Hey you guys! I’ve been working on getting over a creative block so I haven’t been posting but I wanted to say that you should expect some more this week as I am not so busy! Love you guys! 💗💗💗💗
I love 2005. Like everything about it, including the trashy club music of the time. So whenever I read a CM fic set in the early seasons and they are at ladies night or at the club, I can’t help but imagine Morgan fist pumping and grinding to like Usher. Or Spencer sitting awkwardly at a table listening to ‘Hotel Room Service’ by pitbull and being like “this song is kind of degrading,” while Garcia is like “Yeah! But who cares, it’s so good!” Here are my music head cannons of early season music playlists.
Elle Greenaway is a bad bad bitch who supports other bad bitches. She listens to Megan the Stallion now, but in the 2000s she was all about the bad bitches of that time. I’m talking Shakira, I’m talking TLC, I’m talking Missy Elliot. 2005 was the year hips don’t lie came out and your know Elle woulda bumped that shit. Also paramour because Hailey Williams is a bad bitch and Misery business is a bop.
JJ wouldn’t be too much into club bangers, proffering Nelly Furtato’s softer songs, but you know in 2006 when she came out with Maneater, miss Jennifer Jareau had the time of her life on the dance floor. I’m thinking she would like more of the soft female singer song writer type stuff and verging into the later 2000s probably some Bon Iver, Christina Perri stuff. And she definitely had the Twilight soundtrack in her car.
Miss Penelope Garcia was a Ke$ha super fan. She would know all the words, she would remember every music video, maybe even have some merch. Garcia is not trashy but there is an undeniable charm to Ke$has style that she loves. She would also probably listen to some of the songs that Morgan showed her, like some of the more popular Flo-Rida, Nelly, and Akon songs. Also, definitely Lady Gaga later into the decade and Born this way would be a spiritual awakening for her in 2011.
We all know Morgan is smooth with the ladies but I can’t help but think he would really take a few dancing tips from Jersey Shore. He would fist pump and when he was super drunk you could convince him to like beatbox or breakdance or some shit because he’s kinda nerdy but also weirdly pulls it off. He would fucking love Akon, lil John, early Kanye, Rick Ross, Waka Flaka, and of course the king of 2000s r&b and rap, Lil Wayne. That was all in the club of course but there was a secret cd in his glovebox of Avril Lavigne because “that little white girl really feels it.” And on bad day he’ll roll down the windows on the highway and plays ‘Complicated’ on repeat.
I’ve talked about Spencer before but I love it. He likes all music but the idea that he only listens to classical is so off. He wears converse, sweater vests, and is a Comicon nerd. Those are the foundations for early 2005 emo. Most people think of emo as swoopy hair and black clothes but that is more 2008-2013 emo. Early emo was just nerdy people having fun making music together. They tended to be misfits because they were geeky rather than edgy. I think he would listen to some more obscure artists like boa or American Football but his favorite album is ‘From Under the Cork Tree’ by Fall Out Boy and he loves their music. I recommend every Spencer fan listen to that album in full. It’s so fucking good. And while I fucking hate weezer, like most 2000s nerdy virgin guys, he probably had a Weezer faze, sorry ladies.
I don’t know if anyone else had hipster dads in the 2000s but Aaron Hotchner is totally an early hipster. He would love OK Go, Belle & Sebastian, Animal Collective, Regina Spektor and Deathcab for Cutie. He also definitely liked Gorillaz and Vampire Weekend before it was cool. He would also love nostalgic music like bauhaus and The Smiths and stuff he listened to when he was younger. I can imagine him showing Spencer songs that he thinks he would like and even if Spencer had heard it before, he would smile and pretend like he hadn’t because he knew that Hotch loved to feel like he had a very unique playlist.
Me whenever I write anything remotely fluffy: writes one sentence, blushes, asks a higher power when I’ll find love, has a cute little crisis, rinse and repeat
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Hey guys! Again sorry for the wait! Both my computer and my work schedule have been ass and every time I thought I was going to have free time, I absolutely did not. I was really looking forward to writing this chapter after all the appreciation I got from the last chapter and I am so excited to enduldge you with this 7,356 word chapter. I am also working on a fluffier oneshot that should come out in the next couple days which I am so excited to write! I hope you guys really like this chapter! Love you guys and thank you for 120 Followers!
Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader
Chapter Plot: After the previous nights' escapades, you and Spencer decide to talk about boundaries as your team questions your budding relationship
Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on
Chapter TW: smut, mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slapping, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Handjob, fingering, pleading, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare, language, non-intentional self-harm (hard to explain), PDA, degradation, smut smut smut.
Word Count: 7,356
Spencer loved to match everything but his socks. You found that out the morning after your late-night escapades. You weren't sure if your alarm hadn't gone off or if you two had just slept through it but you two were running late and the plane was leaving in 40 minutes with a 30-minute drive to the airport. The actual thing that had woken you up was Morgan banging on the door, notifying you that he had dropped off Spencers go-bag.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he shouted as he bumped his elbow on the table, hurriedly trying to get his socks on. You peeked around the door frame of the bathroom, checking on him to make sure he was ok as you shoved your toiletries into your bag. You watched, curiously as he stopped what he was doing and purposefully banged his other elbow on the same table. You made a mental note to ask him about it later, but right now, you had to go.
Along the way, you had noticed small habits that Spencer had to keep himself "matching." Once you saw it once, you couldn't help noticing it. How he brushed his teeth the same number of times on each side of his mouth. How he had to eat at least two peanuts at a time so that he could match the chewing on either side of his mouth. These were all harmless, but you worried when he bumped his right temple on the window of the cab as it went over a pothole, and you watched as he proceeded to turn his head and bump the other side. Most of the morning had been held in comfortable silence as you reveled in the afterglow of the previous night. So when you silently reached up to his head and brought it down to your shoulder, Spencer didn't mind. You made sure to gently rub his temple to apply even pressure to make sure his sides matched, a caring gesture that did not go unnoticed.
Luckily you two had made it to the jet on time, only catching a couple of questioning glances from Morgan and Elle as you rushed on, red-faced. You hurriedly sat next to each other as the plane took off, Spencer shoving both of your go-bags in the upper compartment as you held his book. He had brought Graziella, and had already read it 4 times; you, unfortunately, had brought nothing as it was your first trial case. He sat down, and you handed him his book, his fingers tentatively brushed yours in a silent question. Neither of you had fully discussed your relationship this morning in the rush and you could tell he was nervous to talk to you about it. As he pulled away, you captured his wrist before he could go too far, gently drawing a small heart into the inside of his wrist with your finger as you looked up into his eyes. He smiled slightly, understanding that you would talk about it when you had reached home.
This small gesture hadn't gone unnoticed as Morgan watched you from the other side of the jet. He stocked his way up to you with a shark grin on his lips as he smelled blood in the water. "So, You two woke up late huh? How come you never made it back to our room last night, pretty boy?" He mused, enjoying the light pink tinge resting on Spencer's cheeks. "You were the one who took both of our room keys and wouldn't let me in! And- and she was nice enough to let me sleep in her room even though it was a one-person room." He retorted, knowing Morgan's implications. "Woah, chill, Reid. I was just asking some questions." Morgan replied, feigning innocence. "Yeah, I took Reid's virginity last night. How could you tell?" You stated matter of factly, earning a shocked squeak from Reid, and spluttered out laughter from Morgan. "That's what you want to hear right? C'mon Spencer, he’s just giving us a hard time because he wasn't invited to our movie marathon last night." You lied, shooting a joking wink to Spencer, hoping he would get the drift and go along with the story. "Hey, we didn't- yEAh he wouldn't get the nuance of 'Une Femme est Une Femme' and the directorial skills of Jean-Luc Godard." He said, catching on when you pinched the soft spot under his ribs. Morgan just rolled his eyes, frustrated at not getting what he wanted before sulking back to his seat.
You smiled up at Spencer before saying, "Good boy," just loud enough for only the two of you to hear. It was the first time you had alluded to your escapades that yestereve and you both felt a breath of fresh air as the slight tension was lifted off of your backs. Spencer was flustered in multiple ways; he loved the way you praised him, and he now believed you felt regrets about your exchange.
He felt electricity crackling in every gentle secret touch of yours that he had the luxury of experiencing that day; all he could think about was how you had touched him and how your skin felt on his. You had him wrapped all-around your finger, and he couldn't be happier. All he wanted to do was service you and please you, even in non-sexual ways, which he was happy to indulge in as he watched you staring out the window. Your fingers were discreetly tracing small drawings on his knee cap as you watched the clouds pass by. The motion caused him a great distraction from his book, and all he could do was watch your finger. Even though you weren't paying any attention to the motion of your fingers, Spencer could still envision the lines you created carving into his skin. Sometimes a little face, sometimes an abstract geometric rhombus, and his favorite, a heart with puffy humps and a pointy end. Every time you drew it, he became hyper-aware of the gentle flush coloring your cheeks as you looked out the window, sending him a secret message.
