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lipstickstainedreid · 11 months ago

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Tequila shots

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Summary: You and the team go out. Tequila shots are flowing, which leads to a closeness you hadn't expected.

Wordcount: 2787

NSFW, fem!dom!reader, Sub!Spencer, Praisekink

------------------------------------------------------------------------------The team decided that it was a good night to go out, after an especially hard case to celebrate. You were happy to find a nice black top in the back of your car. It’s off the shoulder and accentuates your cleavage nicely without being too much.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror of the bar. Sighing you touch up your lipstick and fluff your hair for more volume.

“Y/n!” you hear Emily knock on the bathroom door.

“Coming!” You yell back.

You give yourself one more look before heading back into the bar.

Everybody is stuffed into a booth in the back. The Rolling Stones playing over the speakers gives the bar a nice vibe. A few small groups are scattered around, a couple of guys playing darts. Overall it’s not as busy as you’d expect.

You sit down next to Emily. “What are we talking ‘bout?” You smile.

Your eyes scan the table, everybody already has a drink. Morgan slides a beer towards you. You smile gratefully at him.

Your eyes get stuck on Spencer, he took off his blazer and the tight-fitting dark purple shirt is very visible. You let your eyes wander over his chest, the buttons are slightly pulling on the fabric. Over the past year, he grew out of his lanky frame and into a man with broad shoulders and arms. His sleeves rolled up making his arms look even bigger. God, he looked delicious.

“Well, Prentiss, JJ and I are convincing everyone else to go to this club a block away,” Morgan spoke.

“The average age here is 50.” Prentis sighed head resting on her hand, with the other she was waving her beer around to point at a group of elderly men.

Rossi quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

“No offence.” She quickly mumbled.

Spencer seemed to get nervous at the thought of going to a club. His hand ran through his hair.

“Come on guys, we want to dance!” JJ exclaimed. Garcia gave in with a little “Whooo,” sending a wink your way.

A night of dancing would be a good way to get your mind off of all the brutal cases you’ve seen lately. Besides it’s been forever since you had some drunken stupid fun. Who knows, what is the worst thing that could happen with your colleagues?

You take a big swig of beer. “Okay, I’m in!” You laughed. Half of the table burst out in cheers.

Hotch, Rossi and Reid still needed to be convinced. Prentis starts a small chant, tapping her beer on the table. “Clubbing, clubbing, clubbing.” JJ and Garcia join in quickly.

“Come on Hotch, scared you can’t keep up anymore.” Morgan taunts.

Hotch glances at the man next to him about to answer, when Rossi intervenes. “Come on Hotch let’s show these kids how it’s done.”

More cheers erupt from the table.

Reid is fidgeting with his hands looking up at you worried. you smile at him reassuringly and mouth “You’ll be okay.” He nods and gives you a small smile. His eyes were still a bit worried.

The team finishes their beers and gets ready to walk to the club.

Standing at the coat check you can already feel the bass coming from down the hall. You start feeling a little giddy, excitement filling your chest. “Y/n! you ready?” Penelope grabs your hand to pull you down the hallway.

The music hits you like a wall. There are speakers all around the room blasting what the DJ is playing. Different coloured lights are flashing everywhere. Reid comes up next to you, anxiety visible in his shoulders and jaw. You reach over and give his hand a small squeeze. He smiles at you and lets out a breath before walking in with you.

Prentis comes up to your group and waves everybody over. Derek is standing at the bar guarding a row of shots with his life. Everybody piles around the shots. You lick your hand and pour some salt over it. Getting ready holding the glass and lime.

“One, two, three, shot!” Morgan yells.

The tequila burns a little going down and you grimace at the taste. The lime helps a bit. You lock eyes with Reid who seemed to have a worse experience than you. Before you can talk to him the girls pull you back on the dancefloor.

