breeding kink, size kink, wife/husband role play, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, slut, whore), creampie and heartbreak. MINORS DNI 18+
A/N: Welcome to the endgame. Please don't worry about anything and go into this chapter completely blind 🥰 My requests are finally back open, and you can find my masterlist here! I'm also participating in kinktober this month, and everything so far is here, too if you're interested!! 💕 Enjoy!
The elevator was painfully slow as you followed Spencer out of the building. You had to take your bets about which way he'd have gone, whether he'd brought a car or was planning on taking the subway. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you chose the parking garage, partially hoping for seclusion with him a bit faster than you'd get if he'd run to the crowded station. 
Fate was on your side. You stepped off the elevator on the basement floor and after a harried moment of twisting this way and that, your eyes locked onto him in the distance, walking towards his desperately old car. A miracle, considering he didn't often drive. 
"Spencer!" You shouted across the lot, practically skipping over to him, only mere paces away when he finally turned to look at you. You slowed down to a walk then, but with a marked anticipation bubbling in your stomach, your steps felt like lurches, your body drawn into him by the beat of your heart. 
"Spencer, wait." He'd stopped just in front of his car, so he wasn't really moving, but you wanted to be sure. You needed to be sure. 
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" He asked, his tone light, not as confused as his face made him seem. You hoped that was a good sign, that he was playing up the awkwardness of the interaction for anyone else who happened to be driving themselves home. 
"Our annulment deadline passed, right?" You looked up into his eyes, trying to hold the grin back from your face as you locked eyes with him. 
"Yes. I told you that the other night in the lobby, why are you asking again?"
"Because I want to go home with my husband." You took a step closer to him with the words, letting them fall lower, hitting the back of your throat where your heart was currently beating. They somehow didn't get stuck as you raised your hand to his chest. You didn't touch him fully, just let your pointer finger trace circles on the pocket of his shirt, hoping he'd hoping understand. Desperately. 
Sick of your teasing, he grabbed your hand and flattened it against his chest, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he slowly twisted the two of you around. You were like two beasts, circling each other, looking for areas to attack, to bite, to destroy. God you wanted him to destroy you. 
Before you knew it your back was to the car door, his voice in your ear. 
"And what do you want to do at home with your husband?" He growled in your ear, as he dropped your hand, instead bracing himself on the roof of the car and leaning down into you. Your body was on fire and he wasn't even making contact anymore. 
"I think you know." 
"I think I want to hear anyway." 
You just couldn't give into that. A challenge had been issued, and by God were you going see it through. 
"I want to feel my husband's hands around my throat. I want to feel his heartbeat pressed against mine. I want him to hold my hand as he pounds into me. And I want him to cum so deep inside of me that it doesn't even drip out." Each word was hushed, even in the stillness of the basement. It looked empty, but you never knew who'd snuck into their cars before you'd arrived. Or even after, as you focused all your will and energy on Spencer. 
To his credit, he didn't move, barely even batted an eye. He just nodded down at you, and smiled slowly, letting it spread across his lips in a wild grin, as if you'd just said the sweetest words to him instead of the dirtiest. 
"Your husband is a lucky man." 
"He could be, but he hasn't opened the car door for me yet, so who knows." You dared to touch him then, snaking one hand up his chest into his hair, and slowly pulling his head down for a kiss as you pushed yourself up. 
His arms didn't move until the second you touched, abuzz with the contact as you suddenly found yourself stuck together as if glued. His lips slip expertly over your own, as your thoughts run amok with glee. You'd won, and he was your prize. He pressed you back into the car, letting his hands explore more and more of you as he got carried away by your scent, the feeling of you under his hands, the taste of you on his lips. 
He finally pulled away and put three metres of space between you, physically far enough that he couldn't touch you as he turned away, trying to wipe you from his lips. 
"I'm sorry, we shouldn't be doing that here. Someone could see us." 
"I don't care." His eyes shot back to yours with a tilt of his head that you knew was him asking you if you really meant that. "I don't care who sees us, because I want them to know who you belong to."
"Are you sure you're not going to avoid me for weeks again if I keep kissing you?" 
"Spencer, I want you to do much more than just kissing me this time."
The grin bloomed on your lips before you could stop it, so proud to be claiming him publicly now. 
You could see the hesitation on Spencer's face as he risked pulling you back in, likely running the worst case scenarios of taking you right then and there in the car (misdemeanour charge of public sex, 1-2 years of probation, demotion from BAU, registry on a sex offenders list etc.) and collected his thoughts. He so would have liked to have hiked your skirt up then and there, but he doesn't even have to ask to know your opinion on the matter. 
You could practically hear him counting to ten. 
"Get in the car." 
"Say it nicely and I'll think about it." He raised an eyebrow, keeping eye contact as he opened his mouth one more time. 
"Get in the car, Mrs. Reid. Or do you need to be manhandled into it." 
As much as you're sure you would have enjoyed that, you chose not to push it too far. So you did as you were told, little sparks of heat flying up and down your body as you replayed the possessive tone he'd used to say your name. 
The car was cold, but you feel it warm up more as he closes the door behind you and climbs into the driver's seat. It increases tenfold when he leans over to pull your seatbelt into place, and dissipates entirely when he rests his hand on your leg and doesn't move it for the rest of the ride. 
Your almost disappointed by just how locked in it is, wishing desperately that it would go further up, right to where you wanted him. You even tried to press the issue, literally, with your hands. 
"Y/N, if I touch you anymore than this, we're not making it home. And there aren't many secluded spots on the side of the road, and I'm pretty jealous when it comes to things that are mine." You try not to melt at the words, but you fail, your legs dropping apart naturally. 
You expect him to take you to his place, excited to finally christen the bed you'd slept in peacefully twice. But as the scenery around you changes, becoming infinitely more familiar, you realise that's not the direction you're going. 
"This is the way to my apartment." It's less of a question, more of a statement, but he nods at you in confirmation. 
"You said you wanted to go home. I'm taking you home." 
"Spencer, your apartment would've been fine, that's your home."
"My home is wherever you are. We're here." He turns the engine off and climbs out of the car, leaving your heart fizzing with adoration. 
He finishes the conversation as he opens the door, offering you a hand and pulling you up so quickly you stumble into his chest as his lips fall to your ears. 
"Besides, your place is closer." Heat pooled between your legs, only growing with each step as your body reacted to having him closer and closer to your bed. 
"Didn't want to fuck me in the car though?" 
"I wanted something better for our first time." 
