Summary: You were determined to stay collected and have your professor make the first move. To make him believe he's the one desperate for you. He's onto you though. He knows what you want, what you need. And he's going to give it to you.
Warnings: Professor!Spencer, fem!Reader, Teacher/student relationship, age gap, smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), NO Y/N, fingering, praise kink, degradation, dacryphilia, humiliation, semi-public sex, rough sex, creampie, choking, aftercare. If I missed any warnings please tell me!
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Criminology wasn't the first class you'd voluntarily take. It was interesting enough, really. But not at all necessary for your degree.
You loved true crime as much as the next college-aged girl. That's what your excuse would be, at least, when people would inevitably ask why the hell you signed up for the class. But the real reason?
You'd seen him on campus a couple times, only a semester ago. His jagged yet put-together exterior intrigued you. His eyes met yours, if only for a split second. He was perceptive. Very perceptive.
The third time you saw him meeting with the dean, you knew you were hooked. You felt yourself mouth the syllables of his name. Heard the sound falling off your lips in a whispered tone as you overheard him introduce himself to the Criminal Law professor.
Doctor Spencer Reid.
You'd done your research, as any self-respecting student would. He was an FBI agent working for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. He was a proper genius with several degrees under his belt, even when he was your age.
He wasn't anymore, your age.
A notice got posted on the college's website a few days after your last sighting. Doctor Spencer Reid of the FBI would teach several seminars this semester, with voluntary attendance and limited availability.
You signed up in a heartbeat. You told yourself it was because he was an enigma, a puzzle for you to solve. His posture, eyes and even how he spoke screamed 'Solve me!' You, someone notorious for your ability to read people, couldn't figure him out. It frustrated you. Everything about him invited you to try and peel back the layers to let you see inside.
Were you maybe a tad too obsessed with the man without ever having spoken to him? Obviously, but you couldn't help yourself. You loved a good mystery. And this was one gorgeous mystery.
You tried to be deliberate about everything when you entered the first seminar. Don't spare the professor a second glance, but be genuinely interested. Don't hang off every word falling from his lips but raise your hand often enough to appear engaged. You wanted him to be the one to notice you first, even if it was anything but the truth.
But Professor Reid was a professor in his field for a good reason. He caught your calculated gaze a few times. Watched as you schooled your expression to perfection. Spencer had to admit, you were good. But he was better. He noticed how your stare dropped to his hands as he moved them while speaking. Noticed how the pattern of your breathing was unnatural. If his hearing was superhuman, he would've heard your heart beat irregularly.
You could seek control of the situation as much as you wanted, but your body would betray you time and time again. Spencer thrived in this little cat-and-mouse game you'd tried to set him up for. He knew you'd convinced yourself you were the cat, calculated, ready to pounce. He smiled to himself at the comparison. If only you knew you were the mouse in this situation, insignificant and small under his watchful eye. Something for him to feast on.
He'd seen you that day; the first time he was on campus. Captured your observant eye with amusement simmering in his mind. He knew who you were, and why you were here, the second you walked into the classroom. You'd tried to appear confident, sure of yourself, by walking to a spot near the front without sparing anybody around you a second glance. But Spencer saw it for what it was. A nervous but powerful stride of a girl begging for a grain of validation.
It had been brought to his attention that several girls in the class were only auditing, but not you. You were here for the real deal. You were committed to figuring him out. He could see it in the way your eyes raked over his body, reading his body language with every syllable spoken. You were genuinely interested in the subject matter, even if it was only to listen to him explain it.
He was flattered, really. Although your interest in the professor might've started as superficial as the other girls', he could see himself in the way you lost yourself in the infatuation. It wasn't just his looks that pulled you into his orbit. You were intrinsically aware of the grief, trauma and heartache he'd built up over the years. You were dying to be a part of the gravity that shaped him.
He could see how you had the power to mould people when you had your claws in them. Though, he wasn't sure it was a conscious ability you possessed. Maybe it was just who you were. You had a need for control in every sense of the word. And God, did he want to take it away from you.
If he didn't know any better, he'd be afraid you'd commit a string of murders if only it meant he would have to read into it. Consider every detail of the crime scene so he'd have to figure you out. It was admirable; your passion for complete dominance. But you couldn't fool Spencer.
He saw the way you crossed your arms, bit the skin on your lips until they bled, and picked at the skin around your nails, not quite bringing them up to your mouth to bite them, knowing it would convey insecurity. You were an insecure little girl, convincing yourself of the opposite.
Your need to understand him and domineer every situation was likely a defence mechanism, but he couldn't judge. Not when your little game got him right where you wanted him. Spencer had to applaud your dedication. The anticipation kept him on his toes every time he set foot on campus. He knew you wanted him to break, to make the first move, and he just might have to if he wanted to rid himself of the everlasting tension that seemed to have taken over his body.
Fine. Spencer would play your little game if that's what you wanted.
He saw you getting more confident, convinced he was falling into your trap the second he gave in. How the corners of your lips curled up ever so slightly when his gaze lingered on them. You were so caught up in your success that you failed to notice every action was premeditated on his part. It was only inevitable your eyes would light up with glee and triumph when he requested you to meet him in his office after class.
You knocked on his door tentatively, trying to slow your racing heart.
"Come in." Spencer's voice carried through the door. You turned the handle and stepped inside the dimly lit office.
"You wanted to see me, Professor Reid?" You spoke as your hand lingered on the door, a calculated move to come across as unsure. It was a complete 180 of your usual behaviour in class, but it was a surefire way to let him let you in. You were no threat.
If only you knew how true that was.
"Yes, close the door and have a seat, please." Spencer motioned to the chair across from him. You nodded and closed the door quietly before pulling the chair out and sitting down.
"I would like to discuss your paper with you if you don't mind." Spencer held up the printed copy he insisted everybody hand in. You scoffed when you read the specifications of the assignment. Figures he'd be old school.
"That's fine. Is there something wrong, Professor?" You batted your eyelashes the way you knew no man could resist. The act of the meek, helpless deer.
"There's nothing wrong with it, necessarily. I would simply like to discuss the subject matter with you. You sure picked an interesting topic." Spencer leaned against the back of his chair and interlocked his fingers as he saw you smile.
"What can I say? Your job intrigued me. Though, as I'm sure you could tell from my essay, I can't say I completely agree with the logic behind it." You gave him a small smile to let him know you weren't antagonising but stood behind your choices.
"Some critiques definitely can be taken into account. But it's been proven time and time again, with every case we solve through behavioural analysis, that the science and logic behind it work. Sure, we can be wrong, even way off. But it's a rare occasion." His eyebrows raised in challenge as he spoke. A small smile threatened to appear on his face as he awaited your answer.
You squinted at his apparent amusement. He wasn't taking you seriously. He knew he'd cracked you when your facade dropped. You looked genuinely offended at his lack of interest in your opinion. He almost wanted to laugh at how easy it turned out to be, to get you to drop the act.
"Don't look so smug, Professor. It's not a good look on you." You jabbed. You cursed at yourself. That wasn't an argument. You crossed your arms as you leaned back in the chair, never breaking eye contact.
"I must say, I'm kind of disappointed in you. You seemed to have a great grasp on the subject matter while in class, yet you failed one of the biggest requirements of the assignment."
You frowned at his words, genuinely confused. You egged him to continue talking.
"You see, the main requirement was to stay objective. This essay was anything but. I guess I misjudged you. I assumed you were above letting your personal opinions and vendettas get in the way of your academics. Apparently not." Spencer tsked. He was taunting you.
"How was my essay subjective?" You asked. The more you thought back to it, the more you realized how tainted the words on the pages in his hands were by your disdain for your attraction to him.
You hated him for making you feel the way you did, and you hadn't even realized it until now.
"I expected factual work. The only fact I can get from this essay is that you're driving yourself crazy with how much you want me to fuck you."
You gaped at his vulgar words.
Hook.
"Don't look so scandalized. You knew what you were getting into when you signed up for my class. You made your bed. Now lie in it." Spencer leaned forward and placed his elbows on his desk, crossing his fingers once again.
"I think you're full of shit, Spencer Reid." You sneered.
Line.
"I'm sure you do, sweetheart. And it's Doctor or Professor. I'm not picky." He had the gall to laugh.
"Profile me then, professor. If you're so damn sure of yourself." You rolled your eyes but looked at him expectantly.
Sinker.
"Stand up, lock the door." He instructed. You did as he asked with no rebuttal. He raised from his chair and walked around the desk. You followed him closely with your eyes, unable to predict his next steps.
He placed a singular finger under your chin and lifted it to make you look up at him. "Good girl." He whispered with intent. You tried to give no outward reaction to the words, but as Spencer had come to predict, your body betrayed you. Goosebumps raced down your crossed arms, and your breathing hitched, even if only slightly.
You didn't break eye contact, to Spencer's amusement. You really should've known better.
"You want me to profile you? Sure. In your essay, you kept mentioning speculation. But, you see, it's not speculation. It's deduction. You would've known and been able to differentiate the two if you weren't so busy rubbing your thighs and biting your lips in my class." His words were accompanied by his thumb coming up to your mouth, running it over the chewed-up skin of your bottom lip.
"You want to know what else I deduced just now?" He didn't wait for your reply as he brought his face closer to yours, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
"I think you like being called a good girl. But not because of the validation... No... It's the implication that turns you on." His breath scalded the delicate skin of your neck as he spoke.
You urged him to continue with your silence, breath stuck in your throat.
"You see, most girls like you like being called a good girl because they lack external male validation. They're desperate to hear those words from anyone. Not you, though... No..." Spencer laughed before continuing.
"You like it because it implies a level of authority. You love hearing it, especially from me, because it implies that I have the authority to decide for you what you are. And you wanna know what I think?" He leaned back a little to be able to look you in your wide eyes. He traced his finger over your jaw.
"I think you're a little whore. You don't want someone to validate you. You need someone to completely dominate you." He grabbed your chin forcefully. A soft whimper left your lips before you could stop it.
"Your pupils are dilated, your skin is flushed, and you're barely breathing. That's how I know I'm right. And I'm not speculating, darling." The alarmed look you gave him did nothing to deter him.
"Get on your knees." He demanded as he let go of your chin. You did so without question. You looked up at him expectantly, heart beating in your throat.
"Looks like I finally found a way to shut you up. Though, I can think of other ways. You're going to address me as 'Sir' from now on. You won't speak unless spoken to. Am I clear?"
You nodded quickly, spreading your legs to alleviate the pressure quickly building. Spencer raised an eyebrow before putting his shoe between your thighs, putting even more pressure than before.
"I asked. Am. I. Clear?"
"Yes!" You yelped. A smile that could only be described as devilish made itself apparent on your professor's face.
"Yes, what?" He asked as he pushed the point of his shoe further between your thighs.
"Yes, Sir." You all but moaned as you tried to hold yourself up, keeping your back as straight as it would allow you.
"Good girl." He said the riveting words.
You expected him to pull his pants down and force your mouth on him, but he did no such thing.
"You're gonna make yourself cum on my shoe. You better not make any noise." He instructed.
"Yes, Sir." You mumbled as you slowly started grinding against him. You felt your cheeks get redder and redder in embarrassment. You were mortified at the realization that the humiliated feeling only added to the ease of your grinding, getting wetter and wetter. Your underwear was no longer doing much to keep his shoe clean.
You looked up at Spencer, who looked unaffected. He put his hands in his pockets and sighed as if the current situation was nothing but an inconvenience to him. You slowly put your arms around his leg as you moved closer to him.
