Oh Brother
Request(s): akhekfjakdjss okay this is weirdly specific but i had a dream about it, reader is a self defense teacher and owns a studio and also one of the guy team members little sister and Reid and reader have been fucking for like 3 months (include smut plz) and run into each other at the office and just stare at eachother for a couple of seconds while her brother is saying a bunch of really protective things about how she’s off limits plz plz
A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Second highest voted for (and prayed for fic) in the 12 days of Ficmas poll! Love the concept, so I’m glad it made it onto the list! Hope you enjoy it and happy reading!
Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader
Category: Smut
Content warning: Swearing, clitoral overstimulation, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, finger sucking, male ejaculation on female, female orgasm
Word count: 3.5k
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You were rudely awakened by someone shaking you. You groaned as you knew who it was and why they were waking you up. You reluctantly opened your eyes to see Spencer with a halo of bright, yellow rays surrounding him. Anyone would have thought the sight of seeing such a beautiful man with a halo of sun around him would be out of a dream. However, you knew it meant you had to get up for work.
“Come on, tough girl. Time to get up,” he said.
“Ugh, waking up is so annoying,” you groaned.
He chuckled. “Well, waking up early kinda happens when you own your own self-defense studio.”
You rolled your eyes as he walked away from you and when you were certain he wasn’t looking, you closed your eyes again. You imagined if you hadn’t had sex with him last night after you two went on a date of many you two had been going on for the past three months that you wouldn’t even have woken up to his annoying shaking. You wouldn’t change a thing though.
You were glad Derek brought Spencer along that one fateful Saturday morning self-defense class he was guest-starring alongside you for. He even made Spencer participate through the whole class. He was so out of breath by the end, he barely had the breath to thank you and how nice it was meeting you. You gave him your card and told him once he regained his strength to speak, he could contact you to let you know about his experience. You know, for customer service reasons.
You never thought he would call because rarely did people call back with verbal feedback. They usually did the online survey. When you saw an unfamiliar number pop up on your office phone, you had a feeling within yourself that you were going to hear someone familiar.
“Hello, Y/N Morgan speaking, owner and instructor of Angel’s Self Defense Studio. How may I help you?” You asked.
“Y/N? Hi, it’s Spencer Reid. I work with Derek and he brought me into your class on Saturday,” Spencer said.
You were surprised he called. You weren’t expecting him to and didn’t want him to feel obligated to. However, something about the way he spoke was intriguing to you. Derek always brought him up during family get-togethers. It was hard not to find him even more intriguing actually hearing him speak. Bonus that he wasn’t wheezing this time.
“Oh, hi. I’m glad to hear that you’ve caught your breath again,” you joked.
He chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t even get to properly thank you for your lesson. I think you might have worked everyone harder than Derek did.”
“Derek’s too much of a cupcake to work anyone overboard. I, however, have no mercy. Hope it wasn’t all bad,” you said.
“No, no, not at all. It was great. You were great,” he said.
You went silent. He thought you were great? You had barely even interacted with him on Saturday but it seemed as if you had made an impact on him.
You were about to reply to him until you heard him clear his voice. You could hear the slight mumbling of him trying to form a sentence after the long pause you didn’t intend on making so long. You had just zoned out on his words.
“Sorry if I said that weird. I mean I really enjoyed your class and you’re a great instructor. Sometimes whenever Derek’s explaining something, it isn’t always clear, but when you do it, it’s awesome and I-”
“Thanks a ton, sweet talker. Derek never told me you had such a way with words,” you said.
“Oh? He still talks about me to your family?” He asked.
“Of course. How could he resist telling us about someone so interesting?” You asked.
You could basically hear him blushing from the other end of the line. He cleared his throat again before he spoke. You smirked as you waited to hear his response.
“Um, well, if you find me interesting, I hope this means you’re okay if we grab something to eat one day. I just feel bad for maybe coming off rude and sweaty after the lesson was over. You like eating right?” He rambled.
You chuckled. “Aren’t you a genius? Shouldn’t you know without food, I couldn’t function long enough to do my job?”
“You’re right, that was a stupid question. What I really meant to ask was do you have a preference for what you want to eat?” He asked.