He quietly cleared his throat, as to not disturb the others; most of which had chosen to indulge in a little extra sleep to make up for their early morning. It had broken you from your entranced gaze out the window and you looked over at him smiling. "D-Did you bring anything to do on the plane?" Spencer asked as you continued your drawings on his leg. "Surprisingly, that was the one thing I forgot. I was so worried about making sure I was well briefed on the case that I forgot all about the flight." You said, smiling sleepily. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were at that moment. The gentle sunrise behind you in the window illuminated the apples of your cheeks and the highlights in your hair, which was still messy from sleeping so soon after your shower. Your eyes were puffy except for the sockets, which were slightly sunken in from lack of sleep, and you were fresh-faced, small blemishes now in the open, but all Spencer could think was that you reminded him of the fresh air of spring in the morning after a storm. He shook himself from his trance as you began to turn back towards the window. "You know, if you would like, I can read to you." He said shyly. "I know you read faster in your head, don't feel like you have to read to me because I was silly and forgot to bring a book." You said, smiling at his gesture. "N-No, I want to read to you. My mom always used to read out loud to me when I was little when she would wake up early." He said, adding waveringly, "And... and I would like to read to you, not because you didn't bring anything, but because I think you would like this book." You smiled up at him, lifting the fingers you had been swirling on his leg to your lips before gently kissing them, pressing them to his cheekbone, and returning them to their reserved spot on his leg. He took that as a green light to read aloud.
You watched as he closed the page he had been reading to flip to the beginning. You knew he remembered what page he was on but his choice to start you from the beginning melted your heart. He really wanted you to appreciate this story so you were going to give 110% of your attention to the words flowing out of his mouth.
"Ok, this book is Graziella by Alphonse de Lamartine. I arrived at Naples on the first of April. A few days later, I was joined by a young man of about my own age, to whom I had attached myself at college with the friendship of a brother." He began as you listened intently, enjoying the gentle atmosphere created by the soft hum of the jet and snores of your colleagues. Spencer continued reading aloud to you on autopilot as he focused on the drawings of your fingers, now all turned to hearts.
The problem with taking a morning jet home was that you would have to go straight to the office to finish your paperwork before finally being able to rest in your own bed. You all trudged out of the car and into the office in varying states of awakeness, dreading the hours of work to come.
"Welcome back, you guys!" Garcia said, miscalculating the tone in the room, earning her a couple nods and grunts in response.
"Hey, I'm going to my friend's apartment tonight, and she lives by you. Since you take the train home and I'm going that way, do you want a ride?" You said to Spencer, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. For a Genius and a Profiler, he sure was bad at picking up clues and hints. You weren't really going to see your friend, you just wanted some alone time with him to straighten things out, but he obviously didn't understand. "I mean if it's on the way, that would be nice. Thank you Y/L- Agent Y/L/N." He said, nearly forgetting to call you Agent in front of the others. You smiled and headed back to your seat begrudgingly, seeing the mountains of paperwork.
It was kind of sweet how oblivious he was. You were trying to be discreet at work, and you could tell he was trying too. Keyword: trying, as he was failing miserably. You could tell he was trying to be sneaky, but there was nothing sneaky about him following you to the coffee machine every time you needed a refill. He told you it was because he wanted to match and you couldn't help but indulge him. He wanted to match coffee, unfortunately finding out that you did not, in fact, like as much sugar in your coffee as him. You settled for a little bit too sweet and him not enough for the sake of matching. He came to your desk, trying to trick you by asking to borrow a pen, even though you could see his usual green pen in his shirtfront pocket. He was just so cute and just so obvious so you caved, but it was only because you wanted to see the beam on his face knowing there was yet another way you two could match. His boldest move yet was to match sweaters. If you had yours on, he had his on; when you took yours off, he would follow suit. Even though it was very cute, he was being far too bold so after a while, you decided to just keep it on.
Finally, after hours of handwriting reports and witness statements, your cramped hand said a thank you as you signed off your last sheet. You stretched languidly, looking over to Spencer's desk. He had been done for a while but was pretending to be busy so he could wait for you without subliminally pressuring you to hurry. You pulled your go bag and satchel together, getting ready to leave as you watched Spencer hold his bag, waiting for you to make the first move. You clicked your tongue at him as if you were calling a cat, "Let's get going, I don't want to be late to see my friend!" You called over to him as he shot up, padding quickly to catch up to you. "Goodnight guys! Sleep well!" You called to Morgan, Elle, and Garcia, the only ones left in the bullpen. "Ok, now something definitely has to be going on," Elle said as they watched you two leave, Spencer tripping over himself as he got in the elevator behind you.
You two shoved your bags in the back seat and got in the car. As you turned the car, your music started blaring out of the speakers. "Woah! Sorry! I like to drive with the windows down so my music is usually pretty loud." You said as you slammed on the pause button. Spencer was startled but he didn’t mind as he'd just learned new things about you. 1. You like loud music 2. You like the windows down when you drive. 3. You have great taste in music. "That's ok. Just make sure you turn down the volume sometimes, 17% of adults aged 20–69 years have suffered permanent damage to their hearing from noise-induced hearing loss. And that was... certainly loud enough to cause some noise-induced loss. Make sure to take care of yourself." He said and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. His naive sweetness and caring nature had been gnawing at you all day. All you had wanted to do while you were trying to focus on work was kiss him.
You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Even though you came in slow, you surprised him. Here you were in the Quantico parking lot, boldly kissing him when any of your coworkers could have seen. "Why-why did you do that?" he asked as you pulled away. "I can't?" you asked, pouting slightly, teasing him. "N-No, You can you can, we're just so out in the open, and we haven't talked about anything, so I didn't know how you felt, and you were ignoring me all day." He rushed out as you let out a little laugh at him. "Let's drive, cutie." You said, turning your music back on, this time to a lower volume, as you pulled out of the parking lot and down the street. "First of all sweetness, I wasn't ignoring you all day, I didn't want Morgan to tease you again. You were busy with paperwork and I knew you didn't need him being an asshole to you to make it worse. Second, did you see all the paperwork they had left? There was no way any of them would have been out in the parking lot yet." You said as you smoothly merged onto the highway towards your house.
You were wondering when he was going to notice that he was going in the opposite direction of his house but he was too wrapped up in his thoughts. You glanced over at him before returning your eyes to the road. You cursed yourself for not having an eidetic memory because you would have kept a snapshot of him like that in your mind forever. His hair, once slicked back, now slightly disheveled from running his hands through it as he did his paperwork and the wind from your open windows. The cool summer wind that rosied his cheeks and the tip of his nose as he gazed out the streetlights overhead. Blue, red, green, purple yellow, white; the blinking lights of the city married the sunset hues that danced across his face. Illuminating his beautifully arched nose and his prominent cheekbones, it felt as if the sun was setting just for him and the city was awakening his beauty.
You smiled to yourself as you switched the cd in the cd player for one of your classics. "Hey! You listen to these guys?! You know I was going to see them last year but then we had this case out of town and I had to miss it. That was when they were still playing at that bar by the Speedway that burnt down." Spencer said excitedly. "Really!? You like them too? I haven't seen them yet but I've been listening to them since college. I never had that much money to be spending on tickets for shows beyond small house shows. I can't believe you like them, I always thought you were more of a Debussy or Chopin person." You replied, excited to have something to share. "Yeah I mean I like pretty much every genre but I've been really into their old stuff lately and, surprisingly, also french 70s music." He said matter-of-factly.
Contrarily, he was fibbing. He knew exactly why he had been listening to it. The previous night he had dreamed of the two of you off the shore, in the south of France in spring, reading books across from each other, legs tangled together, on a chez lounge. Jacqueline Taieb played on the radio as you pulled him up to dance. He removed the thoughts from his mind as he realized his predicament. He didn't know if he was allowed to think about you like that. You had been so sweet and caring towards him last night, and you kissed him so sweetly, but he was still unsure of where you stood. He was still lost in thought as you pulled up to your apartment and parked.
"Hey, this isn't my apartment. Is this your friend's place?" He asked, surprised. "No, Sweetheart. I didn't want Morgan to bother us as we were leaving so I made up some excuse. And this is my apartment. If you want to talk about what happened last night, you can come in. Well, I guess you can come in if you don't want to either, but that's beside the point. If you don't want to talk about it or if you just want me to take you home, I can do that right now. It's up to you baby." You said, gently taking his hand in yours. "I-I want to talk about it." He said shyly. "Alright then, my partner in crime. I will welcome you into my abode. We can order some dinner and talk about it. I'm thinking curry, what about you?" you said.
You could sense his nervousness and tried to lighten the mood even though deep down you were pissing yourself. You had never really done this either. You had a couple of one-night stands and short-term relationships, but nothing that lasted that long, and something in you wanted this time to be different. The young doctor was so endearing, and he was the first person who seemed to be interested in making you happy in the relationship, unlike most of your past suitors. You were terrified that you would push him too far or something would change, and that's why it was so important you had a talk and had trust and communication. You held his hand all the way up the stairs and to your apartment, not letting go when you went to open your door. You told yourself it was to make him feel better but you knew it was because you needed to do something with your hands to get them to stop shaking.
"Sorry, it's not the cleanest space ever. I wasn't expecting guests" you said as you began to tidy up random things around the room, mostly mason jars full of water or a stray empty mug. Spencer took note of his surroundings, drinking everything in. He couldn’t remember what he assumed your apartment would look like because as soon as he entered, he couldn't imagine you living anywhere else. It was all the parts of you that he knew and all of the parts he had yet to learn. He knew that you loved reading, so the bookshelves made sense. He knew that you loved music, so the cd player with piles of CDs next to it made sense. He knew you loved movies, so the VHS player and tv with a built-in DVD player and even more stacks of media made sense. But his favorite part was the giant easel positioned by the window with a large canvas on it. "Wow, Y/N! You paint?" he asked as you continued to clean up. "Oh, don't mind that! Sorry I didn't have time to put it away before we left! I'll get it out of your way!" You said, already carrying a basket full of god knows what in your arms. "No, No! Please leave it out. It's beautiful." He said, looking at your brush strokes. "Suit yourself. Let me know if it gets in your way," you said, finishing your cleaning by fluffing the pillows on your couch.