Soft whines left your mouth as you felt yourself getting closer. You'd never felt as conflicted before. So incredibly turned on, yet so embarrassed to be basically humping his leg.
Suddenly, Spencer ripped his leg away. You lost your support and fell flat on the floor in front of his feet. "That's enough."
"I thought you said I had to make myself cum, Sir?" You could hear you sounded as desperate as you probably looked.
"And I decided I'm not going to let you. Now, who said you could speak?" You quickly closed your mouth. "That's what I thought."
He gripped your upper arm harshly and hoisted you off the floor. You dared to peek at the shoe that had just now been your seat and were embarrassed to find it reflecting the light, unlike its matte counterpart.
Your legs wobbled as Spencer guided you to his desk. It was only now you realized the shutters weren't completely shut, light from the hallway shining down on your face as he pushed it down against the mahogany when he bent you over at the waist. Spencer followed your gaze.
"I guess you'll really have to be quiet, baby. My office hours start in less than an hour." You met his eyes with your own panicked ones. Anybody who did as much as try and look inside past the shutters would see you bent over his desk. He brushed your hair out of your face before flipping your skirt up and examining the sight before him.
"You soaked right through those panties of yours. Better take 'em off." He said as he hooked his fingers under them and pulled them down. You stepped out of them to the best of your ability.
Spencer picked them up, and gave them a short whiff, before walking around his desk. You didn't dare move but followed him with your eyes, confused. He looked at you as he unlocked a drawer, put them inside, and locked it again. You weren't getting those back.
He walked back around and admired the sight for a little before he unexpectantly gave your ass a harsh smack. You closed your eyes tightly as you felt yourself get wetter at the stinging sensation it left behind.
You jumped as he pushed two fingers inside without preparation. He placed his other hand on your back to push you back down against the desk. His eyes were warning you to stay still as he moved his finger expertly inside you. He brought his thumb to your clit, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noise. The circumstances from before had ensured you were nearing the edge concerningly fast.
When Spencer sped up, you brought a hand to your mouth to muffle any noise. You felt your eyes tear up at the intensity of the sensation, so you squeezed them closed. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, Spencer stepped away. His weight against you was what was keeping you up. You felt your knees buckle as a desperate cry left your lips.
"Please, Spencer. Please."
He looked furious as he grabbed your shoulders, turning you around and pushing you back on the desk. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He pushed your shirt up, exposing more skin to him. He tugged your bra down, not bothering to unclasp it. He tugged roughly at your nipples, making you keen, and the tears finally spill from your eyes.
"Not so tough now, huh?" He mumbled as he undid his belt with one hand. The other was still pawing at your crudely exposed breasts. He didn't bother properly pulling his pants down, only taking his cock out of its confines. You imagined you looked downright filthy compared to how composed the man in front of you still managed to appear. There was a stain on his pants from where your crotch had met his, but other than that, he was pristine.
He gave his cock a few tugs before lining himself up, grabbing your thighs and pushing inside. You couldn't contain the guttural groan that escaped you as the strength of his thrust forced your head off the desk, hanging over the edge. He didn't care as he started pounding away, using his grip on your thighs as leverage.
You could barely breathe, the angle of your neck not allowing much air to flow. Your ears started to ring as blood pooled in your head, making you dizzy as Spencer kept his brutal pace. You tried gripping his arms to pull yourself back up before you passed out, but hardly to any avail. Spencer noticed your struggle and pulled your head back on the desk. The blood rushing back down, along with a particularly harsh thrust, had you moaning his name.
You heard his haggard breath as he continued filling you again and again. The sensation of him inside you drove you crazy, the tears from earlier still fresh on your cheeks. Low groans fell from Spencer's lips when one of his hands moved to your clit, rubbing rough circles.
Just as you'd recovered from your little upside-down stint, Spencer brought the hand still resting on your thigh up to your throat, reclaiming your ability to breathe freely. He squeezed in the exact right spot. Your hands moved to his wrist, not to get him to stop, but as leverage.
"You look so good like this, like a slut for your Professor. Crying on my cock while I decide if you get to breathe." You moaned as your nails dug harshly into his wrist. You were slowly getting lightheaded again.
"You're gonna cum on my cock when I tell you to." He spoke through the sound of skin hitting skin. His voice was strained, low moans reaching your ears.
"Yes, Sir." You struggled to get the words out.
"Good girl," Spencer said once more, giving a few more intentional thrusts deep inside you. A noise that could only be classified as a scream bubbles straight out of your chest when he hit the right spot over and over and over again. He finally released the hold on your neck.
"Cum." The demand had barely reached your ears as your vision went white. You felt his hips stutter against your own, shooting his load in tandem with your own orgasm.
He slowly pulled out and admired the sight of you still trying to recover, legs wide open, dripping with his cum on his desk.
You were on the edge of hyperventilating, all the sensations overwhelming you. Spencer slowly helped you sit up, careful to not let your privates touch the harsh wood of the desk. You let yourself fall against his chest as he held you up.
"Hey, hey. You're okay. Come on, look at me." He spoke softly, in complete contrast to just mere minutes ago. You met his eyes, which had softened tremendously.
"I'm sorry if I was too harsh on you." He quietly apologized, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks.
You shook your head. "No, no... You were right. That was exactly what I needed, I suppose. Good profiler." You chuckled emptily.
Spencer stifled a laugh as he wrapped his arms around you. "Next time, you can just ask for what you want, okay? No more of this little game."
"It was fun, though. Guess I underestimated you, Sir."
Spencer groaned at the title.
"Too soon, baby girl. Maybe clean yourself up before going there again."
You winced as you felt a trickle of his cum down your leg.
"Yeah, maybe." You grimaced. You were going to be sore for the next week.
He lifted your face to his, the action feeling a lot less domineering. His eyes were gentle as he slowly leaned in, placing a delicate kiss on your lips.
"You'll still need to rewrite that essay." He muttered as he pulled away.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, hitting his shoulder lightly before giving him a peck. "Sure thing, Professor."
content: SMUT!! MDNI!!! small age gap, squirting, pussy eating, spit kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink (probably more i went a bit feral on this one)
three weeks of the semester left, which meant three more weeks working with professor reid. Being an exceptional student, you had been asked to be his TA and help with some of his workload, as he still had his job at the FBI, and you were more than happy to oblige. Not only did you find criminal psychology fascinating, but you couldn’t deny you found the young doctor attractive and wanted to savour any time you could spend together. Professor Reid was only a few years older than you, which made the attraction even more difficult to ignore. This wasn’t just another young girl having a crush on her much older professor, it was a woman thinking about her professor, and co-worker, while she touched herself at night. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flirt with Spencer as the weeks of you working together went on. watching the way the tips of his ears blushed and listening to him stumble over his words as he tries to respond is something you cant resist.
It was a Friday night, you were both sat in his office grading the latest paper he set until it had gone dark outside.
‘a few hundred students doesn’t feel like a lot when you see them in the lecture hall, but oh my god there are so many essays’ you groan as you rest your head on his desk, needing to rest your eyes before going back to grading.
‘Tell me about it’ he replied ‘Why do you think I was so happy when they assigned you to me’
‘You mean it wasn't because you think I am pretty?’ you tease him, putting your hand over your heart faking being hurt. you see his eyes trail down to your chest, lingering a little too long on your cleavage.
‘Well, that was just an added bonus’ he smirks, meeting your eyes before quickly getting back to reading. Your breath catches in your throat- did he just flirt back? Cheeks turning pink, you look back down at the paper you were grading trying to distract your thoughts of what it would be like to kiss the fbi genius in front of you.
“Are you okay Miss L/N? Your looking a little flushed” he asked, walking round his desk so he was now in front of you, leaning against it as he looked down at you.
“Oh, yeah i’m fine, sorry my mind is elsewhere” you reply quickly, standing up and reaching behind him to place the essays back on his desk. You look up at him, closer to him than you had ever been in your months working together. He’s looking down at you, lips parted as he gently brushes a loose hair from your face.
“i should go” you whisper, holding your breath at the way his fingers linger on your cheek.
“what if i don’t want you too?” he replied, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head upwards.
“i- professor”
“shit, im trying so hard not to kiss you but every time i hear you call me professor i just can’t think of anything accept how your lips would feel on mine” he groans.
“then stop trying, just kiss me” you whisper, slowly moving your lips closer to his. he gently brushes your lips with his before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, as if to gauge whether to stop. you softly touch his mouth with your fingertips before moving them slowly across his jawline and towards the back of his head. curling his hair around your fingers as you look up at him through thick lashes was the final straw for him- placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling your towards him. the kiss started out as gentle, hesitant, but soon any fear went out the window and you both started losing yourselves in each others mouths. he grabs your hips and spins your round so now your sat on his desk, grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards so you are looking into each other’s eyes.
“is this okay?” he asked “do you want this?”
“god yes” you reply before grabbing his tie to pull him close enough to kiss. wrapping your leg around his waist you pull him closer towards you, subconsciously grinding your aching pussy onto his crotch as you let out a breathy moan.
“fuck you sound so sexy when you moan, even prettier than i imagined” he groaned into your mouth as he ripped of his tie and threw it across the room.
“imagined?“ you smile between kisses “you thought about me professor”
“your telling me you didn’t think of me when you got home and touched yourself? didn’t think about how i would feel between your thighs?“ he replies as he starts to kiss his way down your neck, lingering on your collar bone as he gave it a light bite. you can only let out a moan in response, pulling away from the kiss so you can throw your shirt off.
“jesus christ” he groaned, grabbing your tits and gently pinching your nipples, pulling a breathy moan from you “no bra sweetheart? you fucking tease”
“I had to try get your attention somehow, sir” you whimpered as he pushed your skirt up your hips so it sat around your waist.
“baby, you have had my attention from the minute I saw you” he replied while you finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slip over his shoulders. raking your eyes over his now bare torso, you bite your lip as you take him in.
“like what you see sweetheart?” he laughed lightly as he took off his belt and pulled you into a searing kiss. tongues fighting for dominance, you can only groan into his mouth as a response. his strong thigh finds its way between your legs and you grind down on it looking for some kind of release.
“I would love to watch you cum on my thigh sometime sweetheart, but right now I want- no I need to taste you”
his hands find themselves on your hips before he pulls your panties down your legs, placing them into his pocket as he smirks up at you from between your thighs.
“just taking a souvenir” he says before licking a stripe from your aching hole to your bundle of nerves.
“oh fuckkk” you moaned, louder than you should have.
“baby, if you want me to keep going your going to need to be quiet, can you do that?” you nod your head vigorously and before you can tell him to keep going his mouth is back where you needed it most. you had expected him to know his way around pleasing a woman, he couldn't look like that and not have had a few flings, but he was exceeding every fantasy you had ever had. his tongue continued to work your clit as he entered a finger inside your aching pussy which pulled a string of moans and curses from you.
“I thought you said you could stay quiet? im gonna have to shut you up so I can finish this sweetheart’ he replied, finger still inside you gently pressing on your g-spot as he shoved his tie into your mouth. he reattached his mouth to your clit and added another finger, and you felt like you were in heaven. back arching on the desk, nails dragging down the wood as you moaned into the fabric he stuffed into your mouth. you were getting close much sooner than you thought, not even able to warn him before a powerful orgasm washed over you. waves of pleasure coursed through your body as you tried desperately to claw onto something to keep you upright.