"This isn't our first time, Spencer." Your back hits the door of your apartment as you round on him, needing to see his eyes as you remind him that you know what he feels like inside of you. 
"How much do you remember?" He asks, not stepping closer, but not moving away either, eyes roaming your body alight with bodily hunger. 
"I remember the way you feel. The way you taste. I remember all the carnal details and none of the practical ones, and I'm beginning to think that maybe they're the only ones that matter." You wet your lips and glance down to his. A moment's hesitation is all he needs to attack you again, pushing his entire body weight into you as his lips find yours again. 
He's hot and he's hard and he's big and he's pushing against you so strongly you fear he's going to push you straight through the door, no unlocking needed. He pulls back just long enough for you to remind him of it though, but his only reaction is turning you around so his crotch is against your ass. 
"Go ahead and unlock it then." His lips find their way to the sensitive spot on your neck, and you wonder if it's luck or skill that puts him there, how he knew it would drive you crazy. 
It takes multiple attempts to open the door, and you're growing impatient in your lust, letting out tiny whimpers in frustration. You feel like your three more failed attempts away from stomping your feet and throwing yourself to the floor in a tantrum when his hand comes up so steady your own, pushing the key into the door first try. 
"You just needed some help getting it in, it's okay." The innocent words do nothing to distract from his hot cock resting at your ass, and you almost roll your eyes at the irony of the moment as he guides you inside. 
He turns you again and your lips lock in desperation. He hits the light switch and you don't stop. Your legs hit the back of your sofa, and you don't stop. Your unbuttoning his shirt and you don't stop, nearing the end of your tether, ready to feel him snap right back into you like a taught wire. 
"You're not even inside me yet and you already feel this good…" You whisper the words as he words down your neck, paying special attention to your pressure points, like he's memorised all the spots on your body that leave you weak in the knees. You can feel his smile as he attempts to undo you. 
Until he pulls away. Looking down at you as if you were a work of art and he the painter, he nods in satisfaction, before lifting you bridal style. 
"It's time for us to get into bed." 
"Well, aren't you the gentleman? Where I'm from, it's called fucking, Spencer." He almost flinches at the vulgarity, but you brush it off, letting him throw you down onto your bed. 
He starts working on the buttons of his sleeves, rolling them up neatly to his elbows in preparation for something important, but you don't give him the chance. 
Slipping off the bed, you make your way to your knees, where it becomes achingly apparent that the buttons on his pants also need to be pried open. 
"What do you think you're doing?" He asks, a little ticked off by your movements. 
"I'm getting ready to please my husband, obviously. Isn't that what good little wives do?" You finally slip him from his pants, letting his erection answer the question for him. 
"I'm in charge."
"And I like it that way," you say, opening your mouth wide as he grabs his cock in his hand, and sticking your tongue out nice and far as he let's it graze your top lip. 
He pushes deep into your mouth before grabbing your throat. You try not to splutter around him, relaxing and taking as much as he's giving. 
"Go ahead then, if you think you can handle it." The words shoot straight to your core, and you eagerly begin pumping your mouth up and down his erect penis. 
"Good Little cock sucker, this is what I married you for." His grip runs up to your hair, grabbing a chunk of it in his hands as he follows your movements around his cock. 
"You look so pretty on your knees for me like that," he says, pulling your mouth over his entire cock and keeping him there. "I'm gonna make you feel so good later, baby, just you wait."
He continues like that, using his grip to masturbate with your mouth, moaning and groaning at your touch until your ready to feel his cum shoot down the back of your throat. 
His release doesn't come though, and instead he's pulling your head off and discarding you below him. Climbing onto the bed, you eagerly watch him as he takes a seat, making himself comfortable and not even sparing a glance your way, still sat on your knees on the floor, spit and tears decorating your face, eyes wild with lust. 
"I'm not getting on my knees for you, princess. If you want me to pleasure you, you're going to have to climb right into my lap yourself." 
His explanation had your legs snapping shut as you squeeze them together, desperate for release. 
You do as you're told once again, climbing onto the bed and crawling into the generous space he's made between his legs. 
He positions you where he wants you, your back to his chest as he used his large hands to press your legs wide. 
"That's it, open wide for me princess."
"What are you, a horny dentist?" You laugh at his words, but he grabs your jaw and tilts it up to him, capturing your lips in a rough embrace. The air doesn't return to your lungs until he touches your cunt, and then it comes in a sharp gasp that leaves your head spinning. 
Maybe it's him that's actually having that affect. 
"You like that? You like me rubbing your little dripping pussy through your panties? Y/N, I'm not even touching you directly." The words are matter-of-fact, like he's astounded you're so fucking wet for him, but not shocked, knowing how much of a dirty little whore you were for him. 
His hands on you, the extra friction from your panties, his words in your ear, it's all too much as you find an orgasm rippling through your body, leaving you twitching as you ride it out on his fingers. 
"Where do you keep your condoms?" 
"I don't." He sighs in your ear, and you can feel him try to move himself so he can go and grab one from his bag or his car or somewhere even further from where you need him.
"Spenced, we're married." You whisper into his ear, nestling back further into his chest. 
"What are you suggesting?" 
"We're married, and it looks like we're staying married. I don't care where your nut goes as long as its inside me or painted over my body." 
He pushes you onto the bed on your back then as he pushed his remaining clothing off, taking yours with it while he's at it. His grabs the base of his cock, and the pre-cum dribbles out. You watch with all the hunger of a wolf seeing a rabbit, desperate to have him inside you one way of another. 
"That's it, slide your cock into my PUSSY, Spencer. Put it right where it belongs." 
Your pleas fall on deaf ears, as he uses the top of his cock to press against your clit, not bothering to enter you just yet. 
"What's wrong with this? Aren't I still getting you off like this? Not risking anything letting my cock sit here, letting myself cream on this beautiful mound." His words and motions on your clit are too much and you cum again the teasing is so good. 
In your bleary daze, he finally pushes into you, and you scream his name at the contact. 
"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. God Spencer, you feel so good, so big for me." Gratitude is the only thing running through your mind, thankful as you are to have him buried deep. 
His thrusts are hard, fast and wet, and you hear them every step of the way as he spits down to the place you connect. You moan desperately, unable to form words by now as he snaps his hips into you violently, taking and taking and taking. 
But soon, it's his turn to give, and he's asking where he should be doing it. 
"Want my cum inside of you? Want it right here?" His hands fall to the bulge in your stomach, to the place where you can feel him pushing into and pulling out of you, the place where you can feel him grazing your walls. 