You finished bustling around your apartment and sat down on your couch across from the TV. He slowly made his way over to you, sitting at the opposite end from you, still unsure of your boundaries. You could spot his nerves from a mile away, so you swung your legs up onto the couch and poked him in his side with your feet. "Why are you sitting so far away, Sweety," you said as he looked over at you. You looked just as you did in his dream, soft and comfy in slouchy clothes. He hadn't noticed that you had changed into some comfy pajama pants and a loose pajama top, and now he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you changed at some point when he was in the room. He knew it was silly. He had already seen you naked, but it all felt like a dream." I'll call and order, and you think about what you want to eat and what you want from me for a bit, ok? I know this great place a couple blocks from here." You said as you pulled out your landline, and dialed the number that you had scrawled on a notepad on your coffee table.
Then, Spencer saw the notepads, notebooks, sticky notes, and other odds and ends that you had all over the house. One on the fridge, one by the easel, one on the tv stand, two on the coffee table. They were all decorated differently for each task, of which he could see two, one titled 'Yummy restaurants' and the other titled 'movies to watch.' He tried to stop his distracting thoughts of how comfortably he fit in your space and how every item embodied you perfectly, all in different ways. When he was finally able to focus, he felt you start absentmindedly kneading your feet on his thigh that was closest to you. He could barely look over at you, finding you unbelievably erotic. He sucked in a breath as your pajama shirt was only buttoned up so much, enticingly drawing his eyes to the swell of your breast that he could see above the collar of your shirt.
You hooked your foot up under his thighs and brought his legs up onto the couch as you continued to order. You tangled your legs together, lifting your right foot to his chest, gently tapping out a rhythm absentmindedly as you talked. You broke through Spencer's entrancement, asking "What do you want to eat?" "Um... Whatever you're getting." He responded, as he still hadn't even begun to look at the menu. "Yeah! Then for the second order, can I get the same thing but make it mild." You said, poking your tongue out at him teasingly before finishing your order.
You two walked to pick up your food, talking about nothing in particular. You didn't want to talk about the elephant in the room until you got back, so you filled the space with meaningless conversation that instantly stopped as you entered the house. It was silent as you got forks ready, spying Spencer sitting rigidly straight on the couch, waiting for you.
"You know, you were so bold in the office today that I didn't expect you to be this shy when we got here. We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, sweet-" "I do, I really do." He said, cutting you off. "Ok! That's great. Well, I'm going to start off by saying that any relationship like this, whatever you want that to be, depends on strong trust and communication. That goes beyond the bedroom. Being on the team I trust you with my life. I know I'm new so I understand if you don't trust me yet but I just wanted to set that baseline with you. I'm going to be 1000% truthful with you and I'm going to start by saying this. I don't regret anything that we did last night. I loved what we did last night and I really like doing this with you. I want to explore with you if you would be so gracious as to let me. I find you very interesting, and I would like to be friends or more depending on what you want as we continue our rendezvous." You said as you grasped his hands, willing him to look into your eyes. He let out a sigh of relief. "I really liked what we did yesterday too. I was kind of worried that you regretted it or something. I'm really really new to everything, but I feel comfortable exploring if it's you. You made me feel really safe last night and I appreciate that a lot. I find you really beautiful and sexy and intriguing and I would like to be friends and maybe more with you now. I don't know if I'm allowed to say this... but I want to." He said, gaining some confidence. "You are allowed to say whatever you want, baby. That's why we have open communication. Everything is to make sure you are feeling as good and safe as possible," you said, rubbing his hand. " You should feel safe and good too. I know you are more experienced than me, but you deserve to be safe too." He said gently before continuing. "I was wondering if... if I could request that this be monogamous. I get really upset thinking about you with someone else." He said, and you could feel the shaking in his hands as he anticipated your reply. "Of course, sweetheart. I was hoping you would ask. Maybe I'm a little selfish, but I don't like to share my things. They're mine for a reason." You said before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, earning a smile from him. "But I think, for now, I would like to be friends and see how it goes from there while we... explore," Spencer said. You nod and smile in agreement.
"Alright, so Spencer, tell me what you're interested in, sexually. What do you think about when you jerk off? What did you think about when you read my book?" You asked nonchalantly, as you picked up your curry and rice, taking a bite as if you'd just asked him about the weather. "w-well, I think about a lot of things." He sputtered out. "Just give me a little list I can work off." You said in between bites. "Um, I like seeing you naked. I like it when we match because it feels like we have a deep connection. I like h-how you touched me yesterday. I want you to touch me more." He said shyly, hiding his face behind his cup of water. "And the other two questions?" You prodded, watching as the bulge grew in his pants. "Um, what do I think of when I jerk off? Oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this," He blushed before continuing. "I think about how it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock. I think about you calling me a naughty boy. I think about you praising me. I think about your book and how there's so much more that I have to read. I think about you not wearing panties at work. And I think even more about pulling you into the storage closet, lifting up your skirt, and fucking you while everyone is working. I think about your piercings, and I think about your piercing chapter."
"What did you think of that chapter by the way? You ran off to the bathroom pretty quick. What were you thinking of doing to me, naughty boy?" you said, setting your food down on the table, leaning towards him, hands planted on his thighs. "Tell the truth, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," You said, squeezing into his thighs. He bucked up towards you, searching for friction in any way he could." f-fuck. I read the chapter when I was touching myself. I thought about how you had pointed at my boner, and I thought about how I wanted you to make fun of me, and smack me, and punish me for being naughty." he said hurriedly, hoping his answer would satiate you. "Nuh-uh! Come on, tell me the whole truth," you said and smacked his thigh. He yelped as your hand came down, leaving him with a dull sting. "Ok! But it's embarrassing so don't laugh... I thought about you cockwarming me while I pierced your tongue, and how you would drool, and how you would squeeze around me. I thought about how I wanted to mark you and make you mine." He said, covering his eyes, hiding from his shame and how it made his cock stir in his pants. "You naughty, naughty boy, Spencer Reid. I thought you were innocent but here you are with your hand on your cock, at work, thinking about my pussy and my tongue and my spit, and it made you cum. What a rascal!" you said, watching for a reaction in his pants.
You pried his arm from his eyes, so he was forced to look at your smirk. His face and neck were a deep pink, and his lips were as pillowy and soft as a rose petal from biting his them. You couldn't help yourself as you pounced on him. You knew this was supposed to be just a talk about boundaries, but there was an undeniable electricity in the air that had been lingering from the moment you had woken up. He looked so fucked out, even though you hadn’t touched him yet and part of you wanted to absolutely ruin him that night. "Remember your colors, baby. What are you feeling?" You said, now perched in his lap. "Green, green. P-Please touch me." As he said it, you ground down on him. While you were in your comfortable clothes, he was still in his tight corduroys and button-down, sweater long gone somewhere else in the apartment. "Have you ever heard of something called edging?" You asked, and he nodded excitedly. "What about overstimulation?" You said, and he nodded quickly again. "What do you think about them?" He nodded, and you smacked him, not as hard as you would usually go, but enough to leave a sting. "Use your words, naughty boy." You said, capturing his jaw and tilting his face up to meet yours. "Yes, please. I'm so green. I have been wanting you to do this, please." He shot out through squished cheeks, looking at you with the most hungry eyes you have ever seen. His warm hazel eyes, now shiny and black with desire.
You got up off of him, and he whined, missing the warmth of your body on his. You grabbed him by the back of his neck like he was a naughty kitten, and pulled him down the hall and into your bedroom. Before he could take in your room, you pushed him back on the bed. "Strip." You commanded, and your scent overwhelmed him. Your daily aroma that intoxicated him was ten times weaker than the pure pheromones that blanketed your room. Spencer mused that your room must have been built to have sex in. Your bedside tables were adorned with candles, incense, your daily jewelry, and a pair of your panties. You had a red canopy on your four-poster bed that draped your room in a soft red glow.
Your figure was obscured by the canopy as you moved some items around your room. Spencer was lost in your scent, the idea of finally being in your room, and possibly a little lost staring at the panties on your table, making him move too slow for your liking. You parted the fabric and crawled up the bed to him. "Spencer Walter Reid, if you don't strip now, you're going to get a spanking. You have been such a naughty boy today. I thought you were going to be a good boy for mommy but I guess you want to get punished." You said as you slinked back off the bed. "I'm going to count down from 10 and if you aren't naked by the time I reach 0, you are getting spanked. Understood?" You said, and he squeaked out and "Understood!" "10... " Who knew it took so long to unbutton a dress shirt? "9... " Now, his hands were stuck in his sleeves. "8..." Shirt off. "7..." Is his belt broken, or is he shaking too much? "6..." Belt undone but not off. "5..." Pants, ok. "4..." Fuck, his shoes are stuck on. "3... 2... 1... 0. STOP NOW"
You parted the curtain, smirking down at him. "I think I said naked, not underwear on." You said, looking down at him. "You didn't give me enough time!" He whined but you were already flipping him onto your lap with his ass perched in the air. "Color?" You asked, earning his eager response of "Green, so green." You pulled his underwear off and hung it on the corner of your side table, right next to your own panties. The sight was oddly domestic, making him even harder as he tried to rut into your leg. Your hand came down hard on his ass and he bucked into you moaning in shock. "You naughty boy, pathetically rubbing on me. Does my thigh feel good baby?" you asked, and he nodded. Your hand came down hard on his other cheek "How many times do I have to tell you? Use. Your. Words." Punctuating your last three words with three more smacks to his ass, gently rubbing the red skin as he cried out. "Yes, mommy! Your thigh feels so good! Thank you so much!" he said as he ground himself down on you pitifully. "Why is mommy punishing you, sweetheart?" you said, sweetening your tone. " Because I didn't get dressed?" He asked. "Hm, if you were really sorry, you would know what you were sorry for. What are you being punished for? One more chance." You said, smoothing over the plains of his ass. "For being a naughty boy who doesn't listen and rubs his cock on mommy too much." He said. "So close, baby!" You said as you brought down one last smack to his ass as his cock leaked precum all over your legs. "You were getting punished because you don't listen and because you were being really naughty at work, sweetheart. But you took punishment so well, so you deserve a treat." You said as you flipped him over, making sure he was laying in a comfortable place on the bed.