“Jesus Christ, you squirted” he groaned, putting his fingers in his mouth as he cleaned you off of them “you taste, fucking incredible”
“I-i have never done that before” you reply after he removed the tie from your mouth, still breathless “I want to make you feel good” you reply, pulling his trousers down to his ankles before trying to sink onto the floor.
“I've thought about you on your knees for me far too much, but I dont think I can wait any longer to be inside of your sweet pussy” he moaned, pulling his cock out of his boxers, picking you up and pushing you back down onto his desk before entering you with one swift motion. you both let out blissful moans as he stretches your tight walls in the most perfect way.
“thought you said we had to be quiet huh professor?”
“shut up and kiss me as there is no way I can stay quiet when your sweet pussy is squeezing me like that, shit” he hissed as he smashed his mouth onto yours. the kiss was passionate, primal, filled with tongues and teeth and moans. he pulled out almost completely before pushing himself back inside quickly, setting a hard and fast pace. you had both waited too long for this, there was no way you could slow down. his hands find their way to your ass as he pulls you even closer to him, allowing you to take him even deeper. you whimper into his mouth as your sensitive clit grinds against his body. he was relentlessly fucking into you now, letting out a string of curse words as he wrapped his hand round your throat.
“open your mouth’ he ordered. quickly opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he grabbed your cheeks and spat directly into your mouth. you moaned while you swallowed what he gave you, his dick hitting all the right spots and you could feel yourself getting close again.
“shit, im gonna cum again” you whined, back arching so your tits were pressed against his bare chest. waves of pleasure washed over you as you came on his dick, squeezing him as your pussy fluttered around him.
“fuck me im gonna cum, shit, gonna fill you up” he groaned, somehow picking up his pace and fucking you even faster.
“please fill me up, shit I want to be full of you” you moaned, nails digging into his biceps as you tried to hold yourself up.
“my girls got a breeding kink huh?” he replied “you want me to fill you up with my cum? get you full and pregnant so everyone knows you are a slut for your professor”
“yes shit please get me pregnant, want everyone to know I'm yours” you cried out. that seemed to be the last straw for him, thrusts faltering as he spilled inside you with a shout of your name. he looked into your eyes, gently caressing the side of your face before pulling you in for another kiss. this was different though, gentle and almost loving. he pulled out of you and sat down beside you on the desk.
‘so, hi’ he smiled, looking at you with flushed cheeks.
‘I just squirted on your face and asked you to get me pregnant and all you can say is hi?” you giggled as he started laughing with you.
“shit, its really late’ you exclaim, looking at the clock on the wall in front of you as you gently rest your head on his shoulder.
“let me drive you back to my place so I can clean you up properly” he asked as he stroked your head softly.
“as long as we can go for round two after, i never got to show you how good i am on my knees” you reply, placing a kiss onto his shoulder.
for mvm, professor!spencer reid & professor!reader having a steamy makeout session before the students come in👀
today is multiverse monday (but i'm on vacation)! send me any au you can think of :)
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters), minors dni.
You weren't sure what felt better, the dizzying sensation of Spencer's tongue smoothing over yours, or the temporary bliss you achieved as you rutted against his thigh. Your skirt already left little to the imagination, but even more so as the fabric fanned over his lap, allowing your barely-clothed core to press against Spencer's thigh.
"Don't get too greedy," Spencer mumbles into your mouth, one hand dropping from your cheek to hold your thighs in place, "We've got a class soon."
"Please," You whimper, gripping more frantically at his face to tug him impossibly closer to you, "'Need it."
"You'll have to wait," Spencer crooned, landing a soft pinch to the smooth skin of your ass that was visible below your skirt, "Y'think you can make it through class?" The words were murmured against your lips, his teeth digging into your lower one teasingly, "Or are you gonna be thinking about me the whole time? Such a desperate girl."
Summary: Professor Reid finds himself falling for a student.
A/N: This fic is based on this request. I changed a few things up, but I hope you like the finished product!
Long time, no see! It seems like forever since I got to sit down and just enjoy writing something. And enjoy this, I did. I approached this one a bit differently than I usually do, but I like how it turned out none the less. I hope you all enjoy my take on the Professor Reid arc. The first poem I use in this fic is titled The More Loving One by W.H. Auden, and the second is from a collection of Perry poetry.
Also, I recently hit 2k followers, which is absolutely unbelievable. I can’t even begin to explain how thankful I am for each and every one of you. This fic is my love letter to you. Thank you all so much.
Pairing: Professor!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Content Warnings: a few swear words maybe?, teacher x student relationship, age gap, exhibitionism (sorta?), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex
Word Count: 4k
For as long as Spencer can remember, he’s always had a predilection for the finer things in life.
Spencer attributes the origin of his preferences to his upbringing. In his childhood, before his mother’s disease got the better of her, she exposed him to all sorts of literature. While he ventured to read all types of writings, he’d always been partial to tales of extravagance. A young Spencer Reid sought refuge in the profligacy of it all, as it was so starkly different from his own reality. Forced to bear the burden of household and a sick mother from an early age, Spencer’s own life left little room for reckless indulgence.
Now, as a single adult male, Spencer makes it a point to give himself up to the finer things as often as he can. Spencer isn’t a rich man, nor is he careless with what hard-earned money he does have. He simply likes to treat himself to the occasional five-star meal, and even more frequently, posh clothing and rare books. Walls lined with hundreds of antiquarian novels and a closet full of Comme Des Garçon cardigans are where the indulgence ends, however, and until recently Spencer was content with this.
But when she strolls into his life on the very first day of his teaching career, Spencer knows that his small luxuries will no longer be enough to keep him satisfied. The part of him that longs to have only the very best roars to life as he takes in every perfect inch of her. She stands before him, the embodiment of divinity and grace, looking like every fantasy he only dares to conjure up in the late hours of the night. A litany of cliches from every piece of romantic literature he’s ever read spring to the forefront of his mind in the instant that her eyes met his, but there is nothing stereotypical about the way her gaze banishes the air from his lungs. It is as jarring as it is intoxicating. He never wants to look away.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t feel the same. With a light flush of her cheeks, she turns away from him, and in an equally unfortunate turn of events, she proceeds to shuffle down the aisle and into the second row of seats to the right of the podium. The realization that washes over him feels like ice water in his veins.
She’s a student. Worse even – she’s his student.
Spencer wrenches his gaze from her as if he’s been burned, and the fiery shame of his embarrassment makes him tug at his collar. As he struggles to stave away the lingering heat in his chest and even more embarrassingly, the tightness in his trousers, Spencer chastises himself. His own carnal urges often go ignored, a fact that is glaringly obvious as he cowers behind his podium in an attempt to hide his arousal. He feels more than a little bit pathetic. No self-respecting thirty-five-year-old man gets hard just from gazing upon a beautiful young woman.
When Spencer pulls himself together enough to start his lecture, he positively forbids himself to look her way. It is hard to fight the urge, but every time he catches his eyes wandering to her, he reminds himself that she is an indulgence he simply cannot partake in. No matter how badly he wants to.
--
It doesn’t take long for her to notice him noticing her.
In the early days of the semester, she manages to convince herself that the stolen glances are but a figment of her overactive imagination. That, or an unhealthy dose of wishful thinking. But as the semester stretches on and the professor’s eyes linger more and more, wishful thinking gives way to a startling realization that she isn’t alone in her attraction. Professor Reid is, to her complete and utter astonishment, just as taken with her as she is with him.
This is all but confirmed when a slight brushing of the hands during an exchange of papers leaves them both with flushed cheeks and pounding hearts. Both of their heads snap up, two sets of eyes meeting in a prolonged stare that results in an understanding of sorts. It’s mutual, this thing blossoming between them. She can see her own hopes reflected in two velvet pools of brown – can see the longing, the desire that burns within them. Her heart soars, as she imagines his does, and she accepts the papers with a smile.
She also imagines that, if he could, he would tell her to wait for him. He would tell her that, for now, their relationship must stay strictly professional.
This doesn’t stop them from sating their cravings in other ways.
She makes it a point to stop by during office hours at least twice a week. Her visits always fall under the guise of her studies, but within minutes their hushed conversations stray from the professional and towards a more personal nature. She learns of Spencer’s mother and her condition, of his unusual job and his coworkers that were more like family. In return, she tells him about her upbringing in southern California, as well as her dreams of becoming a criminal psychologist. They never go as far as to discuss what will happen when the semester comes to a close. It is an unspoken agreement that the end of the semester will find them in each other’s arms. All they have to do is wait.
Spencer can’t voice his affections with words, but he more than makes up for this with his actions. Without fail, every Monday following the very first clandestine brushing of hands, lavish bouquets of flowers arrive at her workplace. Each bouquet is always paired with a notecard inscribed with a brief explanation of the meaning behind that week’s flower of choice. Cherry blossoms to pay homage to her beauty, plumeria to symbolize their new beginning, agrimony to convey his thankfulness that she is willing to wait for him.
Her favorite bouquet arrives four weeks before the end of the semester. As she steps through the doors of the bakery, a vase full of nine red roses sits atop the counter. The sight of them nearly takes her breath away. She pauses for a moment and runs her fingertips across the velveteen petals before plucking the notecard from its place.
This week, Spencer chooses to forgo the explanation in favor of a messily scrawled poem;
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
that, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
we have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
with a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
let the more loving one be me.
That evening, Spencer receives his first bouquet from her. On his desk sits an arrangement of pale pink ambrosia.
The meaning isn’t lost on him, but if it were, the note that sits next to the vase makes her intentions clear.
We never had to force love.
We were drowning in it from the moment we met.
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Spencer is horribly frustrated.
A mere twenty feet away from where he stands, the notoriously garish and wholly unprofessional PhD program director is gesticulating wildly to the young woman that stands trapped between him and the hors d’oeuvre table. To find Professor Van Wesep in such a position is not uncommon, due to his penchant for trying to charm (terrorize) the prospective female doctoral candidates. The man is practically a walking harassment complaint waiting to happen. Spencer would abhor Van Wesep even if he weren’t the only thing standing in the way of him and his lover.
At long last, the semester has drawn to a close. The lonely nights spent longing to hold her in his arms are a thing of the past. By the time the sun rises again, Spencer will no longer have to wonder what her body will feel like pressed against his. He’ll be thoroughly acquainted with every inch of her, and she with him. The thought sends a thrilled chill down his spine.
The torturous foreplay they’ve been engaging in for the last four months would have surely broken a lesser man. Spencer would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted on more than one occasion to have her during one of her frequent visits to his office. Some days, when her visits came later in the evenings, just as the sun began to dip low in the sky, her eyes would glisten in such a way that told Spencer her thoughts were none dissimilar to his own. That glimmer of lust had him holding on to his restraint by the skin of his teeth.
And here they were, on the last evening of the semester. Final grades had been submitted and were released hours prior. Spencer would have been content to skip this event altogether, in favor of more… recreational activities, but his lover insisted on attending.
Initially, Spencer assumed her insistence lay in her desire to mingle with her future peers and mentors. Her true intentions come to light when she breezes into the room clad in a pair of sleek, designer pumps. Her lips, painted fire engine red, curl up into a playful smile at the sight of a slack-jawed Spencer Reid. The devious glint in her eye twinkles sinfully in the light.
Tonight isn’t a social call at all. Tonight, she wants to play with him.
And play she has.
From the second she arrives all eyes are fixating on her celestial beauty. Peers and mentors alike trip over themselves in their haste to capture her attention, if only for a fleeting moment. She works the room flawlessly, leaving a trail of smitten men of all ages in her wake.
