A Drop of Heaven | S.R
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Summary - BAU Unit Chief Spencer Reid is unhappily married and desperately horny. You’re his new assistant who he finds so alluring, he’s not sure how long he can keep his hands off of you. And the problem is, you don’t want him to.
A/N - this is for my “Cheating” Square for @cmbingo and thank you @andiebeaword for helping me with the title!
Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader
Category - pure smut, NSFW 18+ (minors DNI)
Content Warnings - age gap (reader is in her 20’s and Spencer in his 40’s) swearing, cheating, slightly dominant Spencer, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of “angel”, “good girl” and “whore”.
Word Count - 3.6k (I can write something short!)
Masterlist
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You crossed one leg over the other, straightening your back and keeping your hands still in your lap.
His gaze was intense as he looked you across his desk, profiling you no doubt.
Could he tell your heart was beating erratically under his unwavering stare? Did he notice the small bead of sweat gathering at your temple?
Did he realise the real reason you crossed your legs was so you could press your thighs together in an attempt to stem how turned on you were?
You’d worked for the BAU in the capacity of the Unit Chief’s secretary for four months now.
You took care of business for him while he was away on cases, answered calls and responded to emails on his behalf.
When he was in the office you made him coffee and brought him lunch and helped him sift through case files.
He was much older than you, you’d place him in mid forties while you were still in your early twenties. Older men weren’t usually your thing.
But he was an exception to that rule.
He had eyes that held the weight of the things he’d seen in his time on the job. He had a heavy air about him of a man struggling with inner demons.
But he was immeasurably attractive. Maybe it had something to do with his position of power. Perhaps you were attracted to the fact he was your boss. It was conceivable that the real reason you wanted him to rail you was because it was forbidden.
The BAU’s Unit Chief Spencer Reid was entirely off limits. But that didn’t stop you from fantasising about him throwing you over his desk every time you entered his office.
The silence stretched out and it was making you uncomfortable and left too much time for sordid thoughts to swirl around your brain.
Surely he knew what he was doing to you?
It was late and the rest of the team had left for the day. Just as you were leaving too, Doctor Reid had called you into his office, but he was yet to explain why.
After several minutes of tense silence, he exhaled slightly, running a hand through his tangled mess of hair.
The gold wedding band on his finger taunted you, a reminder of one of the many reasons your fantasies would never come to fruition.
As though he could somehow hear your thoughts, he finally spoke.
“I’m a married man.” He placed his hands flush on the edge of the desk.
You swallowed, pressing your thighs together.
“Yes sir, I know.” You spoke politely.
“Not happily, mind you.” He finally tore his eyes off of you and you saw them land on a photograph of him and his wife Maeve on their wedding day.
“I’m not sure I understand, sir.”
“We’ve been married for almost fifteen years and for at least ten of them we haven’t been happy.”
You had no idea why he was telling you this. You of all people.
Did the rest of the team know? Or were you being let into a secret, a small glimpse of the elusive Doctor’s personal life?
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
His eyes suddenly landed back on you and you felt a lump form in your throat as it often did when he looked at you.
“She's been having an affair and has been for years. She thinks I don’t know.” He chuckled dryly.
“Oh.” You really didn’t know how he expected you to respond to that. “With all due respect, Doctor Reid, I’m not sure why you’re telling me this.”
You noticed something in his eyes shift when you called him by his honorific. Maybe if you hadn’t been working with profilers you wouldn’t have seen it.
“Miss Y/L/N,” he leant forward on the desk that separated you. “We both know you’re incredibly intelligent, much too intelligent to be working as my assistant. So I think you know exactly why I’m telling you this.”
A heat spread between your legs as you watched him stand from his chair and rounded the barrier between you. He came in front of you and sat down on the edge of the desk, so close to you, your legs almost brushed against one another’s.
“I uh…” you swallowed, squeezing your thighs together once more. “I don’t want to say anything at the risk of being wrong.”
Spencer offered you the dirtiest smile you’d ever seen and you knew then you weren’t wrong.
“I have to be very careful how I word this, Miss Y/L/N. I can’t afford a scandal. I think it’s fair for me to assume that you are attracted to me. It doesn’t take a profiler to notice the way you press your thighs together when I look at you or see the way you look at me when I speak. I don’t mean to come across as arrogant, but I’m fairly certain in my assumption.”