"C-can we match?" He said, pulling on your sweater. You smiled down at him sweetly as you stripped, taking your time to let him gaze over the planes of your body. When you returned, you sat high up on his stomach, making sure he couldn't get any friction against you as you kissed him softly. He was still a little clunky when it came to kissing but when you took it slow, it helped him warm up to your motions until you two were completely in sync.
"Alright, so I'm going to do some new things. Let me know at any time if you aren't comfortable or you want me to stop." You said, and you turned so you were sitting on his chest, looking down at his cock, as he got a wonderful view of your ass and the dimples in your back as your muscles flexed. You collected some spit in your mouth and let it drip down slowly onto the head of his already overly excited cock. He hissed as your finger swirled in the spit that pooled at the base of his cock as you wet your hand before grasping his length. Even though he had felt this exact same thing yesterday, he could never get over the sensation of your hand squeezing around him, circling his cock, and playing with the tip with your thumb. You spit into your other hand and wrapped both hands around his length, working them up and down his shaft, gently twisting and squeezing. The best part was that he couldn’t see anything you were doing. It was like he was blindfolded, stomach muscles tensing in anticipation of your touch.
"Fuck baby I'm close." And that was when you stopped. right as he was about to cum, you squeezed down hard at the base of his cock. "You don't cum until I do." You said, scooting your core back so that it was a couple tantalizing inches away from his face. "Really? You'll let me eat you out? For real?" He asked, mind blown at the idea of eating you out. "I was hoping you would." You replied, waiting for him to make a decision. He hooked your arms around your thighs and pulled you into him so hard, you were worried he broke his nose at first. 'I need a man who eats pussy like it's the only way to quench his thirst' rung out in his head. That's what you had written in your journal titled "Male needs" and he wanted to be a Male that you needed, so that's what he did. He flattened his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your folds, and back down to your clit, latching on hungrily, alternating between sucking hard and twirling his tongue on it. "H-Holy shit Spencer." You moaned, and you knew you wouldn't last long. Even though you wouldn’t admit it, you were soaking wet just from teasing and punishing him. That, coupled with how sweet his tongue was on your core, and you were done for. You certainly had never had a man eat you out like this, much less a virgin. "Shit baby, you're so good? How did you get so good?" You asked incredulously, as he reached his hand back around and inserted a finger between your folds, giving his mouth a short break. "I read the literature and from what I saw, the g spot should be about here." He said before curling his fingers inside of you, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to moan deeply. His smirking mouth found its way back to your clit as he added another finger, working your g spot with feverish strokes.
"Fuck, baby! I'm cumming!" You shouted and right as you were reaching your peak, he stopped everything. "What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelped at him, your mounting peak now decrescendoing before ever hitting the climax. "I thought we were matching. You're edging me, I'm edging you." He said innocently, but you could hear his smirk tinging his words. "You just want to be punished huh?" You said and squeezed down on his base as you kissed the tip of his cock. "Naughty boys don't get proper head. When you make me cum, then I'll actually suck your cock. Got it?" You asked as he bucked his hips"Yes." He replied fervently.
This was his first-ever experience getting head, so of course, you were going to give him a good time. He would just have to wait. You held down at the base of his aching cock as you lazily sucked and licked the head. Not even close to the usual effort you would put in, but it was enough to make his legs shake and finger you faster. His mouth was too busy panting and whining to eat you out but you were fine with that because the way he was curling his fingers was creating a knot in your stomach and you could feel your impending release. "Fuck baby I'm cumming. Let me cum this time." You said and he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking hard as he used all of his willpower to keep himself from cumming. And just like that, you're cumming all down his face and fingers as you shake but he keeps going, this time with more enthusiasm, riding you through your orgasm and overstimulating you. You eagerly take him into your mouth all the way, sucking hard, lathering his length with your spit, and in two seconds he is cumming hard down your throat. "Mommy I'm cumming" He said a little too late as you had already swallowed around him.
You were both so caught in the afterglow that you just kept going. Aftershock spurts of cum kept shooting down your throat but you kept sucking. You wanted him needy and wrecked under you. "Oh my god! ah! AH!" He said, shaking as you keep sucking him down. He keeps finger fucking you as if he is possessed. You are both riding your highs and are so overstimulated that in no more than a minute you are both cumming all over again as sobs wrack your bodies.
You flop down next to Spencer and kiss his cheek tentatively, knowing most men don't kiss after head. Spencer leans up, kissing you passionately, tangling his tongue in yours, tasting your release on each other's tongues. "Flip over baby," You said as he rolled over. You pulled out your lotion from your bedside table, gently warming up a small amount in your hands before spreading it on his butt. "I don't know about you, but I'm way too tired to take a shower tonight. I'm just going to put our leftovers in the fridge and brush my teeth. I have some spare toothbrushes if you would like to borrow one, and some pajamas." You said to a very sleepy Spencer. He didn’t even say anything, he just grumbled and got up, leaning on you.
He helped you clean up, both still naked, enjoying the domesticity of just walking around completely vulnerable together. You needed to brush his teeth for him as he sat on the toilet lid and you couldn’t help but think he looked like a little baby, barely clinging to the little energy it had before a nap. You got him up and back in bed, looking down at his naked form, now noticing the gentle matching bruises on either side of his body. “I know you like to match but take care of yourself. Don’t bang yourself up so much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You said as you picked his clothes off of the floor. You reached down for your pajamas but before you could get them back on or pull him into his, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down on top of him."I’ll try to stop. Only for you, and only because you asked so nicely. Right now, I’m too sleepy, let's sleep naked. Night night." He mumbled into the crook of your neck. Warmth enveloped your body at his words, “only for you.” Somehow that was all it took to finally give in to sleep's welcoming grasp, reveling in the warmth shared between your skin.
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And there we go, that's chapter five! Make sure to give me any comments, criticisms, or ways to better the plot. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I tried to balance out the sweet and spicy aspects of this one. I hope you guys have a great night!
Maybe this is a weird headcannon but I imagine young, converse wearing Reid to listen to like early 2000s emo. Like before emo was swoop bangs, it was just a bunch of nerds in their mid 20s who wanted to make music. Like I can imagine him listening to From Under the Cork Tree by Fall Out Boy in his car n shit.
This is for all of my followers but I’m also going to be tagging my “Little Cherry Book” tag list! My asks are open for any one shot/ blurb requests! I’m pretty sure they’re open but I mainly use mobile so idk how it might look on desktop. If it isn’t working, feel free to shoot me a message!
I’m down for pretty much everything as long as I know and understand the characters. Only thing is I won’t write MGG or anything about real people and I’m not a big fan of age play (I love mommy kink but the “little boy/little girl” stuff kinda weirds me out) so the prompt would have to be pretty good.
I’m coming out with a new chapter for LCB this week but I love having new concepts and writing for other people!
I never expect reblogs or anything ever. I am just doing all of this for my own fun and because I think other people might like what I have to write. That being said, I freaking love and appreciate all of the support everyone has been giving my story so far, especially the reblogs. Like whenever I see comments or people who reblog my work it just makes me so happy. Like I really love the little (very little) community I have created and I don’t think I say that I appreciate you guys enough. You guys are so great!
Sometimes I wonder what my AP high school English teacher would think if she knew I was using the writing skills she taught me to write filthy smut. :/
Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys
Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader
Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.
Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on
Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare
Word Count: 6,502
Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.
After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.
And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.
He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.
"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.
Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.
Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.
If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.
"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.
"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.
"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.
"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.
And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.
As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.
You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.
You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.
He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.
He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.
You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.
"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.
You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.
"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.
Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."
You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.
You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.
Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.
Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.
He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.
The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.
He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.
You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.
Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.
He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.
He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.
You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.
You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.
You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.
There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.
He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.
When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.
"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.
You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.
He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"
The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.
You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.
"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.
"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.
Well wasn't that a doozy. I had so much fun writing that and I think it paid off for sure. Shoot me a message if you want to be added to my beloved tag list, speaking of which.
Hey guys! This took way longer than I wanted. I haven't been expecting to be as busy as I am. I did try to make it a little longer to make up for it. TBH I just want to write this and be my usual introverted self, but I keep getting pulled away. Plus, this chapter is a little bit of a doozy too, and I want to make sure it's well-formulated and has good grammar. But also I am big dummy who writes smut so who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope you guys like this chapter.
Also isn't he so freaking cute in this gif
Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader
Chapter Plot: It was hot, way too hot, and spencer didn't know if it was because the air conditioning had failed on the hottest day of the year, that he could see your piercings through your top, or the way you were praising him all day but what he did know was he was in trouble.
Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on
Chapter TW: exhibitionism, no bra no panties, having body piercings, being pierced, fantasizing about sex, Language, General 18+, praise kink, possession
It was so unbelievably hot. You had hoped for some solace from the heat in the frigid temperature in the bullpen, but as you entered the building you quickly realized it was actually much hotter indoors than outdoors. "Airconditioning broke last night, we've got some fans but they can't come to fix it until later in the day. I am sweating like a dog! I wish those fuckers would just hurry and fix it." Garcia said, missing her usual colorful cardigan and vigorously fanning herself with a case file.
