The Story That Didn't Want To Be Written | Spencer Reid x Reader

Control

Warnings: SMUT!, D/s dynamic, switch! Spencer, bondage, blow job, fingering, super light degradation, praise kink, DADDY KINK (and it's like- heavy. You ask, I deliver ;)), overstimulation, mention of a safe word, aftercare, INTENSE sub drop.

I LOVED writing the smut in this chapter, I'll just say that.

"Spencer! We're going to be late if you don't hurry up beating your meat in there!" You teased playfully through the door, watching as moments later your clumsy boyfriend came crashing out of the bathroom door. The poor man almost tripped over his own feet.

"I was tying my tie!" he said defensively. It was true, he had only been in there for like ten minutes.

It was still fun to tease him though.

"Nice try, genius. Your blush gives you away." you said smugly, looking him up and down before you turned away to walk into the other room, your face immediately cracking into complete amusement the second it was out of his gaze. You heard him stutter as you walked away, trying desperately to prove you wrong but knowing you would simply chose not to accept any logical answer he gave you.

He came sliding out of his bedroom in his matching socks, surprisingly coordinated as he slid across the smooth wooden floor to stand right in front of you. He looked up at you from his socks- he had been watching his feet slide on the floor with the same childlike wonder you saw in his eye when he talked about Halloween. He had a proud smile plastered on his face, irrefutably happy that he had mastered the trick you'd been trying to teach him for the past three days.

You couldn't help it, his smiles were so damn contagious they broke through even your most rehearsed poker faces.

You clenched your lips shut but they curled upward anyway and gave away how impressed you actually were.

You gave up, accepting the smile spread across your face as you let your lips pull away from each other to reveal your teeth. You stepped forward to rifle a hand through his soft hair, watching as he furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his lips playfully at the motion, his silly smile staying plastered on his face the entire time.

"That was great, bubs. I think you should show Derek your moves when we're fifteen minutes late to the jet!" you said as seriously as you could, but your laugh still betrayed you as you laughed at the way Spencer glanced across the room to the digital clock on his oven, inhaling sharply at the fact that you were indeed running very late.

Spencer ran to pull his converse on, clumsily pulling them onto his feet as you sauntered over to the door.

"You know..." you continued, not quite satisfied with how much you'd been able to tease him yet that morning. "Maybe you could show Morgan what you were doing in the bathroom, I'm sure he'd love that" you continued, laughing out loud at the shocked look spread across Spencer's face as he shot his head up to you in disbelief.

"Oh my god, I can hear it now, all we hear from the jet bathroom is Morgan going..." you puffed your chest up and walked a few steps with a little extra swing in your hips, doing a poor impression of Derek before you slammed your hand on the wall three times to make a loud banging sound to imitate people fucking in the small jet bathroom, "My Man!"

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It had maybe been four seconds since you'd kicked the door shut with your foot, the sound of the latch clicking inside the door frame ringing out in your head in perfect time with Spencer slamming his lips into yours, grabbing the back of your head with one hand and wrapping his other arm tightly around your waist.

"That case was fucking awful" he mumbled into your mouth.

You felt him close his hand in your hair, his grip effectively tightening and pulling gently on your hair- you rolled your head back at the sensation, moaning directly into his mouth. You felt his mouth smile against yours in reaction to your apparent arousal, he licked his lips and you felt his stubble shift on your face as his teeth revealed themselves between his swollen lips.