Spencer Reid Imagines {ON HOLD}

stress relief (smut)

Description: Both you and Spencer have stressful jobs. When he comes back from a week long case and you get home after a day of being pressured for results, you both need a way to blow off some steam.
Warnings: language, smut
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Your day had been anything but relaxing. In fact, your entire week had been terrible. To begin with, every single person in your office had been giving you crap for not producing a decent enough story. You were a head crime journalist for a local magazine, but you hadn't gotten a decent enough break since the crime ring story two weeks ago. All of the people who worked under you were hounding you about their next job, plus nobody seemed to want to work the entire week. You were tired of trying to manage 20 people while also doing your job and the job of your boss since she was away on a business conference. You not only had that to deal with but an insane amount of sexual frustration you desperately needed to release.
Whenever Spencer was out on a case, you usually got this way. It was usually resolved by late night calls kept hidden from his coworkers and wet dreams as soon as you hung up the phone. But this time had you so pent up nothing would work. He called you every night but it didn't solve anything, no matter how hard you tried. You needed him, but you didn't get that until he landed in another 2 hours.

Spencer was the same way. His case had lasted a week, much longer than any of them thought it would. The local PD wasn't being very cooperative either, and kept second guessing every move they made. He felt like everything was totally out of control, leaving him stressed with a lot of pent up anger.
This was the most sexually frustrated he'd been in a while being gone from you. The calls in the dark weren't only for you but also for him, since your voice and the image of your body was usually enough to keep him distracted when he was away. But this time, nothing was enough. And all that anger continued to boil as they flew in the jet.

See, when Spencer gets stressed, it's usually because something is out of his control. So when he gets back home, he tries to control whatever he can. The thermostat, the TV, and-on his particularly bad cases-you. He even set rules for you to remember when he was like this, and he'd make you say them off to him as a way to further control your body.
And right now that was what you both needed.
He needed to be able to tell you exactly what to do and you listen, something he couldn't do with the idiot police who never believed a word he said. And you needed someone to boss you around, something you were doing to the incompetent people in your department. You needed his hands on you, and he needed to put his hands on you.

Your head peered up as the door to the apartment slammed shut, watching as Spencer tossed around his bags and his jacket. You bit your lip, knowing how the rest of your night was going to go. He would usually text you before coming home like this, but you liked the surprise.
"Get over here." His back was to you and his voice was low but you complied, walking over to stand next to him. As soon as you did his lips pressed against yours, hands pressed against your cheeks as he backed you up against the wall. Your hands immediately went to his hair, your breath quickly being taken away from you. When he finally parted to let you breathe, your chest heaved up and down.
"Rough case?" He licked his lips, arms on either side of you to cage you in.
"You don't understand how much I've been waiting to do this." He started to kiss your neck slowly, biting down in spots he knew were sensitive. "What's rule number one princess?" Your voice came out shaky as you tried to hold in your moans.
"A-Always do what you're told when you're told to do it." He removed his head from your neck, smirking at you as he started to undo his tie.
"Good girl. Arms up." You lifted your arms above your head, Spencer's hands grasping the bottom of your shirt and lifting up. He pulled it over your head and dropped it on the floor, looking you up and down before licking his lips. You kept your hands at your sides. He loosened his tie, removing it before balling it up into his fist. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
"What are you gonna treat me like one of your serial killers or do I get special treatment?" You complied, Spencer grabbing your hair and pulling when you turned around.
"You get extra special treatment tonight. But what's rule number two?" He wrapped the tie around your wrists before tying it in a knot, turning you around to face him.
"Don't speak unless spoken to and don't make a sound unless told to."
"Good, you remembered that one this time. You always seem to forget it." His hand clasped around your neck, pushing you against the wall as he aggressively slammed his lips against yours. When he finally parted again, his eyes looked at you with lust. "Get on your knees, now." You did as you were told, getting on your knees and looking up at him. He hastily undid his belt, pulling his pants along with his boxers down to his ankles.
This was a big change for you both, even when he was like this. Sure, he was rough when he was stressed, but he wouldn't tie you up or make you drop to your knees in the middle of the living room. Most of the pleasure was all for you, and he rarely would let you give any to him. This time the case had to have been really bad.