You hadn't prepared for this today as most of the time you were freezing even in your sweaters. You cursed yourself for not thinking ahead. You never really enjoyed wearing bras as they were uncomfortable and there was really no point in wearing them when you were wearing your sweaters all day. For most people, it would be a little embarrassing but not a big deal but you knew that this could cause a lot of issues.
At the BAU you were not allowed to have many visible piercings further than your ears but you loved how piercings looked and the style it gave you so you had opted to pierce things that were easily hidden under your work clothes. Thus far your nipple piercings hadn't been a problem at all; when you weren't wearing your sweaters you wore a bra to conceal them and to keep an air of professionality but that was not an option today. Today you would opt for the posture of a middle-schooler ashamed of hitting puberty, slightly slouched over with your arms crossed over your chest to hide the protruding balls of your piercings from prying eyes.
It was a sweltering 102 degrees outside and it felt even warmer with the hustle and bustle of people in the office. It was as if your whole body was melting slowly and by the end of the day, you would be a little puddle on the floor. Your clips that you used for keeping your hair out of your face were now all being used in the back of your hair in an attempt to clip your hair up and away from your neck in any way you could.
JJ came into the bullpen, informing us of a debriefing on the Crawford family case in the conference room. It felt good to get out of your seat and move around but you knew that being packed into a tiny conference room with six other people was going to be like being in a sauna.
Spencer hadn't been avoiding you, it wasn't like that at all, your paths just hadn't crossed yet that day. He definitely hadn't taken an entirely different route from usual to walk to the bullpen even though it made him a couple minutes late because he saw you in the lobby. It was unforgivably hot and even he had rolled up his sleeves and discarded his sweater vest on his chair before entering the conference room. He had never seen you without a sweater on so when he hurried into the debriefing, he was shocked to see you in a ballet pink chiffon tank top with thin straps decorated with little brown flowers. He had only seen you from the back but he could see the small beads of sweat traveling down your neck and your back due to the heat.
He decided that today was going to be a very dangerous day and the best course of action would be to avert his gaze from you whenever he could but he felt like his eyes were magnetized to you. He walked past you, sitting across the table from you, trying not to think about the fact that he could smell your perfume from his seat. Maybe it was because it was a strong scent, maybe it was because he had trained himself like a dog to seek your smell. Either way, he was truly and thoroughly intoxicated with you, and that only was cemented as he glanced over at you and saw your flushed face glowing with heat and radiance. You kept letting out little puffs of air as you fanned yourself with your hand."You know that doing that actually raises your body temperature because you are engaging your muscles so it really hinders more than it helps." Spencer said, so distracted by you that he didn't even notice that he nearly interrupted Gideon with his comment. You looked over at Spencer, surprised by his comment. "Wow! that's really interesting I didn't know that Doctor Reid, thank you!" You said, smiling over at him. "Now back to the Crawford family-" Giddeon continued after a small pause but Spencer was no longer listening, your smile seared into his brain. He knew you had a nice smile and had seen it before but it was rarely ever directed specifically at something he said. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was your smile or maybe it was just you, you, you, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You had actually liked and appreciated his fact, Spencer was so used to people cutting him off of staring at him blankly to shut him up. You had actually smiled at him and all he wanted was to see it again.
As he was thinking about you so sweetly, he lost his train of thought as you peeled the front of your shirt forward off of your skin, opening and closing it to allow air to enter. He tried so hard to look away, he really did but he could see the sweat glistening off your skin like little gems and the darkness of the shadow between your breast. But what he really fixated on was the fact that he could see your two nipples hard against your shirt. He couldn't tell what was off about them for a second until it clicked. the two bumps on either side of your nipples were the balls to piercings. He hadn't noticed before because he had been so focused on your rosy face but now that he had seen it, it was all he could see. He looked around to make sure no one else had noticed, quickly realizing that he was the only one not paying attention to Gideon's breakdown of the case. Nipple piercings, you had nipple piercings. He remembered the chapter title from your notebook and had known that there must have been some explanation but he hadn't delved further, but now it was all he could think about.
Spencer looked down at the case file, trying not to look anywhere in your direction, fighting a battle between his conscious and the growing erection in his pants. His shaky hands fumbled to grab his pencil that had rolled towards the middle of the table, in the process his elbow knocked over Elle's water bottle spilling water all over your case file, your shirt, and your lap.
"Oh my god! I-I am so sorry!" he shouted as you pushed back from the table, shocked by the sudden change in temperature. He rushed to the other side of the table, using his forgotten sweater vest as a towel to dry you off. He was so focused on the task at hand that he didn't think of where he was touching, just drying up the puddle slowly pooling in your lap. You began to laugh and he looked up at you tentatively." Thank you for cooling me off Spencer, that was surprisingly refreshing!" you said in between laughs, gently patting his head. At that moment Spencer saw hearts, not cartoony ones but hidden in the soft halo of light falling on your hair, the laugh still playfully dancing on your lips, and the gentle caress of your hand on his head. Somehow nothing had ever felt more like home.
Spencer had been kneeling at your feet for a moment before he broke away from your gaze." I'll go and get some paper towels" He said as he rushed off towards the bathroom. You couldn't help but grin at his antics. "I'll go calm him down," you said smiling at everyone else as you left the room, going after him.
You waited outside the bathroom door as Spencer got more paper towels. "God! Spencer, control yourself. I can't believe you are getting so worked up over a couple nipple piercings. YOU SPILLED WATER ALL OVER HER" you could see him grab his face in the bathroom mirror "Now I can't even talk to her because I'm just going to make a fool of myself. What should I say?" "That it's not that big a deal" you calmly called into the bathroom, seeing Spencer's ears prick up at the sound of your voice."Y/N, hey, what you heard- I mean what I did... I'm really sorry." He looked down abashedly. You checked both ways before entering the men's bathroom, gently grabbing the paper towels from Spencer's hands. He couldn't meet your gaze so you squeezed his finger gently." It's no problem, Reid. I was getting really hot in there, and while it was shocking, it was very refreshing and actually kind of nice. And about the other thing, I'll keep your secret if you keep mine," you said." What secret?" He blushed, looking up, finally meeting your gaze. You giggled slightly and pointed towards the erection that he had forgotten about in his pants. Your fingers were so close to him that the slightest movement would grant him the touch he desired. You leaned forwards and Spencer held his breath as he anticipated your touch. You shot him a cheeky grin and wink as you abruptly turned and walked out the door, hair swinging as you left. You knew at that moment that you were on top of the world.
As soon as you turned out the door, Spencer rushed into the nearest stall. He hurried to pull your book out from where he had concealed it in his back pocket before unzipping his pants and opening to journal entrie 11 titled "Piercings."
"This is a little bit of an escalation from my previous entries and I don't know if many people feel this way but I know I do so here we go. I love having piercings in secret places because I know it's a little secret I'm keeping from people something for me and me alone... well until I have a new partner. But that's not all, I think... well I think I would like to be pierced during sex. I know it sounds crazy but it is similar to getting a hickey from someone you care about. The act of being pierced is not inherently sexy to me, it relies on the piercer and our sexual relationship. To me, it's similar to wearing jewelry with someone's name in it but more intimate. It's less permanent or obvious than a tattoo but longer lasting than any hickey. It leaves a lasting imprint of them on you and you can always carry a personal memory of them in you wherever you go without any nasty looks. Only you two will ever understand what that little gem means forever. It's a shame that we have such a strict dress code at work, so for now, I have to keep everything hidden but it would be interesting to have a partner interested in marking me in such a way."
Spencer had certainly never heard of something like this before let alone being interested in doing this with anyone but somehow hearing it in your words, he couldn't stop his imagination. You, completely undone underneath him as he rocked into you, the light bouncing off of your nipple piercings as you sucked his fingers into your mouth. His hand moved slow on cock, the sensation of you squeezing his finger lingering on his mind as he imagined what it would feel like for your soft fingers to squeeze down on something larger. He imagined sitting up against his headboard in his room as you sat on his cock, mouth wide open as he lined up the needle to the center of your tongue. You would hiss as the needle went through, drool pooling in the back of your mouth and slowly dripping out onto both of your exposed torsos. He would mark you forever and no one else would ever understand how your heat had clenched around his cock as he entered you, in more ways than one. Spencer sucked in a breath, drawing close as he imagined your tongue sticking out, now adorned with him forever. His piercing, his girl.
His memory flitted to you pointing at his bulge with a smirk on your face and he was instantly cumming hard into his hand. He cleaned himself up quickly knowing that the others were waiting for him. As he was leaving the restroom he wondered who had given you your nipple piercings, had he known them? Some part of his gut twisted thinking about you with a faceless man, recreating in real life what he could only imagine. He felt abashed at himself. You were not his, not even a little bit. You had given him the light of day and acknowledged his attraction to you but he was wrong to think he had any claim on you. You, who was a bouncing bubble of light floating through the BAU bringing cheer. Some part of him knew he was not yours to have.
You knew exactly why Spencer was taking so much time in the bathroom. You had seen the ribbon bookmark of your notebook sticking out of his back pocket when he went to get you paper towels and you had seen how flustered he got seeing your piercings through your clothes. Spencer Reid was a very smart boy and you knew that he had probably long discovered the identity of the book's owner. He obviously wasn't ready to tell you that he had found and read your book and you weren't going to press him on it. But that didn't mean you couldn't do a little light-hearted teasing. By the time you were back from the bathroom, Hotch was wrapping up and announcing that wheels would be up in 15. 'Spencer better hurry' you thought. It would be fun to go run and tell him, startling him from his solo fun but you knew it wasn't time for that yet. You wanted to tease him as much as you could until he was begging you to fuck him.
