DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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Her hair flipped back and forth. I couldn't see her face in the strobe lighting, but I knew it was her. But it didn't feel like her. This Y/n was different.

She was surrounded, a sea of limbs brushing up against each other.

I pushed past them all, fighting my way through the crowds.

A burning sensation seared inside me, when I noticed the arm wrapped around her waist swaying with her.

I reached out, clutching onto her arm firmly, yanking her forward.

She glared at me through the strands of her hair that fell over her face.

I pulled her though the crowds with me until we reached the bathrooms. "Get out!" I yelled at the couple that were perched on the basin eating each other faces.

They jumped backwards, one hitting their head on the mirror and the other tripping on the alcohol slicked floor, before they both scrambled out. I watched over my shoulder as they left the door slamming behind them, muffling the music. Y/n rolled her eyes, ripping her wrist from my grip and sauntering over to the mirror and adjusting her hair.

"Look at me." I instructed, on hand in my pocket as I edged towards her.

She froze. Staring directly ahead of her into the mirror. Her breathing sped up, he chest raising and falling in exaggerated motions.

"I said... Look at me." I purposefully lowered my voice, but the gritting of my teeth didn't help.

"No," She always was stubborn. She kept her neck firmly in place.

I shook my head to myself and came up behind her staring into her reflection. I swept her hair to one side, running my thumb over her tense neck. Then I leaned down sucking on her skin before whispering, "What is wrong with you?"

She shuddered and a glint flashed in her eyes. I had unlocked something else entirely. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she mused. "I thought you'd like it. Isn't this more of what you want?" She flipped around still avoiding eye contact. She snaked her hand up my leg finally resting on my upper thigh, so nearly ghosting my crotch. She wickedly giggled sensing my arousal.

I groaned as she turned back around. I took a deep breath and rolled my neck. But that wasn't enough. I lunged forwards wrapping my right hand around her throat and dragging the left under the hem of her dress to her core. "No one can touch you but me."

She pushed her head back as I pressed my fingers in a circular motion over her underwear. I dragged my tongue over her jaw.

I push aside the flimsy material that separated my fingertips from her skin, slipping my fingers inside her. She moaned as I entered her. She released her hands from my arm and gripped onto the wash basin. I plunged my fingers deeper inside her watching her unravel in the mirror.

Once more I spun her around hoisting her onto the counter before fondling her again faster this time. I sunk down using my tongue and lips alongside my fingers to lap at her juices. She clung onto my hair, threading her finger through it. Her moaning was giving away her disposition. I slowed teasing her. Rubbing her clit rigorously and they not all. When she finally couldn't take it anymore, she pleaded. "Please."

I rose up, smirking. "You want me?"

"Yes."

I began unbuckling my belt.

"Whose touch is it that you crave the most?"

"Yours," she moaned.

I unzipped my trouser letting them drop to the ground.

"So why are you little worthless mother fuckers touch my property?" I slam inside her, the mirror shaking.

I pull her hair taute. "Look at me."

She concedes.

But seeing her eyes the air in my lungs slips away and the floor beneath me falls away.

"What," she asked. Everything had shifted know. We were in a dark room and she was stood at the opposite end.

"What have you done," I cried out. Her bloodshot eyes were unmistakeable.

"It's not all that bad Spencer. Know I don't feel anything. So it doesn't hurt so much when you push me away." A tear fell from her eye.

What have I done to her?

My eyes began to dark and I fell backwards.