"Those other types of orgasm, I'm gonna give them all to you. I'm going to clamp your nipples and eat you out so you associate the pain with pleasure. I'm going to put a vibrator on your clit and leave you tied up until you've soaked the sheets. I'm going to pump you do full of cum that it's dripping from every whole on your body. I'm going to fuck you in the office and see how many people find out. Is that how you like it?"
You try to hold it back, to prologue the pleasure, but you csnt and it rips through you, your juices pushing out of you in a shudder, soaking Spencer's cock as he lifts your leg and deepens his angle. 
"How do you feel better than I remembered?" He moans as he begins shooting his load into you, cumming in you with a deep moan, locking his lips against that same spot on your neck. 
Maybe it's the post-nut clarity, maybe it's just the words that accidentally ripped from his mouth, but you're suddenly wide awake, the cloud of lust that had been shading you vanishing in an downpour of rain. 
He pulls out of you with a kiss to your lips and runs to the bathroom to grab you something to wash up with. He returns cheerfully, and begins his work, but you grab his hand and stop him as the realisation hits you. 
"Y/N, I'm almost finished, just let me clean you up." 
"What did you mean? When you said I felt better than you remembered?" 
He stills, trying to search for the right words to say. He obviously doesn't find them, because he evades his eyes and continues cleaning you up, not answering. 
"Spencer, do not fucking ignore me. What did you mean?" 
"I'm sorry." That's all he says, and you feel bile rise in your throat. He kneels between your legs and runs a hand through his hair, discarding the washcloth and putting some distance between the two of you. 
"You're sorry?! Spencer, look at me right now." It takes him a minute, but he finally meets your gaze. 
"Spencer, how long has it been since you remembered everything?" You try to hope, to wish this was all a misunderstanding, that he was going to tell you right after he cleaned you up, but you interrupted him. 
"Y/N, I have an eidetic memory…" The way his voice cracks finally has tears welling in your eyes. "I never forgot. How could I?" 
The wind ripples into the window, and as the temperature drops so does your heart. It falls to the floor and shatters into pieces as you discover his lie. 
"I think you should go. Go home." You say, as a tear finally escapes your eye, your stomach turning with the discovery that he really was too good to be true. 
"Y/N, please-"
"No. I want to be alone, let me… let me think, please." 
"Y/N, really, I think we should-" 
"Get out!" You shout, and that when your body starts heaving in sobs as you pick up anything near that you can find to gather up around yourself. The strength of your outrage, the display of emotions temporarily startles Spencer into supplication, and he gathers his clothes quickly. 
You sob watching him move around the busy space, you sob as he turns around to try to speak again, abandoning each attempt. You sob the hardest when he leaves, and you are alone in your apartment with all the weight of his dishonesty pushed upon you. 
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munsonsbtch · 7 months
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porn star dancing - s.r. (two)
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spencer reid x fem bau reader
your body's lighting up the room, now i want a naughty girl like you…
warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI!!, violence, mentions of a made up bau case, soft dom!spencer, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected penetrative sex, riding, spencer’s pov (let me know if i missed any!)
part one.
based on porn star dancing by my darkest days
divider credit: @firefly-graphics
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I hated this plan, with every inch of my being. It was reckless, and it could get y/n hurt. But I also knew it was our best bet at catching this bastard. So I didn't argue, despite every cell in my body screaming at me to get her out of there. I watched the screen intently, Alvez and Prentiss on either side of me. I could feel my fists clenching the more I watched, the male ripping the soft silk from her skin. Every movement had me on high alert, ready to bust in that room any second.
"She's doing great Reid. I honestly didn't know she had all of that in her."
I rolled my eyes at our unit chief, I knew she could do it. That wasn't my issue, I just didn't want her to. Going undercover always had its risks. Which is why I said what I did earlier, it wasn't meant to hurt her. I was just trying to look out for her, even if it meant she hated me for it. There was a reason I was keeping my distance, so easily lashing out at her. Even though it pained me to be so close to her, yet so far at the same time. When I had gotten out of prison it felt as though she had replaced me with Alvez. They were always together, on the jet… on other cases. It was hard for me to watch. I let jealousy, an emotion I had never really felt before overcome me.
I was still reeling with emotions from my prison time, and these feelings of betrayal only grew once I’d returned. But what hurt the most was that she never visited me or tried to call while I was locked up, I felt completely abandoned. So I ignored her, trying to make her feel what I felt for all those months I was locked away. It was stupid and childish, but I couldn't take it back now. As much as this current situation scared the hell out of me, I was glad everything happened how it did. When she walked out on that stage in basically nothing.... I knew I couldn't do it anymore. She ruined me in the best way possible. I couldn’t let her walk away from me again.
That was part of her plan all along I realized now, the sneaky little minx. I can still feel her soft skin under my fingertips, hear her whimpering just for me. Feeling her grind on my lap and seeing her dance for me was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. Having an eidetic memory could be a blessing and a curse. But knowing I could replay those images of her over and over again… it was definitely a blessing. However, watching her do that to another man... especially considering the kind of man he was, made my blood boil. But knowing she wanted me, made it a little easier. It happened so fast, I barely caught the movement. She was sitting on his lap, facing away from him just as she had done to me earlier. His hands no longer roaming her figure, but pressing a knife to her throat. The fear on her face nearly stopped my heart. I shot up from my seat so quickly I nearly took out my fellow agents in my rush. This needed to end now.
"Reid hold on. Not yet."
Prentiss grabbed my wrist, and I looked at her with such malice she almost let me go. Almost.
"He doesn't know she's an agent, just listen."
I stopped, even though it took everything in me not to bust through that door and rip his head off.
"Shhh, we're just gonna for a ride yeah? No need to be scared sugar. We're just gonna have some fun."
He moves the knife so it’s pressed against her back, ushering her to the door she came through only minutes before. This was how he got them out without any witnesses. That back hallway wasn't nearly as trafficked as the rest of the club. I couldn't hear them over the sound of the music in the rooms, but I couldn't wait any longer. I quietly opened the door of room 4, peaking my head out. They had just passed room 2... and we're getting closer to the emergency exit. I drew my gun from my hip, thankful that the music would drown out our approach. Prentiss and Alvez were hot on my heels, as I kept the gun trained on the piece of shit in front of me. However I couldn't just shoot him, not with her so close. As the emergency door opened and he began pushing her outside, I finally reached them. Grabbing a fistful of the guys jacket and yanking him back towards me. He stumbled back in surprise, removing his grip from her in his stupor.
"Jarek Martin — FBI. You are under arrest for the murders of —"
