First of all congratulations on the 69 followers.
I would like to request a “you secretly like each other but act you hate each other” with Spence.
Maybe have dom!Spencer? Idk I’ll leave everything else up to you. I really like the idea of having Spence just snap and be all “oh fuck it” or something.
ps: I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense or it sounds lame I just don’t know how to put it.
A/N: Ahh okay this was so fun to write and I hope it lives up to your expectation! I tried my hardest. I haven't written smut in sooo long.
SMUT 18+ ONLY.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3K
Content warnings: Pure filth, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degradation (whore), use of pet names (little one, bambi, theres another i can't think of.), restriction play, slapping. That's all I can think of let me know if I missed any.
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Spencer Reid was insufferable, he knew he was insufferable! (Y/N) had never been more embarrassed than she was in that very moment; her anger washed over her in waves. Her cheeks reddening as the seconds passed by, Spencer stood beside her pretending he didn't just embarrass her in front of the whole precinct. Emily quickly closed out their profile, and (Y/N) was the first to rush from the group; searching for a bathroom to hide in. Closing the door, locking it behind her she pressed her back against the door, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
“(Y/N), hey are you okay in there?” Tara’s voice rang through the big wooden door, clearing her throat and wiping her eyes (Y/N) stood straight. Upon opening the door she shifted on her feet, laughing the situation off. “Oh my god, yeah. Sorry.”
A crease formed in between Tara’s eyebrows, she didn’t believe her one bit, the embarrassment was all over (Y/N)’s face. Tara stepped into the bathroom with (Y/N), leaning against the sink. “Spencer had no business doing what you did to you out there.” Tara’s words came out soft and comforting as always. (Y/N)’s eyes looked everywhere else except at her friend.
“He’s been like this since I joined the team. I don’t see why he’s so intimidated by me! I pose no threat to him.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t see it like th-”
The conversation is interrupted by a patterned knock on the door, (Y/N) sighs and turns back to Tara giving a quick thank you before the two filed out of the tiny bathroom. Walking back into the small office where the team gathered, however, the others have already left for the hotel. Spencer stood beside the whiteboard, his arms crossed over his chest and the sleeves of his light pink shirt rolled up to his elbows. Dr. Reid was a very handsome man, (Y/N) would be lying to herself if she denied that. Infact, it was one out of two things that first drew her attention to him when she joined the team. For a moment she forgot why she hated him. She’d been staring too long, because suddenly Spencer and her were holding eye contact. Spencer was first to break his gaze, pulling his bag out of the chair, gathering his stuff to leave.
“I’m not apologizing. You could have thrown our whole profile off by your smallest mistake! You need to learn to think before you speak.”
There it was; there was the reason. (Y/N) let an angry huff out of her nose, rolling her eyes after Tara had also left close behind the others. “I need to learn to think before I speak? You just embarrassed me in front of not only our whole team but this entire precinct!” (Y/N) raised her voice a bit, she’d had enough of his attitude and the way he had been treating her for months on end. Spencer scoffed, throwing his messenger bag over his shoulder heading for the door. “Oh no, no you don’t.” (Y/N) stepped between him and the door; her chest pressing against his just a bit. Her hand found the lock on the doorknob, quickly turning it.
“I’m tired of you treating me like this! I am an essential part of this team, Dr. Reid and you should start treating me like it. So, we are gonna stay in here till we work this out.”
It was her only demand, it was all she wanted. (Y/N) looked up at him, becoming aware of how close they were. Her heart thrumming against her ribs, she swallowed hard looking up at him. “Pretty please.” The voice that came out of her was one she almost didn’t recognize; it was barely a whisper but it carried a sweet tone with it she didn’t realize it was happening till it was already out there. Spencer’s pupils dilated a bit, his hand reaching out; grabbing onto her waist. (Y/N)’s breath hitched in her throat, closing her eyes and entering her own little world. Only to be rudely pulled out by being gently moved away from the door. A soft laugh filled the room, Spencer’s hand on her doorknob he looked over at her.
