DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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I didn't need to look to know. "Not interested," I told Y/n, but she had already reached the car and sat inside.

I took a deep breath and fell back onto the wall, spilling some of my coffee on my shirt. "Shit." I pulled the soaking shirt out a little to prevent it from scalding my skin.

"Oh my God, you poor thing." The barista raced towards me armed with napkins. She began attacking my chest with the napkins, mopping up the mess.

"I'm fine." I muttered taking the napkins from her.

She continued anyway, unbuttoning my top button, and running her finger on the skin of chest. "Did you and your girlfriend have a fight?" She asked me playfully.

My eyes flickered up to hers. "I don't have a girlfriend."

The woman caught her bottom lip in her teeth. She twisted her body and sat down beside me. The bare skin of her leg pressed up against mine. "Good. I finish in 15 minutes." She whispered in my ear. She picked herself up form beside me and walked backwards into the café.

I wasn't sure why I waited under the dim lamp post outside the cafe. But I did. I wasn't sure why I let the woman take my hand as I walked her back to my apartment. But I let her. I may as well I planned to do a lot more than that with her.

As soon as we entered my apartment, I backed her up against the door, pressing chest against her until I heard the door click shut. Her breath caught when my hand land on her thigh and dragged further up her leg. The other threaded through her hair, pulling it taught to expose her neck. Starting at her jaw, I ran my tongue down her neck, sucking a trail of kisses on my path. Her hands feel down to my trousers, and she began unbuckling my belt. It didn't take long for her drop to her knees and pull down my pant, taking me in her hands. An involuntary moan escaped my throat. My moan intensified to a growl when the warmth of her mouth wrapped around me. She went down further and further until my hand landed on the back of her head keeping her there. She looked up at me with water forming in her eyes. A stranger who I barely knew was begging on her knees for me.

I pulled her head of my a yanked her off the ground, pushing her up against table. "Here?" she gasped, still trying to catch her breath.

I bent her over until her chest was parallel to the table. My fingers snaked up the back of her legs, around to her inner things, only stopping when I ghosted her core. "Please," she whined when is topped short of her pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted when Jerry told you to take care of me?" I chuckled in her ear. I pressed my fingers right where she wanted me to, creating small slow circles with my thumb.

"Yes. Oh god yes," she panted. I quickened my movements, until she was screaming in pleasure. She lifted her head off the table. "I want to take care of you," she added innocently that was oozing with seduction. It was obvious she was trying hard. She could never pull of the natural cheeky innocence that Y/n had.

"Face down," I demanded her. She complied immediately, startled by the aggression in my voice. I leaned over her pressing my weight onto her. "I'm going to use you," I seethed into her ear. I lifted off her and admired her from behind. My hands trailing over her skin. "Tell me what I want to hear," I growled.

"Use me. I... want you to use me, Doctor."

Her words lit a fire in my and I slammed into her with now warning, causing her to shriek.

She gripped the edge of the table as I entered her time and time again, each entry hard and faster than the one before.

"Doctor. I'm...I'm going to..." She moaned.

I gathered her hair in my hands. "Yeah. Do it. I want to hear it."

I ploughed into her, as her body shook as she orgasmed.

Her moaning was enough to take me over the edge.

I panted and collapsed above her. Still inside her. That high should be enough for a few days.

It wasn't until she reached behind her and stroked my hair that I immediately pulled back. I quickly lifted up my trousers and tidied my unkept appearance.

She watched me as she matted down her hair and pulled down her skirt. "That was... amazi..."

I didn't let her finish. "You should... er... go. Sorry." Shit, what was her name. I guess I was back in fuckboy territory. I awkwardly shifted in my spot. She was gawking at me in surprise. "I have to work," I lied hoping it would be enough of a reason to get her out of my apartment.

"Of course. Yeah. I should get home. My roommate is probably waiting for me." She picked up ger bag, that she had dropped on the floor by the door. "This was great." She kissed my cheek. "I hope we can do it again." She inked at me as I opened the door to let her out. I shot her a polite smile and closed the door just as she cleared the doorway. I wiped my cheek where she had kissed me. Not like the germ count made much difference now.