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Lessons in Deviance | S.R (Part 1/2)

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Part Two

Summary - you were more than smart enough to know that playing dumb to get more help from your incredibly attractive professor was a bad idea. And now you’ve found yourself caught up in an extremely sexy, yet dangerous game of cat and mouse with Doctor Spencer Reid, that neither of you are prepared to lose.

A/N - a two parter as it got away from me a little! Thank you as always to the wonderful @andiebeaword and @smurphyse for reading and brainstorming this with me!

Pairing - Professor! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - absolute filth, seriously (minors DNI) angst in second part with a happy ending.

Content Warnings - age gap between consenting adults, professor x student relationship, very, very brief mentions of prison, Maeve and Hankel, lots of sexual tension, lots of flirtation, swearing, masturbation (male and female), drinking, use of “whore”, use of “good girl”, dirty talk, sexting (yes Doctor Reid sexting), lots of teasing, perv Spencer, slight exhibitionism.

Word Count - 9.4K

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“Right, who can give me an example of a psychological stressor?” Spencer looked around the room at the faces in his criminology class.

He already learnt that at least half the class was just here for auditing purposes. A classroom full of beautiful women who had nothing better to do than audit his class? Go figure.

There was one face in his class however that stuck out above the rest. He looked forward to this class more than most because you were in it.

On the first day of the semester you had strolled into his classroom and taken the seat two in from the aisle on the third from last row where you had sat every week since. You’d caught his eye straight away with your skimpy summer dress and you’d kept his attention with your warm eyes and friendly smile.

You always listened so intently to every word from his lips, nodding and chewing your lip as you took notes on your laptop, your fingers flying across the keys without even glancing down.

He’d read your transcript, he had read everyone in his class’ but yours he took a little more interest in.

Your name was Y/N Y/L/N, you were twenty three years old (much too young for the perverse thoughts he’d had about you) and you were incredibly smart. Your transcript lit up like a Christmas tree. Your grades were phenomenal.

But that’s where the problem lies. Because thus far, you were failing his class terribly.

He didn’t understand it. He’d read your transcript again and again to make sure he hadn’t missed anything but of course he hadn’t. For all intents and purposes you should have been passing his class with flying colours. It just didn’t make any sense.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he pointed to you, catching you off guard.

“Uh,” you chewed your lip “Sorry I don’t know.” you shook your head with a small shrug.

He frowned a little trying to read your expression. You didn’t look all that sorry. Definitely embarrassed, not so sorry.

He glanced at his watch, seeing it was time to wrap up class for another week.

“Ok, looks like we’re out of time. See you all next week.” he dismissed the class. “Uh, Y/N, could you stay behind for a moment please?”

You felt your cheeks burning and you tried to hide it by focusing on packing your laptop away. You waited until the rest of the class had emptied out before you slowly padded down the stairs to the front of the class.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you approached your incredibly attractive professor.

“Doctor Reid,” you tried to keep your voice level as you spoke.

“Y/N, hi.” he gave you one of his awkward waves that you found adorable. “You seem to be...struggling a little with the material.”

You chewed on your bottom lip with a small nod.

“I am.” You confessed.

“Why do you think that is?” He sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms across his chest.

“I’m...I’m not sure.” You offered him a pathetic shrug.

“I’ve read your transcript Y/N, it’s very impressive.”

Your cheeks burned at his words. It was an impressive transcript. You knew that. But hearing your incredibly attractive professor tell you so made you shy.

“Which is why I find it so hard to understand why you’re failing the class. Clearly you’re exceptionally smart, so what is it that is causing you an issue?”

You were still gnawing your lip in embarrassment.

“I really don’t know Doctor Reid. Something just isn’t clicking.”

“Is it me?” He unfolded his arms, a wave of insecurity washed over his features. “Am I not...maybe I’m not a good teacher.”

“What? No! You’re a great teacher!” You were quick to counter, too quick probably.

“It must be something.”

“I’m not sure.” You shrugged again.

“Do you think you’d maybe benefit from one on one sessions?”

Oh god why did that sound so sexy?

You swallowed, trying to remind yourself he did not mean what you wanted him to mean.

“Uh yeah, that could be really helpful actually.”

“Ok great.” He smiled a little. “I have office hours tomorrow and Friday’s between five and seven PM. Maybe if we can dig down on the areas you’re struggling with I can help make sense of it for you.”

“That sounds great, thank you Doctor Reid.” You nodded with a smile. “I’ll come by tomorrow.”

“Good.”

“Can’t wait.” You muttered under your breath before you turned and walked away.

Spencer watched you leave, mesmerised by the way your backside moved as you walked, the graceful swing of your hips.

He was determined to turn your grades around. He was going to help you pass his class. And if he got to be alone with you while he did it, all the better.

***

The following evening you had tried to look as though you hadn’t spent three hours getting ready for Doctor Reid’s office hours.

You wanted to look nice but not as though you were trying to impress him even though you were most certainly were.

You settled on your favourite pair of black jeans that accentuates your curves, hugging you in all the right places and paired them with a short sleeved lace blouse.

Your bra was just visible beneath the fabric. Enough that Doctor Reid would surely see it but not enough to make it look deliberate. You’d added some subtle make-up and spent a long time on your hair before you left your apartment and headed to campus.

You tentatively knocked on his office door, feeling a wave of nerves crash over you as you thought about being alone with the beautiful doctor. It was unfair really how gorgeous he was, how could anyone be expected to learn when he was the one teaching?

“Come in!” his voice carried through the door and after taking a few deep breaths you entered.

His office was much as you’d pictured it to be, dark wood furniture, bursting bookshelves and a desk littered with paper and yet more books.

Spencer sat behind the desk. He was smiling at you as you entered.

“Y/N hi, come in.” he motioned you into the office. You closed the door behind you and stepped towards the desk.

“I brought coffee.” you set the takeaway cups down on the desk, sliding one closer to Doctor Reid.

“Oh wow, thank you.” he smiled brightly, taking the cup. “I’ve been busy grading papers, I haven’t had a chance to get a fresh cup in hours.”

His smile drew your eyes to his lips. It was such a wonderful smile and you loved that you could be the one to elicit it from him.

You slid into the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Thanks again for helping me Doctor Reid. I’m sure I’ll get it, I just need a little assistance.”

“It’s not a problem really.” He smiled again, so genuinely that you believed he didn’t mind helping you. “Shall we start with what we were covering in yesterday’s class?”

He reached for a book on the corner of the desk and opened it at a pre-marked page.

“Stressors,” he took a sip of coffee. “A stressor is…” he looked at you, hoping you’d field the rest.

A chemical or biological agent, environmental condition, external stimulus or an event causing stress on an organism, you spoke in your head.

“Uh…” you chewed your lip. “The event that makes someone a killer.” You shrugged.

“Well kind of. But I was looking for a little more.

A stressor is a chemical or biological agent, environmental condition, external stimulus or an event causing stress on an organism. So psychologically speaking, stressors can be events or environments that individuals might perceive to be demanding, challenging or threatening. Do you want to take notes?”

You tore your eyes away from him nodding. You grabbed your bag, sliding your laptop out and opening it on the desk.

Your fingers danced across the keys.

“Do you remember the two psychological stress tests we discussed in class?”

Perceived Stress Scale and the Social Readjustment Rating Scale.

“No sorry.” You chewed your lip shyly. “I think PSS was one but I can’t quite remember what it stands for.” You pretended as though you were looking through your notes.

Spencer let out a small sigh.

“We might have our work cut out for us.” He sipped his coffee.

“I’m sorry Doctor Reid.”

“It’s ok.” He smiled. “It’s fine really. I’m going to help you. Together we can do this ok?”

You smiled at him with a nod. The look of determination in his eyes had you feeling a little guilty.

Maybe this hadn’t been the most ideal way to get close to your professor. Maybe given how smart you actually were you should have known playing dumb wasn’t a good idea. Surely it was only going to come back to bite you in the ass one day.