The most smitten is Spencer himself, because he’s the lone recipient of countless heated glances, as well as more than a few knowing smirks. She well aware of what she’s doing to him, and she takes pleasure in watching him squirm.
Spencer intervenes when Van Wesep makes the ill-advised decision to reach a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. He barely has the time to withdraw his hand before Spencer is upon them.
“I apologize for the interruption,” Spencer casts a faux apologetic glance at his colleague, before settling his gaze on his target. “Ms. Y/L/N, may I speak to you for a moment?”
She looks positively gleeful. Perhaps Spencer should have intervened hours ago.
“Absolutely, Professor Reid.”
The honorific sends a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He definitely should have stolen her away earlier.
The two of them say their goodbyes to a confused Professor Van Wesep, whose imploring eyes follow them as they hurriedly slip from the party and down the hallway.
--
“Where are we going?”
Spencer leads her down a long corridor, far beyond earshot of the other guests. Pushing her into a dark corner, he positions her between himself and the cold wooden door of an unoccupied office. The only sounds that can be heard are the distant thrum of the music and the eager pants falling from his lover’s lips.
Spencer pulls her into a searing kiss, one hand tangling in her hair and the other finding purchase on her waist. He worries for a moment that he’s being too rough with her, that he should have taken a more careful approach to their first kiss, but she assuages those worries when she kisses him back with equal enthusiasm. Her hand reaches between them and clutches his tie, then she’s pulling him closer and whining wantonly against his lips. Spencer takes this as an invitation to slip his tongue inside and he finds himself letting out a low groan when he tastes a hint of strawberry.
Spencer pulls away to catch his breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Oh, I think I do, Professor,” she laughs, breathless. “Probably just as long as I’ve wanted to do this.”
Spencer jolts forward when her hand slides down to cup him over his trousers.
“Could’ve done that a lot earlier if you hadn’t insisted on teasing me for the entire night,” Spencer growls through gritted teeth. He’s more than a little proud of his ability to string together a sentence with her hand working him over with slow, steady strokes.
He trails a line of kisses across the underside of her jaw, before taking her earlobe and nipping it lightly with his canine. Spencer’s actions are rewarded with a full body shudder. He dips his tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat and her hands ball into fists against his dress shirt.
“Spencer, please.”
Spencer hums and pulls back to look at her. The hand in her hair lowers, and he trails a thumb across where her nipples are hard against the fabric of her dress.
“Yes, my love?”
Her eyes flutter against the weight of her arousal, and Spencer twitches in his pants. The sight of her with her hair disheveled and her lipstick smeared on account of him is a heavenly thing. He doesn’t know how he ever deprived himself of such a splendor.
“I want you. Right now.” She punctuates her words by pulling him down into a frenzied kiss. One of her hands tangles itself in the hair at the nape of his neck while the other busies with tugging his shirt out of his pants.
“Right now?” Spencer taunts, mouth against mouth. His hand trails down the side of her breast, caressing her rib cage and her hip before stopping at her upper thigh. Spencer’s fingertips toy with the tops of her lace thigh highs. “But anyone could walk by and see us.”
“I don’t care,” she argues, fumbling clumsily as she struggles to undo his belt buckle.
Spencer’s wandering hand dips below the hem of her dress to explore the silky-smooth skin of her inner thigh. She’s soft here, too, he thinks to himself as his hand travels up, up, up. He stops just short of where she wants him most and she lets out a despairing cry.
“You wouldn’t mind someone walking by and seeing you with your pretty legs spread wide for your professor?”
Spencer brings life to his words by lifting her leg up, hitching her thigh around his hip and pressing into her. The silk fabric of her dress rustles as he pushes it up and out of the way.
A breathy moan tumbles from her lips as he rocks against her, dragging his arousal up and down the front of her lace panties. The friction is maddening in that it provides only the smallest bit of relief. It’s not enough for Spencer, and judging by the way she desperately pushes down the fabric of his pants, it’s not enough for his partner, either.
“Need to get these off now,” she murmurs against Spencer’s mouth. An eager hand tugs at the elastic band of his underwear.
Spencer places his hand on hers, stilling her movements. “Not so fast, baby. Gotta make sure you’re ready for me first.”
Her fingers clamp down on Spencer’s wrist, guiding him to the sodden lace between her thighs.
“Don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” she whimpers as Spencer’s fingers take appraisal of the drenched cloth. “In fact, I think four months of foreplay is sufficient enough. Wouldn’t you say?”
“Maybe so,” Spencer muses, voice muffled as he sucks at the skin of her neck. “But I’m not willing to chance hurting you our first time together. You’re entirely too precious to me.”
Spencer captures her lips in a kiss so sweet it has her sighing into his mouth. When he pulls away, he fixes her with a smile.
“You’re not particularly fond of these panties, are you?”
Her eyebrows pull together. “No, why?”
Spencer pulls at the flimsy fabric harshly and it gives way under the force of it. He reaches back to stuff the thong in his back pocket.
“That’s why.”
Spencer’s lips come down against hers at the same time his middle and index fingers drag across her slickness. His foresight pays off when his mouth muffles the sound of her cries. As confident he is that they won’t be found, a cry like that would certainly have drawn unwanted attention.
The swipe of his thumb across her crest paired with the gentle pressure of his fingers dipping into her heat is enough to make her legs buckle. Had it not been for Spencer pressing her against the wall, she surely would have fallen to the ground in a trembling heap.
“I could get lost in you for hours,” Spencer groans, curling his fingers inside her in such a way that makes her clutch desperately to his shirt.
“Spencer, oh my God,” she keens. “I need you, please.”
“You have me, my love,” Spencer whispers the promise against her parted lips. “You’ve had me since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers until the telltale tightening of her heat warns him of her impending climax. He has to bite down on his lower lip to regain his own composure. The feeling of her tight and wet around his fingers is almost too good.
“Spencer, I’m getting close,” she whimpers.
Spencer continues until she’s on the cusp of tumbling over the edge, until one more pass of his fingers against her crest would surely seal the deal, and then he’s removing his hand and taking a step back.
“Spencer, what the fu-,” she pauses when he promptly shoves his pants and underwear just enough to free himself from their painful confines. “Oh.”
A dazed smile makes its way to her face as Spencer presses himself against her once more. He sweeps her up into a kiss comprised of pure, unadulterated desire, before pulling away and smirking deviously at her.
“Jump.”
It takes a moment for her pleasure fogged brain to make sense of the request, but as soon as it does, she complies without question.
Spencer’s hands grip her thighs firmly and in one swift thrust he sheaths himself into her fully – an indulgence so grand that all others dull in comparison. Now that he’s had the finest, felt it wrapped around him like warm velvet, he can’t imagine a world in which he must live without it.
“Spencer!”
Spencer swears he’s never heard a sweeter sound than her crying out his name as their bodies come together for the first time. It’s synonymous with a siren call, he thinks, because in that moment she could lure him to certain death and he knows he would go with a smile.
His lips seek purchase on the exposed skin of her chest as he buries himself in her paradise again and again. The sharp sting of her heels digging into his back with every thrust brings out a sort of primal urge in him, spurring him to rut up into her like a man possessed.
“You feel perfect,” Spencer groans out against the flushed skin of her neck. He presses a soft kiss to where her pulse bounds just beneath the skin before pulling away and locking eyes with her. “When I’m old and gray and can remember nothing else, I’ll remember this. I’ll remember how it felt to kiss you for the first time – how it felt to touch you. How it felt to worship you and make love to your body.”
Spencer’s voices catches, thick and overwhelmed with emotion.
“I’ll remember how it feels to love you.”
Her breath catches in her throat and sharp pang of panic burns hot in his chest. Had he misinterpreted her affections? Did she not burn for him in the same way? Perhaps the ambrosia meant nothing. Spencer’s movements falter, and for several torturous seconds he’s nearly paralyzed with fear.
She silences those fears with a kiss.
“Oh, Spencer,” she sighs as she presses her forehead against his. “I love you, too. More than you could ever comprehend.”
Spencer resumes moving in and out of her, but the frenzied feeling from before is replaced with something else now. Something softer, but no less passionate.
“Yeah?” he inquires, searching her eyes for any trace of insincerity. He finds none, and it’s a relief. Any hint of falseness in her claim would surely lead to a heartbreak he could never recover from.
“Yes.” The word trails off into a moan. “I love you, Spencer Reid. I don’t imagine I’ll ever stop.”
Spencer’s heart jolts and he whines pathetically against her mouth. “I’m counting on that.”
“I’m close, Spencer,” she pants, her breath hitting his face in warm puffs. “Don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Me, too.” Spencer nudges her nose with his own. “Reach between us and touch yourself, my love. I want us to cum together. Can you do that for me?”
She nods, and the hand that clung to his right shoulder dips in between them to rub tight circles against her crest. Spencer doubles his efforts when he sees her eyelids flutter closed, and the resulting tightening of her core leaves him panting hard.
“Spencer, I-” her breath catches in her throat as Spencer delivers a particularly strong thrust. Her head falls against his shoulder, her soft moans of his name like heaven to his ears.
“Cum with me, baby,” Spencer grunts out desperately. He needs it like he needs air to breath and water to drink. And once he has it, he knows he’ll need it again and again.
She gives it to him with a muffled cry of his name and he’s instantly swept away, drowning in the blissful way her body sings for him. His body follows her lead, shattering completely under her fingertips.
While he’s been through similar acts with previous partners, those instances always felt impersonal and clinical. The caresses and whispered words were all a means to an end, an end that usually left him feeling lonelier and emptier than when he started. But right now, as he feels the beat of her heart pressed against his own, he swears he couldn’t feel fuller - full of adoration, full of affection, full of love. It’s beautiful and overwhelming and everything Spencer didn’t know he was looking for.
A raucous round of applause erupts from the direction of the party, startling the two of them. Spencer feels her laugh against his neck.
“It’s almost as if they were applauding us for a job well done.”
Spencer presses a chaste kiss to the crown of her head.
“As they should. That was sensational.”
Spencer carefully pulls out and lowers her to the floor. He wastes no time in tilting her chin up and capturing her lips in a reverent kiss. Spencer hopes his lips convey his gratitude.
The two of them pull apart and set to making themselves presentable. Their efforts prove to be in vain when Spencer points out a dark purple love bite nestled into the crook of her neck. She counters this by taking note of the smudge of red lipstick on his collar.
“What an adulterous pair we make, Professor.”
Spencer rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “I’m not your professor anymore.” He bends down and places a kiss to her lips before taking her hand in his.
“I suppose you’re not,” she muses as they meander down the corridor. “Whatever shall we do now?”
As the two of them step out of the dark hallway and reenter the party, Spencer smiles to himself. Visions of wedding rings flit through his mind. Spencer supposes he’ll have to take a break from the posh clothing and rare books in favor of saving his money. He’ll buy only the finest ring for his future wife, after all.
Summary: Spencer and Reader cross paths in an unexpected place, a night of fun ensues.
Warnings: 15 year age gap, SMUT: masturbation (f and m), bad language, alcohol, two oblivious pining idiots.
Word Count: 8.5K | as always, thank you to @spencersawkward ily bestie!!
A/N: i am, once again, so sorry for the long ass chapter, once I started writing I could not stop! I am thinking of making the series longer than the originally intended 9 chapters, let me know if this something you would like!
