ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ - spencer reid

four.

note: there is mentions of very brief violence since i didnt want to go into detail of the case and just wrapped it up. sorry. and... what you all are reading this for. the chapter gets intense i think i have put off writing this scene for long enough now. this full chapter is basically smut and it gets rough. man this is just an explicit chapter. warnings: public sex, extreme dirty talk, degradation, choking, a little tease at knife & blood play.

the rest of the case was wrapped up within a few days, and your profile had guided the team to a woman whose husband had frequently visited the club through their marriage. through the investigation, the tension between you and spencer hadn't faltered. there was something in his eyes every time that you caught him staring at you that made a chill travel down your body. his gaze was intense, and you could almost tell that there was something dark in his mind as he looked at you. but you tried to push that thought off to the side as him having an annoyance for the way you only talked back to him.

the team decided to get drinks on their last night in vegas, they did basically have a private jet so it was just possible to sleep any reminders of the night off during the trip back to quantico. the team had allowed spencer to pick the bar knowing that he was more local and could find them somewhere that wasn't too crowded or too overpriced. to the whole team's surprise, spencer was taking them to a bar that seemed to have a dark academia vibe to it. the back room was filled with bookshelves of old books, many of them falling apart from years of usage. the room was light by the vintage bulb lights strung across the ceiling. there was a faint aroma of wood, sage and lavender that just somehow seemed like it fit spencer so well.

the team had settled into one of the more secluded sitting areas in the back, leather couches and arm chairs littered the space along with a worn out table that had various books and magazines spread out across the surface. you had picked one of the craft drinks at the bar, flirting with the bartender to get his preference of drinks at the place. through this, you could feel spencer's eyes practically burning your skin from behind you. the cocktail tasted of honey and lavender, your gaze finally settling on spencer to see that he had gotten the same drink as you which made you aware that you knew what his mouth practically tasted like right now.

emily brought you another drink and sat it on the table in front of you, you hadn't realized you had drank the rest of yours since you had just been thinking about spencer. you silently thanked her before looking at the drink, a small cherry sat in the golden liquid and the fruit had thoughts in your mind almost instantly. as you picked up the cherry by the stem, you quickly checked to make sure that spencer was watching you. there was no point to be doing this if he wasn't, and if there was no reaction from him out of this, at least you got to eat a cherry.

the second spencer's gaze met yours, you dropped the fruit onto the tip of your tongue, your eyes closing from the sweet, boozy taste of it on your tongue. with a soft hum from your lips, you tipped your head back to rest against the couch, the cherry rolling down onto your tongue until you were able to close your mouth around the fruit, toying with the stem of it with your fingers until you pulled and detached it from the cherry and dropped the stem into your glass. you sat back up, your gaze locking back on spencer's, but something was different this time. even through the dim lighting, you could tell there was something different in his eyes. you recognized the look. it was pure lust.

 instead of stopping there, you brought your fingers up to your lips to suck the cherry juice off the digits, a faint smirk on your lips as you dropped your hand down to pick up the glass with your drink in it. as you watched spencer, you noticed that he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and you knew it wasn't because the chair itself wasn't uncomfortable. he finished his phone out of his pocket, quickly typing up a message and within seconds you felt your own phone vibrating in your pocket. you chose to ignore it for a few seconds, watching him as he watched you. as soon as his eyes narrowed at you, you rolled your own and pulled your phone out of your back pocket.