Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Big Bad Wolf (1) 🔥 (E)

Summary: Spencer meets an elementary schoolteacher and is overwhelmed by just how innocent she seems. He has to break her.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: Thigh riding,degradation, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), light exhibitionism

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Once Upon a Time...

That's how these stories are meant to start, right? The stereotypical cautionary tale about little girls who get in over their heads. But for as long as I could remember, I'd prided myself on my ability to stay far away from danger. Not to say that I'm not like other girls - I've also always found that comparison juvenile.

All of this is just to say that, normally, I wouldn't concern myself with the traditional folklore about how little girls just can't help but get in trouble. But this week it was Spirit Week at River Hill Elementary, and it was apparently my duty to teach the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. It made sense, considering our mascot was a wolf, and to be fair, it was a much cuter costume than the three little pigs or Hansel and Gretel. After the initial concern of having to find a Little Red Riding Hood costume that wasn't intended for a college Halloween Party, I had actually started to get excited about the idea of dressing up and reading the fluffiest, most innocent rendition of Little Red that the school librarian could find.

That was, until the FBI showed up at my classroom door and I was literally dressed like a goddamn story time character.

The initial embarrassment had quickly passed thanks to the comforting words of Agent Jareau, who was obviously a mother herself. It was clear from the start that something very serious was going on, and I had my suspicions about which child it might concern. This was a heavy military family area, and many of my kids had parents who worked in defense. I wasn't going to ask any questions; I didn't want to know. The only question I needed answered was whether or not we were safe. Agent Jareau had assured me that we were, and that we would have another agent assigned to my classroom for the time being. She had immediately sensed my hesitance, and once again attempted me to comfort me.

'Dr. Reid is very good with kids. At least, my kids love him. He can even do magic.'

If she hadn't seemed so genuine, I might've likened the way she talked about him to a used cars salesman giving an earnest pitch. But it was obvious that she trusted him, so I let the paranoid thoughts go.

Before she'd left, though, she'd given me two very specific warnings: (1) He does not go by Agent, he goes by Doctor, and (2) that I needed to try very hard to ensure that he does not hijack my class.

I'd laughed when she told me the second one, only to realize that she was decidedly not joking. If anything, though, that had actually comforted me more. I had a tendency to go on inappropriate rants, and so it was a relief to know that someone else could be long winded and goofy. Maybe he wouldn't judge me as much, I'd thought. Maybe I could just go along with my normal daily routine and barely notice him in the back. Then in a few days, everything would go back to normal and I wouldn't ever have to worry about how federal agents had seen me dressed up like Little Red Riding Hood and doing funny voices for a cartoon wolf.

At least, that was the hope. But as soon as Dr. Reid stepped through the door, I realized that I was utterly and completely fucked.

It wasn't even necessarily the way he looked, but more so the way that he looked at me. Unlike Agent Jareau's childlike enthusiasm, Dr. Reid's eyes roamed hungrily over my entire figure in seconds. From how hot my face felt, I was sure that my embarrassment must have been as clear as the color as my hood. Even from a distance, I could see from the darkness glimmering in those light brown eyes that he took great pride in my reaction.