A/N: Hello Everyone! This is my first ever fic that I've posted on this sight. I've been obsessed with Criminal Minds and Spencer Reid since the beginning of quarentine, so might as well put the obsession to good use! I hope you like it, and I am planning on posting a part 2 within the next couple days! Enjoy! (Also, I wrote and edited this on mobile so if the formating is weird I'm sorry)
Character/Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of abduction, nonconsensual drug use, mentions of drugs, swearing, dirty thoughts
Beta: My good Friend Erin!
My skin feels like flames are crawling up my arms and my legs shake with every uneven step I take.
Sweat coats my brow, and my stomach churns as the world spins around me.
All because of the hand resting on the nape of my neck, which belongs to the unsub dubbed "the wizard" by the public.
He has a habit of abducting women, injecting them with some weird mix of drugs, and leaving them to fend for themselves.
Let's hope that statistic stays that way.
He pushes me forward, and I only vaguely know where we are.
My mind is in shambles, able to think about one thing and one thing only.
Every inch of him is infecting my mind, making my core pulse like it never has before.
Every image that flashes through my mind creates a dirty chain reaction.
I've had fantasies before, but god, they don't come close to the ones running through my mind.
I swallow, and wrap my arms around myself.
"What did- What did you put in me, you bastard?"
"Something to kick your little crush on the doctor into something more. Call it a love potion."
But I wasn't able to finish my sentence before he shoved me up a flight of stairs.
I trip, falling onto my knees, my palms digging into the stone of the steps.
He grabs the collar of my jacket and drags me up the stairs, letting me go once we reach the top.
I slump against the railing, trying to catch my breath.
He leans down, and pins something to my shirt.
I try to focus on his face, but it's dark, and my mind won't cooperate.
He stands, ringing the doorbell of an apartment, before walking away.
I try to stand, to go after him but he's gone before I can stabilize myself onto my legs.
And then I hear the door creak open, and a voice speaks out.
How the hell can one word ruin me?
"Sp-Spencer?" This is hell. How can I be around him like this? How did the unsub even find out?
"Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?"
He opens the door, and the light behind him basks him in an ethereal glow.
He comes towards me, worry creasing his face as he places his hands on my upper arms.
Even through two layers of clothing, the touch alone sends sparks up my skin.
I bite my tongue to hold back a moan.
"He got me." It's hard to breathe right, with him standing so close to me. My breaths are ragged and shallow.
"He got me, and he injected me with something, and then he brought me here."
He pulls me behind him as his hand rests on his gun, which is still situated on his hip from the work day.
His eyes scan the street, and when he finds no one, he turns around, and ushers me into the building.
He's behind me, a hand placed gently on my lower back to keep me steady as he leads me towards his apartment.
God what I wish those hands would do to me.
Those long, slender fingers move faster and faster within me, curling around that pretty little spot until-
I stop, putting a hand out to steady myself against the wall, a pained moan leaving my throat. Sweat drips down my temple.
His eyes raked up and down my body, obviously profiling me, trying to figure out what was going on.
"I don't know." I say through gritted teeth. "But it feels like my body is on fire."
He nods, and within a few seconds we’re entering his apartment.
I run my hands through my hair and rub my face.
Everytime I breathe, I can smell his musk, the natural scent of Spencer.
I shed my jacket, trying to cool off, but it only helps for a second.
The heat is radiating from inside me.
I sit on his couch and put my head in my hands, my leg bouncing as I try to distract myself from the impossible.
The leather is cool against my back, as he pushes into me, his kisses feverish, his hands roaming.
This is borderline painful.
"We need to get you to the hospital."
Shit that's the last thing I need. My team, let alone anyone seeing me all hot and bothered like I've never been before.
"No. God no. I know how to make it go
I take a shuddery breath.
"I just need to be alone."
"I'm not leaving you, y/n. You're obviously in pain."
He rests on his knees in front of me, and his hand lays on my lower thigh.
God, of course his hands have to be right fucking there, god damnit.
If only he knew he was making it worse.
"Can you at least explain to me what you're feeling?"
But what the hell am I supposed to do? He's a genius, he'd figure it out eventually.
His words are laced with worry and care, and his eyes are soft.
I couldn't say no to him, even if I wanted to.
I take a breath and clasp my hands together to keep them from shaking.
"Um, I'm really hot, like really hot. Uh,"
My pussy is pulsing with every breath I take.
"I can't focus. I'm shakey."
That's the understatement of the century.
He's looking at me, but I know he's in his head, trying to narrow down what could possibly be in my system.
But my answers were vague. They could be the symptoms of any number of narcotics.
I run my hands over my jeans, and stand, walking over to his windows.
If I don't tell him, he's just going to keep worrying.
"I'm horny, okay? I'm beyond horny."
When I turn to face him, he's standing with his hands in his pockets, red covering his cheeks. "Oh."
I groan, planting my face into my hands.
"This wasn't supposed to happen, at least not like this. He found out, I don't know how but he did, and now I'm here, horny as all hell, embarrassing myself with every second that passes and-"
I pause for a moment, going over the words that had just left my mouth.
He walks towards me, stopping in front of me to reach up and rip something from my shirt.
Please don't say that right now.
He turns it in between his fingers, to show me the note.
If my face wasn't already flushed, I'm sure it would have been.
I close my eyes, not wanting to look at him when I speak it into truth.
My hands were clenched so hard, my nails were sure to leave crescent moons on my palms.
"He found out, that," I bite my lip, and groan. "He found out that I like you. A lot more than as friends, okay? I don't know how but he did.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, before crossing my arms and staring at the ground.
"When I asked him why, he said it was to kick my crush on you into something more." I scoff, shifting my weight from foot to foot. "He called it a fucking love potion."
I can hear the seconds pass by the clock resting on his wall.
I can feel his eyes on the side of my face.
His voice is soft, yet louder than I was expecting, and his fingers trail lightly up my arm.
That's when I look at him.
"No. No, I can't let you do that. That's not fair to you. You're only doing because you feel like you have to and I can't do that t-"
"Y/n," his hand comes up to cover my mouth, and his eyes are darker than I've ever seen them.
He wears a small smirk where his smile used to sit, and when he speaks, his voice is lowered.
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to, now would I?"
It wasn't a question like he had phrased it, oh no. It was a statement. One that told me he wanted it just as much as I did.
If you had told me this morning, that by the end of the night, I would have Spencer Reid offering to fuck drugs out of my system, I would have laughed in your face.
But right now, it was taking everything in me not to jump his bones.
His hand moves from my mouth, his fingers brushing hair out of my vision, tucking it behind my ear.
I stare, wide eyed at him, hands shaking as I reach up and wrap my hand around his wrist.
"Is that what you want me to do? You want me to fuck it out of you?"
I know this is exactly what the unsub wants.
I know we're falling right into his trap.
But god damn it, I want this too.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I nearly gasped, "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
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