But for now having Doctor Reid think you were failing class and giving you extra help seemed like the only way to have an excuse to spend time with him outside of class.

So you smiled, nodded and said, “thank you Doctor Reid, I really appreciate it.”

***

“I’m so fucked.” Spencer muttered to himself as he stared down at the desk in his office the following morning. He couldn’t even bring himself to sit down because it had felt so real.

Last night the two of you had been here way past his office hours, in fact it was nearing ten PM by the time Spencer checked his watch the first time.

You spent the first few hours going over class notes, leaning towards topics that would be covered on the final. You hung off his every word much like you did in class which was why he was failing to understand why you weren’t grasping the material.

After a while the conversation turned lighter. You’d started asking him about himself. At first he’d been cautious with his words, not wanting to give too much away about his personal self to one of his students.

“What was it like working for the BAU? I can only imagine.” You smiled at him over your laptop, your eyes dancing with intrigue.

“It was fascinating.”

“Oh come on, give me more than that Doctor.” You laughed, such a magnificent sound it sounded as though it had been crafted in heaven.

He’d been called Doctor his whole adult life by all variety of people, but hearing his honorific spoken from your lips had a completely different effect on him. He hoped you didn’t notice the shudder that passed up his spine.

“It was the best years of my life.” he confessed. “I got to work with some really remarkable profilers and help catch the most prolific serial killers.” keep it vague, don’t get sucked in by a pair of pretty eyes.

“Why did you leave?”

Now that was the million dollar question. Was it because he’d spent three months in a maximum security prison? Had that been the beginning of the end for his career at the BAU? It was safe to say he’d certainly never been the same since.

Or was it Everett Lynch that had pushed him over the edge? Getting blown up and nearly dying? Cat Addams destroying his relationship with Max? It could have been any number of things or a combination of all of them.

“It was time for a change.” he said instead.

“You’re an enigma, has anyone ever told you that before Doctor Reid?” you smirked at him a little.

He knew what was happening. You were flirting with him. A few years ago Spencer wouldn’t have picked up on the signs.

“I have a good poker face.”

“Very.” you narrowed your eyes on him. “Did it have anything to do with The Chameleon? You left soon after that case did you not?”

Ah, so she’d Googled him. Well played he thought.

“He might have been a contributing factor.” he simply shrugged. “I was just ready for a change of pace.”

If you’d Googled him, what else did you know? Did you know about prison? Did you know about Hankel? Maeve? He’d never Googled himself so he didn’t know what was written about him on the internet.

“Teaching is certainly that.”

After that you’d dropped the personal questions. His walls had shot up and he pushed you back at arm's length.

He’d gone home and crawled into bed and when he’d closed his eyes he’d seen you. Your large expressive eyes, warm and playful smile. He’d seen the bra peeking out from under your blouse.

His dream last night had been a sordid one, one that had left him tentative to approach his own desk this morning.

There was no way to sugarcoat it. Spencer had dreamt of fucking you over his desk. He’d dreamt of bending you over the wooden furniture and pounding you into oblivion. He’d imagined how tight and warm you would feel wrapped around his hard dick as he made you scream his name.

“Doctor Reid, oh god that feels so good.”

He’d woken up painfully hard and panting. He’d jumped straight into a cold shower but that had done very little to subside his arousal. Reluctantly he’d had to do something about it or he knew it would be in the back of his mind all day.

So standing under the heavy flow of water he had wrapped his hand around his shaft and pumped. His eyes had immediately fluttered closed and he couldn’t help but be transported back to his dream. He imagined your hand moving up and down his length instead of his own while he sucked on your sensitive nipples.

It took almost no time at all for him to climax, spilling his load on his hand and the shower basin. He’d hoped that would be the end of it but now in his office all he could think of was that dream and his subsequent shower session with his hand.

He’d tried to tell himself it was ok, you were young sure, but you were in your twenties so it wasn’t completely inappropriate. But you were his student so really it didn’t matter that you were old enough because it was still so wrong.

But the truth of the matter was, Spencer had never felt like this before about a woman. He’d never found himself so turned on by physical appearance. But you were otherworldly, ethereal, too good to be real. It was as though you’d been sent to test him.

And test him you were.

He’d thought leaving the BAU would remove the dangerous aspect from his life but this felt like the most dangerous situation he’d encountered yet. And a badge and a gun weren’t going to get him out of this one.

***

Friday evenings would not normally be a time you’d want to spend with your professor. Unless that is, said professor was Doctor Spencer Reid.

Today you’d opted for a denim skirt, tights and chunky Doc Marten boots and a band t-shirt, having to explain to Doctor Reid who exactly the Arctic Monkeys were.

You’d bought coffee again and dove straight into the class material.

It was hard work, pretending to be dumb. You had an IQ of nearly a hundred and thirty, so trying to dumb yourself down in front of Doctor Reid was difficult to say the least.

You knew the material well enough you could probably teach the class. But this seemed like the only way you could find to keep up your one-on-one sessions.

“Tell me something that happened on one of your cases with the BAU.” You asked him out of the blue, sitting back in the chair and crossing one leg over the other.

You weren’t a profiler by any stretch of the imagination and to his credit, Doctor Reid had an excellent poker face. But you could tell when you asked him questions outside of the curricular he faltered.

You could tell he was hesitant about opening up to one of his students and he wanted desperately to keep things professional. But you were determined to break his walls down.

“Like what?” he took your bait, leaning forward on the desk.

“I don’t know.” you shrugged. “Have you ever been shot?”

He chuckled dryly.

“Yes twice.”

“Twice?” you gasped making him chuckled again.

“Yes, once in the leg and once in the neck. I’ve been held hostage, I was involved in an explosion. Never a dull moment at the BAU.”

“Wow.” your eyes were wide. “And you gave that all up for this boring life?” you laughed.

“Yes, yes I did.” he smiled softly at you, a look in his eye you couldn’t read.

It felt like he was scrutinizing you.

“Are you profiling me?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not deliberately.” he told you honestly. “It’s hard to turn it off.”

“So what do you profile about me then Doctor Reid?” you challenged him. Once again he took the bait.

“Honestly I’m struggling to read too much. You keep your cards very close to your chest. You’ve built up some big walls around yourself, mostly likely because you got hurt and you’re scared to let people in. You're outwardly flirtatious and confident but I think that’s a way of hiding your insecurities.

You have a caring nature though, that much is evident in the way you bring me coffee. It’s such a small gesture but it gives away more than you’d think. I get the impression you’re a big sister and there’s a large age gap between you and your younger sibling. One or both of your parents weren’t around much when you were growing up so you had to care for them. You had to grow up while you were still a child.”

Damn, he was good.

“Wow, they must miss you at the BAU.” you laughed. “That was kind of scary. I have a fourteen year old sister. My mom left when she was three and I was twelve. Our dad worked two jobs just to keep up with the bills and it meant I was left to look after her.”

He took a sip of coffee as if as a reward to himself.

“I’ve very rarely wrong.” he smiled a little smugly.

“You might be good but I can do that too. See when I mentioned my mom leaving your expression wavered ever so slightly. I think you had a parent leave when you were young too.”

He chewed his lip, mulling over how much he was willing to confide in you. He tried to remind himself you were his student but for the life of him he wanted to talk to you about anything and everything.

“My dad. I was ten.”

“And you didn’t have a reaction when I spoke about my sister so that tells me you’re an only child.”

“Well done Y/N. I am an only child. It baffles me how you are failing my class.” the look he was giving you told you he was onto you and you couldn’t help but swallow hard under his gaze.

Suddenly your phone went off in your pocket with an incoming message so you didn’t have to respond to him.

“Oh gosh, it’s nearly nine thirty. I was supposed to meet some friends.”

“Oh,” Spencer stood up from his chair. “I am so sorry to have kept you this late Y/N.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You stood, slipping your laptop back in your bag. “It’s been a nice evening.”

You tried not to blush as you spoke.

“It has.” He sighed almost dreamily and suddenly you weren’t ready to part ways.

“Are you a poetry fan Doctor Reid?”