Four whole days had passed since your outing with Spencer and you still couldn’t believe everything that had happened that day. He’d dropped you off at your apartment like he said he would. The car ride had been awkward, to say the least, and you hated yourself for causing it, all you could do was bounce between thanking him and apologising and whilst he answered with several variations of “it’s fine” you could tell he was feeling a small amount of discomfort. You weren’t entirely sure why you didn’t fill him in on what was happening, but you were slightly apprehensive of what he might say. You telling him about the leak and the events of that morning had been met with an offer to refill your entire wardrobe. If you had told him about your being ousted from your apartment, would he have bought you a whole new one? Okay looking back, that was slightly overdramatic but at the time, you were so full of a plethora of emotions there was no way you were thinking straight.
Luckily for you, traffic had been light on the way home so you made it back with a few minutes to spare, however, this meant Spencer had ample time to try and coax an explanation for your strange behaviour out of you. You’d been able to brush him quite easily and you guessed it was because he didn’t want to seem pushy, so after you declined to answer him for a second time he gave up asking. He did, however, remind you that you had his number and that if you needed him, for anything, you could call or text him. He reminded you that if he didn’t answer right away it was probably because he was working or didn’t have a signal but assured you he would get back to you as soon as he could. You thought that would be it, that he would drop you off outside and leave but he didn’t, he stayed with you until your landlord showed up. He had offered to help you take your things up to your apartment but you declined, you weren’t sure what state it was in and you also weren’t ready to cross the boundary of allowing him into your personal space yet, if something was happening between the two of you then it would happen correctly, in the correct way at the correct speed. You’d jumped out of the car the moment you saw your landlord, one reason being that you didn’t want to make him more irritated than he no doubt already was and also because you just had to get out of the car, the longer you were in that enclosed space with Spencer the more likely you were to say something stupid. He once again did not leave the moment you got out, he waited until you were in the building and it wasn’t until you were inside and didn’t feel the rush of cold air from the broken air conditioning hit you that you realised, you were still wearing his cardigan.
Iris had shown up shortly after to help you collect your things and also to lend a tad bit of moral support, it sounds ridiculous but saying goodbye to your apartment was difficult. Even if it was an absolute craphole, it was your home. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Iris or appreciate her generosity of allowing you to stay with her for the week, but there was nothing that could compare to the comfort of your own home. You had quickly managed to gather everything you needed, some shoes and underwear which thankfully had been untouched by the leak, a few books and your laptop, everything you would need for your short time away. You hadn’t had time to unpack the clothes you had bought just a few hours prior, and you panicked for a moment when you noticed the way Iris looked at it, the name plastered across the front slightly gave away the contents inside, but thankfully she didn’t mention it. You were not in the mood to explain anything or worse, have to lie.
Not much else had happened in the past 4 days though, your attempts at returning Spencer’s cardigan had been futile, he hadn’t been in class or his office when you’d been to seek him out and you could only assume he had been called away for a case. You were tempted to text him and ask, to see if he would like you to perhaps leave his cardigan somewhere that he could easily retrieve it without having to meet you but after sitting by the phone, text message written out and ready to send, you decided against it. If he was desperate for it he would’ve asked right? Sure he’d told you to text him if you needed anything but surely he was just saying that to be polite, you didn’t want to seem too clingy and sending him a text might send the wrong idea. So you hit the back key to delete the text and shut off your phone, pushing it to the side and walking into your next class with a promise to not think of him for at least the rest of the day.
That promise did not last.
The moment you’d got back from your last class Iris informed you that the two of you would be going out tonight, there was a new club opening up and she’d managed to get some last-minute tickets to the event.
“Opening night is tonight! We can’t miss it, it's free drinks all night and I know how much you love both drinks and things that are free.” She said jokingly and truthfully, you couldn’t possibly think of an argument to that. Although, You weren’t in the mood to get dressed up and leave the house but you felt like you owed it to her to go. After all, she was letting you stay with her rent-free, the least you could do was go with her.
“Sure? What time?” You asked her, propping yourself onto the counter, your dangling legs accidentally kicking her in the thigh making her frown at you before answering.
“Watch it.” She said poking her tongue out jokingly as you laughed. “Last entry is at 10 so I’d say... maybe 9:30?” You nodded at this before pausing.
“I don’t have anything to wear.” You said, a small pout forming on your face as the realisation dawned on you. You jumped off the counter and walked towards the suitcase that was still sitting in Iris’ living room
“Didn’t you just go shopping at some fancy ass store?” She asked, following you into the room and taking a seat on the couch. She watched as you searched through the piles of clothes for something that you could wear tonight.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, pulling out a pair of jeans and a plain shirt, it wasn’t the best outfit but you didn’t have much choice.
“I saw the bag Y/N…” She said, lifting her hands in mock surrender as you turned to glare at her. You still weren’t ready or in the mood to explain what had happened that day, the lying had been making you feel awful as it is, you didn’t want to make it worse. “Hey, I’m not judging.’
“Okay fine so I bought some new clothes, the leak ruined everything I owned so I didn’t have much choice.” You didn’t mean to be so...passive-aggressive, you just didn’t want to talk about it any longer. She nodded quickly, as though she understood you wanting to drop it and walked over to help you look through your suitcase.
“What about this?” She said, lifting a red dress...the red dress. The dress you’d been looking at in the store before Spencer had startled you. You reached a hand out to take the dress from her but before you could her jaw dropped in surprise as she let out a small gasp. “Holy shit, did you win the fucking lottery?”
“What?” You said as you looked at her with confusion, she didn’t say anything in return, simply turning the price tag to show the extortionate number on it. $1400. Your jaw matched hers as it fell in shock, you guessed it had been expensive but you hadn’t even bothered to check the price tag because you hadn’t even entertained the idea of buying it, and you certainly didn’t expect Spencer to fork out money for something like this. “I-I don’t...it was on sale?”
The excuse you gave was almost comical, and if you weren’t completely nauseous with nerves you would’ve laughed at the blatant lie. The look she gave you told you she wasn’t buying anything you were saying but you’d known that would be the case before you’d even opened your mouth. “Y/N-”
“Can we just drop it...” You asked, your voice coming out as a whisper. “...Please.”
As though she could see the guilt building up inside you, she sighed and handed you the silky material. “Okay. Well, you should wear it.” She said watching you intently as you nodded and took it from her hands, giving her a small smile you knew she would take as an apology. Her face lit up as she spoke up again, “Oh, and I have a pair of shoes that will go with it.” Before you could process what she was doing she jumped up and began making her way to her room. That was one of the many things you loved about Iris, the way she never pushed you further than you were comfortable going and whilst you didn’t know why exactly you still weren’t ready to say anything about it, you knew when the time came to tell her, that she would understand why you kept it from her.
Whilst she ran off to get the aforementioned shoes, you took a seat on the beat-up couch. The dress was still in your hands, the flimsy tag hanging from the collar and your eyes were instantly drawn to it, the numbers printed on the card seemingly unreal. $1400…Although you loved the dress, the idea of wearing a month’s rent on a night out made you nauseous. You, once again, sighed in disbelief before dropping the dress onto your lap and grabbing your phone. I should text him, you thought, just to say thank you. Without much thought, you opened up your contacts and scrolled until you found his number, aptly saved under Dr Reid. Saving it as Spencer just seemed so...informal, after all, he was still your professor and not your friend. You began typing out a quick message, nothing too detailed, just a simple, Thank you for the dress.
You probably read over the message about 50 times, eyes darting back and forth across the screen until the words didn’t make sense anymore. You couldn’t stop this silent debate you were having with yourself, the reasonable part of you wanted to send the text, there was no harm in thanking him...right? But before you could contemplate it further, Iris was back with the shoes and as you quickly rushed to lock your phone and drop it into your bag, you distracted yourself with the excitement of getting ready to go out and before you knew it, the price of the dress and the unsent text pushed to back of your mind.
-
You and Iris made it to the club at exactly 9:29, almost late but not quite. Exactly how you always arrived at most places. You managed to avoid stumbling out of the uber and promptly made your way into the packed club, the smell of alcohol and sweat overwhelming you for a moment, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. It was cramped and dark, but you followed behind Iris as she dragged you over to her friends. You’d barely spoken to any of them before, and although this normally would have made you nervous, you were already too tipsy to care. The drinks the two of you had consumed before leaving the apartment were doing their job perfectly and you plastered an easygoing smile on your face as everyone introduced themselves.
One of the people you did vaguely recognize was Sam. He was in your class with Spencer, but you’d never really interacted much. He was tall, somewhat attractive with a nice smile and straight teeth. Despite the fact that he wasn’t the only male in the group of friends, you found yourself looking at him most frequently. Everyone was shouting over the music, and you had no idea what the topic of conversation was, but you pretended like you did.
“I’m gonna get another drink, come with me?” Sam asked. You nodded and followed after him, he held his hand out as you neared the bar and you gripped onto it as he led you through the herds of people, the both of you letting out a sigh of relief as you made it to the bar. You hopped up onto one of the spare bar stools as Sam stood next to you, waiting to get the bartender’s attention to order your drinks.
“So how are you finding the class?” He asked once you both had your drinks, you’d suggested the two of you stay at the bar for a little while longer, the lack of commotion bringing you a bit of relief and he didn’t hesitate to agree.
“It’s okay...not exactly what I anticipated.” You said, fiddling with the straw in your cup. The last thing you wanted to do was think about that class or the man who led it, you cringed at the last memory you had of him and you quickly brought the straw to your mouth in an attempt to mask the look of embarrassment.
“Really? You just seem like…” He began saying before shaking his head and taking a swig of his drink, “Nevermind.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at this, “No tell me…. I seem like what?” You weren’t upset, mostly just confused. You didn’t know Sam that well nor did he know you, so you were curious to see what kind of a conclusion he’d come to based on the brief interaction you’d had with him.
“It’s nothing Y/N, forget I said anything.” He responded but the way you raised your eyebrow paired with the stern look that crossed your face made him continue, “Okay, you just seem like a teacher's pet s’all.”
The sheer volume of your laughter not only made Sam jump but also attracted the attention of the people around you but you couldn’t help it, the accusation was ridiculous and besides who used the phrase ‘teachers pet’ after middle school. “Seriously?” Your giggles caused a smile to form on his face and he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m far from that, honestly.”
He gave you a curious look, as if he wanted to say something else, but you turned the topic of conversation to something else. Frankly, you didn’t want to dwell on what Sam had meant by ‘teachers pet’ and you certainly didn’t want the overthinking to ruin your night so you did what any sane person would do, and ordered another drink.
By the time the two of you had made it back to the table with all your friends, Iris was long gone. You didn’t question it, just assuming she’d gone off to make out with the newest ‘love of her life.’ Iris had a pretty loose grasp on the concept of love, but she was happy and that’s all that mattered and you couldn’t lie you did enjoy the stories she had to tell after each ‘lover’. You took a seat next to Sam, and almost thoughtlessly he moved his arm to rest over your shoulders. As if by instinct, your body moved closer to his...so close that you could faintly smell his cologne despite it being overpowered by alcohol.
The next few hours were a blur of drinking and dancing and as the night went on the group number began dwindling, eventually, the only people left were you, Sam and a couple of people you didn’t know. The small group had retired back to the booth a while ago which you were grateful for, it was only 2 AM yet exhausted and all you wanted was to get home, curl up under a blanket and sleep. You picked up your bag and awkwardly stood up, trying your best to make it out of the booth without falling over, “I’m gonna head out.” You said to Sam.
