Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Stuck 🔥 (E)

Summary: Reader and Spencer get stuck on an elevator, and when Reader takes her top off, Spencer's mind wanders.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: Oral (male receiving), mild exhibitionism

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During sexual arousal, the human body goes through a number of astounding changes. Blood vessels dilate, causing a rush of blood not only to the genitalia, but also to our chest and face. The body, in preparation for aerobic activity, responds by increasing the heart rate. This increased blood flow leads to a release of neurotransmitters that makes your body more aware of even the slightest touch. Even the thinnest fabric could feel unbearably overwhelming. Including, for example, the fabric of my slacks.

Which is why looking at (y/n) at that moment was a terrible idea. It really was the worst possible thing I could have done in the situation, because looking at her meant noticing things I really shouldn't have noticed. Once I looked at her, I knew that I had made a terrible, terrible mistake.

"It's so fucking hot," she keened, her hands raking through her hair and pulling it from her neck that also dripped with sweat. As she tried to tie it up, her chest rumbled with a low groan. "Why is it so fucking hot?"

My eyes were glued to her. Her head was thrown back and her mouth hung open with hot, heavy pants. The noise was so undeniably erotic that I had to make it stop. I had to cut her off before she realized exactly what the sound was doing to me.

"The ventilation in elevators is very interesting. It's actually an important part of their design. If you think about it, hot air rises, so in the event of a fire on one of the lower floors, if it got into the elevator it would flood the rest of the building." I rambled, my leg starting to bounce.

(Y/n) glanced down at it, which was enough of a warning to make me stop. I was probably shaking the whole elevator, which was not advisable in our current situation. If I hadn't been so distracted, I probably would have been more freaked out about the possibility of falling.

Once the rocking movements ceased and we were still again, she spoke. "Is that why they don't let us on the elevator when there's a fire?"

"That, among other reasons. I don't think anyone wants to boil alive."

She let out an angered huff at my poor choice of words, considering that's very much what it felt like we were doing. She didn't say anything though, and I looked away to avoid the death glare that seemed stuck on her face.

"But you know, we also have conflicting energy codes, considering wide scale ventilation of elevators wastes an enormous amount of energy." I droned, knowing that the words wouldn't be anything resembling interesting for her. It was a purposeful decision. I had chosen something so horribly dull that no person could ever be turned on by the conversation. I was trying to talk myself down.

It seemed to work; my body had started to relax again despite the tense situation. I'd almost made it out of the painfully aroused stage when it happened.

"It's strange, right? We don't often think about how much controversy a couple of vents could caus—" I looked at her, and my throat closed around the word.

"What?" she asked, like nothing had happened.

"N-Nothing," I answered, pretending much the same. But something had happened. Something that undid all of my hard work to lessen the tension in my gut and the frantic pounding of my heart.

"You stopped talking," she pointed out, crossing her arms for a split second before remembering that the close contact just meant more condensed body heat. Throwing her arms aside, she responded to that frustration by snapping at me, "Spit it out, kid."