You were left alone in the conference room as the others grabbed their items from their desks. You dried yourself off and gathered Spencers items as you awaited Spencers return from the restroom. He careened into the room, hot, sweaty, and out of breath. One of the others had obviously told him it was almost wheels up because you had never seen him run quite that fast." Don't worry Doctor Reid, I got your items pulled together while you were in the toilet. My goodness Doctor, you look so warm! Are you sure you're not ill or having a heat stroke?" You said, gingerly pressing the back of your hand to his head. You knew why he was warm but you just loved how you left him tongue-tied with your teasing remarks. You could feel him careen slightly into your touch as he stood there speechless. You rubbed your thumb lightly over his forehead before dropping your hand back next to you." We need our resident Doctor in tip-top shape for this case so make sure to take care of yourself, good boy," you said as you gently passed his briefcase and case file to him, hands lingering on his for just a second too long before turning past him out the door. You could feel him staring at you slack-jawed as you walked towards the runway. He remembered the urgency of getting to the jet on time and settled gently padding along behind you. He kept a safe distance from you as you walked, matching his pace. If you sped up, he would speed up to match you while maintaining the distance. You smirked knowing you had rendered him speechless, for once in a long time.
Good boy, you had called him a good boy and his heart couldn't stand a chance. He knew the team valued him and appreciated how much work he did in trying to find suspects but he hadn't been really truly praised in a very long time. It felt like an electric shock had shot up his spine and stuck all his hairs on end as it passed through his vertebrae. The way your tongue turned around those words was enough to keep his mind a jumble for half the journey. Maybe it was that or maybe it was the fact that he could see you curled up under your sweater on the couch at the opposite end of the jet as him. Your lips were parted slightly, small puffs of air escaping your lips as you scrunched your nose up at the sun beaming into the jet hit your closed eyes. Sensing your discomfort, Spencer got up and sat across the aisle from you, blocking the window so the sun wouldn't bother your slumber. If smiles were contagious, the smile you donned from his action would be the black plague, and Spencer felt an onset fever.
Morgan nudged Elle beside him and darted towards Spencer who was gently smiling at your sleeping form."New girl? Good going with the water spilling tactic man 'Do you mind if I clean you up?'" Morgan said mimicking Reid's voice as he laughed."Sh-shut up, Morgan. You know it's not like that. It-It was an accident." Spencer hushed at him."Yeah sure, pretty boy. Smooth... Smooth." He said elongating the o's and winking at him. Spencer just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at you for a split second before delving his head into his book.
He didn't look back up until it was time for the jet to land. You were still sleeping soundly as the wheels hit the tarmac and even as the others bustled out of the jet loudly. Spencer bent down and gently poked your arm, worrying that anything more than that would send my electricity through his bones. You weren't waking though so he gently squeezed your shoulder."Hey, we just landed and have to head out. I pulled your stuff together because I could tell that you would appreciate some extra sleep" He said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as you stretched awake. You pushed yourself up to sitting and gently rubbed his shoulder, still half asleep. "You are such a sweet boy. Thank you for waking me up." You said gently with a soft smile as you pulled your sweater on, deciding to gently cradle your bag in your arms as you rubbed your eyes and stood up. Spencer saw you then, radiant and gold as you walked off the jet, gently bumping into seats, patting them as if to say sorry before you walked down the stairs and off the plane. He knew he had no right, but he didn't want to just be a sweet boy or a good boy, he wanted to be your sweet boy and he wanted to worship the ground you walked on like no one else could. He couldn't stand the thought of you with anyone else, and while deep down he felt he didn't deserve you, he knew he had to give himself a chance to prove himself to you. He would be your good boy and you would be his and only his.
And there we go, that's chapter three! Make sure to give me any comments, criticisms, or ways to better the plot. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I tried to balance out the sweet and spicy aspects of this one. I hope you guys have a great night!
I’m formulating a little chapterino and besties… it’s gonna be a doozy. I’m trying to not make it too crazy because I know that one of the journal entries is going to be a lot for some people so I’m trying to mellow it out with something a little sweeter too, not just kink or I will litterally go to the 7th ring of hell
I don’t know what incels problems are like the really misogynistic ones. They’re literally making the problems for themselves. They are using their preconceived notion of what men think that women want and saying “women are bitches for having these standards.” Like if they didn’t hate women so much, they would be my exact type. Semi-Pervy virgin nerds with mommy issues? Yum. My favorite flavor of man. Get out of your head for a fucking minute and realize women would like you if you weren’t such an asshole. If you’re an incel who truly loves women, come on my way baby.
Dude, if you like sub!reid shit, you should rewatch S1Ep6: L.D.S.K. it's literally my favorite episode because oh my god is his little red outfit so cute when Morgan is making fun of him for failing his gun qualification test and when the sniper has him down on the ground, it really is just
Shout out Ernest Dickerson for that direction because omg I eat that shit up.
Omg you guys are so nice! I haven't been this excited to write new things in a long time but I'm actually starting my week off work today! Should I be spending it going out and having fun? Yes. Am I going to spend it writing smut about a character I kin from a 2000s TV show? Absolutely. Hope you guys enjoy the pervy!virgin!spence in this one <3
Oh also the perfume that I talk about in this story is Armaf Club De Nuit Intense Eau De Parfume Spray for Women this shit is the sexiest perfume ever. It is like sex on legs. I wear it every single day and it's my no1 favorite perfume. I have spent too much money on luxury perfumes but this shit is like $30 and is still ranked ahead of any of my $100+ perfumes. I can't recommend it enough.
Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader
Chapter Plot: Spencer was just testing his hypothesis right? He was just trying to find the owner of the book, right? So why was he at work at 8 am peeping at his coworker's asses trying to see if they were wearing panties? He was supposed to be focusing on work, paperwork in fact to close off their last case. Paperwork that was due at the end of the day. Paperwork that hinged on him and you, but he can't find you anywhere.
TLDR: Spencer stares at ass for research despite not doing his actual work, But where are you?
Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on
Chapter TW: exhibitionism, masturbation (male), imagining masturbation (female), no panties, Language, General 18+, somewhat mommy kink, peeping tomary
Word Count: 2,9878
You couldn't sleep. You managed to get about an hour and a half but you couldn't stop waking up from nightmares of you going to your college graduation naked on accident. No, you were not going to look into the dream theory on that, because you already knew the answer you would find. You knew going to work today would be like diving into a shark tank but you realized that you would just seem more suspicious to be freaking out all day. Plus who knows, it could just be in the lost and found. You absentmindedly ran through your usual morning routine while your mind swam with the possibilities of what you could be walking into today.
You checked your clock and despite being up early, you were running slightly behind schedule. As you run out the door and down your apartment's stairs to your car, you realized that the easiest way to get through this would be to just play it completely natural. Even if you got to work and the book wasn't in the lost and found, no one could know it was you.
Although you were already late, you took a second in the Quantico parking lot to take a few deep breaths and give yourself a pep talk. 'No one knows it's you, don't sweat it girl.' You held your head up high and walked with no more determination than usual into work. You stopped at the lost and found quickly seeing many notebooks of different shapes and sizes and a case file (something about that must be a breach of procedures.) No cherry red notebook. You shook it off.' Oh well, they still don't know it's mine.'
You kept your head high as you got into the elevator, ready to finish off the paperwork for your last case in Des Plaines, IL. You stepped into the hustle of the bullpen heading towards Doctor Reid's desk. Part of your paperwork relied on the file that he had yet to give you. He was hunched over his desk facing away from you, obviously very focused on the task at hand; a stack of files nearly taller than him in his ToDo bin. As you neared him, you saw what he was so focused on; not the manilla folder that concealed the FBI's official classified documents but a familiar little red book, open to the page "Work."
Spencer never realized how easily you could see women's underwear through their dresses. Not that he had looked before and not that he was interested in knowing that farther than today's investigation into the book's owner. He felt awful for what he was doing, sitting in the office, at the crack of dawn with two notebooks in hand. One with his coworker's lewd fantasies, one with notes on whether or not the women in his work were wearing panties. He was too nervous about being caught, so he sat hunched over, pretending to look like he was doing the mountain of paperwork that piled up on his desk. He had over a days worth of casework to do before leaving that night and there he was, being a pervert.
He tried to give himself excuses. It was only to get the book back to its owner, but then why did he feel a blush over his whole body? A heat that he hadn't felt before yesterday night. He had started out the day too nervous to look that he had forgotten to write down notes on which women were wearing undies,. Unfortunately, this meant he had to start all over. And once he started, he noticed certain things he had never seen before.
He had never thought about how hard it was to see thongs under clothes before, but you could tell by the indents on the hips. And once he noticed that he started noticing more things. How you could see little lace details, frills, and bows through most skirt and pants materials and he wondered on the practicality of that. If their skirt was light enough he was even able to see the colors that lay underneath. Little polka dots, bright neon colors, little animals, or even words. He was too abashed to read any of them, only taking a quick glance to make a note before burying his head in his notebook; one that he would be incinerating to remove these thoughts from his head.
He felt so bad, looking at these women, knowing their secrets, but them not knowing his. Not knowing that this was awakening something in him that he was afraid of. It might have been because he liked knowing their secrets, but he knew deep down he felt the heat was growing in him because he was being bad. He was being naughty and a pervert and he was scared how much he liked it. Maybe that was why he was drawn to this book, you both got off on being bad. He had to control himself because he was at work but he knew that as soon as he got home, he could relieve himself.