In the bathroom, you look at your phone”, the text is starting to become blurry. 2:00 AM. Your mother's voice echoes in your head “Nothing good happens after 2:00 AM.” You shake your head and look in the mirror. Why do you always feel more drunk in the bathroom than out on the dancefloor? You reapply your lipstick and tousle your hair around a little bit. You stumble a little to the door before heading back out.

Walking past the bar you see Derek and Spencer standing around a group of girls. A small pang of jealousy hits your chest. Reid runs a hand through his hair and smiles at one of the girls. God, why did he have to look so hot today? All those girls are probably throwing themselves at him. It’s, not like he’s yours or anything but still, that doesn’t mean you have to like these girls flirting with him. Surely if you were sober this wouldn’t bother you as much. Right now your head is dizzy with alcohol, and you can’t think straight.

As you march over there Morgan calls out “Y/n come do a shot with us!” Spencer's hair was starting to stick to his forehead from the heat and he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. You could see the blonde girl beside him whisper something in his ear. Her hand very clearly touching his arm. Could she be even more obvious?

Reid his cheeks were turning red by the second as he gulped.

“Okay, it’s Reid's turn,” Morgan calls out, and all the girls cheer. Confusion is written all over your face, Derek smirks at you.

Spencer looks even more uncomfortable wiping his hands on his trousers.

“Okay pretty boy, it’s salt, shot, lime remember?” Reid nods, nervously looking around.

Derek comes closer to your ear, so you can hear him over the music. “Can you help boy genius out?”

“Sure, what do I need to do?” you answer.

“Stand there and look pretty we’ll do the rest.”

Sounds ominous but you’re sure Derek would never do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

He walks back to get some stuff from the bar and comes to stand behind you.

“Don’t be scared pretty girl.”

You feel something cold on your neck going down parallel to your collarbone. You turn your head to see salt getting poured over the same line. Derek stands in front of you now and hands you the lime. “Hold this in your mouth.”

You do as he says. Surely this is not the most professional thing you could do but you can’t see anyone else from the BAU around.

Spencer gets pulled by Derek to stand behind you. The blonde girl glares at you, obviously jealous of the position you’re in.

You can feel the heat radiate from the man behind you. He’s holding the shot glass in one hand.

Derek yells from the group of girls “One, two, three, shot!”

Spencer's big hand holds your arm as he moves even closer. You feel him completely pressed behind you as he dips his head down. His tongue moving across the strip of salt.

Tingles shoot up and down your spine. Just as fast as his mouth leaves your neck he turns you around. He takes the shot and puts the glass down. Both of his hands hold your face. He pulls you close to take the lime from between your lips.

Your breath stops. You’ve never been this close to the man in front of you. Your mind is consumed by the thought of this man. All you can think about is closing the gap between your lips. You lock eyes as he moves away. The confidence in his actions seems to fade away as he steps away from your body.

“Okay, Y/n now it’s your turn!” Morgan exclaims from behind you. His words slowly bring you back to where you are. “Pretty boy, you want to return the favour?” he taunts.

Spencer mumbles something which gets taken as a yes. The blonde girl drags the lime over the space on his chest now visible with the part of the shirt that’s unbuttoned. She shakes the shaker to pour salt over his chest. She gives him a wink before walking away. Reid takes the lime from Morgan, who hands you the shot after.

Something about this girl so obnoxiously flirting with Spencer is setting something off in you. Maybe you had some unresolved feelings about this man. You knew you were attracted to him, who wouldn’t be? This was a jealousy deeper than that.

You were aware these girls wanted to go home with Spencer tonight. Something switched in your mind. Fuck it let’s give them a show.

You approach the taller man, who’s staring nervously at you. With your free hand, you move the shirt out of the way and you lick a long strip over his chest, not breaking the eye contact. Spencer's eyes darken as he looks down at you. You take the shot and use both hands to pull Spencer down by his shirt. You’re filled with longing as you hold him there. Taking the lime from his lips, you feel his breath hitch in the closeness shared for a split second.