“Uh yeah?” He frowned, confused as to why you would suddenly ask such a thing.

“I’m going to a poetry slam. Do you want to come?” It might be wildly inappropriate to even ask but you really didn’t want to leave him.

“Uh…” he swallowed. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I don’t know that I should be out with people of your age.”

“I’m twenty three not sixteen.” You giggled and the sound sent shockwaves through Spencer.

“Still a lot younger than me.”

“You don’t look a day over thirty five.” You winked at him and he felt his dick twitch in his pants.

“You’re my student.”

“I’m just asking you to come to a poetry slam, Doctor Reid it’s not a date.” You rolled your eyes a little. “Have a good weekend Doctor.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door.

“Wait,” he spoke as you reached for the door handle.

You turned back to see him chewing his lip.

“Poetry slams are kind of cool.” He shrugged.

You couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread to your features.

“They are.”

He sighed and picked up his messenger bag.

“My cars out front, I’ll drive.”

“Perfect.”

You left his office together and headed outside to the parking lot. There were very few cars left at this time of night.

He led you over to a cream coloured 1965 Volvo 122S Amazon and unlocked the door.

“Why am I not surprised this is your car?” You laughed a little sliding into the passenger seat.

“I like the classics.”

You both buckled yourselves in before Spencer started the engine and pulled out of the parking space.

“It seems to run pretty well for an older model.” you observed as he drove.

“I try to take good care of her. I usually get the metro but every once in a while she needs her cobwebs blowing off.”

“She? Why do men always gender their cars?” you shuffled a little in your seat so you could look at him.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye but kept his attention on the road.

“She’s a classic,” his lip turned up in a smile. “Sleek and beautiful. Of course it’s a she.”

“Tell me Doctor,” you smirked to yourself. “Do you make her purr like a kitten for you?”

Your voice was dripping with seduction and you knew Spencer heard it because you saw his Adam's apple dip below his soft flesh as he swallowed.

“Uh…” he didn’t want to let you trip him up, so he tried to pull at his confidence to respond to you. “They always purr like a kitten for me.”

His words shot straight between your legs, making you instantly wet. God you’d like to see that.

“Doctor Reid,” you pressed your thighs together. “Are you flirting with me?”

He swallowed again, licking his bottom lip.

“Uh…” yes, yes he was. And he knew how wrong that was.

Thankfully he didn’t have to answer as suddenly your phone was ringing.

“Hey,” you said once you put the device to your ear. “About ten minutes. Ok see you soon.”

As quickly as you answered you hung up again.

You thought about pushing Doctor Reid for an answer because you were sure he had been flirting with you and you loved it.

Maybe you’d have to try and be more flirtatious in the hopes he would return the gesture.

The rest of the journey was travelled in silence but it wasn’t too long before he pulled the car to a stop outside the bar you had told him to go to, a little place downtown called The Brighton.

You let yourself out of the car and Spencer locked up before joining you on the sidewalk.

“Just a thought,” you spoke before you headed inside. “It might be best we don’t say you’re my professor. You know how people talk.”

“Good idea.” He agreed although this was starting to feel a little sordid.

“I’ll just say you're in my criminology class, that way it isn’t a lie.”

“You should probably call me Spencer then.” He offered meekly. It was a slippery slope if you started calling him by his first name, he knew that.

“Ok...Spencer.” You tried it out, liking the way it sounded on your tongue.

Spencer liked it too, probably a little too much.

You headed into the bar, Spencer following behind you, trying but failing not to look at you ass as you walked.

You spotted your friends at a booth in the corner and made a beeline for them.

“Y/N, you made it, finally.” Jen stood and embraced you.

“Sorry, study session ran over.”

“Oh is this the study sessions with the ever so handsome Doctor Reid we keep hearing all about?” Steve raised his eyebrows suggestively at you.

You swallowed, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Uh yeah,” you tried to shrug it off and hope Spencer hadn’t been listening. “Anyway, this is my friend Spencer. We have criminology together.” you motioned to him, catching a hint of a smirk from his lips. “Spencer, this is Jen, Steve, Nila and Martina.” you motioned to the faces around the table.

“Nice to meet you all.” Spencer gave them all one of his awkward waves.

“Dude you look more like a professor than a student.” Steve laughed, pointing at Spencer’s tie and blazer combo.

“Uh...yeah.” Spencer rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Can I get anyone a drink?”

“Ohh please!” Jen spoke up for the group. “A pitcher of margaritas!”

You rolled your eyes.

“They’ll have beers.” you told him.

“Coming right up.” he leant closer to you making sure only you could hear his next words. “They are all over twenty one right?”

You chuckled.

“Yes Doctor.” you whispered. “Why, are you going to card them?”

“I just wanted to make sure. I trust you. Would you also like a beer?”

“Please. I’ll come give you a hand.”

Why did that make his cock throb?

“O-ok.” he stuttered a little, turning towards the bar.

You followed him and watched as he caught the attention of the bartender quickly, probably because of his tall stature.

“Five beers and a black coffee please.”

“Coffee?” you scoffed.

“Yeah, is that ok?” he laughed.

“No! He’ll have a beer. Six beers.” you told the bartender and before Spencer had a chance to argue he was already gone.

“I don’t like beer.”

“Tough.” you smirked.

“And in case you’ve forgotten how we got here, I have to drive home.”

You waved a dismissive hand at him.

“You said you were a dab hand at the metro. Your car will still be here tomorrow.”

“You’re a bad influence, do you know that?”

“Heard it once or twice. It didn’t exactly take a lot of convincing.” Your eyes sparkled and his cock throbbed again.

He was half way to standing at full attention just by the look you were giving him. You were surely going to be the death of him.

Your drinks were brought over soon after and Spencer paid before you both carried them back over to your table.

You slid in next to Jen and Spencer slid in next to you at the end. It was a tight squeeze and he found his thigh pressed up against yours and tried to ignore the forced proximity it put you in.

“So, Y/N,” Nila leant forward on the table, eyes full of mischief. “How was your study session with the incredibly attractive professor you can’t shut up about?”

God fucking damn.

Maybe you should have thought through bringing Spencer here.

“Uh…good.” You sipped your beer, practically feeling the smirk on Spencer’s lips from beside you.

“You’re in his class too?” Nila turned to Spencer. “Is the hype about this guy really all she cracks it up to be?”

Spencer tried to hide the amusement from his face and swallowed before answering.

“Well, he’s not my type.” He nudged your leg with his. “But I’d love to hear more about what Y/N thinks of him.”

“Trust me,” you glared at him. “You don’t.”

His eyes were full of playfulness and his lips tugged at the corner in a delighted smile.

You didn’t know if you wanted to slap him or kiss him more.

Thankfully the lights dimmed then and a scruffy looking college student took to the small stage and all your attention fell on him.

But all night you felt Spencer’s gaze on the side of your face. As the night went on you were convinced his thigh was pressing up against yours with more and more force.

There were even a couple of instances when his fingers ghosted over your knee, sending shockwaves through your entire body.

Several more drinks flowed and during an interval you excused yourself to use the bathroom.

Once you were gone, your friends turned to Spencer.

“Do you think Doctor Reid is buying it?” Martina smirked at him.

“Buying what?” Spencer sipped his beer curiously.

“Her playing dumb.” Steve chuckled. “Personally I don’t think she can pull it off. But their study sessions seem to contradict that.”

Spencer smirked around his beer.

He knew there was no possible way someone as smart as you was struggling as much as you claimed to be.

He should be annoyed. You were lying to him, monopolising his time when it could be spent on students who really needed his time.

But Spencer wasn’t annoyed. Far from it. He was actually incredibly turned on by your devious little scheme.

“I uh…I guess he must be.” Spencer shrugged. “Excuse me for a moment.”

He slid out of the booth, amusement written all over his face. Just as he was approaching the narrow corridor that led to the bathrooms, you stepped out of the womens.

The slender corridor wasn’t wide enough for you to pass by each other without one of you moving aside. But as Spencer approached you, he showed no signs of moving out of the way.