“Already?” He asked and you nodded. “Want me to walk you out?” He offered, seemingly ready to collect his stuff and follow you out, but you shook your head to let him know to stay put.
“No, you’re fine, thank you.” You responded, pointing at the others who were too engaged in their own conversation to notice you leaving, “Say bye to them for me.” You added before making your way through the crowds of sweaty individuals to the exit.
The cold air that hit you as you walked out the doors sent a chill down through your bones and you once again wished you’d had the hindsight to bring a coat with you. You still weren’t used to the chilly nights that washed over Virginia, and you doubted you ever would be. You brushed aside your thoughts as you reached into your bag to look at your phone, something which you hadn’t done in a couple of hours. You had few texts but one from Iris caught your eye, your heart sinking as you read it. “Leaving with a girl. Text me when you get home!” Shit. Your hand once again reached into your bag, quickly fumbling through the various items that filled it as you looked around for the one thing you knew you’d forgotten. The Keys. You got your phone out once again to call Iris but just as you went to hit call your phone turned black.
“No.. No No No.” You said out loud, your fingers pressing against the button, desperately trying to get it to switch on again.”Fuck.” You gave up after a few moments, accepting the situation. You placed your phone back in your bag and stood by the curb, waiting for a taxi to go past, not that you knew where you were going. Iris wasn’t home and you couldn’t go back to your apartment. You were screwed.
“Y/N?” You heard a man’s voice say. Your first thought was that Sam had followed you out here and you couldn’t lie, you were slightly relieved. However, that relief was short-lived, because when you turned around to look at who it was, your heart sunk.
“Spen- uh Dr Reid?” Your heart was beating out of your chest, you weren’t sober enough to deal with this. He walked over to where you were, the street light hitting him perfectly in position. His hair was tousled, more so than usual and he was wearing an all-black outfit, his shirt buttons slightly undone and his tie hanging loose around his neck. He looked...hot. “What are you doing here?” You could hear the squeakiness in your voice and you prayed you would forget about how embarrassing this was tomorrow.
“I could ask you the same question.” A subtle smirk was plastered on his face and it was almost impossible to miss the way his eyes were trailing down your body, taking in the way the dress he’d bought looked on you. “Are you ok?”
“Yes.” You said hastily, but he could tell you weren’t, your eyes were heavy with tiredness, and your body was shaking both from the alcohol and the chilly air around you. He raised his eyebrow to tell you he didn’t believe you and you sighed, knowing you would have to explain yourself. “No...I’m not. I forgot my keys, then my phone died and I can’t call my friend and...and I’m cold.” You sniffled, kicking the ground with the tip of your shoe and looking down at the scuffs forming, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds but you could hear him moving, part of you assumed he had walked away and honestly you couldn’t blame him. Who wanted to deal with a drunk girl who had freaked out for seemingly no reason the last time you saw her? The feeling of something sitting across your shoulders made you look up again, his blazer was loosely hanging off your shoulders leaving him with just his shirt, his sleeves were rolled up allowing you the rare view of his arms along with the veins that ran down to his hands. The face of his watch caught the light for a moment, and your eyes were drawn to the elegant detailing inside. It was obviously expensive. “I’ll drive you home.” He said and it didn’t seem like a suggestion.
“You don’t have to, I can get a cab.” You argued, desperate to get out of this situation before you completely embarrassed yourself, you couldn’t tell if the idea of making him go out of his way again or the thought of being alone in his car whilst not entirely sober was making you slightly apprehensive. But just as you had known he would do, he shook his head to disagree with you.
“It’s late, it’s not safe...trust me.” He had a sombre look on his face as he pointed towards the end of the street. “My car’s just over there, let’s go.” You didn’t have time to argue, you couldn’t even process what he was doing as he placed his hand behind your back, not close enough that he was touching you but near enough that you could feel the slight heat radiating off him as he began guiding you forward. He paused when you got to his car and just as he had last time, he made sure to open the door and wait until you were fully seated before getting in himself.
Before you could stop yourself, your eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed against the seats, the familiar warmth of the soft fabric bringing you comfort as the effects of the last few drinks you had drunk hit you. You heard Spencer turn the keys and although your eyes were closed you could sense him doing his slightly over the top safety check, a small smile creeping onto your face at the thought. His shuffling stopped for a moment and you figured he was probably dealing with a misaligned mirror, but when you felt him reach over and the familiar scent of his cologne fill your nose and the faint sound of your seatbelt clicking filled the car your eyes shot open. He jumped back into his seat and thanks to the light glow from the street lamp, you could see a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.
“I’m sorry...I thought you fell asleep.” He said, both hands moving back to grip the wheel. You shook your head and smiled at him.
“It’s okay.” You reached up to tug the seatbelt tight and shuffled in your seat to get comfier. “Can you drop me off at my friends. She’ll come back with a key eventually.” You ignored the concerned look on his face as you told him Iris’s address, which he aptly entered into the old fashioned GPS before pulling out onto the street.
The journey was silent aside from the quiet hums from the engines. This, however, meant the slight rumble of your stomach echoed loudly through the car and there was no doubt Spencer had heard it. The small smirk on his face was evidence of this, though he was gracious enough to not mention it. You closed your eyes once again and prayed that it wouldn’t happen again, though you had a feeling that it would. The all too familiar sight of the Taco Bell drive-thru, however, sealed your fate. You didn’t realise you were staring until Spencer spoke up.
“Do you want to go there?” He asked, turning to face you as the light went red. You couldn’t help yourself from staring at him once again, transfixed just as it had been the last time you were in this position, and you weren’t sure whether it was the alcohol, your hunger or the distinct feeling of deja vu that was making your stomach flip. He coughed slightly to get your attention, his eyes darting towards you expectantly.
“Are you sure?” You asked, not wanting to seem desperate but the distinct sound of your stomach rumbling again let you down.
He didn’t respond instantly and the brief moment of silence made you want to take back your answer, to tell him to forget it, that you didn’t want to waste his time. But before you could do that he simply turned to you, smiled shyly before speaking. “Of course.” He turned his attention back to the road as you moved yours to your window, taking a moment to think about...well everything. You almost hated that he’d agreed, you hated how nice he was, how much he cared without being too over the top about it, you still didn’t understand why he did it, he had no reason to. But you were grateful, especially when he turned the car into the drive-thru, the glorious smell of fake Mexican food filling you with joy.
“Welcome to Taco Bell, what can I get for you.” The sudden sound of the voice crackling through the machines made Spencer jump, the sight making you giggle. You gestured for him to say something but he just looked at you blankly, signally for you to do the ordering. Now truthfully, you weren’t sure if you were just extremely stupid or if the last few drinks you’d had before you left the club hit you in that very moment, but without a thought you undid your seatbelt and climbed across the centre console, your body leaning above Spencer’s lap.
“Hi!” You said cheerily, ignoring the hitch in Spencer’s breath and the way his body stiffened. “Can I get a...uhh,” you squint at the menu for a second. “Two tacos and a cheesy gordita crunch? Oh, and a frozen baja blast, and some of those Cinnabon things.” You don’t think about whether or not you’d be able to finish everything you’re ordering, all you know is that it sounds amazing. You move back a little to look at Spencer, prompting him to recite his order when you noticed him staring intently at the menu, taking in everything that was written on there.
“Do you know what you want?” You asked him softly, watching as he shook his head. He didn’t look at you, simply keeping his eyes facing the menu, though you were now realising he wasn’t actually reading off it anymore.
“I’ve never been here before.” He said simply, and though you didn’t mean for it to happen, your jaw dropped. You didn’t know why it was shocking, and honestly, a little upsetting that he’d never been there before, but it was.
“That’s ok. Do you want me to order for you?” You asked him and he simply nodded. There was a slight amount of pressure in that request, you weren’t sure what he enjoyed. Truth be told, he didn’t seem the type to eat at fast food places but then again, you didn’t know that much about him. So, you ordered something simple, something that would introduce him to the wonders of Taco Bell without making him suffer the aftermath, you thought it best to spare him of that.
Once you were finished placing both orders, Spencer drove up to the window and collected your food. You quickly pulled out your card to pay and just as you had dreaded, he stopped you. “It’s fine, my treat.” He said simply, as if it was a one-time thing, as if you weren’t currently wearing a $1400 dress he’d bought you on a whim. You tried to argue, to tell him you didn’t mind paying, but he wouldn’t hear it. He handed the card to the cashier and you suddenly felt bad for pretty much ordering half the menu, none of it from the dollar menu. He handed you the bag and placed the drinks in the cupholder with ease, thanking the cashier before pulling out of the drive-thru and to the parking lot that sat adjacent to the building.
You quickly got settled with your individual meals and you couldn’t stop the slight moan that left your mouth as you bit into your food which earned a hearty laugh from Spencer who, truthfully, was completely enamoured by the way you still looked so delicate whilst devouring your food with no care. He brought his food up to his lips and you watched him intently as he took his first bite, your eyes widening with excitement. Watching someone eat their first Taco Bell was always something truly special.
“That’s amazing.” He said after he’d swallowed his bite, reaching for his cup of extra sweetened iced tea and taking a sip. “I can’t believe I haven’t tried this before.”
“Right? It’s so good!” You said, smiling at him, giddy. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, attempting to finish the vast amount of food you’d ordered and you realised, despite the initial hesitance you felt, how easy it was to be with him. Your eyes caught sight of your phone and you sighed before turning to Spencer who was staring at you with a curious look in his eyes. “You don’t happen to have a charger do you?” You asked him, lifting your phone to show him what it looked like. He shook his head, shuffling through his pockets to show you his own. It was old, like really old. The kind of phone that didn’t even have a camera on it, very fitting.
“I don’t.” He said, putting his phone back in his pocket, his eyes never leaving yours. “Besides, I don’t think you’d be able to charge it in here.” You turned to look at the dash of his car, your eyes scanning the area for where the charging point would usually be, and he was right. There wasn’t a place for a charger, which in all fairness made sense for the vintage car.
“That’s ok…” You said, picking up the stray wrappers that surrounded you and tidying up. “I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know when Iris will be back, and I can’t go home because they still haven’t fixed that pipe.” You watched him from the corner of your eyes, looking at the way he ran his hands through his hair, something which you had noticed he did a lot when he was deep in thought.
“You can stay with me.” He offered immediately, his eyes widening in disbelief of what he’d said. “Obviously you can say no if it makes you uncomfortable. I have a spare room that you’re more than welcome to use.”
“Oh...uh,” You paused for a moment, weighing up your options. You could either spend the rest of the night on the cold dirty floor outside of Iris’s apartment...or you could go home with Spencer. The decision didn’t take long to make, “If it's not a problem? I don’t want to impose or anything.”
Spencer looked at you for a second, his expression unreadable except for the small smile that tugged at his lips. “No, no, not at all.” His eyes stayed on you as you continued chewing on your taco and suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“What?” You said, raising your eyebrow as though to challenge him, playfully. He was obviously amused by something, but you couldn’t figure it out.
“Nothing.” He shook his head slowly, turning his focus briefly to the windshield of the car. Past the parking lot, you could see the fluorescent glow of other stores, an altogether unimpressive strip mall yet something about it felt comforting.
“Tell me!” Your voice sounded shrill as you shifted to face him more. You were always trying to understand him, and now that there was some alcohol in your blood, the boundary between you and Spencer that you’d avoided crossing so far suddenly seemed blurry.