“Let’s go,” you growl in his ear. Reids's hand grabs yours as he pulls away. He manoeuvres you across the dancefloor filled with partygoers. When he finds an empty bathroom he pulls you inside and closes the door.

You push him against the door and with your other hand you lock it. Your lips connect in a passionate kiss. Fireworks go off in your chest as you’re mind is buzzing with alcohol and lust. Your lips move against his with hunger. His hands try to touch you anywhere he can. They move from your hips to your waist to pull you closer to him to your face. Your hands are unbuttoning his shirt. When his shirt is open you push it from his shoulders and let it fall on the bathroom floor. You break the kiss and a soft whine escapes the taller man. You let your eyes travel over Spencer. His blonde hair all tousled, cheeks red and lips flushed, his eyes stay focussed on yours.

“Such a pretty boy” you whisper against his ear as you leave wet kisses down his neck. He lets out a quiet breath from the feeling. You smile against his neck and suck harder leaving maroon and purple bruises all over his collarbone.

His knees almost buckle from the feeling. Your hands move down from his chest to his thighs. You softly brush against his groin feeling how hard he already is.

“Are you so needy already?” You coo.

Spencer nods feverishly “Please let me make you feel good.” He begs.

“Not yet baby,” your hands move to his belt slowly undoing it. “There is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” You quickly pull his pants and boxers down.

He gasps at the feeling of the cold air on his dick. A drop of precum already collecting at the tip. You smile as you slowly move your hand around his shaft. You go teasingly slow at first looking up at the man in front of you.

Spencer is leaning his head against the door, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed together.

You start licking at the tip, then moving from the base down his shaft. Spencer lets out a moan at the feeling. You take the tip in your mouth as his hand buries in your hair.

You start bobbing up and down his dick, your cheeks hollow. Enjoying the pretty sounds he’s making. Your hands grab his thighs. You notice Spencer is starting to move with your head trying to go deeper down your throat. He feels heavy on your tongue.

“Please Y/n,” he whimpers “Please let me cum.”

You move away from him. “Not so fast baby. Slowly standing up you keep one hand on his length, moving it teasingly slow. You feel him trying to gain some more friction by moving his hips. You loved having this incredible man so desperate for you.

“You’re being so good for me baby.”

Spencer moans at the praise.

“You want to fuck me, make me feel good?”

He nods his hands again trying to pull you closer.

“Please miss.”

You bring him towards the sink as you jump up on the counter. Pulling on his blonde locks you lock lips again. His tongue brushes against your lips, you let him in. Your tongues circle each other. Spencer's hands move to the bottom of your shirt.

“Can I take it off?” He murmurs against your lips. You nod in response.

He quickly moves his head away to remove the top and throws it down on the ground. He stares at you for a moment. His lips connect to your chest as his hands find their way to the clasps of your bra.

You moan at the feeling of his lips all over you. He slides the bands of your bra down your arms as it joins the pile on the floor.

His kisses move to your right nipple, and his hand finds your left boob. He kisses and sucks on it while his hand massages the other. His teeth softly pull on it.

“You make me feel so good baby, suck a good boy.”

He whimpers against your chest. His hands move your skirt up to your hips as his mouth continues making its way down. You gasp at the cold counter against your bare ass.

He hooks his fingers around your panties and moves them down your legs. They get tossed aside without looking. Spencer's mouth latches to your thigh. Wet kisses up and down your thighs.

You feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second as your breathing becomes more heavy.

After what feels like ages his lips find their way around your clit. His tongue moves circles around it gently applying pressure. Your hands are buried in his hair.

“Fuck Spence,” you moan.

his tongue licks around your entrance as he continues to suck on your clit.

Softly you feel one finger nearing your entrance. He moves it in and out of you with ease. Fuck he has long fingers.

A second one joins.

“Fuck baby,” He curls his fingers to hit your g-spot “you feel so good.” Your moans come out broken from the pleasure.

He continues eating you out as if his life depended on it.

A familiar tightness forms and your legs start shaking.

