Spencer Reid | Oneshots

I Like It Like That 🔥 (E)

Summary: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: D/s dynamic, penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, degradation, unprotected sex, hair pulling

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It was no surprise to me that (y/n) is  flexible. I figured that fact out pretty quickly after she showed up at  my door one night after the rest of the team fell asleep.

I  learned a lot about her that night. Like how loud she screams my name  when she squirms on my fingers, or how tightly she pulls my hair and how  hard she digs her manicured fingers into my scalp when my face is  buried between her thighs.

I loved these things about her. I just didn't love the rest of the team learning about that side of her.

So when I heard the overjoyed, playful screaming from all the girls except  my girlfriend, I was not excited to come back to the room. Call it  intuition or just regular logic, it didn't matter, because I knew what I  would see.

Sure enough, after I found the courage to turn the  corner I saw her straddling Garcia as the music blared in the  background. I'd heard the song before, it was on the playlist (y/n)  usually played when she was getting ready for a night out.

'If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back, back, back, back, back.'

Except  now, instead of dancing a private show for me in the bathroom or  bedroom, she was grinding in a familiar pattern over our coworker. I  hated myself for feeling both turned on and furious, because even if it  wasn't me under her, I couldn't deny the way it made me feel.

She'd done the very same thing in my lap on several occasions.

'Wait 'til you see it from the back, back, yeah, back, back, back.'

There  was something hypnotic about the way she could move those damn hips. I  couldn't stop thinking of the way it felt to hold her up by that  perfectly sculpted ass while I fucked her into a wall.

But the  fact I was thinking about that heavily suggested that I wasn't the only  one. That thought was confirmed when Luke appeared next to me, taking a  swig of whatever the hell he was drinking.

"Damn, Reid. I didn't know you could handle a woman like that."

The words burned my ears, lighting a fire deep in my chest as I clenched tighter to my own glass.

"I don't know what you mean," I replied through half-clenched teeth, which led to him laughing as he shook his head.

The only thing worse than his words was the way he was watching her.

She  had turned around now, her hands running over her hair as she crouched,  showing the exquisite control she could maintain in her stomach muscles  despite shaking her hips at a dizzying pace.

"If you don't know what I mean, you're either blind or ungrateful."

Fuck, she had to stop.

He had to stop. I knew he was drunk, but that was my fucking girlfriend.

Luckily,  Rossi had caught on to what was happening from a few feet away, and he  put an arm in front of me as I started to approach the women.

"Easy, kid. Let her live a little."

The  nonchalant manner he said it only pissed me off more. He just shrugged,  like it was an inevitability that I should let a bunch of other people  ogle my girlfriend. She was practically lighting a fucking 'open for business' sign over her head.