Again you swallowed, trying desperately not to squeeze your thighs together.
“You’re uh…attractive. For an older man.”
“Ouch.” Spencer laughed, placing his palm against his heart. “I suppose that’s fair. Do you dress this way for men your own age?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Doctor.”
This time when you used the term, you saw him visibly shudder.
“The short skirts and low cut blouses. Are they just for my pleasure?”
You tried not to give anything away with your expression because he was right. You never dared to dress so provocatively in your life outside of the BAU. The exposed skin was solely for Doctor Reid’s benefit.
“Do you derive pleasure from them?” You countered, feeling your confidence grow ever so slightly.
He laughed, averting his gaze.
“I need to be clear with you Y/N,” he looked back at you, eyes dark. “I find you extremely beautiful, intelligent and…incredibly sexy. But I am your boss and the last thing I would ever want to do is make you uncomfortable. So if my feelings are one sided I need you to tell me to back off.
This is a safe space. If you don’t want me in that way just say the word and we will pretend this never happened. We will continue working together and it won’t change anything. Just because I am your boss, doesn’t mean you have to say yes to anything you don’t want to do. Do you understand?”
You swallowed hard and nodded.
He leant forward a little, his hair falling in his face.
“I need to hear you say it. Do you understand, Y/N?”
“Yes sir. I understand.” You croaked.
“Good girl.” He smirked at you. “Now, in that vein, if I was to tell you that I would like nothing more than to do unspeakable things to you…is that something that would interest you?”
You shuddered and you knew Spencer saw it because his smirk grew.
“God good, Doctor.” You breathed, pressing your thighs firmly together. “What would your wife think?”
His smirk vanished and his jaw clenched tightly.
“My wife is nothing but a whore. She’ll sleep with anyone who pays her the slightest bit of attention. Everyone except me. We’ve slept in separate beds for years. We live different lives side by side, too cowardly to admit that we hate each other. My wife hasn’t touched me in over a year. I am starved for the touch of a woman. Your touch to be precise.”
“I…Jesus.” You felt hazy with lust.
Spencer surprised you when he dropped to his knees on the floor, his eyes wandering up your legs.
Without meaning to you uncrossed your legs and parted them, allowing Spencer to kneel between your thighs. His hands hovered over your thighs as though afraid to touch you.
He looked up at you through his lashes, his bottom lip rolling between his teeth.
“I will ask you once and once only. And remember, do not feel obliged to say yes. Only say yes if you want to. Would you like to sleep with me, Miss Y/L/N? Because I would very much like to-“
“Yes.” You cut him off, unable to hold back. “Yes Doctor Reid. I would like that a lot.”
He smirked at you again and slowly lowered his palms to your knees. He pushed your legs further apart and your skirt hoisted up your legs.
You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment at what he would find.
As if on cue he looked up from between your legs and into your eyes.
“You don’t wear panties to work, Miss Y/L/N?” He hissed, his hands squeezing your knees.
“N-no Doctor Reid. N-not always.”
“You’re so wet.”
“Yes, Doctor Reid.” Your voice trembled with anticipation.
“How long have you been imagining this, angel?” His hands slid a little higher, fingers ghosting over the skin of your inner thighs.
“Fuck…” you shivered at his touch. “T-too long. Since I f-first met you.”
“Well then,” he bowed his head a little, lips just inches from your thigh. “I better not disappoint.”
He pressed his lips gently against the skin of your thigh but it was enough for your first moan to escape your throat.
Spurred on, Spencer kissed a little higher and then higher still.
Your legs were trembling and you wondered if he’d be able to make you come without even touching you.
He looked up at you through his lashes once more.
“Before we go any further, I have some rules.” He moved his lips to your other thigh.
“O-ok.” You stuttered.
“Rule number one: you will never tell anyone about what happens inside this office. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Rule number two: you will address me only as Doctor or Doctor Reid, but nothing else. Do you understand?” He kissed a little higher.
“Yes si…Doctor.”
“Good girl.” He rewarded you with another kiss, this time even higher still. “Rule number three: you can say no at any time. If you feel uncomfortable in anything I am doing, you can say stop. I will not be offended or angry. Understand?”
“Yes Doctor.”
“Do I have permission to touch you wherever I like? To kiss you wherever I see fit?”
