Just like the past couple weeks, another Saturday is started at Spencer's apartment. In his bed.
Lately, after sex, one of you would make up some excuse as to why it was alright for you to stay over, instead of going back home. Sometimes, it wasn't it even after sex. Sometimes it was just after a tough case where you two needed the comforting company of a friend.
Although, that company—most of the time—still ended in sex. It was simply because you two agreed to have this type of relationship with one another. So, when there have been times between your lives that were inconvenient, or difficult, the sex helped as a distraction for the time being.
The whole reason you both began this BDSM dynamic is because it serves as an out. An escape from your job and daily life.
Sometimes though, you two just wanted to have fun exploring that dynamic. Sure, Spencer had previous submissives before you, but you had never been in a BDSM relationship before him. Meaning there are plenty of things you want to try and experience with him. It gives the opportunity to explore them, and both of you undoubtedly find it enjoyable.
You are currently in the shower, getting ready for the day. As soon as you're done in here, you'll get dressed and part ways with Spencer, so you can actually be productive today.
You close your eyes as you rinse the remaining soap out of your hair, finishing up your shower. But as you do this, you suddenly feel cold air hit you, the barrier between the hot shower steam and bathroom air broken. You open your eyes, turning to the side, and your heart jumps up your throat in fear.
"Spencer! This is the second time you've nearly given me a heart attack from scaring me in this bathroom!" You place a hand on your heart. "Oh my God," you groan, rubbing your hands down your face harshly.
Spencer laughs at your annoyance. "I think it's more concerning that you didn't hear me come in the bathroom...or open the shower door!" He lifts his shirt over his head with a growing grin. "Might be for the best to get a hearing test."
You narrow your eyes at him. "You wanna know what would be for the best? Learning some common courtesy." You see he's only in his boxers now. "What are you doing anyway?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? Clearly, I'm going to save water."
You chuckle at him. "Okay, well I'm done in here anyways," you say, ringing out your hair.
Watching him step out of his boxers, you take notice of how hard he is. "What, does scaring me turn you on or something?"
"No, just imagining how I could make it up to you—in here—does."
Eager every day, Dr. Reid?
"What do you say?"
Good thing I am too.
"You better be convincing," you say with a lazy smirk, stepping out of the way.
Spencer's eyes fill with desire as you let him in the shower. The steam encases you both as he slides the shower door shut, letting the water soak his untouched hair.
You make a step forward to get closer to him, looking up with endearing eyes. He takes it as an invitation to bring your lips against his. The two of you get lost in this action with such urgency as if you don't have all the time you want.
Spencer's fingers snake under your hair, gripping it with force, encasing your mouth rougher with every motion. This elicits a whimper from you, the noise only growing as you feel him now fully hard, hitting against your bare and soaked skin.
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Take Over Me
Hayran KurguY/N Y/L/N is someone who has never felt true welcomeness. She's been unwelcome since she was a child, even in her own family. When she moves to Virginia and starts her new job with the BAU, she starts to learn what being welcome is really like. Espe...
