Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Red Handed 🔥 (E)

Summary: Sub!Spencer. Reader catches Spencer in the act, and then joins in.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotectedsex, alcohol 


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The one thing you learn very quickly while working as a profiler at the BAU is that there are very few ways to relax in a cheap hotel room. Honestly, the longer I work here, the less I understand why people choose to stay at places like this on vacation.

Even when the case was over and I sat in this bleached out room with clipart like pictures, I couldn't find a way to relax. JJ and Elle had tried to show me their methods, hoping that, in the very least, it might trigger some inspiration for me.

Half a bottle of wine later, I found nothing except the realization that I would probably have a headache in the morning. After about 30 minutes of listening to the two girls talk about dating, I decided to finally make my exit for the night. It wasn't that I was bored by the conversation (Elle had some very interesting stories), but it just reminded me way too much about just how painfully single I was.

... Not that going back to my room would help with that. Not long after I joined, I'd been inadvertently volunteered to room with Spencer. Basically, when we were the only two left, I didn't complain about it. The truth was, I enjoyed being in his room. Interestingly enough, the genius was pretty quiet at night. If I didn't talk to him, he spent most of the night quietly reading and occasionally sneaking glances that I'd pretend I didn't see.

But that was the problem with rooming with Spencer or spending any time with him at all, really. The kid was so fucking adorable. Every time I looked over and saw those big, soft brown eyes staring at me filled with a curious reverence, all I could picture is how cute he would look with my legs wrapped around his head.

He was a sweet boy. It wouldn't be right for me to corrupt him like that. So, I left him alone and let him ogle me from afar in peace. As far as I knew, he wasn't even interested in sex, let alone the type of... activities... that my fantasies involved.

With my half full bottle of wine, I quietly unlocked the door to our shared room, recognizing that Spencer had mentioned he was trying to go to bed early tonight. It was part of why I'd left to hang out with JJ in the first place. The room was almost entirely dark, so I'd stopped for a moment to let my eyes adjust to this new environment.

I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't entirely sober either. So when I finally started to move forward, I was probably acting way more cautious than I'd needed to. He wasn't a fucking bat; he wouldn't be able to hear my breathing.

Breathing.

That's what I heard when I inched further down the small corridor by the door. I passed the bathroom, almost tempted to turn on the light just so I could see what was happening. But the quick, irregular beating of my heart was my intuition telling me to stay very still.

I peeked around the corner as silently as I could, and some deep part of my subconscious was trying to prepare me for what I knew I would find. But I honestly don't think I would ever be prepared for it.

The curtains hadn't been drawn completely shut; the pale lights of the small town filtering through the darkness and finding the bed where Spencer lay. It looked like something fit for a fucking painting.

But it wasn't just the romantic lighting that took my breath away. No, it was the unmistakable sounds flowing from the boy wonder. The heavy breaths belonged to him, and from my precarious position I could see that his head was thrown back and his eyes were unable to stay open. There was a quick movement under the covers, and the simple sound of sheets rustling and quiet moans filled the air.