Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Blush 🔥 (E)

Summary: Spencer finds something surprising in his girlfriend's sock drawer after he's released from prison.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warnings: Penetrative sex,oral sex (female receiving), sex toy (vibrator, female receiving), fingering,overstimulation, Dom/Sub dynamic, jealousy, unprotected sex, multipleorgasms, crying during sex, soft degradation, brief implied Dom Drop and aftercare scene included

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The worst part about my job wasn't the late nights — you get used to those pretty quickly. The problem was that I never got any warning for when they were about to happen, which meant that all of my plans were tentative at best. Half the time I didn't even bother writing them down, knowing that I probably wouldn't be able to make it, anyway.

Luckily for me, my boyfriend was a very stubborn and persistent person, so he would usually wait up for me when we did have plans. Unfortunately for both of us, though, things had been... different... lately. It had only been a few weeks since he got out of prison, and the shift back to normal had been hard, to say the least. So, I figured the least I could do for the time being was to make a note of when I was supposed to see him so that he wouldn't be left waiting for me.

This is all to say that when I came home from work that night, there was no reason for me to believe there would be someone else in my apartment. And yet, as I turned the corner into my room, I was confronted with the sight of a person sitting in the dark on my bed.

"Spencer!" I squeaked, practically jumping in the air and clutching my chest.

"Hey there, bunny," Spencer cooed, tilting his head as his eyes scanned over my uniform. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought he was looking for something on them; a sign to prove that I hadn't actually been at work.

"Someone's been out late."

"You scared me," I responded. I'd chosen to ignore the accusatory tone in favor of beginning to remove the outer layers of my uniform. I felt Spencer's eyes watching me hungrily, following my hands as I stripped down.

"Why is that?" he asked, a darkness bleeding through the tone.

I shrugged, unsure what other reaction I should have had to a man in my bed at night, especially considering it'd been months since that was a normal occurrence.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here, that's all," I explained, tossing my clothes into the hamper beside me and grabbing one of his shirts that I'd grown attached to while he was away. That decision, however, only seemed to further irritate him.

"You weren't expecting your boyfriend to come see you?"

"No, not really. You didn't call me, and you know how jumpy I get," I answered, slipping straight from my shirt into his. It was strange, the hostility that I felt permeating the tiny room, and I had a feeling I was missing something I was supposed to know.

"Yes, I do," Spencer said quietly, running a hand over his face in what appeared to be contemplation.

The silence between us didn't last longer than the time it took for my pants and bra to hit the floor, leaving me clad only in his shirt and a pair of flimsy cotton underwear.

"Come here, bunny," he instructed before beckoning to me with one finger. That was when I realized that one of his hands had been concealed the whole time, hidden behind his back. I tried not to read into it; he was probably just holding himself up. But still, there was something almost animalistic in his tone that made me pause as he said, "Come sit on my lap."