You tried to duck past him but he remained in the centre of the corridor, shoulders squared off so you couldn’t pass him.

“Is there a password I don’t know about?” You chuckled lightly, trying to ignore how dark his eyes were.

You gasped a little when he took you by the shoulders and guided you against one of the walls.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He whispered with a delicious smirk on his lips.

“How so?” You cocked your eyebrow at him.

Spencer could have told you he knew all about your ploy to spend time with him by acting dumb. He could have told you the game was up and he knew exactly what you were doing.

But if you could play games, Spencer didn’t want to miss out on the fun.

“I’m much too old for you.” His hands left your shoulders and he placed them flush against the wall either side of your face.

“Oh please.” You scoffed. “I’m not a kid. And despite your love of classic cars, I know you like your women younger, Doctor Reid.”

An involuntary hiss left his mouth at the way you said his name.

“You’re my student.” He changed tacts, although his close proximity to you didn’t seem at all as though he cared.

“So?” You huffed, ensuring the action caused your breasts to heave.

Spencer’s eyes briefly flicked down your chest and you saw him mentally scold himself before he looked back at your face.

“Once I pass your class at the end of the semester, I’m not your student anymore.”

“Once you pass it?” He smirked at you.

Fuck, you swallowed.

“If. If I pass it.”

“I think you’re a lot smarter than you’re coming across, Y/N. And I won't be able to look you in the eyes in class if I were to do to you what I’ve been imagining doing to you.”

You whimpered a little, his words causing a heat to spread through your legs.

“I don’t want you to look me in the eyes.” You dared bring your hands up and rest on his shoulders.

“Maybe it will give you an incentive to pass my class.” He inched a little closer to you, voice low and breathy.

He had the upper hand here and you didn’t like it at all. You needed to grasp back some of that power.

“You’re a tease, Doctor.” Your eyes darkened. “But two can play that game.”

You trailed one hand from his shoulder and down his chest. His breathing became heavier the lower your hand got.

When you palmed his erection through his slacks he moaned deeply, biting down on his lip.

“If you’re such a good teacher, it should be a piece of cake to help me pass your class.” You got up on your tiptoes and came close to his ear. “Maybe as a thank you I’ll get down on my knees and worship you with my mouth.”

His hips bucked against your hand and his face was turning red.

“Or we could just get it over with and I could do it right here, right now.” You lapped your tongue over his ear lobe and he shuddered.

“You’re sinful.” He panted a little, hips rolling back and forth against your hand.

Suddenly you let go of him and let your hands fall back to your sides.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be, Doctor.”

Out of nowhere his hand came to your neck and his long fingers wrapped around your throat. He thrust his hips against you, eyes dark as he glared at you.

“I’ve got half a mind to take you in that bathroom and fuck you over the sink like the whore you are.”

A strangled moan escaped your mouth, his grip firm on your throat.

“You certainly wouldn’t regret it.” You goaded him.

Spencer laughed dryly, letting go of your neck and stepping back from you.

“I most certainly wouldn’t.” He agreed. “But I want to watch you squirm. By the time you finally get to have me, I want you to be desperate for me. I have amazing willpower, Y/N and I’ve gotten used to the company of my own hand. I can wait. The question is, can you?”

“Now who’s playing a dangerous game, Doctor Reid?” You folded your arms in frustration, trying hopelessly not to imagine the thought of him and his own hand he’d put in your head.

“You don’t work for the FBI for fifteen years without growing a little accustomed to danger, angel.” He looked smug, too pleased with himself.

You wanted to knock him down a peg or two. And you would. Not just yet, but you would.

You didn’t say anymore, deciding to just leave him guessing.

You turned on your heels and sauntered away, knowing full well he was watching you go.

***

It was two days later on Sunday night when you decided to start having some fun.

You dug out the original syllabus Doctor Reid had handed out at the start of the semester, the one he’d included his email address and phone number on.

You picked out your most sinful pair of lingerie, a deep purple coloured two piece which showcased your assets in the most sublime way and would surely turn Spencer into a fucking puddle.

You laid on your bed and snapped a few photos, keeping your face out of frame in case any one found the photo in his phone.

You pushed your breasts together with your arms, practically spilling over the top of your bra.

You chose the best one, one where your nipples were ever so slightly peeking out of the sheer fabric and brought a new text conversation, sending the photo along with the message: thinking of you, Danny.

Spencer would see right through you. He was too smart to fall for the implication you’d accidentally sent it to him.

But you had to at least try and pretend you weren’t deliberately sending your professor lewd photographs.

Your phone buzzed with a reply less than a minute later.

📱Doctor Spencer Reid: I’m sorry I think you have the wrong number.

You chewed your lip on contemplation. It was possible with your face out of frame he didn’t know it was you. But it was also possible he was trying to play you at your own game.

📲 Oh, this isn’t Danny? This is Y/N, we met at the bar last night?

That ought to do it.

📱 Doctor Spencer Reid: oh I know who it is. Childish, of you really, Y/N.

And you thought that was the end of it. You huffed to yourself, maybe he had better willpower than you gave him credit for.

Almost five minutes passed while you tried to think of your next move but then your phone buzzed again, this time a picture message.

📲 Doctor Spencer Reid: thinking of you, “Delilah”.

The photo accompanying it spread a heat between your legs instantly.

The image displayed Spencer’s very hard cock sheathed in a pair of black boxers, his swollen head just peeking out of the top of the fabric.

You moaned as a shudder wracked your body and your hand quickly found its way between your legs.

You were drenched just from the sight of him and you started rubbing your clit as you stared at the photograph.

When an incoming call displayed on your screen you smirked to yourself and quickly answered it with your free hand and put the device on speaker.

“Hi Danny,” your breath hitched as you spoke.

“You’re touching yourself aren’t you, Delilah?”

“Aren’t you?” You moaned a little.

“Fuck of course I am.” His voice was breathy. “I wish I could see your hand between your legs though.”

Feeling completely brazen, you angled your camera towards where your fingers rubbed against your core and snapped a photo before sending it.

You knew the exact moment Spencer received it as he moaned animalistically down the phone.

“Jesus Christ.” He whined, gripping the base of his cock to stop himself from blowing his load over that photo.

“Tit for tat, Doctor.” You hummed, picturing his long slender fingers between your legs.

You weren’t sure he was going to comply as for a few minutes all you heard was his heavy panting.

And then a notification popped up on your screen.

The noise that left your mouth could only be described as feral as you took in the sight of his large hand wrapped around the base of his even larger dick.

He was so hard his vein looked like it was pulsing even in a still picture and his head was slicked with precome.

“Oh my fuck.” You closed your eyes, keeping that image at the forefront of your mind.

“Good god what I would do to you, angel. You have no idea the things I could do to you.”

“Tell me.” You whined.

Spencer laughed but it turned into a moan as he increased the speed of his strokes.

“We wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise would we?”

“I hate surprises.” You huffed a little.

“Trust me when I say you wouldn’t hate mine.”

“Are you looking at my picture, Doctor?”

“I don’t need to, it’s burned into my brain angel. Tell me how good you’re making yourself feel.” He moaned as he spoke, clearly working himself up well.

“I’m pretty masterful with my own fingers.” Your toes curled. “But your fucking obscene hands would make me come so much faster, I’m sure.”

He chuckled a little.

“Your beautiful dainty little hand wouldn’t know what to do with a cock as big as mine.”

“Oh I’m sure I’d be up for the challenge. And if not, my pussy would be more than willing to accommodate you.“

“Fuck.” He hissed, his stomach tightening. “I would rip your delicious cunt to shreds angel.”

“Oh god.” You back arched as your orgasm started to ripple through you. “Rip me apart, Doctor. Fuck, I need you to…need you to…”

“Come for me angel.” He panted and you were dumb to do anything but.

The sounds of you coming undone sent Spencer spiralling to his own release and he grunted loudly as his orgasm shook his whole body.

You didn’t speak for a while, just laid in silence listening to the others heavy breathing as you both came down from your highs.