Before I could finish my sentence he lunges at me, quickly ducking out of the way of his knife with ease. It was almost a second nature to me now. I take his head and slam it into the wall, twisting his hands behind his back with more force than necessary. Blood was running down his face where I had clearly broken his nose, but it didn’t faze me. Grabbing my cuffs out, I locked them onto his wrists as he continued to struggle against my hold. Alvez takes over for me, nodding in her direction before continuing to read him his Miranda rights. I'm quick to turn back around, the sight of her making my heart stutter. Prentiss follows behind Alvez as well, but not before ordering me to get her back to the motel. Leaving the two of us alone in the dimly lit hallway.
I can see she's shaking, clearly feeling exposed and vulnerable after what had just transpired. I immediately rush over to her, shrugging off my FBI jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. She welcomes the coverage, quickly slipping her arms through the too long sleeves and zipping up the front. She looks like an absolute goddess, while the jacket was still too big for her, it also didn’t leave much to the imagination. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, now pressing a kiss to her temple as she buries her face in my chest. I hold her in my arms for a moment, letting her calm down before rushing her away.
"Let's get you out of here, baby."
I don't let her reply before I'm picking her up bridal style, but her small giggle told me she didn't mind in the slightest. She rests her head against my shoulder as I carried her out to one of the waiting SUV's. Setting her in the front seat, clicking her seatbelt in place. I push some hair out of her face, coaxing her to look at me once more.
“Are you okay?”
She nods, a small smile on her lips. I stood planted in place, scanning her face for any trace of fear or anxiety. I knew her too well, knowing her tell tale signs of deception or distress. Y/n would pick at her fingernails when she was upset or nervous. She also wouldn’t make eye contact when she was lying, usually biting the inside of her cheeks. We had all agreed not to profile each other, but that was easier said than done sometimes. Especially in cases like this.
“Take me back to the motel Reid. I promise I’m fine.”
I was satisfied with her answer as she held my gaze, her hands folded neatly in her lap. I closed the passenger door before jogging around and getting in the driver's seat. Clicking my own seatbelt into place, I pull out onto the main road, heading back towards our motel. I rested my hand on her knee, initially it was an innocent gesture. Just to offer her some form of comfort, knowing how much my touch had helped her in the past. After a bad case she was usually curled up against my side on the flight home, clutching my hands tightly in her own. But feeling her thighs clench together I knew my actions weren’t exactly offering her comfort in this moment. I licked my lips, letting my hand drift a little higher up the supple flesh of her thigh.
"S-Spence."
Her whimpering only encouraged me more, until I was cupping her clothed heat with a groan. I could feel how wet she was already, knowing damn well she would leave a mess on the seat at this rate. I couldn’t help the pride from swirling through my chest, knowing a seemingly innocent touch could get her this turned on.
"You’re so wet for me and I've barely touched you love.”
Glancing over at her I could see her cheeks were flushed, chest rising and falling quickly. I moved her panties to the side, slipping my hand inside with a groan. She was so warm, gently rubbing my fingers through her wet folds as I pushed my foot harder on the gas pedal. Once the motel lights came into view, I withdrew my hand from her, slipping my fingers past my lips. A small cry left her own, as I sucked her arousal off my fingers. God she would be the death of me.
"Patience is a virtue pretty girl."
I pull into a spot in front of my room, putting the car into park, my eyes now turning to her. Her chest was heaving, y/e/c eyes staring up at me eagerly. If I didn't get her in that room soon, I would've taken her in the backseat. But I wanted to enjoy all she had to offer without the risk of getting caught. I get out, slamming the door and walking around the side of the car before she barely gets the door open. I pick her up, her legs instantly wrapping around my body to hold herself up.
"Where do you think you're taking me Dr. Reid?"
She giggles, the sound making my heart flutter and her use of my title making my pants grow tighter. God I loved this woman. I carried her over to my room, pausing as I searched for the keys. Unlocking my motel room door, my lips grazing her ear just as she had done to me earlier this evening.
"You've been a naughty girl… need to teach you a lesson for teasing me."
We were now past the threshold and I was slamming her back into the door, locking our lips together just as aggressively as we'd done before. Her fingers found their way back into my hair once more, the tugging making me moan into her mouth. Gripping her hips, I decided she was wearing too many clothes for my liking. I nearly threw her onto the unmade bed, slightly bouncing from the force of it. But she didn't seem to mind, her lustful gaze keeping me going.
"You drive me fucking crazy… was it your plan to get me all riled up so I'd fuck you?"
I slide her heels off her feet slowly, my hands tracing up her thighs until I reach the hem of my jacket. I take the zipper, slowly pulling it down to reveal her to me once more. I licked my lips taking in her figure, finally being able to fully appreciate the lace adorning her skin. She nodded her head in response, a small gasp leaving her as I nearly ripped the jacket off— throwing it somewhere in the room.
"I need you to use your words sweetheart."
I could tell how much she loved the pet names, her eyes lighting up each time I spoke to her. My fingers returned to her thighs, lightly tracing the skin there. Seeing goosebumps break out on her skin made me well aware of how much of an effect I had on her. My hands continue up, tracing the black lace hugging her skin, fitting against her so perfectly. She was so gorgeous, and I didn’t deserve her. But I knew I had to have her.
"Yes, I couldn’t help it. Spencer please— I need you."
Her eyes are fluttering closed, hiding those beautiful irises from me.
"Eyes on me baby."
She reluctantly obeys my wishes, our eyes meeting as I start sliding the lace panties down her legs. Once they are off I toss them aside, her legs closing themselves before I got to see all of her, much to my disdain. I couldn’t help the frown from crossing my features, shaking my head.
"Don't hide from me now angel... let me see you, please."
I didn’t want to sound desperate, but I've wanted this for far too long. Wanted her for far too many years now, my own idiocy getting in the way of expressing how much I needed her. I felt starved for her touch, as I haven't felt it in months. But now knowing that she feels the same... I would do anything she wanted. Even if it meant she walked out of this room. Y/n’s cheeks are flushed, but she nods opening herself up to me again. Her head drops down to the mattress, breaking our eye contact. She's nervous now, so I don't push her.
"If you want me to stop... please tell me. I don't want to do anything that you don't want."
Her hands grab my own that have stopped to rest on her thighs, guiding them up until I'm hovering over her folds again. I can see her arousal glistening in the dim motel lighting, the sight making my mouth water. Her fingers tangle with mine, leaving a hand free to explore her the way I've only pictured for far too long.
"I trust you Spencer."
Her voice was certain, and it was all the confirmation I needed before running two fingers up her slit. She whimpered, hips lifting in response to my light touch. I find her bundle of nerves easily, gently rubbing before impatiently replacing them with my tongue. I couldn't wait to taste her again, she was intoxicating.
