Spencer Reid One Shots

Please, Professor

Genre: Smut (i've been writing a lot of smut lately. head full. so many thoughts.)

1k words

CW: light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please lmao)

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I could never focus in his class. How could I ever focus on the topic at hand when he was that enticing? Most people would think it's odd that I have a massive crush on my professor, but I don't really care. Was I actively trying to flirt with him? No. Well, the first few times at least. After those, I just loved watching the way he would get all flustered when he would catch my gaze.

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Y/N was one of my older students. She was 22. Making me about 14 years older than her. I knew the way I felt around her was wrong. I was her teacher. But God, was she beautiful. She had caught my eye from the very first day she stepped into my classroom. As the semester progressed, I would notice her looking at me and yes, that was normal for a student. They're supposed to be paying attention to me. But then I noticed that she was never taking notes. And sometimes, she would lick and bite her lips. All of this could've been subconscious. That's what I chose to believe, it made the most sense.

Then, she started getting- - bolder. As she was walking out, she would drop a pen or one of her books on the ground and bend over right in front of me to pick it up. Normally, I wouldn't think anything of this. But it was the way she would look at me after. Y/N gave off the impression of innocence, but it was then that I started to see the almost devilish look in her eyes. The way her tongue would flick out against her lips before the corners turned slightly upward was absolutely intoxicating. And now, I knew. She was getting something out of watching my reaction.

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I spent more and more time flirting with Dr.- - or Professor Reid. And then our midterm papers rolled around. Now, did I purposely do a poor job so that I could see him after hours to talk about my grade? Maybe. Ok- - fine, yes. So, I did just that. I waited until everyone else had cleared out. I couldn't tell if he hadn't noticed my presence or if he was choosing to ignore it.

"Excuse me, Dr. Reid?"

"Y/N, how can I help you?", I had to suppress the ever-growing smile on my face as I saw the effect I had on him already.

"It's just, you gave me a C on my paper. And I'm not saying that's not a fair grade- - I just- - I don't think I really understand the topic.", I gave him my best sort of pout and batted my eyelashes.

"Mm, well it might help if you took notes."

Ok, ouch.

"I know- - I guess I just find myself distracted in this class a lot.", I giggled. At this point I just wanted to see how far I could get him to play my little game, "Would there be any way to get my grade up?", I gave up on trying to hide the smirk on my face.

"What exactly are you suggesting, Y/N?", Ah, got him.

"I mean...you're the profiler. Why don't you tell me?"

"I don't believe that's something you really want."

"Isn't it? Don't tell me I've been reading you wrong this whole time. Like I haven't noticed the way you blush and move to stand behind your desk when you look at me."

"I-um- -I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're doing it right now.", I followed him and sat on the corner of his desk. He made eye contact with me for the first time and I made my next move based on the dilation of his pupils, "Don't you want the same thing I do, Doctor?", I trailed my finger across his jaw, forcing him to remain eye contact. I could tell that he was getting more and more riled up, so I continued, "Please...", I leaned in closer. Our lips almost touching. I dropped my hand back into my lap. I don't know what I was expecting. But it wasn't what happened next.

He placed one of his large hands across my neck, and he must've seen the delight in my face, "This is what you wanted, huh?"

I bit down on my lip and nodded, "So tell me, Y/N, are you a good girl or a bad girl?"

"What do you think?", he closed the space between us placing his lips on mine. I bit down on his lip lightly and he pulled away.

"I guess I'll just have to find out.", he reconnected our lips, his tongue exploring my mouth with fervor. He removed his hand from around my neck and ran both his hands up and down my waist, "Is this ok?", he asked tugging at the hem of my shirt. 

"Yes."

"Good.", he pulled my shirt above my head, his eyes immediately landing on my breasts. He started placing hot wet kisses down my neck and down my breasts, marking what was his. I moved my hand to palm at the growing bulge in his pants, he let out a low groan that joined my small whimpers. 

"Please..."

"So you are a good girl?", he asked me condescendingly. 

"Yes. Just--please."

"Stand up. Turn around.", I did as he told me to. Before I knew it, he had pushed me down against his desk and ripped my leggings down. He rubbed one of his palms across my ass before smacking it, making me moan. 

"Look at you, Y/N, already soaked.", he pushed my thong aside, spreading my wetness then circling my clit. 

"Please, please, please, Doctor."

"What is it you want, baby?", I tried to ignore the way his use of the pet name made my heart skip a beat. 

"I want you to fuck me."

"Let me warm you up first, I have a feeling you won't be able to take all of me just yet."

"No! I can, I promise! Please!"

"Fine. But I better not hear any complaints."

"You won't! I'll be good, I swear!", I heard him start to undo his belt which only turned me on more with anticipation. He rubbed the tip up and down my slit, teasing me. 

"Are you sure you're ready, baby?"

"Yes!", I moaned as he started to push into me. He went slowly, the way he stretched me burned slightly--but in the best way possible. He gave me a few seconds to adjust before thrusting at a fairly quick place. 

"Mm, you're such a good girl. Taking me so well even though you're so fucking tight."

"Ah! Harder! Please!"

"Really? I don't wanna hurt you."

"Yes--just, please!", he obliged, the filthy sounds echoing throughout the lecture haul, "Fuck! Oh, yes! Yes, right there, Doctor!"

"Close already, baby?", I nodded the best I could with one of his hands pulling me back my hair. He hooked one of his arms around me, rubbing my clit.

"Oh my--I'm gonna cum! Please, please! Can I cum?!"

"Only because you've been such a good girl.", at this point all that could leave my lips were little whines and 'thank you's.'

I felt him grow closer, "Where do you want it?"

"Please cum inside me.", I had to control my winces at the overstimulation. 

"Ar-are you sure."

"Yes.", he spilled into me just a few seconds later, a string of curses falling from his lips. 

I stood up, pulling my leggings back up, and tried to catch my breath. He sat back into his chair as I gathered my things. As I walked away, I pulled him into me by his tie, placing a soft kiss against his lips, "I hope that changed your mind about that C.", I whispered. 

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My other classmates called me 'Teacher's Pet' for the rest of the year. Seeing as he would call on me often, or read my papers aloud as an example. But if they only knew.