His breathing was punctuated with muttered swears, the occasional fuck and shit leaving his lips.

You imagined his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead, his face red as he nuzzled into your neck and you placed sleepy kisses in his hair.

God how you wished he was in your bed and not his own.

After a while his breathing started to level out and he whispered a simple “goodnight” before he hung up the phone.

You picked up your phone and quickly renamed his contact, you couldn’t risk anyone seeing who really sent you those photos.

Before you gave over to sleep, you snapped one last picture to send to him.

You drew your fingers that had just been between your legs to your lips and cropped the photo so he could only see the way your digits nestled between your lips.

📱Doctor Danny: Goodnight, Doctor.

As you’d hoped, a couple of minutes later a text came through, an image of his stomach and that little trail of hair leading down below his waistband. But it was the splattering of come covering his skin that caused your toes to curl again.

📲 Doctor Danny: sleep well, angel. I know I will.

Smiling a little dopily to yourself you fell asleep clutching your phone to your chest, wishing Spencer was there to hold you.

***

Monday meant no Criminology class but thankfully Tuesday rolled round fast enough.

Doctor Reid’s class was your first of the day and you set your alarm hours early to ensure you looked your best.

You took a long time perfecting your make-up with swooping eyeliner and a dark red lip. Your hair got just as much attention, as did your outfit.

You settled on a cute sundress, one that barely covered your ass and gave a great view of your cleavage spilling over the top. Your legs were sun kissed from the recent spate of good weather and you knew Spencer wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off them.

A lot of heads turned when you entered the lecture hall that morning but there was only one you paid any attention to.

Spencer had been unpacking his satchel on the desk and as though sensing your presence, glanced up as you sashayed in.

You saw his hands grip the edge of the desk and his jaw clenched momentarily, so brief you barely noticed.

You watched his eyes graze down from your perfectly painted face, linger on your chest and continue down your bare legs.

You took your seat in your usual spot, two in from the aisle on the third from last row and kept your eyes on him while you fished your laptop out of your bag.

You set the laptop slightly off to the side so it wouldn’t obscure Spencer’s view of your chest.

He felt dizzy. The second you strolled in all the blood had flowed away from his brain and he was rendered completely dumb.

While the rest of his class filtered in, he sat behind his desk to hide what would be an extremely noticeable erection.

He focused on the wooden desk and just concentrated on breathing, getting his blood flowing to other parts of his body instead of his cock.

You were being so unfair. Well, he could play that game too.

He found his phone in his satchel and located one of the photographs he’d taken last night. He’d planned to send it to you but refrained and he was glad of that now.

He brought up your contact information, the one he’d changed the name of to Delilah to avoid anyone ever finding out who he was really texting.

He hit send and glanced up at you and waited.

He saw the exact moment you opened the text. Your face immediately flushed pink and your teeth dug into your bottom lip to stop from making a sound.

He smiled to himself as he watched you adjust yourself in your seat, pressing your thighs together.

You closed your eyes a few times feeling that familiar heat flow through you as you stared at the photo.

You would assume it was taken in a shower but you could only see the lower half of his body.

His hand was wrapped around his hard dick and his skin was covered in water droplets. Beneath his feet looked to be the porcelain of a shower tub.

You had to lock your phone before you got too excited and glanced back at him only now he was standing with his back to you as he wrote something on the white board.

How the fuck were you supposed to concentrate now?

“Today we’re going to be discussing the four primary perspectives on the sociological theories of crime.” He turned back to face the class but he didn’t look at you again.

Wise move, Doctor.

“The four primary perspectives we’ll be covering are structural functionalism, social strain typology, conflict theory and labelling theory. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but this will be on the final so if there was ever a time to take notes…”

You let his voice caress you, melting into his dulcet tones.

You knew all about the four perspectives so you didn’t focus on his words, instead on his changing tone and intonation as he spoke.

You could still hear his moans and heavy breathing as he came down to the phone the other night.

You mind wandered, dancing over fantasies of him pulling you up to the front of the class and fucking you over his desk in front of everyone.

After class while he was occupied talking to a couple of other students, you snuck down to the front and left the brown paper bag on his desk, disappearing before he even had a chance to notice.

***

The red lipstick mark on the bag was the first sign of who had left it and he stuffed it in his satchel until he was alone in his office at lunchtime.

He locked his office door because he already knew whatever was inside the paper bag was going to be something for his eyes only.

The first thing inside the bag was a simple sandwich wrapped in cellophane with a little post it stuck to the top.

Make sure you remember to eat, Doctor ;)

Another lipstick mark signed off the note.

His hand was shaking a little as he reached inside the bag again, this time pulling out the pair of dark purple panties you’d been wearing during your phone escapades the other night.

Without meaning to, Spencer brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled. He moaned when the smell of your arousal flooded his senses.

He was hard in an instant, painfully throbbing inside his pants.

He checked his watch, he had a half hour until his next class and nowhere else to be.

So with your panties still under his nose, he freed his aching cock and started stroking himself.

It was sordid, he knew that. You were dragging him into an extremely dangerous game and he felt like a pawn in your own amusement.

He was going to get you back for this. He was going to regain his control and take back the upper hand.

Just as soon as he was done masturbating over the smell of you.

He came over his shirt, cursing himself for wearing black today as the stain was exceedingly noticeable. He’d have to button his jacket all day to hide it.

He hid the panties away in his satchel and tidied himself up. He consumed the sandwich you’d made him and calmed himself down just in time for his next class.

***

Spencer knew if the two of you were to have your study session in his office that evening, he would not be able to keep his hands to himself.

There was no outcome where you’d flounce in here in your slutty little summer dress and he wouldn’t pound you over his desk.

So he’d text you to meet him at a late night coffee house instead. At least if there were people around you’d both be forced to be on your best behaviours.

Or so he thought anyway.

Spencer knew that realistically, he’d already crossed the line. You photographs weren’t exactly innocent but he kept trying to tell himself it was another thing entirely if he actually fucked one of his students.

He was determined to keep a level head around you, at least until the end of the semester. But once you weren’t his student anymore, the things he planned on doing to you were beyond sinful.

You arrived late as he expected you to, deliberately keeping him waiting. He’d already ordered you a coffee which you smiled in thanks for as you slid in opposite him.

“Can’t trust yourself to be alone with me, Doctor?” You leant forward on the table, giving him the perfect view right down the front of your dress.

“You’re in over your head. I don’t think you can handle being alone with me.” He leant forward too, smirking at you. “I’m not some young, inexperienced college kid you’re used to spending your time with, Y/N. I know exactly how to pleasure a woman until she’s putty in my hands. I would ruin you for anyone else.”

He watched as you sat back, a shudder passing down your spine. He could tell you would be pressing your thighs together under the table.

“To be ruined by you, Doctor Reid, would be a fucking pleasure.” You quickly corrected yourself, not letting Spencer beat you at your own game.

He narrowed his eyes on you before leaning further across the table.

“Come here.” He curled his finger to motion you towards him. “Sit with me.”

You chewed your lip and took a few shaky breaths before pushing yourself up and rounding the table.

You slid in next to him and his hand immediately clamped around your thigh.

“What are the four primary perspectives we talked about in class?” He knew you knew the answer and now he knew you were just playing dumb, he was curious to see how far you would take it.

His hand on your bare thigh was causing your brain to short circuit. At that moment you didn’t need to play dumb, you were dumb.

“S-structural fun-functionalism.” You kept your eyes on his, his fingertips lightly grazing your inner thigh.

“Good girl.” He praised you.

“S-social strain t-typology.”

“Very good.” His hand inched ever so slightly higher and you whimpered pathetically.

You were already soaked and you wondered if it would be possible for him to make you come just touching your leg.

“Con-conflict theory.” Your cheeks were turning pink.

“That’s it, good girl. One more.” He inched his hand higher still, so close to your core he must be able to feel the heat emanating from you.

“Labelling t-theory.”

“See, such a smart girl.” His fingers grazed the outside of your lace panties and it was absurd how close you felt to coming.