“Yes.” God you were getting desperate for his touch.
“Good. And in return you have my permission to do the same.” His lips were so high now he must be able to feel the heat emanating from between your legs.
Taking in his words you allowed your shaky hands to move to cup the base of his neck, toying with the hair that grazed it.
He smiled at you encouragingly and his hands moved higher up your legs, pushing your skirt all the way up.
His nimble fingers danced along the trail his lips had forged and before you had a chance to prepare yourself, he ran his index finger through your folds, gathering your wetness on his digit.
You gasped loudly, involuntarily tugging on his curls.
He smirked, raising his hand and running the same finger along your bottom lip.
You parted your lips and allowed his finger to slide inside your mouth, tasting yourself on his finger. You moaned around his digit.
“Do you taste good, angel?”
You sucked on his finger, keeping your eyes on his.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself, Doctor Reid?”
Now it was Spencer who gasped, removing his finger from your mouth and placing his hand back on your knee.
“God I am a sucker for a sassy woman.” He smiled at you, before bowing his head between your legs.
He exhaled a breath that fluttered through your core, causing you to tug on his hair again, harder than before.
When his tongue finally found its way to nestle on your clit, you saw stars.
He worked with precision, circling his tongue on your most sensitive area and causing delicious moans to fall from your lips.
You were so wrapped up in the way his tongue felt you didn’t notice his hand move higher up your thigh and you practically screeched when you felt two fingers entering you.
Your fingers were lost in Spencer’s hair, tangled in the tresses as his long, lithe digits curled against your core and his tongue continued its work.
He was moaning into you, clearly enjoying the way you tasted and felt around him.
Your head fell back against the back of the chair and you let your eyes flutter closed.
His fingers moved in and out of you with expert precision and he devoured you with his tongue as though you were his favourite meal.
Spencer used his free hand to blindly work on his belt and after a few failed attempts he managed to free his aching cock from his pants.
His head was already leaking with precome, he’d been hard the moment you’d walked into his office.
You moans were becoming ragged and your breathing heavy and Spencer knew well enough that meant you were reaching your pique.
He continued to help you climb, his focus between your legs while he lazily pumped his erection.
Your thighs were trying to clamp around his face and you were pulling his hair at the roots.
“D-Doctor…” you panted as he used his tongue to run through your folds and collect your wetness.
He dove his fingers deep inside of you.
“Come for me angel, that’s a good girl.” He spoke before settling his tongue back on your clit to finish your climb to the top.
A strangled moan escaped you before your body started convulsing in the chair. He collected every little drop of your orgasm and swallowed it down before he sat back and looked at you.
Your heavy eyes quickly found his hand around his cock. He sat back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before working on loosening his tie while he continued to pump himself.
He got free of his tie and pushed himself up from the floor.
“Time for you to return the favour, angel.” He ran his finger over your jaw.
You nodded dumbly, pushing yourself up from the chair and to your knees in front of him.
He let go of his shaft and planted his fingers in your hair, guiding you closer to his dick.
As soon as you wrapped your lips around his head, you tasted his precome and you moaned around him.
Spencer bucked his hips, encouraging you to take him deeper.
You gripped his hip with one hand, balling up the fabric of his pants while you wrapped the other around the base of his shaft.
He watched in awe as inch by inch he disappeared inside your mouth until he was sheathed completely.
Spencer was by no means a small man, and you took him all without a sound.
He slipped his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor and started working the buttons of his shirt while he thrust into your mouth.
The combination of your lips and tongue and the way you took him so well was a heady experience. Spencer had barely gotten the last button of shirt undone when he felt his balls tightening.
“Good god angel, you know how to take a dick.”
You hummed around him, grading your teeth ever so slightly down his shaft as his thrust to the back of your throat.
“Do you do this a lot, huh? Let strange men put their dicks in your mouth? Are you a whore, Y/N?”
You moaned and the vibration sent Spencer over the edge.
He thrust really hard as he came, shooting his load down your throat.
“Swallow it all like a good girl.” He panted as he spoke.
Once you were sure he was expelled, you sat back and stood up, pulling your skirt back down.
But Spencer wasn’t through with you yet.
He looked a complete picture with his shirt hanging open and his now softening dick hanging out of his slacks. But his eyes were as hungry as ever.
He stepped closer to you and in one swift move he tore open your blouse revealing your silk bra beneath.