"Shit... that feels so good."
Her moans were music to my ears, my eyes flicking up to watch her face. Her eyes were shut, cheeks flushed as she ground her hips down against my mouth. I wanted to commit every moment of this to memory, not that it would be a problem. I slip a finger inside her entrance, the warmth and tightness making me groan against her. While I initially had every intention to not let her come for teasing me earlier, those intentions flew out the window as she begged me for more.
"M-More!”
I chuckle at her demand, which sounded more like a plead. She lifts her head, our eyes meeting as I slip another finger inside her. Pumping them in and out, my tongue ravaging her like a starved animal. In some ways I guess I was, and now that I've had a taste... I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I could feel her clamping down on my fingers, her thighs shaking and tightening around my head. Curling my fingers against that sweet spot inside her she continuously cries out, keeping up my motions until she fell limp beneath me.
"Come here."
She sounded absolutely wrecked already but I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted to her come over and over until her beautiful body was spent. Keeping my fingers buried inside, hovering over her our lips met again. I continued to thrust them inside her slowly, adding a third digit not long after. Her nails dug into the skin of my shoulders, her soft whimpers making my cock throb in my jeans. My thumb found her clit, rubbing circles onto the already sensitive bundle of nerves.
“S-Spence… I-I can’t…”
She broke apart our lips to mumble those words, but we both knew she could take it. Looking down at her I pressed a kiss to her jaw, slowing down my motions but not halting them.
“You want me to stop?”
I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her eyes roll back in her head. I chuckled at her reaction, continuing the motion again.
“God… no, don’t you fucking stop.”
I groaned, her profanity making me quicken my motions. I was so desperate to see her come apart again beneath me. It was the prettiest thing I had ever seen. I was already so addicted to her, keeping my hands off her was going to be a real struggle once we left this room. Y/n was already so close again, I could tell by the resistance my fingers felt thrusting inside her.
“Come on angel, you’re being such a good girl for me. Give me one more.”
My praise was all she needed to push herself over the edge again, her sweet noises filling the motel room. I would do anything to keep hearing them. She grabbed my wrist with a whine, stopping my movements. I gently slide my fingers out, putting them up to my lips and sucking her juices from them. God I wouldn't be tired of that taste. I stood back up at the end of the bed, pulling the remainder of my clothes off before joining her again. Her eyes were hazy, gazing up at me with a look I could only describe as completely admiration.
"I.. don't have a condom love."
The realization came to me then, cursing myself for my unpreparedness. As much as I wanted to be inside her, I wouldn't want to put that risk on her. The thought of her carrying my child was something that warmed my heart, but I don’t think either of us were prepared for that yet. Her next move surprised me, but also turned me on beyond belief. Gaining back some of her confidence from earlier she grabbed my cock, lining it up with her entrance.
"Don’t care. I can't wait anymore Spencer. I need you to fuck me.”
I didn't hesitate to grant her wish, slipping inside of her slowly. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I let her adjust to my size. Fuck she felt amazing. So tight, warm, wet and pulsing around me. It was a miracle I didn’t come then, it had been far too long since I’d been with someone like this. It didn't take long before she was lifting her hips, begging me to move. I gladly obliged, slamming into her with enough force to make her cry out. Those cries of pleasure only spurring me on further. The sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room and I couldn't be bothered to care if any of our other team members had returned to the motel. All that mattered was her, underneath me.
"S-Spence... I-"
I kept my brutal pace, until I heard those 3 little words falling from her lips.
"I love you."
My hips stilled at the confession, her eyes widening in panic as she realized what she had just said.
"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't—"
I cut her off with my lips, kissing her tenderly. I continued my thrusts, now not so rushed. When we parted for air, I smiled down at her.
"I love you too y/n."
She cupped my face in her hands, keeping her gaze on me as I continued to make love to her. y/n only looked away so she could look down to see where our bodies were connecting, my eyes following hers. God it was a delicious sight.
"You like that angel? You like watching me make fuck you?”
She nodded frantically, bringing our lips together again. Y/n pulled away too soon for my liking, as I attempted to chase her lips again. But the look that crossed her features made me still my hips immediately.
“What is it?”
She looked away shyly, fingers gently tracing my collarbones.
“Could I.. um, could I ride you?”
I felt relieved knowing she wanted to continue, but I was more than eager to see her bouncing on my cock. I slipped out of her, sitting and resting my back up against the headboard. She was clearly just as impatient to have me inside her again, climbing in my lap and sinking back down on me with a pretty sigh. I couldn't fully describe how good it felt to be inside her, but the closest description would be heavenly. Or as close to it as I could ever imagine. I realized in my haste to taste her I didn’t remove her bra, now unhooking it and tossing the garment aside with the rest of our clothes. Leaving her fully bare before me.
My large hands grabbed at her breasts, leaning down to take one of her nipples in my mouth. She tosses her head back at the motion, grinding down on me harder. I took my time with sucking and marking each of her breasts, satisfied once they were littered with marks I knew would soon turn purple. Leaning back again I watched as her hips rose and fell on top of me frantically. The new position letting me have a better view of my cock disappearing inside her. But I could tell she was getting tired as she slowed her movements, a small whine escaping her swollen lips. I knew what she needed without asking, gladly thrusting my hips up to meet hers.
The moan of approval I received made me chuckle, my hands gripping her hips tenderly as I helped her ride me. She snuck one of her hands between us, rubbing at her clit feverishly. I could tell she was close by the constant tightening of her walls around me. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer either, the feeling of her walls gripping me was far too good. My hand brushed her hair out of her face, desperate to see her eyes when she came.
“Look at me baby.”
It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but seeing them glaze over as her third orgasm shook her frame nearly made me finish. I went to pull out, so I could finish on her stomach but she stopped me, slamming her hips down onto me harder.
"Don't. you. dare. Spencer Reid."
Her tone was firm, her attempt at being dominant making me chuckle. I didn't dare disobey her though, our hips continuing to meet wildly until I met my end. Multiple curse words falling past my lips as I filled her to the brim. She collapsed on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder as we both tried to calm our erratic breathing. I was nestled deep inside her, her walls still gripping me tightly. As much as I would love to stay buried within her, it was becoming too much. I gently coaxed her hips up, sliding out of her with a sigh.