Just as that thought went through his brain, another woman passed by him. As he looked up to take note, he noticed something odd. You were holding your case files behind your back, in a way that obscured him from seeing your panty lines. In a way, it looked natural but the rigidness of your arms caused him some pause. And that was when he smelled it. That saccharine heat he had smelled last night as he was cumming in his pants. You walked by so swiftly that you rustled the pages of the book, he barely had time to tell if the sweet scent was emanating from you or the pages.
Even after staring at women's panties all day, he hadn't gotten hard. Not until he smelled that sweet scent and all he could think about was a mystery woman walking around the office without panties on, sitting at her desk with her sweet heat hidden just underneath. He quickly circled your name in his notebook, adding a few question marks before hiding his notebook in his desk, grabbing your notebook, he scurried off to the bathroom.
He quickly got into the stall and started unbuttoning his pants. He knew he would have a late night of paperwork so he couldn't risk cumming his pants and wearing them all day. Surely someone would notice his pervy actions then. Somehow the thought of that made him even harder. What if you caught him with your little red book and cum-stained pants, what would you do? Would you punish him for being a naughty boy? Or would you give the ultimate punishment by ignoring him?
At this point, he was shamelessly bucking into his hand with his nose buried in the book. While his eyes were close to the book, he could still read a few lines. "-get so wet thinking about getting caught" knowing that he wasn't the only one who felt this way. He imagined dropping pencils on purpose as you walked by to try and get a peep up your skirt. He thought about you sitting just like him, pressed against the stall, fingers lifting up your hem and delicately touching yourself where that sweet smell emanated from.
And that was all it took to get him over the edge, spilling hot into his hand, very careful to not get it on his pants. Coming down from his high, he absentmindedly shut the book and instantly regretted it. In his forgetfulness, he had shut the book with his cum covered hands and smudged a small amount of himself onto the page. He had begun to panic; now he had really and truly tainted you with himself. he frantically cleaned himself up and tried to wipe away the evidence quickly drying on the page, to no avail. The corner that he had grabbed with his thumb had a visible texture difference from the rest of the page. It was slightly stiffer and the lettering of the pen was slightly smudged.
How was he supposed to return it to you now? Now that you would know exactly what he had done with it; now that you could see how naughty he was. In an effort to not work himself up again, he closed the pages, thinking that he would figure out how to clean it that night at home.
You hustled past his desk, trying to look as natural as possible as to not raise suspicions from him. You dropped the case files at your desk and rushed off to the bathroom. Because you were so busy thinking about the book this morning, you did your usual morning routine, not paying much attention. And of course, you forgot one crucial garment, your panties. It wasn't normal for you to wear them so you hadn't thought to put them on this morning, forgetting about the ENTIRE CHAPTER ABOUT THAT EXACT THING. How could you have forgotten something this important? You looked in the mirror trying to convince yourself that it wasn't obvious but your vintage maxi skirt was made of an unfortunately revealing 90s polyester. At least it was black so if someone were to look, it would be harder to tell. You sat on the toilet in the stall and rested your head on the cool tile behind you, banging it slightly to tell yourself off for not thinking ahead.
Chapter six... he was on chapter six. Had he read the previous five chapters? If he had, she had a lot of explaining to do. He was the fastest reader she knew so he could have finished the entire notebook already. That poor innocent boy shouldn't have read about all of the nasty things in there. Did he know you were the one who wrote it? Did he know that the 'Him' in the book was Doctor Reid himself? Did he know that you wanted to praise him and call him a good boy, how you wanted to see him so thoroughly undone beneath you, pleading for mommy to let him cum?
Your face became more and more heated as the images of him became solidified in your mind. You took a second to calm down. You knew you had to avoid him because of the pantie situation, but you also knew how he thought from a profilers point of view. He would probably enjoy the adventure of trying to find who it belonged to and he would also most likely have taken notes on how you wrote and your handwriting. As much as you loved every second you got to spend with him, it was not your day. You had paperwork that required you to talk to and getting information from him, and he would have to look over your writing. This meant he would have to look at your writing and with his eidetic memory, he would for sure be able to see the similarities between them. This meant your entire day you would be avoiding someone you had to talk to and completing paperwork with the disadvantage of writing the least like you as possible.
You took a couple deep breaths before leaving the stall and splashing a little bit of cold water on your face and neck, prepared to keep your head high. You left the bathroom quickly and sat at your desk, head down focused on not fucking up your disguised handwriting as much as possible.
Spencer sat at his desk, too tired from his bathroom escapades to further his investigation. He decided he better get to work on the case files on his desk, as most of them required him to give them to the new recruit. You two hadn't talked much yet as you were still on your first two weeks of trial work before you could join the team but Hotch liked your work ethic and Garcia loved your personality so things seemed to be going well. He didn't know much about you but he was intrigued. Most newcomers were overdressed and overly official, trying to look as professional as possible but you would come in overly large cardigans and maxi skirts, always professional but with your own charm to it. Your hair was always clipped up in some effortlessly stylish way because you couldn't stand hair in your way.
Now that he had finally noticed you, he couldn't stop looking over, noticing the ways you would blow your hair out of your face or twirl the little piece of hair that fell down at the back of your neck. Were you really the one writing this journal, he had to obtain more data before testing his theory of you or things could sour very quickly. He decided to get up to ask you a couple questions about the paperwork, as a way to peep at your desk and possibly your handwriting. He got up, and that's when he realized his legs were a little shakey and his hands were trembling. He was a little older than you and had been in the BAU longer than you, so why should he be so nervous asking you what you required for the case file. He knew deep down it was because a couple hours ago he had just had his hand wrapped around his cock thinking of you, or at least he thinks it's you.
As he walked towards your desk, he was looking down at the floor, having a hard time meeting your gaze. When he looked up, you were nowhere to be seen. He spotted a flash of your clips and your blood-red cardigan heading towards hotches office. Now that you were gone, he felt like it was a little inappropriate to snoop on your desk so he decided to get more paperwork done while waiting for you.
Unfortunately, this kept happening, every time it seemed like you stopped bustling, he would get up to ask and you would be off again. He wasn't able to meet you anywhere or anytime and get more than a word out before you would be gone again. He wasn't sure if Hotch had just given you a lot of work to do that day but a part of him had the inkling that you were avoiding him all day.
This, unfortunately, meant that at the end of the day, neither of you could go home, with just one case file left between you. As everyone else had left for the day, it was only you, Hotch, and Spencer left. Hotch was waiting for you two and Spencer knew that he wanted to go home to Haylie and the baby. He looked over at you at your desk, you looked exhausted. Your hair had come down slightly and your skin had a dewy sheen to it from running around all day. Spencer came up beside you slowly as to not overstress you, he could tell that you were already somewhat on edge. "Hey, I just was wondering if we could compare our sheets to make sure we have everything we need," he said in a gentle tone that stirred her from the sheet she was looking at. "Yeah you can look at it," you said, unable to meet his eyes as you handed him the sheet, pretending to focus on your work. You saw his hands trembling as he slid his own sheet over to you. He was tired and ready to go home. Part of you felt bad for running from him all day but the other part of you knew you were shaking as much as him. It felt that if you even brushed fingers, he would see into your mind with an electric shock and you knew you would be toast. So you decided to stay as far away from him but he had a different idea. He pulled his rolly chair over and sat tantalizingly close to you.
While you were having an internal freak out over being too close to him, Spencer was so focused on sussing you out that he didn't even notice. His eyes poured over your writing. It could be a coincidence and maybe he just wanted it to be your book but it seemed like your handwriting was shakey in a way that said you weren't used to writing like this. You didn't write in cursive but there was an unmistakable similarity between your T's and the T's in the book. He racked his brain for the things that stood out about the things that stood out in the book and remembered the zeros. His eyes hurried to the bottom of the page, looking for the date next to the signature. Ѳ7/22/2ѲѲ5.
The exact little wany the zeros looked in the book. As he confirmed his suspicions he dropped his pencil on the ground and it rolled under your feet. "s-sorry" he stumbled out, reaching down for it. "Don't worry about it, I've got it." You said bending down to pick it up. As you bent down, your butt lifted off your seat and your blood-red cardigan lifted up just enough that he could see your butt through your skirt and smell your perfume as you moved. 'No panties, repeat no panties.' went ricocheting through his brain, intoxicated with your scent." t-That's ok! I'm all done! You can keep looking at my sheets! I- um I have to go." he said, voice cracking as he jumped up from his chair, his satchel held tightly over his growing bulge in his pants. as he rushed to grab his stuff before practically running to his car. Spencer knew a lot but the only thing he could be absolutely certain of right now was how truly and entirely fucked he was.
Hi guys! this would have been up yesterday but I lost half of this when my computer crashed! It was such a shame too because I met this guy when I was out today who had the cutest shy personality like season 1 spencer and it really inspired my writers flow. Well I hope you liked this chapter too! Give me a message if you wanted to be added to the tag list <3
I guess this is a Switch!Spencer (mainly Sub! Spencer)X reader fan fiction this is my first fan fiction I’ve written since middle school so bare with me and feel free to message me constructive criticism. This will probs be multiple chapters but I just couldn’t get this idea off of my mind so here we go! And yes this season 1/2 Spencer because he is just the cutest!
Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader
Plot: Doctor Spencer Reid has heard of little black books, but that pales in comparison to what he has just found in the BAU’s elevator. A sweetly scented notebook filled with salacious journal entries illustrating the writer's sexual fantasies. He doesn’t know what it is about this book but all he can think of is finding its owner.
TLDR: Spencer finds your kinky notebook and uses super sleuth skills to find you.
Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on
Chapter TW: Cumming in pants, Hinting at sex, exhibitionism, no panties, Language, General 18+, Hinting at future kinks
As Spencer read these sentences, he paused. Not for the warning of so-called curses, there was no scientific evidence for such things and Spencer knew magic was just science with a trick of the eye, but for the vehement warning making him feel intruding on whoever had left their journal in the elevator.