He reached under your shirt and unhooked the garment and watched you wriggle out of both your bra and shirt, discarding them on the floor.
You stood bare, now only in your skirt while he scrutinised you.
Your nipples stood to attention under his gaze. He advanced slowly, eyes back on yours and raised his arms. Each of his hands came to rest on one of your breasts.
“How many men have seen you like this, Y/N? Do you make a habit of letting random men have their way with you?” He squeezed your breasts.
“Would you like it if I was a whore like your wife, Doctor?” You dared sass him.
His eyes turned black and saw his jaw clench. He let go of your breasts and grabbed you by the wrist.
He spun you so your back was to him and bent you over his desk with a little force.
One hand moved your skirt back up your legs while the other pushed firmly on your lower back.
“You were being so good up until then.” He growled. “You don’t get to talk about her with your dirty whore mouth, understood?”
“Yes Doctor.” You smirked to yourself, loving the rise you were getting out of him.
His fingertips lightly grazed your bare ass and then without warning he raised his hand and slapped you hard across the ass cheek.
You yelped a little, but the pain was dizzying.
He repeated the action a few times until your cheek was red and throbbing.
His other hand moved to your hair where he balled the tresses in his hand and yanked your head back.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take my cock?” He pressed against you and you could feel how hard he was again.
“Yes, Doctor.” You whined. “I can take your cock so well.”
He pressed his head at your entrance, yanking on your hair again.
“We’ll see about that, angel.” He forcibly thrust into you, filling you up in one swift move.
Your moans echoed around the room as he buried himself deep inside of you.
Spencer hissed loudly, tugging on your hair as his head fell back.
He rocked his hips, starting slowly with his thrusts but it wasn’t long before he picked up his pace, slamming into you over and over again.
You buried your face into a pile of paperwork briefly but then Spencer was yanking you back by the hair again. You arched your back, using your hands to steady yourself on the desk.
His lips latched onto your neck and he started sucking deep bruises into your flesh whilst fucking you harder.
He was panting and sweating, his shirt hanging onto his shoulders for dear life. He finally let go of your hair and you fell flush on the desk.
He grabbed your ass cheeks, digging his blunt fingernails into your skin that would no doubt leave marks.
Your legs were shaking as your second orgasm built.
Harder and harder he pounded into you, grunting and moaning as he did so.
You would surely be sore tomorrow, but it would be the best kind of pain.
“You take it so well. You’re such a good, good girl.” He gave your ass a pat of appreciation.
“I can take anything you have to give, Doctor.” You goaded him.
It worked because Spencer started thrusting with even more vigour, pounding against your core and drawing your orgasm ever closer.
“Such a fucking tight little pussy for such a whore.” He grunted, giving your ass another slap.
His words made you moan louder, and you felt the heat spreading between your legs.
“I’m gonna come, D-Doctor.”
“Good girl.” He thrust one last time before the two of you came undone together.
He stayed inside of you lazily thrusting while you rode out your orgasms. Eventually he pulled out, turned you over and helped you to your feet.
In complete contrast to moments ago, he gently cupped your face, his touch featherlight.
And then for the first time, he kissed you.
He drew you in close and pressed his lips against yours. You instinctively parted your lips and his tongue edged inside.
He kept one hand on your cheek and used the other to cup the back of your neck. The kiss was deep yet strangely soft.
He kissed you until you were both gasping for air. He helped you dress again before sorting his own clothes.
You left his office together and silently rode the elevator down to the ground floor as though nothing had happened. In the parking lot he briefly touched your cheek again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, angel.”
You felt your cheeks burning under his gaze.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Doctor Reid.” You smiled bashfully at him.
You parted ways, going to your separate cars.
When you reached your car, you turned back to find him already staring at you.
“Everything ok, Doctor?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and even across the parking lot you could see his eyes turn dark.
“Panties will never be a required part of your office attire, just so you know.”
You felt the heat spread between your legs again at his insinuation.
“I’ll bear that in mind, Doctor Reid.” You unlocked your car and slid into the driver's seat.
As your car pulled away, he stood dumbstruck watching you go.
Now he’d had a taste of you he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop there. You were forbidden fruit, his employee and he was married.
But he’d also never felt more alive than he did at this current moment in time. And he knew one taste would never be enough.
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