She seemed exhausted, but content, nuzzling herself further into my shoulder. I pressed a kiss to her forehead before I lifted her body off of my own. She let out the cutest little huff, arms outstretching for me as I laid her back on the mattress.
“Shh, I’ll be right back love.”
I pressed another kiss to her nose, smiling as I retreated from the bed. Slipping my boxers back on I made my way to the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. She looked gorgeous sprawled out on the bedsheets, as I began cleaning up my mess that was leaking onto her thighs. The sight nearly made me hard again, but I quickly moved my eyes back up to her face as I disposed of the washcloth.
"Is it time to talk now?"
She mumbled, grabbing for me again as I slipped us both under the sheets. Y/n easily wrapping herself around me, fingers tracing the skin of my chest. I nodded, sighing contently as she continued her soft touches.
"I guess that’s probably a good idea…”
The woman giggled, the thought seeming somewhat silly now that we had already professed our love for each other. I played with the curls that cascaded down her back, her humming in approval for me to continue my actions.
"Why didn't you visit me? Or call when I was locked up?”
I couldn't help the sadness that laced my tone, her hands gently tipping my chin down to look at her.
"I wanted to Spence, so much... but I wasn't allowed to. They literally banned me from the prison. I don’t know who made the decision, but I know it was from higher up. They wouldn’t let any of us come see you. At least… that's what I was told. I sent you letters every week, did you not get them?"
I scrunched my brows together, shaking my head. Her sigh and sad expression made me hold her tighter, relief flooding through my chest knowing that she didn't just abandon me like I had thought.
"I’ll spare you the terrible details... but it wasn’t good. I ended up in solitary a lot, due to fights. The only people that visited me were Tara and my mom. I just felt so alone. I felt abandoned by you… and the rest of the team. I never got those letters either, which I know would’ve changed things. But I guess I was too hurt and angry to really consider why you never came."
I could see the regret in her eyes, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
"I'm so sorry Spencer. I should've fought harder to see you, you needed me and I wasn’t there. I was a terrible friend. Tara didn't even tell me she got to visit you… And then when you got back you ignored me, I— I thought you hated me."
I shook my head, my own regret filling my chest. I could never hate her. She was my best friend, and she always would be despite my other feelings for her. I still have so much anger from my time in prison, something I still needed to deal with. But she didn’t deserve be on the other end of it.
"I could never hate you y/n... I was just so angry, and I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that. But I can be man enough to admit I was also jealous of your friendship with Luke. I felt like I had been replaced. My actions were completely childish, and I apologize… can you forgive me?"
She nodded without a second thought, kissing me gently. I followed her lips, not letting her pull away from me just yet. I felt her mouth turn up in a smile, and it was my turn to pout as she pulled away.
"I love you Spencer. While I did get closer with Luke while you were gone, it never went past a friendship. I've been in love with you for years pretty boy, there was never anyone that could replace you."
While I may be considered a genius in many regards, my ability to read women was never something I excelled in. It took y/n literally giving me a lap dance to finally make me realize she wanted me in the same way. Her words made my heart race in my chest, my lips reattaching themselves to her jaw and continuing downward.
"Well, let's make up for that lost time then angel."
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golden1u5t · 4 months
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dad!spencer >>>>>>
“Spencer?” You called out for him as you walked into the empty bullpen with your daughter holding your hand, you frowned as you looked around for him. After looking around for a few minutes your eyes landed on the conference room, since the blinds were open you could see the team sitting at the table.
You took a seat at Spencer’s desk until he was done reviewing the case, your daughter sat on your lap playing on her tablet. You set the brown paper bag down on the desk, you had brought lunch and you had planned to sit with him for a bit but someone had other plans.
A few minutes later the team emerged from the conference room. Spencer’s face twisted in confusion as he saw someone in his chair, his hand reaching for his gun but he quickly relaxed once he recognized your signature butterfly barrett and his daughters laugh. You looked up from watching your daughters tablet when you heard quick footsteps getting closer to you.
“Y/N, hi!” He breathed once he reached you. You took your daughters tablet and placed it on the desk and let Spencer take her from your lap, you stood up and quickly pressed a kiss to his lips. Spencer smiled and pressed a kiss to his daughters head. “What are you doing here? I thought you had her photoshoot today.”
“We did, it was earlier this morning. I figured we could come have lunch with you,” You pushed the brown bag towards him. “But, I see you guys have gotten a new case.”
Emily heard your daughters giggles and immediately left her conversation with Rossi for her. She squirmed in Spencer’s arms and reached for Emily, screaming “aunty em” until she took her from Spencer’s arms, taking her away to be with the rest of the team while you and Spencer had some time together before he was gone.
You smiled as you watched the team with her, remembering how quick the team fell in love with her. They were in love with her before she was even born. You stepped closer to him and rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“We still have half an hour before we leave. You guys can stay while we wait, I want to spend some time with her before I leave for however long.” He mumbled, into your hair. He sighed as he looked at her playing with the team. “I hope she knows how much I love her.”
“Of course she does, Spence. She knows that your job keeps you away sometimes but I make sure to tell her all the time how much you love her.” You lean back and cup his face so he could look a you, a small frown on your face. “She knows you love her and she loves you too. We love you.”
Spencer nodded and pressed his lips to yours gently, a small tug on his pants leg forcing him to pull away. He looked down to see his daughter tugging at his pants.
“Daddy, can we eat now?”
“Of course, sweet girl.”
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rynwritesreid · 3 months
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MunchSpencer, stressed bau reader 😉 do ur thing
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A/N: I will absolutely do my thing for you iluvreid. Did I base this of that video of MGG eating that pie? Yes. Do I think about that video daily? Yes. Also to answer somebody else’s questions, I am planning on writing Luke fics in the future, and I do take Rossi requests (I take all requests that are to do with CM). I am also working through everyone’s else’s request, I’m waiting for some inspiration on the song ones :) As always jag älskar dig 🫶🏼
Content: Smut and Fluff. Fem! Reader. Overstimulation. Oral (F! receiving). Vaginal fingering. Slight dom/sub undertones. Mentions of doing this at work in the future. Munch! Spencer. Pet names (princess). A little argument to start of with, but it’s resolved quickly.
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Spencer had noticed how you were acting at work; he knew all the signs of you being stressed out. He tried his hardest to de-stress you at work, he had brought you all of your favourite snacks, he made sure you had plenty of water and coffee, but none of this seemed to be working.
 