His eyes were dark as he watched you squirm, trying desperately to keep your composure.

The idea of coming here was so he would keep his hands off of you, but clearly that had been a fruitless idea.

He could feel how wet you were through your underwear and it caused him to grow hard. You were so warm and damp and he wanted nothing more than to dive his fingers beneath the fabric and finger you under the table.

But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“Tell me about structural functionalism.” He whispered, fingers still grazing between your legs and you had never wanted someone to touch you more in your entire life.

“S-structural functionalism argues that dev-deviant behaviour plays a constructive part in s-society as it brings together diff-different parts of the population within society.”

“Hmmm. So smart. Tell me more.”

“F-fuck.” You stuttered out a shaky breath. “It’s the t-theory that deviant behaviour can contribute to social stability in the l-long term because it challenges norms while promoting social co-cohesion.”

“Why am I not surprised you know all about deviant behaviour?” He smirked, pressing his digits right against your clit.

You had tears gathering in the corners of your eyes and it was killing you not to let your moan rip through you.

“One would argue,” you swallowed. “You are the one with the pen-penchant for deviant behaviour, D-Doctor.”

“You’re close aren’t you, angel?” He smirked, ignoring your comment.

“Yes.” Embarrassingly so.

“Don’t fight it, sweetheart.” He leant in close to your ear so you could feel his breath fanning across your face. “Why don’t you come for me? My little deviant.”

You mewled, biting down hard on your lower lip to silence yourself.

He pressed against your clit again, rubbing you through your panties. The friction from the lace fabric was adding to your arousal and when Spencer placed the softest kiss to your temple, it pushed you over the edge.

You pressed your thighs together, clamping his hand between your legs and coming silently while he watched you.

Your chest heaved with your heavy breaths and Spencer felt fucking dizzy.

“Oh angel, you are so good.” He slowly dragged his fingers back down your thighs and brought his hand to rest on the table.

You stared at him in complete awe as he sipped his coffee as though nothing had happened.

Your heart was hammering hard against your rib cage, and your head felt like it was full of cotton wool.

“Everything ok?” He smirked at you around his mug.

“You’re evil.” You panted a little.

“You started this game, angel. If you can’t stand the heat…”

“Oh I can stand the heat.” You insisted. “I’m just wondering how many people would notice if I snuck under this table and sucked you off, Doctor.”

Spencer moaned, louder than was appropriate in the current setting.

He knew if you actually were to drop to your knees beneath the table he would be powerless to stop you. But he also knew you wouldn’t actually do it because teasing him was far more fun.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N.”

“It’s only fair of me, right, Doctor? You made me come after all.”

“The noises you would make choking on my cock would give you away, sweetheart.” He ran his finger over your jaw. “And when you do suck my cock, I want to hear all your pretty little noises loud and clear.”

You hissed and Spencer smiled to himself, sitting back in his chair.

“Now you’re going to get up and go and sit back opposite me. And we’re going to discuss social strain typology.”

You were dumb to deny him so you did as you were told and stood up, feeling your arousal soaking your panties as you made your way to the other side of the booth.

“Got a good view there?” You leant on the table and pressed your breasts together.

“Social strain theory.” He ignored you. “And now we know how smart you can be when there’s pleasure in it for you, don’t you dare sit there and pretend you don’t know.”

He sipped his coffee, waiting for your response.

“Social strain theory proposes that deviant behaviour can be classified by typology that’s based on a person's motivations or goals. For example, some people turn to crime for the socially accepted value of seeking to lead a wealthy life.

Another example would be a straight laced professor using sexual deviance to advance his students learning.”

Spencer chuckled at you, shaking his head.

“My dear, dear girl.” He placed his mug on the table. “If you think I’m straight laced, you don’t know me at all.”

“But that’s how you like to come across. In your sweater vests and your sweet doe eyes like butter wouldn’t melt. But really, you’re the biggest deviant of all.”

His smirk grew, stretching all the way across his face in amusement at your assessment of him.

“You’d make a good profiler.” He mused.

“I’d make a great profiler.” You scoffed.

“Tell me about conflict theory.” He picked up his mug again, turning the conversation back to your learning.

And you humoured him for a while, letting him think he was in control.

But it was all a power play.

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Not Even Close | S.R

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90 Days Chapter 2 coming soon.

Summary - the aftermath of a hostage situation causes you and your least favourite person, Spencer, to grow closer. When you have to reevaluate your feelings for Spencer, you might find you never actually hated him at all.

A/N - set somewhere after Morgan left and Emily became UC, but no specific season. From Anon for the build a blurb asks which I got carried away with. I’m still taking emoji prompts for these. Inspo from 10 Things I Hate About You (you should find readers 10 things throughout the fic) I’m also nabbing this as my Enemies to Lovers Square for @cmbingo 2022.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - angst, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut (minors DNI)

Content Warnings - typical CM case related stuff, mentions of injuries, swearing, making out, arguing, dominant Spencer and bratty reader, oral (fem! receiving), over stim, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, aftercare, tending to wounds.

Word Count - 4.2k

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Derek Morgan’s former office was a sanctuary of sorts for you.

It had started simply because you missed him around the office. Some days when you struggled to focus on paperwork because of the commotion in the bullpen you’d come here so you could concentrate unhindered.

There was a calm about this room when he was here and it continued to be after he left.

It was your safe space, as though these four walls formed some kind of protective barrier around you. And right now, you need that more than ever.

The only problem was, over the years, the rest of the team had discovered your secret hideout. So you weren’t at all surprised when there was a knock at the door.

You were surprised however at the face that peaked around the door.

“Uh…I just wanted to check up on you.” Spencer tentatively stepped inside, scuffing the toe of his converse on the worn carpet.

I hate how you’re so quick to try and be the hero.

“I’m fine.” You spat, not making eye contact with him as you ripped open the antiseptic wipe.

You should have gone to the hospital. Emily had tried to insist both you and Spencer get checked out by a medical professional after this case but you’d both stubbornly refused.

There had been a hostage situation. The car you’d been driving with Spencer in the passenger's seat had been run off the road by the very unsub you’d been chasing.

In the confusion of the crash, he’d taken you both hostage.

In the five hours you’d spent prisoner of a psychopath you’d both been beaten profusely and really Emily was right, you should have gone to the hospital.

But the hospital was the last place either of you wanted to be.

You fumbled with the wipe, trying to reach under your shirt and between your shoulder blades to one of the wounds that had been inflicted there by your captor.

Spencer rolled his eyes, stepping further into the room.

“Let me help you.” He grumbled, not sounding as though he really wanted to help you at all.

I hate how you don’t listen.

“I said I’m fine.” You spat again, harsher than before.

“You are so fucking stubborn.” He growled, forcing you to look at him.

It wasn’t that you hated Spencer Reid. Hate was a very strong word that you reserved for only a select few people. You just hated everything he did and everything he said.

From your very first day at the BAU, several years ago now, Spencer had taken an instant dislike to you. All these years later, you still had no idea why.

He seemed to go out of his way to try and make your life difficult.

Maybe it was the fact that with you around, he was no longer the baby of the team.

Maybe he mistook your confidence for arrogance and it rubbed him the wrong way.

Or maybe you’d just joined the team at the wrong time. If you hadn’t been brought in to replace Emily when Spencer thought she was dead, maybe the two of you could have been friends.

Or maybe Spencer Reid was just an asshole.

“If I needed help I would ask but I don’t. So kindly…fuck!” You groaned, practically dislocating your shoulder in the process of trying to clean your wound.

Spencer rolled his eyes again and came closer.

You looked at him with his split lip, bruised eye socket and the multitude of cuts and abrasions on his cheeks. You knew you didn’t look much better.

He was looking at you sternly, like you were a petulant child and he was your parent about to scald you. But then his expression softened.

“Please,” he held out his hand. “Let me help you.”

Reluctantly you handed over the wipe and he tried his best not to look smug but failing.

I hate your stupid, self-satisfied faces and the way you always think you know best.