Instead of replying, Spencer grabbed one of the paper napkins before reaching up and using his thumb to swipe some extra sour cream from your chin. It was a quick, fleeting movement, but you froze in place at the feeling. He withdrew quickly, wiping his finger on one of the paper napkins nonchalantly.
“Sorry, you just had some…” He trailed off his sentence, as he finally looked at you and pointing to where his thumb had just been. You weren’t sure if it was the lingering result of his touch but you swore his eyes glittered playfully, as though he enjoyed the way he’d flustered you. You gulped, trying your best to regain your composure.
“Thank you.” Your head was foggy. It felt like all these moments were coming at you too fast, stirring up a confusing amount of emotions within and truthfully you were too drunk and too tired to deal with any of it. You leant back against your seat, eyes closing momentarily, trying to fight off the exhaustion that was overcoming you.
Spencer took a quick glance at you, watching as you placed your hand over your mouth to subtly stifle another yawn. “You can sleep if you want. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” He offered. You wanted to say no, wanted to stay awake and keep talking to him after all this was your opportunity to ask all the questions you’d been holding in. You wrapped his blazer around your body just a little tighter as the cool night breeze made its way into the car, shaking your head at him.
“It’s fine.” You replied, moving your head to rest against the window. Your eyes closed again thinking it would be just a moment, except this time they stayed shut, “I’ll be fine....” The alcohol was slowly beginning to wear off, a feeling of drowsiness replacing it. Spencer noticed the way you started to mellow and soon enough, he started the car again to pull into the street. The gentle noises of the car rolling over pavement lulled you into half-consciousness until your head rested against the window and you fell asleep.
It wasn’t until you felt Spencer hesitantly poke your shoulder that you awoke from your nap. It took you a moment to gather yourself, sleepy eyes attempting to take note of your surroundings and you realised that his car was now parked in front of an old yet well-kept apartment building, very fitting. “We’re here.” He said and you noticed something about his voice was different, though you couldn’t exactly figure out what about it had changed. You weren’t sure if it was the post-nap haze that was playing tricks on you but when you looked into his eyes for a fleeting moment, you noticed a shift in the way he looked at you, it was softer than usual.
“Oh.” You replied, turning away from his gaze as you tried to sit up straighter and shake the sleep from your body. Spencer wordlessly got out of the car, and you were confused for a moment before you saw him come around to the passenger side, opening the door for you. You made an attempt to get out of the car as gracefully as you could, but as your heel hit the floor you lost your balance, stumbling forward. Spencer caught you before you hit the floor, his arms wrapping around your waist, his large palms gripping onto you in an attempt to keep you steady. “Sorry.” You said sheepishly.
“Are you ok?” He asked, his hands slowly moving away from you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t instantly miss his touch. You nodded, not trusting yourself to open your mouth in fear of embarrassing yourself further, failing as you almost toppled over again with your next step. Your hand reached out to grab onto his arm, fingers clutching him tight to keep yourself stable.
“Yeah, sorry.” You whispered, cursing at yourself for being such a klutz. You were debating taking your shoes off at this point, not wanting to risk humiliating yourself more than you already had. You were grateful Spencer had kept his composure, his expression more concerned than amused, though you had no doubts he found the whole thing humorous.
“Here, I got you.” He, once again, wrapped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you up the precarious path into his building. You were very aware of the way his hands felt on you, his fingers gripping your arm tight, the feeling sending butterflies to your stomach. “Are you sure you can walk in those? There isn’t an elevator in this building and my apartment is a few flights up.” He gestured up the spiral steps, dread and regret filling you as you looked up.
“I’ll be fine.” You said, not wanting to make a big deal of it, this was already so embarrassing. It wasn’t that you couldn’t walk in heels, you could...very well. There were just other factors occurring, inhibiting your ability to walk in general, heels or no heels. You began taking baby steps towards the steps, wincing each time your foot hit the ground. Spencer stopped a few steps above you, watched you struggle for a moment, amused by your determination. But he felt bad, watching you grip onto the bannister so tight your knuckles were turning white. He sighed before walking back down to you.
“Y/N.” He said, standing in front of you. You looked up at him, waiting to see what he had to say, “Do you trust me?” He asked, and without hesitation or thought, you nodded.
It was a blur, the way he scooped you up with ease and dropped you over his shoulder, your legs dangling in front of him as your face met his back. You were almost completely sure your ass was in direct contact with his face and you were suddenly grateful for the way his jacket had hung too loose on you, covering the top half of your legs. You felt your stomach flip and you weren’t sure if it was the sudden movement, the alcohol or the idea of him being this close to you that was making you nauseous.
You stayed silent and still as he climbed the flights of stairs, not wanting to move a muscle in case you disrupted your precarious position. He didn’t say a word to you either, not until he’d manoeuvered you back to the ground. “One second.” Is all he said as he began searching his pockets for his keys before unlocking the door, gesturing for you to follow him in.
Your jaw dropped at the sight before you, if you had thought his office was impressive, you were absolutely enamoured by his apartment, He dropped his keys on the desk close to the door, before turning to face you, almost sheepishly. “Sorry it’s a mess, I don’t normally have company.” His words caused your heart to flutter, you took a glance around, it was messy but in an almost organised way, the correct word would’ve been cluttered.
“It’s ok.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling intimidated in the unfamiliar environment. “It’s...homey.” He smiled at this, thanking you.
“Let me show you around.” He said, starting the short tour by pointing to the kitchen, letting you know you were welcome to help yourself to anything in the fridge before leading you over to the guest room, pointing out his room that was directly opposite yours. “The bathrooms just down the hall, there’s soap if you want to freshen up and I’ll leave a toothbrush for you on the counter.”
You smiled at his thoughtfulness, “Thank you...for everything.” You meant it, despite how unimaginably confusing this man was, he had always been kind to you, even before this whole...thing had started, he’d always done his best to be accommodating and understanding. It was refreshing, honestly. He smiled back at you, his hands finding their way into his pocket as he rocked back and forth on his heels, almost awkwardly and you realised you’d been staring at him this whole time. “I guess I’ll get ready for bed.”
“Okay, I’ll be outside if you need anything.” He said before walking out the door. You sighed as you walked over to the bed, taking off his jacket and gently placing it on top of the covers. You felt like you were forgetting something and it was only as you went to pull your dress off that you realised what it was. You quickly made your way to the living room, where he was sitting at his desk shuffling through some papers. He noticed you as soon as you got closer to him, “Is everything alright Y/N?”
“I..uh I don’t have any clothes.” His eyebrows shot up in confusion before you continued. “I mean...to sleep in. I don’t have any clothes to sleep in, tonight.” You should’ve ended it there, it would’ve been just fine, but before you could stop yourself the rest of the words began tumbling out. “Obviously, I have clothes in the broader sense, you know that...I mean you paid for them so of course you know that.” Your mouth dropped as you finished speaking, in complete shock at the unexplainable barrage of words that had just left your mouth. You wanted nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow you up whole.
Spencer just laughed, brushing aside his papers before standing up, “It’s ok...I’ll try and find something.” He said, simply before walking away, presumably into his bedroom. You took this moment to explore the room you were currently in, your eyes scanning across the walls of books...shelves filled to the brim with what you could only assume were every title ever written. The furniture was worn, but not in a way that made it look old and you’d be willing to bet it was antique, expensive. The decor was minimal, similar to his office with the lack of pictures, however, there were more of his awards hung up, taking up almost an entire wall. It was impressive, it was very him. You took a few steps forward, a larger book sitting on the table catching your eye, and without thinking you reached out to touch it, curiosity getting the better of you. But you didn’t get the chance to look.
“Y/N.” Spencer’s voice made you jump, quickly turning around to look at him. He was holding what seemed to be an old college sweatshirt, grey with something you couldn’t quite make out written on it, “I’m still looking for some pants that might fit you but I’ll bring them to you once I find them.” He handed you the sweatshirt which you accepted graciously, you couldn’t wait to get out of this dress and into something comfier. You made your way back to the guest room, shutting the door behind you before collapsing on the bed. It was comfy, way comfier than the one in your apartment and you almost wished you could stay here forever.
You sat back up to take your shoes off, sighing in relief at the feeling of comfort that took over your body. You wiggled your toes slightly to get some feeling back into them before setting your feet down into the plush rug that covered the floor. You closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the calmness that took over you...at least for a few moments. A knock on the door made you open your eyes as you said a quiet, “Come in.”
Spencer creaked the door hesitantly, eyes closed slightly as he poked his head into the room only opening when he saw you were still fully dressed. “I found these...they might be too long but I’m sure you can roll them up.” He handed you a pair of sweatpants that didn’t look like they’d ever been used before continuing. “Oh and I bought you some socks.” He placed the mismatched socks on top of the sweatpants, watching as you smiled at the patterned items in front of you.
“Sea lions...,” You said, gesturing towards the socks, “....and ice-cream. Interesting combination.” You don’t know what compelled you to do so, but you looked down toward his socks, noticing his own wacky combination and smiling. “Though not as interesting as those.”
His cheeks turned pink, “Thank you...I think.” He watched as you placed the clothes next to the hoodie he’d given you, and for the first time, he had a proper look at your dress. It looked even better on you than he had imagined, his tummy fluttering seeing you wear something he’d bought you.
“Oh, it was definitely a compliment.” You said, turning back to face him and lifting up the sweatshirt. “You went to Caltech?”
“Yes, I got my first few degrees there.” He said and if it was anyone else, it would’ve sounded like they were bragging, but not Spencer. It was strange, every time you were with him, you uncovered a new piece of who he was. As though you were slowly but surely chipping away at something, almost a wall that he had put up, one that you were finding yourself increasingly desperate to remove.
“First few huh? Impressive...I can barely make it through one.” You joked, laughing at your self-depreciation. Spencer began to shake his head in disagreement with your comment, but before he could you spoke up again. “I’m going to get changed now if that's alright.”
Spencer nodded his head, a little saddened at the sudden end to your conversation but understanding of how exhausted you were. He was honestly surprised and impressed that you'd made it this long without crashing out., “Of course that’s alright. Goodnight Y/N.” He said, making his way back towards the door.
“Goodnight Dr Reid...and thank you, once again.” You said, watching as he smiled at you before shutting the door behind him. You rushed out of your dress and into the clothes he’d given you, the sweater fitting quite well whereas the pants were comically long. You decided to go without them, after all, they weren’t entirely necessary under the comfort of Spencer's insanely thick blankets. You crawled into bed after switching off the light, your head resting against the soft pillow as you finally about to go to sleep with no distractions or interruptions. Except now, you realised, you were absolutely parched and in desperate need of water.
You waited until the lights in the hallway went off and you were sure Spencer was in his room, asleep, before getting up and quickly making your way across the floor, grateful for the socks protecting you against cool tiles outside of the room. You navigated your way through his apartment to the best of your abilities, finding the kitchen with ease and grabbing a glass from where he’d told you, you were about to turn the tap to fill up your glass when you heard what sounded like water running from behind you, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you placed your glass back down on the counter. You walked out of the kitchen to see where the noise was coming from, taking a few steps before noticing the light shining from beneath the bathroom door. Now you should’ve minded your own business, you should’ve walked back into the kitchen, got your water and left. But you couldn’t, especially not when you heard a faint noise from behind the door, a sound that almost resembled your name. You tiptoed forward, getting closer to the door...you could hear the shower running and you were about to turn out around, almost sure you’d imagined it when you heard it again, except this time it was clearer. A soft “Fuck...Y/N” from an all too familiar voice.
