Spencer Reid | Oneshots

My Boss's Daughter 🔥 (E)

Summary: Spencer's fling with his boss's daughter is definitely going to get him fired.

NOTE: Reader is Hotch and Haley's daughter, but there is absolutely nothing in the fic that stops you from believing that she's adopted! Imagine away if needed!

Content Warning: Adults with age difference (21/30), penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, reference to "daddy issues," references to oral sex, physical fight, choking (hand on neck - no pressure), breathplay (hand over mouth/nose)

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Being Aaron Hotchner's daughter meant there were a few unfortunate and unavoidable truths about my life.

For example, having all of my family under one roof was a rare, special occurrence. Attendance at school ceremonies and holidays was never promised, and I had to enjoy every second with my father, because there was no telling when he would have to leave.

But more than anything, being his daughter meant that I would never, ever be able to find someone willing to date me.

Trust me. I've tried.

If the thousand-yard stare wasn't enough to scare them off, my dad's not-at-all-subtle flashes of his two different holsters certainly would be. Not to mention his history as a prosecutor, reminding you that he didn't even need a gun to end your life.

And god, did he let every potential suitor know it. It didn't matter if you were a girl, boy, or non-binary person, my father did not discriminate in scaring the absolute shit out of anyone who showed an interest in me. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume it wasn't on purpose, but I wasn't dumb enough to believe that.

But that night, the first time I'd come home in almost a year, it wasn't my father I was hoping to see when I walked through the doors of my childhood home.

I was there to see Spencer.

It had been three years since I last saw him, and the circumstances were... uncomfortable. After months of helping me deal with my mom's death, I'd made the terrible decision to tell him the truth of how I felt. At least, I tried to. I only got about halfway through the confession before he realized what was happening and all but took off running.

It wasn't even because of my dad, although I wished I could have blamed him. The truth was that despite being a legal adult at eighteen, I was still just a kid to Spencer. Part of me was convinced that was all I'd ever be in his eyes. But another part of me, the louder, stupider part, told me to give it another shot.

That was how it started.

"Hello! It's just me! Anyone home?" I called as I opened the door, stepping into the familiar space that almost felt foreign from my time away. When no one answered, I followed the faint sound of video games coming from upstairs.

Sure enough, once I reached his room, I spotted Jack through the crack in the door. Beside him sat Spencer, his identity clearly indicated by the worn out Converse that bounced on the floor.

"Knock knock," I announced, causing the two boys to nearly jump from their seats. While Jack recovered and quickly returned to his game, the same couldn't be said for Spencer.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come..." his voice died before the sentence finished, his mouth hanging open and the book in his hands falling a few inches under his slackened grip. "... in," he mumbled when he finally tore his eyes off my body and brought them back to my face.

There was no comfort for him there either, because all he found was a devilish grin. He took his defeat in grace though, clearing his throat before he finally succeeded in his third attempt, "I didn't hear you come in."