“Surprise me,” you said.
“What if you don’t like what I choose?” He asked.
“Then I’ll fight you,” you joked.
He chuckled. “I should have guessed that too.”
You shot your eyes open once you felt the weight of clothes hitting your body. You groaned as you looked over at Spencer who had a smirk on his face. You then sat up and took the blanket off of you along with the clothes he threw at you. You sat at the edge of the bed and watched him as he buttoned the last few buttons on his dress shirt.
You picked up your sports bra from off the bed and tossed it full strength at him. It hit him on his chest before falling to the floor. He looked at you with his hand on his chest.
“Ouch,” he said.
You softly giggled. “Two can play the “toss the clothes game.” One of these days I’m going to tell Derek how rough you are with me and then you’ll know what a true “ouch” feels like.”
He chuckled. “I think it’s quite the opposite. I think you’ve been rough with me more than you like to admit.”
“Not last night though. For someone who could barely steady their breath after their first class at my studio, it’s a surprise how good your stamina actually is,” you said.
He smirked as he made his way up to you. You could see in his eyes he was up to no good but you couldn’t help wanting to get up to no good as well. As he stopped in front of you, you stared up at him with the biggest smile on your face.
He leaned in and embraced you with a feverish kiss on your lips before trailing them across your cheek, then to your ear. You watched as he pulled down your tank top to expose your breasts. He stuck his fingers in your mouth and you seductively sucked on them as you moaned around them.
He kissed you repeatedly on your neck as he used his wet fingers to stimulate you with some nipple play. You moaned as he flicked and pinched your nipple to get you riled up. You could already feel yourself getting wet and he hadn’t even gotten into his groove again.
“Guess we’re both going to be late today,” he whispered in your ear.
He then moved his lips away from your neck and moved in for the nipple overstimulation kill. He placed his mouth on your right breast. Your moans grew louder as he sucked on it with no mercy as his other hand stayed busy on your left breast, fondling your nipple.
“I’d be late for work any day for you,” you moaned.
You guessed he liked your answer since you felt him suck more vigorously on your breast. His left hand moved away from your breast and you immediately knew where it was travelling to. You didn’t even bother to wait for him to do it for you.
Your hands raced to your shorts and rushed to pull them down along with your underwear. You didn’t want to be super late considering you had to open the studio, so it was best to save the usual 20 minutes of foreplay for another time. Besides, you desperately wanted to feel his dick inside of you again regardless of just having him blow your back out multiple times last night.
He chuckled as he took his mouth off of your breast. He looked at you deep in your eyes as he helped you take off your shorts and underwear and tossed them somewhere on the floor. The way he looked at you made you know he wanted to make you scream his name all over again.
“Are you ready?” He asked as he kissed your neck.
“Am I ever not ready for you?” You asked.
You could feel his soft chuckles run down your neck as the sweet sound of him undoing his pants buckle chimed in your ear. He then looked at you, slightly leaning in enough to just brush against your lips with his. He propped your legs up and you rested your calves on his shoulders.
“You tell me,” he whispered.
Then you felt him ease himself into you which left you with your mouth gaped open. You couldn’t remember a time before Spencer that you ever felt so filled. He made it dangerously hard to resist screaming his name every time you two had sex.
“Fuck,” you moaned.
He increased his pace with the sound of your moans. He didn’t lean away from your face either. He gripped onto your thigh and kept his eyes on the prize: to make you scream. He leaned in and gave you a sloppy, lust-filled kiss before leaning away to look at you with a smirk.
“Touch yourself for me,” he said.
You didn’t hesitate to do what he asked. You placed your hand on your clit and started to circle it as you didn’t break eye contact with him. He loved every second of you looking at him as if he was your whole world.
“Like this, babe?” You moaned.
He quickly looked down and a wide smile appeared on his face as he looked back up at you. He nodded, impressed by the way you were fondling yourself. You bit your bottom lip at how proud he looked at you. You were starting to believe you had some sort of praise kink when it came to him.
“Just like that,” he said.
