yourhighness5

[yourhighness5]

Hey, didnt writte in a loooong time cause ive been focusing in my book, but last weeks ive been obsessed with Joel miller and i really need to writte some smuts.

[yourhighness5]

I think I need someone older.

Spencer Reid × Younger Co-worker

You were relatively new to the BAU, but you’d instantly taken a liken to Dr Spencer Reid.

The only problem was that he was 6 years older than you.

“Sami, for the last time, I’m too old for you. There’s plenty people that are your age.”

Reid’s voice was sharp as he stared down at you, his arms crossed

"I dont want planty of people, i want YOU"

You looked at him from below, observing him and begging him with your puppy eyes, while you blinked several times.

Dr Reid groaned slightly, rolling his eyes.

“Seriously? You’re not going to win me over with those puppy dog eyes.”

Spencer was stubborn. But he was a man, and god did those eyes do things to him.

"Please, doctor..."

You twisted a strand of your hair around your finger, playing with it.

He was about to rebut you, when you started playing with the strand of your hair.

And damn, it was cute.

Spencer groaned again, rubbing his temple with his hand. “You’re a pain, you know that?”

"You don't mean that" You smiled

“I do. You’re a pain.”

Spencer tried to keep up his gruff exterior, but seeing your smile made it difficult. He was starting to soften against you.

"No you don't" You leaned on the desk, lifting yourself up a little, obviously the low-cut top you were wearing became more noticeable, but your face was angelic, innocent.

His gaze flicked down, looking at the low-cut top you were wearing, then back up to your face.

“Damn it” he mumbled under his breath. God, you were wearing him down.

"You know you want me"

His tongue ran over his bottom lip involuntarily as he looked at you. Yes, he did know he wanted you. But damn, you were 6 years younger than him.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” he grumbled.

"only for you"

Spencer groaned again, looking straight into your eyes. You had him by the balls.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, you know that?” he grunted before wrapping one of his large hands around the nape of your neck, pulling you in close to him.

You let out a soft moan, almost inaudible, when one of his large hands wrapped around your neck.

It was all too much. Your small moans, mixed in with the scent of your perfume and the innocent look on your face, Spencer just snapped. He needed you. Now.

He pulled you close, and before you knew it, his lips were crashing down on yours.

A rebellious smile escaped between your lips, u had gotten what u wanted, u got up from your chair to sit on his lap, balancing on him.*

When you climbed into his lap, his hands went straight to your hips, grabbing them possessively. He broke the kiss so that he could look at you, a low growl escaping him.

“God, you’re so irritating.” he said, his eyes roving over your body.

"Yeah, whatever you say"

One of his hands left your hip to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Watch the attitude, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

"Oh yes sir"

The nickname, the low and commanding voice, how he grabbed ur chin, u think u were dripping under ur skirt.*

He smirked as he noticed the change in your demeanor. You were going to go from being a brat to being a good girl for him.

“That’s more like it. Seems you can be taught.”

His hand moved from grasping your chin to gently wrapping around your throat.

You let out a moan when his hand wrapped around your neck, u rocked on top of him, craving the contact.

As you rocked on top of him, he groaned, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. He leaned in to speak into your ear, his voice gruff.

“You know that if you were mine, I wouldn’t be so gentle with you?”

"I wanna be yours, please"

Spencer growled as he heard your words.

“If I take you, sweetheart, you’ll have to do exactly what I say when I say it. Got that?” his hand on your hip squeezing your side.

"Yes yes, whatever you say"

“Good girl.”

His hand on your hip slid to your thigh, gripping it tightly.

“You wanna be mine?” he asked, moving his lips over the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping at it slightly.

The nickname made u moan again, whimpers coming out of ur juicy, plump lips, as u pressed against his hand.* "Yes, oh fuck, please!"

“Damn it. You’re so needy, aren’t you?” he bit down on your neck, just hard enough to leave a mark.

“If you’re mine, you’re not wearing these little skirts anymore, understood?”

His grip on your thigh was almost bruising, his hand squeezing your soft flesh.

U let out a moan of contradiction, a tantrum was noticeable on the features of ur face, u loved those miniskirts but u loved him more.*

He pulled away from your neck, watching the pout on your face.

“Oh, you’re upset, are you?” he asked with a smirk.

His hand left your thigh and moved to the bottom of the skirt, grabbing it in his fist.

“Are these little skirts more important than me?” he asked, a gruff quality in his voice.

"No, im sorry" U tried to get the pout out of ur face, but u was a damn spoiled girl, u werent used to not having what u wanted.

His smirk grew as you pouted. You were just too cute when you pouted at him.

“You can pout all you want, sweetheart, but you don’t get to pick what you wear from now on.”

He looked down at your skirt, his hand still gripping the material.

“And you’re never wearing a skirt this short unless you’re at home with me.”

"It's not fair!" Ur juicy, plump lips pursed, throwing a tantrum, but ur eyes lit up when u heard that u were allowed to wear them if u were with him at home.*

He chuckled at your pouty face.

“You really do throw a tantrum like a child, you know that?” he said before grabbing your chin firmly again, making you look at him.

“I’m gonna have to train you to behave, aren’t I?”

"I don't refuse"

He smirked as you readily agreed to being trained to behave.

“Yeah, but you’re not going to like it. You’ll get what you want in the end, but you’ll have to be a good little girl for me and do what I say.”

He suddenly let go of your chin, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.

"Ah!"

When he grabbed ur hips and pulled me flush against him he made u moan.

"I don't know if I'm going to like it but I'm definitely enjoying this"

He chuckled at your moan.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” he said, one hand grabbing your hip, the other grabbing the nape of your neck, holding you close to him.

He could smell your scent, it was intoxicating.

"Definetly" U said, strands of ur hair stuck to my forehead, ur mouth half open, ur nails digging into your shoulders, a wet spot on his pants from probably the multiple times u had come from just rubbing against his bulge.*

Everything was perfect, until Emily called him, it was probably a work call, so that we could all attend the room and work on a new case.*

You definitely wanted to see how he was going to act with you in front of our mates after everything that had happened.

As Emily’s call came through, Spencer gave you a wink.

“To be continued,” he said, before answering.

He stood up from his seat, moving out the room to talk to Emily. All while you waited to see how he’d treat you in front of the team after all the flirting, the confessions and the touches.

A little later, you both entered the living room, where Derek, Aaron, Emily and Garcia were waiting for you both.

Spencer noticed their eyes on you as you both walked in. The team quickly took notice of your demeanor and of the mark on your neck.

Spencer smirked and walked over to the table with the files, grabbing one. The team’s eyes all flicked to him, their eyes asking him to explain what they’d just seen.

“The case in Buffalo,” he began, “it’s bad.”