“I’ll tell you what.” His voice carried a calmness to it, he turned towards her. “You..use that beautiful brain of yours to profile why I act this way towards you and maybe..you’ll gain a little bit of my respect.” With that he was gone.
It’d been almost an hour since the interaction between Spencer and (Y/N); and here she was pacing back and forth in her hotel room. Knowing Spencer is one room over, a smug smile on his face watching his new little experiment fall into place, ate her alive. She’d figured it out, she finally had an idea as to why he treated her like he does, but it was the working up the nerve to confront it that took the longest. Out of nowhere the courage built, and she didn’t waste a minute acting on it. Moving as fast as she could to his room only one room over, she knocked on his door stepping back and waiting. Her hands rubbed against her the fabric of her work skirt while she waited. It felt like she’d stood outside the room forever before the door opened, there Spencer stood: clad in a Caltech sweatshirt and plaid bottoms.
“I was beginning to worry you weren’t going to catch on.”
There was nothing special about the way he said it, it was his typical speech pattern, but something about it only grew the feeling inside her more. (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, being interrupted by Spencer motioning her inside. What happened next she would have never expected from the Doctor.
“Don’t waste your breath, bambi.”
The pet name sent shock waves through her, her stomach tightening, and the dampness in her underwear growing.
“We both know what you’re here for. I think it’s best if we skip the small talk.” His hand cradled her face, quite gently actually. The coolness of his hand helped soothe the heat in her cheek. “First you’re going to undress, and get on your knees. Next, you’ll tell me the conclusion you’ve come to.” (Y/N) stared into his eyes, she knew it didn’t look like she was listening. Spencer’s thumb brushed against her cheek bone, his eyes softening a bit as they peered into hers.
“I want you to know you can always say no, do you understand? Use your words.”
(Y/N) nodded, rubbing her cheek against his hand. “Yes, I understand.” Spencer smiled, giving a light pat to her cheek before squeezing roughly. “Good girl, you listen very well.” He hums, bringing her in for a kiss. (Y/N) felt her brain malfunction, as their lips pushed together, Spencer’s asserting dominance over her. She thought she could stay like this forever, her hands holding onto his hips as they kissed a bit longer. A soft whine left her lips as Spencer pulled away, but it was nowhere compared to the one that left her mouth as his hand slapped across her cheek. Shyly, a smile spread across her face as she rubbed the spot.
“Do as I said, stop showing off.”
Embarrassment flooded through her body as she realized Spencer would be watching her undress, he sat himself snugly in the armchair in the corner of the room. To help ease her into it Spencer removed his own sweatshirt, slowly, (Y/N) untucked her shirt from the high waisted skirt. A dark red flush covered her shoulders and the tops of her breast, as she piled the shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. Spencer hummed a soft smile on his face, watching her in fascination.
“You’re devine..my imagination could never live up to this.”
(Y/N)’s breath escaped her, he thought of her like this, vulnerable and exposed. There was the feeling again; the tightness in her stomach as she pulled her skirt down. She swallowed harshly as she kicked it to the side, nervously reaching behind her to unhook her bra. The straps slipped down her arms, and she tossed it to the side with the rest. A sweet giggle escaped her lips as Spencer drew in a deep breath, her cheeks flushing even darker. “C’mere.” He motioned her closer, holding his hand out for her to take. (Y/N) slipped her hand into his large one, walking closer stopping right in front of him. Goosebumps formed on her skin, as he took his hands and dragged them up her body. They dragged over her collarbones and down to her tits massaging them; he couldn’t help himself. His hands kneaded them roughly, squeezing her nipples before moving on. She was being spoiled with his touch, which was about to make the next few minutes hard for her. Spencer stopping at the waist line of her underwear pulled a small complaint from (Y/N), as she shifted impatiently on her feet.
“Color?” He asked, his breath fanning against her stomach.
“Green.”
Her confirmation was all he needed, pulling her underwear down her legs he let out a content hum. (Y/N) blushed, pulling her lip between her teeth as she stepped out of them. Spencer brought the black fabric up to his nose sniffing them, laughing at the wet spot in them. “Is this what was happening in the hour you wasted, bambi?”