You stopped fondling your clit to make him taste how good you tasted in his mouth. You placed your fingers up to his mouth and he gladly opened it for you to stick your wet fingers in. He sucked off all your juices, groaning in pleasure around your fingers as he did.
As soon as you took out your fingers, he leaned in and kissed you with fire in his mouth. He thrusted in you to match the same heat he had going on in his mouth. You could barely keep your balance with how much of a strong tingle he was sending down your spine from going so deep into you.
“Fuck, Spencer. I need you,” you shrieked.
“Need me where?” He asked.
“All over me,” you shrieked.
He kissed you one last time before pulling out of you and gently pushing you down onto the bed. You closed your eyes as you went back to touching yourself with one hand on your breast and the other rubbing your clit as you waited.
“Rub your clit faster,” he demanded.
Usually, you didn’t do well with so many instructions from a man in bed. He was the only exception. You’d be submissive at the drop of a dime for him. So, you sped up. You knew exactly what he was trying to do by asking you to rub your clit faster. He knew you so well that he knew you could cum with clitoral stimulation overload.
“Fuck, fuck,” you gasped.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he moaned.
From the sound of his voice, you could tell he was jerking himself off to you stimulating your clit. He was such an observer. You never knew you could be turned on so much by that until you met him.
You arched your back as you felt your orgasm run through your body. You let out a long, lustful moan that did him in. You felt his warm cum land all over your torso as he let out a satisfied moan.
You opened up your eyes and smiled at him before looking down at the mess he made on you. He grabbed your face and gently brought you close to him for a kiss. As he leaned away from you, he looked down at your torso and then back up at you with a goofy smile on.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…you know…”
“Cum that much? It’s okay. Better on me than in me. I think we should ease Derek into the idea of us dating before we pop up with niece or nephew for him,” you joked.
“I think he’d actually kill me,” he said.
“Oh, babe, don’t even worry about that. I’d never let him beat up my beautiful baby daddy,” you giggled.
He kissed you again. “I’ll take your word.”
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You paced back and forth, waiting for Derek to be done with work. You two had planned on going back to Chicago for the weekend. You waited extremely impatiently downstairs of the Quantico Headquarters waiting for him to come down, so you two could catch your flight on time.
You were excited to go home and see your mom and sisters, but you had to admit you’d miss seeing Spencer for the weekend. Two weeks had passed since you’d seen him last because of your conflicting schedules and being busybodies due to work. You texted him yesterday to let him know you’d be gone for the weekend with Derek. He didn’t respond which made you a bit worried. Was he actually not all that interested in you after all? Or was he just that bad at using technology as Derek had informed you many times before?
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and nearly ripped your jeans trying to get it. You were so eager to see any acknowledgment from Spencer, it was borderline crazy. However, it was a text from Derek telling you he was going to be downstairs in five minutes. You didn’t know if you were more frustrated because Spencer still hadn’t texted you back or Derek was taking an extra five minutes to meet you even though you’ve been waiting for 20.
“Y/N.”
You turned around to look at the elevator to see Spencer walking out. You crossed your arms and gave him a lethal stare. It was hard glaring at him when he was looking at you with such remorse in his eyes. You loosened up your arms, letting them flop to your side to show him you were open to talking.
“Funny running into you. Now you can’t avoid messaging me back,” you said.
“I wasn’t avoiding messaging you back. I just wanted to say I’ll miss you but I wanted to do it in person. That’s why I distracted Morgan for an extra few minutes, so I could see you before you leave for the weekend,” he explained.
“If that wasn’t so genuinely romantic, I would call it a lie. How did you postpone Derek’s arrival?” You asked.
“I told him he was missing a case file when we were counting, but I actually hid it in his desk drawer. He never cleans it, so he has some digging to do,” he explained.
“Well, since we don’t have long before he comes down, I just want to say I’ll miss you too. It’s going to be weird not having you come by the studio and pick me up to go on a date,” you said.
“You’re only gone for the weekend, not forever,” he said.
“I know. I guess I’m just used to being around you. You’re kinda addicting,” you said.
He smirked. “I promise to take you on a date of a lifetime when you get back.”
“And come back to my self-defense studio for a follow-up lesson?” You asked.