Once you were both at home, he tried to ask you what was wrong, but you just shrugged him off, asking him to just leave you alone for a minute. “I’m not going to leave you alone; I know something is wrong. Just tell me.” His voice was strained, he was becoming frustrated, not with you, but because he didn’t know what to do.
 
“Spencer, back off. Nothing is wrong, I’ve told you. I’m just tired.” You bite back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful, but you just wanted some piece of quiet.
 
“Something is wrong, why aren’t you telling me? Let me help you out here.” Spencer's voice softened as he watched the frustration etched on your face. He understood that his insistence might have been adding to your stress, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain. With a sigh, he took a step closer and gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.
 
"I'm sorry if I'm coming across as pushy. I just hate seeing you like this, and I want to be there for you," he whispered against your hair, his fingers slowly rubbing soothing circles on your back. Spencer knew what would help him out if he was stressed, and he knew it would also work on you.
 
See, Spencer’s favourite place was to be in-between your legs. If he could, he would spend every hour, of every day there, exploring every inch of your body, losing himself in the pleasure he found there. He cherished the way you moaned his name, the way your legs would tremble as he brought you to the edge of ecstasy.
 
His hands continued their caress, moving lower down your back until they reached the curve of your hips. He could feel the tension in your body slowly melting away as his touch seeped into your pores, bringing warmth and comfort. The rhythm of his movements matched the beating of your heart, steady and reassuring.
 