“N-no not really, Sir.” She fell into her role as naturally as Spencer had, he sat back with the panties now laying on the arm of the chair. “Don’t make me repeat myself, you know what to do next.” (Y/N) took a step back, sinking down onto her knees in front of Spencer looking up at him awaiting further instruction. Her hands rested on her thighs, palms up right, watching Spencer closely with every little move. Spencer stood, slowly he walked around her in a circle; similar to how a predator does its prey. Once he stopped, (Y/N) was eye level with his pelvis; her cheeks flushing dark red, seeing his cock hardening in his pants as the moments went on. Spencer's hand cupped her chin in his hand, pulling her up to look at him.
“Tell me the conclusion you came to little one.”
Just like that the entire English language seemingly disappeared from her brain, she stared up at him a dumb look on her face. Her mouth hung open as she searched for her words. “I’m not a patient man..hurry.”
“You..” She searched for her words as Spencer’s thumb grazed her bottom lip. “You treated me like you did because you didn’t want to get close to me.”
She finally breathed out the start of her theory, Spencer’s thumb dragged across her cheek as he let out a content hum. His smile alone told her she was right, and she felt pride build in her chest, letting out a low moan as Spencer's hand tangled itself in her hair and giving it a pull. “You’re such a smart girl.” His praise alone built her pride up more, the praise mixed with his roughness made her brain short circuit. “Go on, tell me more.”
“You kept me at arms length, and tore me down. Because if you didn’t you would fall for me.” She trailed off as she stared up at him, unaware of him pulling his pants down. Spencer pulled her head back down, putting her eye to eye with his cock. It was the prettiest one she'd seen in a while; the pink head glistening with precum. With no lead she opened her mouth waiting for him to make his next move.
“I always thought you were a bit..mouthy.”
When Spencer spoke, his calmness still carried in his voice. His hands coming down and cupping both of (Y/N)’s cheeks, moving his cock into her mouth. She let out a pleasant squeal, her hands coming out to rest on Spencer’s thighs. “Ah, ah did I say you could touch?” (Y/N) stared up at him, the pleasant feeling of embarrassment returning to him as she peered up at him; his cock on the tip of her tongue. She shook her head, dropping her hands back to her thighs watching him. In return Spencer shook his head at her, giving her a tisk. “You were doing so good, and listening.” As he spoke he sunk himself down into her throat.
(Y/N) held back a gag as she felt him make his way down her throat. Her eyes closed, and her forehead nuzzled against his lower stomach, the hair there tickling her nose. Her giggle vibrating through Spencer, let him know she was ready. Spencer held nothing back, his hips snapped against her face at a brutal pace. (Y/N) felt the tears gathering in her eyes, trying her hardest to breathe through her nose as she peered up at him.
“Fu..God you look..” The words hung in Spencer's throat, as (Y/N)’s tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she looked up at him, watching him fall apart because of her. Her hand snuck between her own legs, rubbing her clit slowly, eliciting a muffled and low moan from her. Spencer came undone at that, shooting his hot seed into her mouth. He pulled out, holding her mouth open looking at his fluid coating the inside of her mouth.
“Swallow it. And stop touching yourself, you look like a whore.” He spoke after collecting himself again. (Y/N) blushed, swallowing the warm liquid, but keeping her fingers between her legs. Spencer watched her, giving her only a couple seconds to listen to him before pulling her hand off of her cunt. “I thought you were a good girl who wanted to listen to me?” Spencer scolded her as he pulled her from the floor, practically pulling her to the bed, where she stood between his legs.
(Y/N) blushed, putting her hands on his shoulders, rubbing slowly. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry what?”
“I’m sorry..Sir.”
Spencer hummed, pulling her forward he placed his lips in the valley of her breasts. Chuckling, as he moved his kisses over to her left breast pulling her nipple into his mouth sucking. His left hand held her waist firmly, while the other slipped between her folds rubbing her sensitive bud. (Y/N)’s moan filled the room, her head tilting back and closing her eyes. He pulled away moving to her other breast after he spoke “No, no look at me. Keep those eyes open.” (Y/N) whined, looking back down at Spencer, her legs shaking as his middle finger found its way into her.