“Don’t stop Spence, I’m so close.” This only seems to make him more enthusiastic. His tongue still circling your clit. His long fingers fucking you. You can’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum Spence.” You warn him.

Your sweet release covers his face as you moan his name.

The man comes up from between your legs with a hazy smile. You brush his hair out of his face.

“You did so good sweetheart.”

You give him a soft kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Something that sends a wave of endorphins through you.

Your hand moves down to his shaft again, still standing ready. With your other hand on his shoulder, you pull him closer to you. You give him a few pumps before lining him up with your entrance.

He moves into you. You both moan at the feeling as he slowly bottoms out.

“Fuck you’re so big baby, you make me feel so good.”

He whimpers “Thank you miss.”

Spencer starts thrusting slowly first, moaning at the feeling of you surrounding him.

“Faster baby.” At these words, he starts fucking you faster.

You press your nails into his shoulders. Whispering encouragements and praise into his ear.

His hips snapping into you faster and faster.

You feel your walls fluttering around him, feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach. Spencer starts moving faster and deeper. You can tell he’s getting close.

“Be a good boy and cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for Spencer and you to fall over the edge. His hips stutter as he lets out loud moans. He lets his head hang against yours as he fills you up.

You kiss his head.

“Such a good boy.”

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lipstickstainedreid · 11 months ago

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Jet nap, Spencer Reid oneshot

First oneshot i wrote, I also just got my wisdom tooth taken out so I might be delirious rn

fluffy oneshot, no cw, sfw

1429 words

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It was a long couple of days figuring out the last case. Finally, you are in the comfortable seats of the jet. You sit down on the grey couch and stretch your legs. Jawing you realise just how tired you are.

Morgan, Prentis and JJ are already deep in conversation sitting at the table.

Hotch and Rossi swiftly follow. Rossi quickly sits down to scribble something in his notebook while Hotch goes to tell the pilot to take off.

Reid comes in last, he seems deep in thought. His eyes snap up to yours. You give him a small smile. His long legs clad in dark brown pants stride the short distance across the plane.

“May I?” He points to the empty seat on the couch beside you.

You nod stifling another jawn.

As he sits down you notice the small distance between you. The soft brush of his knee against yours sends small tingles down your spine.

Reid bends down to rummage through his leather bag. A red paperback is fished from the satchel. He scooches a little to get comfortable and opens the book.

You can practically feel the heat from his body with how close he is sitting. He has to be doing this on purpose you think to yourself. Of course, he could just not be noticing it. But a guy like Spence? who is so aware of germs and won’t let anybody share his drink. It is almost suspicious.

“Whatcha reading?”

“Hm?” The boy next to you furrows his brown turning to you.

“Sign Of Four from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.”

You reach out your hand. He marks the page before passing you the book. You look at the cover and read the back.

“Looks cool.”

He gives you a little nod. Usually, you guys can talk for hours about anything and everything but there is a blanket of tiredness falling over the entire jet now that you’ve taken off. Even the trio at the table is simmering down.

Reid opens the book again, but, you interrupt. “Spence, can I read with you? I didn’t bring anything.” You smile apologetically.

He gives you a little confused look.

You practically melt at how sweet he looks. His hazel eyes studying your face, trying to find out if you’re serious.

He is a colleague, you have to find a way to get rid of this crush. Ever since you started at the BAU the tall man caught your attention. Sure, it was awkward at first. He barely talked to you. Over time you slowly warmed up to you and you now consider him one of your best friends.

Still, he is your coworker and you can’t have a crush on him. Especially not when you work with the best profilers in the country. How nobody mentioned it to you yet is a wonder.

Reid seems to have made up his mind.

“Yeah of course.” His voice slightly cracks near the end of his sentence. He gulps and moves as close as possible without actually touching you. He moves his arms so the book is now held between you two.

“Thanks!” You smile gratefully at him and you are sure a small blush is creeping up his face that wasn’t there before.

You turn back to face the book.

Just before you can read a full sentence the page gets turned. You quickly pick up reading but before you’re even halfway through the page Spencer does it again.