"I know you're tired, but maybe... just maybe, I can help you relax," Spencer murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of gentleness and desire. He guided you towards the bedroom, with every intention of not letting you leave until you were totally relaxed.
 
As he undressed you with utmost care, his fingertips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Spencer's touch was like a delicate dance. His lips followed suit, pressing soft kisses along the path his hands had taken.
 
You found yourself surrendering to his ministrations, allowing the weight of the world to be lifted from your shoulders as pleasure consumed you. The stress that had plagued you all day melted away under the skilled touch of your lover.
 
The bed welcomed you both, its soft sheets cradling your bodies as Spencer continued his exploration. He knew every inch of you, every secret spot that drove you wild with desire. His mouth found its way to your neck, peppering it with butterfly kisses before trailing down to your collarbone.
 
A sigh escaped your lips, mingling with a gasp of pleasure as Spencer's tongue danced across your skin. The knots in your muscles unravelled as his hands glided over your body, burning away any remnants of stress. Your breath hitched as his lips descended further, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your chest, pausing to pay special attention to your sensitive breasts.
 
Spencer's touch was both tender and insistent, his fingers tracing patterns of desire across your skin. He knew exactly how to coax pleasure from your body, each stroke and caress tailored to elicit the most exquisite sensations. With every passing moment, the weight on your shoulders lifted, replaced by a growing sense of bliss that radiated from deep within.
 
Lust and love intertwined as Spencer's mouth found its way to the apex of your thighs. His tongue teased and taunted, sending electric currents of pleasure through your veins. Waves of heat cascaded through you, building with each flicker and swirl until they crashed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.
 
Your moans filled the room, mingling with Spencer's own growls of desire as he revelled pleasure. His movements became more urgent, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing louder cries of satisfaction from your lips. You clutched onto his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as you rode the waves of pleasure that consumed you.
 
Spencer’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devoured you with an intensity that left you gasping for breath. Your hips were instinctively rocking against his skilled mouth, grinding against his face in search of more.
 
Spencer's touch was relentless, his tongue and lips working tirelessly to ensure your pleasure knew no bounds. The sensation of his mouth on you, the wet heat, and the flicks of his tongue, sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. Your walls clenched around nothing as your body convulsed in bliss.
 
But Spencer didn’t plan on stopping now, he was never satisfied if he only made you cum once. And now, more than ever, he was going to continue, he knew you needed it, and he knew he wanted it.
 
Soon enough, his fingers joined his mouth slipping inside you with a precision that left you trembling. You hadn’t been able to come down from your first orgasm, and now you were soaring even higher. The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers brought you to the brink of another climax within moments. Every stroke, every flick, and every curl of his fingers sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
You lost all sense of time and space, consumed by the pleasure that coursed through every fibber of your being. Your mind became a haze of pure desire as Spencer continued to bring you to new heights with every stroke, every flick of his tongue.
 
Spencer's movements became more insistent, his fingers moving with an urgency that matched the burning need in your core. Each stroke sent shockwaves through you, intensifying the pleasure that consumed you. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you teetered on the edge of yet another mind-shattering orgasm.
 
He paused, giving you a slight break. “Are you feeling better now, princess?”
 
You lay there, panting heavily, your body still trembling from the intense pleasure that Spencer had just bestowed upon you. Your mind was hazy, your senses heightened, and a sense of tranquillity washed over you. The stress that had weighed you down seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.
 
You turned to look at Spencer, his face glowing with adoration as he admired the aftermath of his ministrations. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded, the words caught momentarily in your throat.
 
"Yes," you finally managed to rasp out, your voice laced with awe and gratitude. "I feel... incredible."
 
Spencer's eyes sparkled with delight as he took in your response. He gently caressed your cheek, his touch feather-light against your flushed skin.
 
"Good," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "That's all I wanted."
 
“I think I should get stressed more often.”
 
Spencer chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lazily along your side. "If getting stressed means, I get to relieve your tension like this, then I might have to start causing trouble on purpose."
 
You playfully swatted his chest, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, so you're admitting that you enjoy being the cause of my stress?"
 
His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down to capture yours in a lingering kiss.
 
“No, I’m admitting that I love hearing your moans, and it took all my might not to do this at work, but I can’t let the rest of the team hear how you moan for me. Those noises are for my ears only.”
 
Your heart raced at his words, a delicious mixture of desire and anticipation coursing through your veins. You had always known that Spencer had a playful side, but this level of raw intimacy was something new and exhilarating.
 
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer, your lips mere inches from his as you whispered, "Well then, Agent Reid, I guess we'll have to find somewhere at work no one would be able to hear us”.
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