“All this for me? How long have you thought about me using you like this?” Spencer teased, removing his finger from her. Pulling her down across his lap Spencer pushed her legs open, and gave himself a good look at her center. (Y/N) let out a huff as her body made rough contact with Spencer's legs. She mumbled under her breath, something sounding like ‘too long.’ She turned her head a bit trying to look at Spencer, who looked at her cunt admiringly. “You’re a whore, you know that?” He finally turned to look at her, his middle finger sliding back into her hole. “I..I know.” She breathed out, Spencer pushing the single finger in and out slowly before adding his ring finger. “You’re not cumming like this, I hope you know. I want to feel you on my cock, feel the way you squeeze, and beg me to cum inside you.”
“Fuck, please..” A broken whine slipped from her mouth. “Sir, please. I want your cock.”
The exit of Spencer’s fingers was more saddening than she anticipated. Her body was moved onto the bed in a loving motion, she watched Spencer closely as he kneeled between her legs. His softness returned as he took her hand kissing it. “Color?” (Y/N) smiled, her hand holding his cheek. “Green.” She hummed, trailing her hand through his hair, and the switch flipped. Her hand that once cradled his face was now pinned down beside her head, Spencer staring down at her. His chest heaved with excitement, his breath fanning her face.
“I’d love to eat you out till you can’t stop crying but I think we’ll have to hold off on that.”
(Y/N) bit her lip to hold back a loud moan as Spencer rubbed the head of his cock over her clit. “Besides, you asked nicely.” Spencer leaned down, locking their lips again as he slid into her, her breath hung in her throat. (Y/N)’s free hand coming to his shoulder and digging into the skin there. “I know baby, but you take it so well.”
(Y/N) looked at him, starting to rut against him, wanting him to move. Spencer smirked, circling his hips to help her adjust before pulling out and sliding back in. “Feels..so much better than I thought.” He spoke with struggle, (Y/N) closed her eyes, a dumb smile on her face at that. He thought about her, she couldn't lie there were moments she thought of him too. Spencer’s pace built and built, his hand pulling her hand from his shoulder pinning it alongside her other hand. Giggling a bit, (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Spencer's waist, pulling him in closer. Spencer leant down kissing her slowly, deeping his thrust hitting a spot that pulled a deep moan from her.
“Take it so well, bambi. So proud of you.”
(Y/N)’s brain started to fog, the feeling that's been building gradually in her stomach finally coming to a peek. Spencer noticed, his hands released her arms, bringing his hand down to her clit rubbing again. “You’re doing so well, come on.” He urged, his voice coming out in pants. “Come on my cock.”
(Y/N) finished, her back arching and a loud moan she’d been suppressing breaking through. Her breath shaky, she wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck, bringing him down as he continued to thrust. He was quickly approaching his own.
“Please sir, cum inside me. I..want it so bad.”
Her pleas must have gone straight to his cock, because only seconds later he was pushing deep and spilling inside her. Spencer didn’t make any points to move, his cock was still planted deep inside her, his lips kissing softly at her shoulder blade. (Y/N) smiled tiredly to herself, soaking in the closeness they’re experiencing for the first time. “No, no no.” She whined, feeling Spencer pull himself out and his weight disappear from her. Her whine went unanswered or unintended as Spencer left to the bathroom, and wet a wash rag. “You’re dramatic.” He teased, approaching the bed, wiping their mix of fluids from between her legs. “You’re so cute.” He says laying the rag on the edge of the unused nightstand, watching her blush as he pushes hair from her face.
“Are you feeling okay?” (Y/N) nods, moving over and making room for him to lay next to her. Spencer chuckles, sliding in next to her covering them both up. “Better now that I know you don’t hate me.”
She closed her eyes, awaiting his response. Spencer held her closer kissing the top of her head. “Never say that, love.” He jokes, reaching over and turning the light off, cradling her closer.