“Spence…” You sigh “Can you please wait a little before turning the page?”

“But I finished reading it?”

“Yeah I know but, I need a little bit longer. Not everybody is a super genius” You joke.

Both of you start to read the next page and you can tell Reid is waiting longer for you to finish. You give him a little hum of acknowledgement so that he can turn the page.

You two keep reading about the adventures of Sherlock Homes.

Your eyes start feeling heavy. You lazily keep reading the words while slumping a little into the couch.

Detective Holmes is running around the streets of London, looking for clues. The sound of his dress shoes echoing in the small alleyway. You halt mid-alley when the man in front of you does too. Sherlock bends down to pick something up.

“Is she asleep?”

You hear the voice clear as day, except the mouth of the detective didn’t move.

“I…”

You look around trying to figure out who’s talking.

“I think so, she just put her head down.”

Wait, you know that voice. That’s Reid.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking against the light.

“Pretty boy getting some action.” Morgans's voice taunts the young doctor.

You lift your head, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey,” Spence softly says next to you, “we just landed.”

Once you fully sit up with your eyes open you can see Derek making kissing faces at Reid while he walks out.

Everybody seemed to have already left. It is just you and Reid on the jet.

“Did I fall asleep?” You ask

Spencer chuckles a little, trying to put his hair behind his ear. “Yeah after about five minutes you passed out on my shoulder.”

Oh no, it was already bad enough that you couldn’t stop staring at Spencer, but this set in stone that you are way more into him than you should be as colleagues. Everybody on the plane saw it as well. You could already hear Derek bullying you.

And poor Spence, he must’ve been so uncomfortable having you all against him.

You can feel your entire body flushing red.

“Spencer, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

The man’s gaze softens. “y/n it’s okay, you were tired.”

“I know, but still, I know how you don’t like people touching you.” You quickly start packing your stuff to leave.

“Really y/n I didn’t mind,” He looks away nervously “Some people I like having closer than others.”

“That’s sweet Spence.” You smile at him when he looks back at you.

You both get up to leave the jet. Even though Spencer was okay with everything. You still couldn’t really ignore what Derek was saying. Why was he making kissing noises at you?

it probably would be best to let it be, still, some insecurities came up.

“What was Morgan talking about?” You ask while making your way to the bullpen to get your last stuff.

Spencer looks like he saw a ghost.

“Oh..erm,” He starts fixing his clothes. “Nothing really… he was making a joke.”

His nervousness gives you a little hope. Maybe you can push him a little further.

“What about?”

You see the man next to you gulp. “About someone, he knows I like, but we don’t need to talk about it it’s not like she would like me anyway and even if she did it wouldn’t be responsible because…” He starts to ramble.

“Spence,” you chuckle a little while you grab his arm. He stops walking in the middle of a hallway. The taller man is looking everywhere except at you. His cheeks and ears flushed red.

Could this really be, you think to yourself, the doctor Spencer Reid has a crush on you, Y/n Y/l/n?

You’re stomach is doing flips, but you need to be sure before you not only put your friendship but also potentially your job on the line.

“Why wouldn’t it be responsible?” You coo, eyes fluttering up at him.

“Well, according to FBI regulations, two agents can only be in a relationship if they share the same position. So, that results in not being able to get promoted. That is not even considering what would happen to the team if you didn’t like me back.

Your chest erupts into butterflies when you hear the last sentence. Reids' eyes widen when he realises what he said. He is about to start to ramble again.

You stand on your tiptoes and grab his shirt to pull him down a little. You press your lips on him to shut him up.

His hands slowly make their way to your waist. It’s a little awkward and sweet. Just like Spencer. Fireworks erupt in your chest. You pull away a little.

“I like you too Spence.” You murmur against his lips. You feel him smile against your lips as he kisses you again.

You didn’t expect your first kiss with Spencer to be in the middle of a hallway in the FBI building, but with him it’s perfect.

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