Your breath hitched your throat and despite everything in your brain that told you not to, you took another step closer, leaning your ear against the door. The sounds were more audible now, almost unmissable. He was moaning, whining and whimpering your name. The almost melodic sounds rushed straight to your core causing you to clench your thighs together to relieve some of the building tension. You stood there for a little while longer, listening to the sounds get louder as he got closer to his end, he was so close, you could tell by the faint strain in his voice and how the crude sounds of his hand rubbing along his cock got louder and more frequent, you felt dizzy from the image in your head desperate to know what he was picturing in his as he finished.
The shower stopping suddenly brought you back to reality and the sound of the shower curtain being pushed back, caused you to back away, Almost sprinting back to your own room, to the comfort of the covers. You lay there for a moment, winded. Your head was spinning at what had just happened and you almost pinched yourself to make sure it wasn’t all a dream. You waited until you heard his door close, allowing some extra time to make sure he wouldn’t be coming back out again. He wasn’t.
You sighed in relief as you brought a hand down to your panties, whimpering at how they were completely soaked through from listening to his finish, your name tumbling from his soft pink lips as he did. You pictured it in your head as you began rubbing slow circles over your panties, envisioning the way he tugged his lip between his teeth, his head thrown back in pleasure as he bucked his hips into his palm. You sped up your own movements as you continued to imagine his, the way his cock twitched against his palm as he got closer, his mouth dropping open as sighs of pleasure left him, his thumb gently rolling across his tip…
Your hips bucked up against air as you neared your own finish, your hand coming up to cover your mouth and muffle the tiny whines that escaped you, Spencer’s name leaving your lips repeatedly like a mantra. You were close, so so close. You closed your eyes again, this time picturing him as he came, his eyes squeezed shut, shuddering as he released all over his stomach and hand, painting a beautiful picture across his delicate skin. It was too much, you cried out into your palm as your high hit, so strong your toes curled, tears left your eyes and you had to work your way through the aftershocks that tore through your body. You lay there, struggling to breathe for a few moments as the events of the last 30 minutes washed over you and you couldn’t stop the shivers that ran through your spine, as you realised that you were absolutely and completely fucked.
Can you please write a blurb of Virgin!reader and professor Reid w an innocence kink 🤭 btw I love your writing sm💜
The vibes: here here and here
I’ve written this as more of a dom!Spencer vibe!
I accidentally wrote a fic instead of a blurb my bad!
I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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You both knew what your were doing when you showed up to his office that day.
You may have been inexperienced but no one could miss the way he looked at you. The way his eyes lingered on your legs whenever you sat in the front row of his class. Or how he’d always need to talk to you about something or other after a lecture.
You noticed that he’d trip over his words on the days that you wore a little skirt. Crossing and uncrossing your legs whenever he looked towards you.
So that’s exactly what you wore to his office hours today. Knocking gently on his door. When he opens his door he can barely hide his shocked expression. Stifling it immediately and hardening his face, ushering you inside.
You were there under the guise of getting an assignment back, but you both had other plans. Neither of you speak once the door is closed, silently standing in front of one another. He’s the one that makes the first move, diving in and crashing his lips against yours, rough and hungry. His mouth is open almost instantly, his tongue moving against yours, tasting every inch of you. His hands are braced either side of your face, fisting in your hair and pulling ever so slightly.
When you break apart you’re both panting, chests heaving, lips swollen.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long” he breathes, lips turning up in a devious smile, “You’ve got no idea what you do to me” he finshes. His hands snaking down to your waist, lingering there before sliding down to your hips, resting just above your ass.
“I’ve got some idea” you look up at him, biting your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes.
“Oh yeah?” He teases, “Is that why you wore this tiny little skirt?” His hands move down now, palming at the curve of your ass over the fabric.
You nod, letting out a small gasp as he grabs you roughly.
“The things I’ve thought about doing to you in this little skirt” he groans against your ear as he leans in, and you can’t help but let out a low moan as his hands finally pull up the fabric and make contact with the skin of your bare ass over your panties. Digging his fingers in harshly and pulling you in closer with that grip.
As his lips meet your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses you finally bring yourself to speak.
“I want you so bad Dr. Reid” you whimper, and his nails only dig in harsher.
“Fuck” he moans and lets go of you, “Sit on my desk now” he commands and you rush over, sitting yourself on the edge of the huge wooden desk.
He joins you a second later, nestling between your legs, his hands are on you right away, landing on the outside of your thighs where your skirt has ridden up. Sinking his nails in and pulling you closer to him.
When you let out a little whimper his hands trail down in between your thighs, grazing over the wet spot on your panties, pushing his fingertips against the fabric with the lightest pressure.
“Is somebody wet for me?” He growls against your ear and you nod, the feeling between your legs too overwhelming already
“Do you want my cock sweetheart?” He asks, and you’re not sure where you thought this was going to end up but you freeze just a little. And he can tell, pulling back when he can sense your hesitation.
“What’s wrong?” He rushes out, “We can stop if you want I just thought you wanted this?” he looks flustered and you want to put him at ease. This is what you wanted, more than anything but you felt like you should tell him.
“I do— it is! I just haven’t— I’m a virgin Dr. Reid” you don’t look at him as you speak. Just a little shy but mostly terrified that this will put him off, that he’d just want to someone more experienced and reject you.
“So you do want my cock?” He just says, in the same sultry tone as before, and it shocks you just a little.
“So you don’t mind? You— Did you hear me?” Your hands hold his shoulders for a second looking up into his eyes, and they’re soft, but there’s also a fire behind them.
“I heard you sweetheart, you’re a virgin?” He asks for reassurance and you nod, “No one else has been inside this pretty little pussy?” He asks again, this time his hands come back down between your legs. Pulling the crotch of your panties to the side and grazing between your folds.
“No one” you gasp out, and he nods.
“Good, no ones fingers? No ones tongue?” He’s just teasing you now, moaning the questions right into your ear and his fingers work against you.
“No!” You yelp, “just my— ah!— just my fingers”
He must like that answer because his fingers that had been trailing around find your entrance, two of them pushing in slowly, forcing a moan from deep in your throat. Your hands that are still firmly on his shoulders dig in, your nails would leave marks if it weren’t for his shirt.
“That’s a good girl, nice and wet. For such a tight little cunt you take my fingers so well.” He starts to pump them in and out, faster, deeper, until you’re squirming around them. Leaning your head forward you stifle your moans against your professors chest, muffling them with the fabric of his shirt as you cum.
“So responsive” he chuckles, “took me no time at all” he teases, pulling you off of him so he can look at your face, your red rimmed eyes and your swollen lips. Just a hint of your mascara was falling down already, no doubt some of it stained his shirt right now.
“Do you think you’re ready for me now sweetheart?” He asks, already unbuckling his pants.
“Please sir, I want it so bad.” You whine, and it sounds positively pathetic.
“What do you want?” He asks, pushing down his pants leaving him in his briefs. And you can see the outline of him through the thin fabric. And the little stain where he was leaking from the tip.
“I want you sir” you pout, but that doesn’t seem like the answer he was looking for.
“Nope, try again” he starts to palm himself over his briefs, letting out little groans.
“I want your cock sir?” You ask and he smirks, nodding just a little.
“And where do you want it sweetheart?” He moans.
“I want it inside me! I want it deep in my pussy” you were getting the hang of this. And watching the way the filthy words tumbled from your sweet innocent lips does something to him. So he lunges at you, gripping you by the back of the neck and pulling you in for rough kiss.
When he pulls back you’re both gasping.
“Get up and bend over the desk” he breathes, and you do right away. Hopping up to turn around and lay your chest and stomach against the wooden desk.
He grips you by your hips, positioning you exactly where he wants you and then his hands come to the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to expose your ass to him. He hooks his fingers in your panties, pulling them down and off your legs, placing sloppy kisses on the back of your thighs as he pulls them off.
When you hear him pull down his own briefs you can almost feel the rush between your legs. The excitement, the anticipation.
“Are you on any protection?” He asks, as you hear him rummaging in one of his desk drawers. But you’d wanted this for so long you’d thought ahead.
“I’m on the pill Dr. Reid. I wanted it to be you, wanted you inside me. Wanted all of you inside me”
“Fuck” he moans out, his hands coming back to rest on your hips. And then you feel it.
The tip of his cock running through your folds mixing both of your arousals together, gently nudging against your still sensitive clit.
He lines right up against your entrance and moves in so teasingly slow. The stretch is enough to make your hands fly out and grip the edges of the desk, digging your nails into the wood.
“Oh god! Dr. Reid! Feels so— big” you moan out, not caring who can hear from the hall.
“Your little virgin pussy is so tight” he groans, “Bet you’ve never felt this full before”
“No! My fingers— uh! They’re nothing like this” you’re whimpering as he starts to move. Pushing his way so deep inside of you before pulling out almost completely, then slamming his hips back into you. Forcing your own hips into the desk.
“And they’re never gonna be good enough again” he huffs as he thrusts in and out, “now that you’ve had me”
You think he might actually be right, the way he fills you up, hitting up against something inside of you that you hardly knew was there till now, you know you’d never be able to make yourself feel this good.
“Fuck! So— uh, so good sir” you’re almost crying now, the combination of both orgasms hitting you, overwhelming you.
“You gonna cum for me? You gonna come for me again sweetheart?” he’s moaning it out but his breaths are harsh and heavy, and he seems like he might be close too.
“Mmhmm” you whimper, feeling a small few tears as they finally escape down your cheeks, “please—fuck! Please cum inside me! I’m yours” you cry out before you’re shaking around him, your hands braced against the edges of the desk, tears flowing now from the overwhelming feeling.
“That’s my good girl” he mutters, panting as he’s about to break himself. And then he’s spilling inside you, it’s warm and so deep inside of you that you didn’t realize you could feel quite this full. This content.
He takes a few moments before he’s pulling out of you, his hands releasing from your hips where they felt like they’d been stuck there.
When he pulls out you the feel the sense of emptiness almost instantly. He takes some time to clean himself up, pulling his clothes back on, all the time whispering sweet words to you.
“Are you okay sweetheart?” He asks pulling you up off the desk and turning you around to face him. His eyes are soft and sweet, and maybe a little concerned even, “Did I go to hard on you?” He asks as his hand comes up to cup your jaw gently, holding your cheek in his hand.
“I’m good” you breath out, still a little shaky, “better than good” you smile up at him, reaching up to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Would you want to do that again sometime?” He asks, his confidence returning quickly. And you can’t help but nod profusely.
“Yes!” You blurt out before reigning it in, “I mean, if you want to, I’d be, um, I’d be up for that”
His smiles wide at you before his thumbs come up to graze your cheeks, wiping away the tears and the mascara stains there.
“Better to have you all nice and clean, don’t want anyone knowing what happened in here” he says in a low voice, and it makes you a little eager to go again.
“I’ve got a meeting in 5 minutes, you should probably get going but here” he writes something on a piece of paper and hands it to you, “here’s my number, my personal number. Call me tonight?” He almost seems a little nervous, until you take it with a grin, stuffing it in the pocket of your shirt.
As you turn to leave you remember something.
“Dr. Reid? Could I get my panties back?” You ask with a little giggle but he shakes his head.
“I’m afraid I have to confiscate them” he says it like it’s a joke before leaning in next to your ear.
“We don’t want anyone knowing what happened in here except for you and me. I want you to feel me between your legs in your next class”
He pulls back then, letting you walk away as you can feel his cum slowly start to drip out, sliding down the inside of your thighs.