He shrugged. “Just maybe. Depends on how much I miss you.”
You giggled as you gently shoved his shoulder. He chuckled as he gently grabbed your hand that had lingered on his chest a second too long. The way he held your hand told you he already missed you before you even got on the plane.
“Don’t kid yourself. You’ll miss me the entire weekend,” you said.
“Y/N.”
You immediately retracted your hand away from Spencer’s when you heard Derek call out your name. You and Spencer both looked toward the elevator to see him walking up to you two. You took a deep breath to keep your cool, so it wouldn’t be obvious you were just smiling brightly not too long ago.
He darted his eyes from you to Spencer and again. You wondered if he would notice how pink Spencer’s cheeks were and think if he was blushing because of someone. Specifically, you. You knew he couldn’t help being a profiler sometimes.
“Pretty boy, trying to get a free lesson out of my little sis?” He asked.
“Free lesson? What do you mean by free lesson? What free lesson?” Spencer asked.
Derek raised a mildly suspicious eyebrow. You softly sighed to yourself. Could Spencer be any more nervous? Derek looked at you as he pointed his thumb towards Spencer.
“He usually has the best memory. Did you forget we went to Y/N’s self-defense studio? I know you weren’t tossed around that hard,” he joked as he nudged him.
“Oh yes, of course. How could I forget Y/N is a self-defense expert?” Spencer nervously replied.
“You know that one move she did? With the elbow jab? I taught her that. I told her if any man steps to you the wrong way, jab him in his rib,” Derek explained.
You could see Spencer’s eyes widen in terror. He darted his eyes toward you and you quickly looked over at him before looking back at Derek. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
“You’re such a liar. I learned that on my own,” you said.
Derek viciously shook his head as he went to stand next to you. He wrapped his arm around you to bring you in closer to him. You sighed as you knew he was going to spew some big brother bullshit of teaching his little sister everything you know now.
“I’ve told every one of her boyfriends that they better treat her right or boom, they get the elbow,” he said as he popped out his elbow.
You and Spencer exchanged eye contact. He had started the rant of a big brother who had suspicions about the man standing in front of them. From the looks you gave each other, you two were wondering what he knew.
“Derek, is this speech necessary right now? We have a flight to catch and I’m sure Spencer’s ready to start his weekend,” you said.
“I’m just saying, if pretty boy wanted to become your lover boy, he has the cruel reality to face of you being off-limits,” he said.
You and Spencer once again looked at each other knowing all too well what the other felt, smelt, and tasted like. Derek then fist-bumped Spencer’s chest as he flashed him a grin. Spencer looked at him with fearful yet curious eyes, trying to understand what his whole speech was leading to.
“Don’t worry though, Reid. You’ll find your person one day. Just not my sister or any of my sisters. You’d have to get a jab in your rib if you end up with one of them,” he said.
“Ugh, Derek, I know you love Spencer and everything, but do you really have to keep him for yourself?” You joked.
“I do love my pretty boy, but I think he’d be better off with a pretty girl instead of me,” he said.
You looked at Derek with a questionable look. “Saying I’m not pretty enough for him?”
Spencer widened his eyes as he waited for Derek to reply. Derek looked at you, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes and took his arm off around you.
“Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m telling mom on you. Let’s go, we’re going to be late,” you said with just enough fake irritation in your voice to make him sweat.
Derek sighed as he held out his fist to Spencer. Spencer reached out and grabbed his fist in response. You smiled at how adorably dorky he could be and how you would miss that the entire weekend.
“See you next week, pretty boy,” he said.
“See you,” Spencer said.
As Derek turned around, you blew Spencer a quick kiss. He smiled as he mouthed ‘I’ll miss you’ to you. You whispered it back to him before you waved.
“See you around, Spencer,” you said.
“See you, Y/N,” he said.
You swiftly turned around to walk away with Derek. Once you two reached outside, you couldn’t help notice him holding back a mischievous smirk. He didn’t leave you waiting long to figure out why he was stifling it.
“I’m telling mom you have a boyfriend,” he teased.
“What boyfriend? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.
“Mhm, sure. Just let pretty boy know my jab is serious,” he said.
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