The Mission

Three

Y/N could hear them talking inside the classroom. "For fuck's sake, we have a troubled one in our hands." Derek said, presumably about her. 

"Are you talking about Y/N?" Spencer asked.

"Who else is there, Reid? Everyone here is perfectly quiet and minding their business type of way, but then that girl shows up at the almost end of class, and then you would never guess what she did when I reached for the towel-"

She then walked in the classroom and gave Derek a look. Derek quickly stopped himself and smiled awkwardly. 

Y/N raised her brow and said, "Can I talk to you, Dr. Reid, alone."

She gave Derek a sneering look and Derek shook his head, as he left the room. She grabbed the chair and sat down, her legs slightly parted, so he could see her lacy panties. 

"Y/N, I don't think-"

"Doctor, why do I feel like we've met sometime in the past, or do you just have a common face?" She cuts him off, and then proceed to walk so close to him that he has to move backwards a bit.

Y/N could see pools of sweat lining up at Spencer's chin area. literally. He doesn't say anything and just stares at her, with his wide doe eyes, almost like he was scared to see what will happen next if he lets her talk more.

"I'm getting impatient here, sir." 

She sat down again in front of him, opening up her legs and sucked on the cherry lollipop that he had bought for the class. Spencer could definitely see the discoloration on the white panties, a sign that Y/N was soaking wet in her clit. 

She continued to lick the lolly, then opened her mouth into a wide o as she bobbed her head up and down, like she had her mouth around a big dick. She looked up with a crooked smile at Spencer, her mascara smudged down, and lip gloss smudged to the bottom of her chin. 

He grabbed a tissue and moved close to her. Y/N started to feel nervous, something she hadn't felt in a long time. She felt butterflies working up her stomach. 

But when Spencer came close to her, he just wiped away the mascara and the lipgloss that was smudged. "You need to clean up a bit more than that, Y/N." He smiled a bit and then gave back the tissue. 

"You do the rest, and then leave for your next period please."

He then walked back to his seat and she could see him jot down a few notes on his notepad, with his mouth creased to a straight line. He clearly looked annoyed, like he had just dealt with a child.

However, Y/N was not discouraged one bit. This was not the end. She knew that she could crack him. With a bit more effort. 

Unfortunately, the one thing Y/N did not notice was that Spencer was definitely aroused, and the only reason he had to go behind the desk was because of the precum that had gathered around his penis, and his khaki trousers were going to have a wet spot. His dick was throbbing, and he was trying to calm it down so Y/N would not know that she had the upper hand. He wanted to masturbate alone so he could come, but it looked like Y/N wasn't leaving anytime soon.