It had caught his eye as he stepped into the elevator on his way out of the office. As someone who had lost plenty of books in his days roaming the halls of the BAU, he knew how frustrating it was to not know what happened at the end. As he picked it up, he noticed the cover. It was old, bound in aged cherry red leather, yet too small to be more than a pocketbook. He had found your message while searching for a name to return the book to, and simply reading the first page already felt prying.
Alas, one sentence enticed him “If it comes into the right hands, You can find me.” Where his hands the right ones to come into? The probability of that could be found easily by calculating how many people got on and off of this specific elevator that day, no, in the past hour, with the hustle and bustle of people leaving for the day. Spencer could and he would calculate it he wasn’t so distracted by the message and his voracity to solve this mystery.
Tentatively, he flipped the page, finding a handwritten table of contents. This book had obviously been very important to the reader if they had taken the time to write in page numbers, detailed headings, and chapters. The table was nearly full of chapter titles in scrawled cursive lettering. His eyes stopped on the first chapter title. “Male Needs” with shakey lettering. He could tell by your handwriting that you grew more confident in your journaling as the chapters progressed, the hesitations in your strokes growing few and far between.
As he flipped the page once more he had reached the next floor and a large group of people bustled into the elevator. Spencer shied away from them, not just because he had an aversion to contact with strangers and their germs, but because of the sentences, he had read underneath that first chapter “I do not need a man, a man needs me. Yet, when I am with a man, I have needs. Needs that most men can’t fulfill. I need a man that eats pussy like it’s the only way to quench his thirst-“ and with that Spencer slammed the book shut, earning some confused looks from the others on the elevator. He should have heeded the warning because now all he could think about was the fact that this was your nervous entry and as your confidence grew, it was bound to escalate from there. He wasn’t sure if it was his flustered mind or the heat growing deep from inside him that made him feel dirty; not because it scandalized him, but because these were someone’s fantasies and he had intruded in their secrets and soiled them with his mind.
Ding! He had reached the ground floor and that was when he decided to leave it alone. He couldn’t bring it to the lost and found as it would be more likely to end up in the wrong hands there and your secrets would be for someone else to find, not that he even knew who you were.
On his drive home, he tried to think of anything else besides the book. His lunch, Garcia’s new item she added to her collection, how to get back at Derek for putting salt in the sugar container, but his mind kept wandering. It didn’t help that the notebook sat tauntingly on top of his satchel as if saying “Open me, you know you want to. You want to know who I am. You can find me.” There was no way that it had been there for that long as the janitor was on duty today and he had been on the elevator two hours ago on his way to clean the top floor. Since Spencer had left a little later than most people that meant there were multiple elevators full of people who would have noticed. He knew it wasn’t so but part of him felt as if you had left it there specifically for him to find. Like it was made for him. He quickly shook off the thought and went back to who it could be. He wanted to return it without reading any more. You clearly would miss it but he couldn’t imagine you wanted others to know about what lay in those folded corners of your book and your mind.
As he walked up the steps of his complex, he clutched onto the notebook with all of his strength, he feared that he would look down and it would have disappeared, he wanted to keep your deepest secrets safe as if they were his own. He was only able to relinquish his grip when he shut and locked the door to his apartment. He set it on the table as he got prepared for the night. By now he had limited his pool to 54 women who were regularly in and out of the elevator at that time of day which was a cut down in comparison to the 860 roughly women in that building on any given day. But that number still wasn’t small enough. He had to minimize the sample size even further. That was the only reason he reopened to the table of contents, right? Not because of his own morbid curiosity and definitely not because of the heat burning in his stomach.
He looked down at the page numbers, still too nervous to look at the titles, and saw that each entry was a page long consisting of 23 entries and one with a title but no page numbers. Not chapters as he previously thought but entries giving lascivious details into what he had not yet mustered up the courage to read. He was still unable to look at the titles in fear of what he might find. If graphic depictions of female oral sex were displayed under “Male Needs”, what possibly could lie ahead.
For now, he studied the handwriting. Cursive, not often used by many younger women, was often associated with antiquities and traditional values but he noticed something off. There was a very specific curl to certain numbers. Every even number had a specific extra curl or flourish to it and the zeros had a line through it like a “do not enter” sign. This went directly against the hypothesis that you were an older woman that the cursive provided; as many older women who wrote in cursive stuck to the rules even when it came to numbers. She wasn’t old enough to even be Hotch’s age but she appreciated the charm of the past. 'Who is this girl?' Spencer wondered. He was able to narrow it down to about half of his previous lot, excluding the women on his team. He had seen them write enough to know their handwriting inside and out. And while Garcia’s had similar flourishes to yours, she never crossed her zeros.
Spencer knew that he would have to read at least the chapter titles to grasp a better understanding of your handwriting and who you could possibly and as his eyes scanned the page, for the first time in a while he was actually reading slowly; putting all of his focus into each word and what order they were in. Unfortunately, his focus was his downfall. His face became so hot that he felt as if you could see steam coming off of it.
Table of contents:
Male Needs
Praise
Degradation
Mommy
Daddy
Work
Exhibition
Choking
Collars
Breeding
And that was all he could take. Ha couldn’t look at the thirteen and a half more entries, even this much knocked the wind out of him. He didn’t have much experience with women and certainly not enough to understand what all of those words necessarily entailed but he knew that whatever it was keeping his internal fire roaring with heat.
While he hated snooping, he knew he would need more information. He chose the chapter that sounded the most mundane out of all of them, "Work." ‘What was more normal than work.’ he thought, but he was so sorely mistaken.
"Work:
"Before I move on to exhibitionism, I have to talk about work. Yes, I would love to have sex at work where I and my partner are one step away from getting caught, I haven’t done that yet. I want to tell you what I have done. Almost every day I go to work wondering if the others can tell that I’m not wearing underwear.”
His heat spread from his face down until it pooled in his loins and his cock became hard imagining this mystery girl walking the halls of the BAU with a breeze in her skirt, nearly exposing the secret that lied beneath. Had he sat next to you when you were partaking in this activity? What would he have done if your skirt bunched up your thigh as you sat, exposing the tan lines where your underwear should be. Would he be able to see you in your tight work pants with no pantie lines and be the only one who truly knows your secret?
“I kinda want to be caught someday by Him. I wonder what he would do. Would he tell me off for being unprofessional? Would he take me to that storage closet 3 doors past Garcia’s office, just far enough away that he could teach me a lesson for being naughty at work?”
He felt so dirty, inserting himself into the fantasies of a girl which he did not even know that he almost glanced across the use of Him, capital H.i.m. He wanted to indulge in his imagination that in some way or another that the “Him” in question was in fact the man reading this with trembling hands and an impossibly hard cock. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining situations in the storage closet that he regularly used as a reading nook when he needed time away from the others.
He rested his head on the pages of the book, hoping somehow that his dirty thoughts would be transplanted from his head and back into the pages so that he could stop thinking about you. His efforts were thwarted as this action meant that he could spoil himself in your scent that enveloped the book. As if you had wrapped it in the deepest most vulnerable part of you to hide it away from others. You smelled of bergamot, patchouli, and musk but deeper than that, you smelled like sweet, tart berries and honeysuckle in summer. There was something else that he couldn’t put his finger on at first but it was intoxicating all of his senses. It was saccharine, heat, and sex all combined in one. When it clicked, it no longer felt as if his head was pressed against a book but as if his he sat kneeling on the ground with his cheek resting in your inner thigh, your hot sex waiting for his indulgence, “like it's the only way to quench his thirst” echoed in his brain. The scent was your natural pheromones beckoning him closer with the promise of a treat.
And that was it. That was what sent him over the edge. The purest embodiment of your scent had him cumming, hot in his pants.
You sat down at the edge of your bed after a long day at work; shucking off your work clothes to get as comfy as you could in your PJs as a way to unwind from the day. You went to grab your lip balm from your bag and noticed that the front pocket of your bag had been left open. You instantly panicked, searching everywhere for your little red book. The one that kept the key to your deepest secrets and darkest fantasies. You tore your bag apart, knowing that you had it at the end of your workday because you took it out of your desk drawer and tucked it back into its home in your bag. You cursed your carelessness for not double-checking that you zipped your bag before leaving. With your forgetfulness, you knew it would happen one day but you didn't realize it would be this soon.
There was an odd mix in your heart and your stomach. Part of you felt your heart drop through your ass thinking that it had ended up in the wrong hands, part of you had butterflies thinking about someone knowing the deepest parts of you, intimately in your own words. You had the assurance that your name was nowhere to be seen in the book but you also knew that you worked with people who analyzed people's dark desires for a living. While none of your fantasies involved murder, they were like precious gems that you kept locked away in your heart. You couldn't dare imagine what would happen if it came into His hands. While you were the youngest at the BAU, only by a few months and you weren't even part of the group because you were still tentative, you couldn't put your dirty thoughts into the innocent head of the pretty boy genius. It was almost more worrisome than if SSA Hotchner or Gideon found it and you were fired. The idea of tainting someone so pure...
You had to literally shake your head to clear your thoughts. Imagining His face tinged red in innocence reading through your lewd writing had your head in a tizzy. Imagining Doctor Spencer Reid sifting through the pages with lightning-fast fingers, stroking down the pages of smut as you had imagined him stroking down your thighs so many times before. You decided to bury your head in your pillow, hoping that would calm your mind enough to slip into slumber.
Unfortunately for you both, your efforts would be fruitless and you would both go to sleep unknowingly thinking of each other.
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