Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Teacher's Pet 🔥 (E)

Summary: Reader insists on being a problem for her favorite Professor.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: Spanking, Adults w/Age Gap (24/38), oral sex (male receiving), Teacher/Student, fingering,penetrative sex, degradation, cursing, roughhousing, gagging

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There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could either be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us.

That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.

Spencer Reid didn't even try to hide his past; he had practically shared his whole life story within the first few weeks of classes. I got the sense he had a hard time keeping just about anything a secret with his nasty habit of oversharing.

That was fine with me, though. I quite liked having the ammunition. In fact, I had prepared to use that information today, because unlike the rest of the thirsty bitches in the class, I wasn't auditing. I was in this shit.

And today was the class I'd been waiting for for over a month.

"Criminal partnerships aren't actually as rare as people might believe, with more than one fifth of all serial killers operating in teams, usually composed of two individuals."

His voice had already sent half the girls in the class into a trance, but I was trying to focus on the content. After all, I didn't want to miss my chance. I could feel it coming in my bones.

"In a typical partnership, there are two roles. I'm sure you're all familiar with them already. If you've done the reading you should be more than a little familiar. Anyone want to—"

He cut himself off when he noticed the speed with which I raised my hand with a saccharine smile on my face. The expression he returned told me he knew he was in dangerous territory. Nonetheless, he called on me.

"Yes, (Y/n)?"

"Dominant and submissive," I said matter-of-factly, leaning forward in my seat as I lowered my hand.

"That's right—" he started, but I managed to stop him with my loud interruption from the back of the room.

"But there are tons of different types of dominant and submissive partnerships."

He seemed intrigued, and also very concerned about the fact that I was still talking. It wasn't that unheard of for me to be mouthy in class. I think he knew where I was going with this.

I hoped so. I would have been disappointed if he didn't.

His silence gave me the implicit permission to continue, so I did.

"It can be master and disciple, parental, siblings, or romantic."

He smiled, the kind that dimpled his cheeks as it showed just how hard he was trying not to say something.

"So you did the reading," was what came out instead of whatever had him biting his tongue.

"Of course," I admitted with a shrug, "But I actually have a question, Professor."

There was something about the way I felt when I talked to him. It was like the rest of the class disappeared, the tension between the two of us transporting us to another reality. Other times, it felt like the two of us were starring in a movie, and they were the audience watching our every move with rapt attention.