He came behind you and you felt the weight on the couch shift as he sat down.

“You’re going to need to take your shirt off.”

“Fat chance of that happening, Reid.” You scoffed.

“Y/L/N, I can’t get to your cut unless you take your freaking shirt off. Trust me when I say, I don’t like it anymore than you do.”

“Then go get someone else. Prentiss or Garcia. Hell, even Rossi!”

Spencer took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he said something he would no doubt regret.

When he spoke you could tell his jaw was clenched.

“Take off your damn shirt.”

You would never admit it, not even under intense torture, but the tone of Spencer’s voice caused a heat to spread between your legs. And it wasn’t the first time he’d elicited that reaction from you.

So you didn’t argue. You unbuttoned your shirt and slipped it off your shoulders so Spencer could get to your wound.

He didn’t warn you before he placed the wipe to your back and you knew that was deliberate.

You yelped at the sting of the antiseptic in your open cut.

“Mother fucker!” You clenched your hands into fists and punched your thighs. “You did that on purpose.”

“Oh just be quiet for once in your life.” Spencer sighed.

He was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the dried blood from between your shoulder blades. Every now and again his fingertips would graze your skin but if he noticed the way it caused goosebumps to flare over your body, he didn’t say anything.

I hate how you can be so kind when all I want to do is hate you.

Honestly Spencer hadn’t even noticed, he was just trying to stay focused. The second you’d taken off your shirt and he’d seen the black lacy bra you wore beneath, his brain had turned to jelly.

He just needed to focus on the task at hand and ignore the proximity to you and the heat emanating from your body.

He felt a slight shifting in his pants a couple of times and had to will his dick just to stay down.

It was true you weren’t his favourite person in the world, but that didn’t mean he didn’t find you unfathomably attractive.

“I need a dressing.” His voice cracked as he spoke and he hoped you didn’t notice it.

You reached for the first aid kit and fished out a dressing before passing it to him over your shoulder.

You heard the package rip open before he was gently adhering it to your skin.

“Done?” You asked although you really didn’t want him to be done.

“Uh…yeah. Let me see your face.”

“What?”

“Your face. Turn around.” He tugged you by the arm and you turned to face him, momentarily forgetting you were shirtless aside from your bra.

It wasn’t until Spencer’s eyes very noticeably fell to your chest that you remembered.

He almost let a moan slip from between his lips. The shifting in his pants became uncontrollable. God he hoped you didn’t notice.

“Reid?” You clicked your fingers, forcing his eyes back up. “You wanted to look at my face, not my tits.”

That time he definitely moaned but thankfully you didn’t say anything. He knew you heard it though, given the amused smile playing on your lips.

He took the first aid kit and fumbled opening another wipe.

He placed one hand on the side of your face and now it was your turn to make an involuntary sound, more of a whimper than a moan.

I hate the way it makes me feel when you touch me.

He brought his other hand with the wipe to your eyebrow where you’d sustained a cut.

You hissed as it touched your skin.

“Big baby,” Spencer smirked, wiping away the blood.

“Asshole.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s see how you like it.”

You pushed him away and got another wipe out of the kit.

He sat surprisingly still as you leant closer to him and placed the wipe to his split lip.

He hissed too but it wasn’t anything to do with the pain. Your chest was now pushed closer to him, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage.

You cleaned his lip and then the cuts on his cheeks.

Spencer knew it would only be a matter of time before you realised he was hard.

You finished cleaning his face and went to sit back but we’re surprised when Spencer’s hand clamped around your wrist.

His pupils were blown out and his lip was turned up at the corner.

I hate the way you make me melt with just one look.

You felt your heart beating hard against your ribs. You probably knew exactly what was going to happen a moment before it happened, but that didn’t stop you from being surprised by it.

Still holding onto your wrist, Spencer pulled you into his lap. His free hand gripped the back of your neck and he tugged you closer and crashed your lips together.

He whined, a combination of finally getting to kiss you and the pain from his split lip.

You moaned into his lips and it allowed Spencer to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You could feel he was hard and admittedly you were extremely turned on too, you had been before he kissed you.

He kept his hand on the back of your neck and used the other to run up and down your spine.

You gripped his shoulders for dear life.

All the pain you’d both been experiencing previously melted away in a single kiss. You were so caught up in each other that nothing else mattered at that moment in time.

You were grinding your hips against his erection, thinking there should be much fewer clothes between you.

You started toying with the buttons of his shirt and got two of them undone before a sudden knocking broke you apart.

You sprung off Spencer’s lap and onto your feet, unable to make eye contact with Emily who stood in the doorway.

Spencer stayed sitting, tugging at his pants to try and conceal his arousal.

“It’s really difficult to pretend I didn’t see anything when you're shirtless, Y/L/N.” Emily chuckled a little.

Spencer’s cheeks flushed the deepest shade of red. At least Emily might keep this a secret. Had Garcia caught them, the gossip would have spread like wildfire.

“Uh…sorry Em.” You looked at your shoes, trying to conceal yourself with your arms.

“Go home and get some rest, both of you.” She turned on her heels. “And I don’t care who’s home you go to.”

You both heard her laughing as she walked off down the hall.

You scrabbled to get your shirt back on, refusing to meet Spencer’s gaze.

I hate the way you made me see stars when you kissed me.

You collected up your belongings and were soon heading to the door, tail between your legs.

“Bye, Reid.” You called over your shoulder as you scurried away.

Spencer still hadn’t moved. He was staring at the open door, head still hazy from what had just transpired.

He would never get that kiss out of his head, not that he wanted to.

The question was, what was he going to do about it?

***

You’d had a long shower when you got home to soothe your aching body. You’d given yourself a once over and thought you probably looked better than you felt.

You wrapped your silk robe around your body and made a beeline for the kitchen for the bottle of wine that was screaming your name.

Halfway to the kitchen, there was a knock at your front door.

The last thing you needed after the events of today was to entertain company.

You sighed as you walked to the door, unlocked it and threw it open.

For the second time today you were met with the same face on the other side of a door.

“Oh super,” you sighed. “Just what I need.”

Spencer ignored you and without waiting for an invitation that would never come, he pushed his way inside your apartment.

It didn’t surprise you that he remembered where you lived. He’d only been here once, years ago when you’d been new to the team and invited everyone over for drinks.

He’d been lucky you hadn’t moved since.

He slammed the door closed behind himself, glaring at you.

“What do you want, Reid?” You groaned, folding your arms over your chest.

“You are the most stubborn, pig headed woman I have ever met in my entire life!” He sounded exasperated.

“You came to my apartment to tell me that? After the day we’ve just had? You really think I need-“

“Shut up!” He cut you off. “Jeez, can you ever just keep your mouth shut for two minutes?”

You swallowed, his tone frightening you a little.

“You are stubborn and you are pig headed. You are so fucking infuriating and you drive me up the freaking wall.” He took a few large strides closer, closing the space between you. “But my god Y/N, you turn me on like I’ve never been turned on before.”

Your eyes widened and your arms fell back to your sides.

Of course you’d felt how much you’d turned him on but you’d thought it was just the heat of the moment. You could have been anyone and he would have been turned on.

You were frozen to the spot when Spencer cautiously placed a large hand on your hip as if testing the waters.

Your robe left very little to the imagination and the silk felt glorious beneath his fingertips. Not as glorious as your skin had felt though.

“I hate myself for wanting you.” You whispered and Spencer dared to place his other hand on your bruised cheek.

“But you do…want me?” He sounded unsure of himself which was not something he usually sounded when he spoke.

Spencer was always confident with his words, but that was usually only because it pertained to facts and figures. Affairs of the heart, or the loins, were not an area of his expertise.

“Do I really have to say it?” You huffed a little.

Spencer’s eyes went dark in an instant and his hand trailed from your cheek to your hair. He balled your wet locks up in his hand and tugged your head back sharply.

“If you really want me, Y/L/N, I’m going to need less of the back talk.” His pointed tone and the roughness he was showing made you dizzy.

God how you wanted him to destroy you. So you decided to play the brat and see what it got you.

“I will never beg for you, Reid. I’m not that desperate.”

He let out a dry laugh and gave your hair one last tug before letting go.

“You’re going to make this difficult for the sake of it, aren’t you?” He growled at you. “If you don’t want me, I can always just leave.”

He let go of you and stepped backwards, calling your bluff.

You tried to keep your face expressionless as you looked at him. You didn’t want to give away just how much you wanted him.

“I didn’t ask you to come here. You showed up at my door. I think it’s quite clear who wants who, Reid.”

You’d barely gotten your sentence out before you found yourself being shoved back against a nearby wall.

You gasped at Spencer’s sudden show of dominance.

He grinded his hips against you, showing you exactly how much he wanted you. Feeling how hard he was caused you to gasp again and this time Spencer took the opportunity to plunge his tongue in your mouth.

He pinned you to the wall as he kissed you frantically. You lost the ability to think so your hands must have moved of their own accord to his shirt buttons.

I hate that make you me completely dumb.

His hands were wandering your bare thighs as you worked his buttons. His tongue was hungrily exploring your mouth with vigour.

Once his buttons were undone he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it land on the floor. Your hands soon found his belt buckle and helped him undo his trousers.

He pulled back, gasping for air. If it had hurt his split lip, he didn’t say anything.

He pulled his slacks over his hips to reveal he was straining at the front of his boxers.

You gulped as you took in the sight of him.

He had a bruise forming on his left pectoral and a few more abrasions littering his torso, mostly confined to his ribs.

He’d taken several kicks to his side from the unsub, he might have even broken a rib or two. But that was the furthest thing from his mind right now.

He reached for the belt of your robe and untied it quickly. He pulled it open and hissed loudly seeing you wore nothing underneath except your own set of bruises and cuts.

“Fuck.” He groaned, taking in every inch of you.

You let the robe fall from your body, joining Spencer’s shirt and trousers on the floor.

You stared at each other for a little while, the air heavy with lust.

Eventually Spencer slid his fingers into the sides of his underwear and dragged them down his legs, kicking them aside.

He came closer to you and took hold of your jaw tightly.

“Get on your knees.” He grunted his instruction.

“And if I don’t?” You sassed him, wanting to piss him off.

He squeezed your face firmly, eyes practically black.

“On. Your. Knees.” He repeated slowly as though you were an idiot who couldn’t understand simple English.

“No.” You folded your arms across your bare chest and cocked an eyebrow at him. “You get on your knees.”

When Spencer advanced on you, you didn’t know what to expect. You yelped when you felt your feet leaving the floor and seconds later your back collided with the couch cushions.

You were looking at Spencer in a daze from where he’d sat you on the couch as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

“You think that’s a punishment for me?” He chuckled dryly, parting your thighs with his palms. “Oh Y/L/N, I love to eat pussy.”

You whimpered pathetically at his words, wondering if it would be possible for you to come from just his words alone.

But you didn’t have long to muse on that as Spencer pulled you to the very edge of the couch and quickly buried his face between your legs.

You were soaked and Spencer moaned into you as he lapped at your wetness before settling on your clit.

You squeezed his head between your thighs as he started his ministrations, drawing loud moans from your lips.

You knew it would take no time at all for you to come. You’d been on edge since your kiss in the office and Spencer’s tongue was like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

You tried to stem the impending orgasm because you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good he was.

You dove your fingers into his messy locks as you writhed on the couch.

It was probably less than a minute of Spencer swirling his tongue over your sensitive nub before you came, pulling hard on his hair and muttering his name like a prayer.

Spencer smirked to himself but made no attempt to move from between your legs.

He kept you in place as you tried to push him away with his strong hands on your thighs. He drank in every drop of your orgasm, delirious with the taste of you.

“Spencer,” you whined, shoving his head. “Spencer! It’s too much!”

He didn’t respond, not with words anyway. He continued his movements with his tongue as you flailed beneath him.

“Spencer!” You screamed, your body trembling and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He still didn’t respond, instead he moved one hand from your thigh and let it join his tongue between your legs.

He thrust two fingers inside of you which caused a few tears to overflow. Your words had become incoherent as you mumbled and rocked back and forth on the couch.

Your nerve endings felt as though they were on fire. You were hyper aware of every little movement.

Spencer stayed between your legs, fingering you roughly, never letting his focus on your clit falter.

Your second orgasm was much more intense than the first and you’d have to avoid your neighbours for weeks given how loud you screamed Spencer’s name.

Tears streamed from your eyes and your body was practically convulsing. Finally he sat back, withdrawing his fingers and wiping his hand over his mouth.

“I told you, I love eating pussy.” He smirked at you.

“Fuck,” you were panting, head flopped back agaisnt the back of the couch. “Fuck.”

Your eyes started to close but you were soon being pulled to your feet.

“You think we’re done?” Spencer scoffed, having to hold you up right as your legs were shaking.

“I…I…” your head was too hazy to form a sentence.

He took hold of your hand and moved it to his dick.

“Now it wouldn’t be fair after I gave you two orgasms, for me to go without, would it?” He growled at you.

You only whimpered in response.

Spencer rolled his eyes and soon you felt your feet leave the ground again.

He carried you through to the bedroom where he tossed you on the bed like a rag doll.

He knelt on the mattress and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands clutched your hips, tugging you up onto your hands and knees.

I hate that you have this kind of hold on me, like I can’t think straight when you’re around.

“I guess I’ll have to do all the work.” He grumbled, giving your ass a firm squeeze.

He gave you a brief warning by pressing the head of his cock at your entrance. And then he thrust hard inside of, making you moan louder than ever.

If it wasn’t for his strong hold on your hips you would have collapsed back to the bed. But Spencer kept you on your hands and knees as he started thrusting.

He pulled his hips back before snapping forward sharply, each time almost sending you flying.

The sound of Spencer’s flesh hitting yours, his grunts of pleasure and your occasional whimpers filled the room.

You were sore already given the day's events but you’d been in agony after this. But you knew this was a good kind of pain.

“Fuck it’s not fair how good you feel.” He panted, slamming into you repeatedly. “It’s not fucking fair at all.”

“I fucking hate you.” You whined in response which seemed to spur him on to go harder.

“Right back at you.” He spat, digging his nails into your hips.

When you came for a third time, you could no longer see straight. Spencer came in sync with you, filling you with his orgasm before roughly pulling out of you.

You immediately toppled forward on the bed, eyes heavy and body aching.

You felt the bed shift as he got up and you assumed he would leave with no goodbye.

You were surprised to say the least when he returned, gently rolling you over onto your back. He cleaned between your legs with a wet cloth making you shudder.

He used another wet cloth to dab at the bruises on your face where they were starting to swell. You hummed at his touch, so soft in comparison to how he’d been not long before.

You took the cloth from him and reached towards his face, gently wiping the open wound that ran vertically through his bottom lip.

He groaned at little as you wiped the cut, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, you were staring at him.

“Do you have any ice packs?” He whispered.

“Top drawer of the freezer.” You mumbled in reply.

He took you both by surprise when he bowed his head and placed the softest of kisses to your forehead.

You were left confused as he vacated the bed again, returning a few moments later with a couple of ice packs.

You forced your tired, aching body to sit a little in the bed, not caring that you were still naked.

Spencer sat next to you, also still fully undressed. He drew your face closer with his finger under your chin and placed the ice pack to your swollen cheek.

He held it there, even when you placed your hand on top of his, he kept his hand on the pack on your cheek.

You took the other ice pack from him and cautiously placed it to his swelling eye socket.

You sat like this for hours in silence.

The dynamic of your relationship had changed today, that was for sure. But only time would tell if it was for the better or worse.

Eventually you’d both fallen asleep on top of the sheets, the ice packs discarded somewhere.

And when you woke in the morning, despite the pain coursing through your body, you smiled at the messy haired, sleeping man lying next to you.

Because the thing you hated most about Spencer Reid was how you didn’t hate him. Not even close. Not even at all.

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