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reidluvs · 5 months ago

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You'll regret that

This is a part 2 to my fanfiction "Wanna say that again", so the reader and Spencer have already created an established relationship!

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing= spencer reid x bau!reader

𓆩♡𓆪wc= 2.6k of pure smut...

𓆩♡𓆪cw= dom!spencer, bau!reader, degredation, overstimulation, unprotected sex, piv, slight exhibition, bondage, multiple orgasms, oral sex (m and f recieving), veryyyy dom!spencer

It was a typical Tuesday morning in the BAU office, the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the murmur of early-bird agents shuffling through case files. You grabbed your favorite mug from the cupboard, the chipped one with the fading "World's Best Profiler" slogan, and filled it to the brim. The steam curled up, warming your nose as you took a tentative sip, savoring the bitter taste. The office was abuzz with the chatter of colleagues, but you had learned to tune it out, focusing instead on the upcoming meeting.

As you walked into the conference room, the hum of conversation grew louder. You nodded at the familiar faces, your eyes lingering for a brief moment on Spencer Reid, the young genius of the team. His eyes met yours, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. The secret you two shared was like a silent dance between you, a secret rhythm that played only for the two of you. You knew the risks of your clandestine relationship, but the thrill was intoxicating, a secret spice to your otherwise routine life.

The meeting began with the usual round of updates, each agent recounting their findings from the weekend's case. Spencer spoke with his usual eloquence, his words painting a picture of the unsub's mind so vivid that you could almost feel the chill of the room. His eyes flicked to you occasionally, a silent reminder of the intimate moments you had stolen from the jaws of their work-filled days.

As the discussion grew more heated, a joke slipped out of your mouth, aimed at lightening the mood. "You know, Spencer's not the kind of guy I'd want to date," you quipped, a playful smile playing on your lips. The room erupted in laughter, everyone knowing the type—intelligent, yes, but socially awkward and obsessed with his work. But Spencer's reaction was not what you had expected. His eyes narrowed, and his smile faltered for a second, the room's amusement bouncing off him like a bullet ricocheting in an empty chamber. The tension was palpable, a sudden drop in the room's temperature that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

The meeting trudged on, but the atmosphere had shifted. Spencer's gaze remained on you, his eyes a stormy sea of blue-green. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the case at hand, but every time you caught his eye, your heart skipped a beat. Was he really upset? Surely, he knew you didn't mean it, that it was just a joke to ease the tension. Or was there something deeper there, a hidden wound that you had unknowingly prodded?

As soon as the meeting concluded, you retreated to the safety of your desk, your phone buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out, expecting to see a message from your mom asking about your weekend plans. Instead, it was a text from Spencer: "That wasn't funny." Your stomach plummeted. He was mad. Really mad. You typed out a quick apology, but before you could hit send, another text popped up: "You'll regret that." The screen went dark, but the words lingered in your mind, casting a shadow over the rest of your day.

You couldn't focus on the case files spread out before you, your thoughts racing. What did he mean? Was he going to tell the others? Your heart pounded in your chest as you imagined the consequences. The whispers, the glances, the potential ruin of both your reputations. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. No, Spencer wouldn't do that. He was smarter than that. But the doubt remained, a sour taste in your mouth, mixing with the coffee that had gone cold.

Just when you thought you couldn't bear the anticipation any longer, the new case briefing was called. A serial killer on the loose in a small town in Arizona, leaving a trail of bizarre ritualistic murders. The team packed up their gear, the usual banter replaced by a solemn silence that matched the gravity of the situation. You exchanged a brief, tense look with Spencer as you boarded the plane, his expression unreadable behind his thick-rimmed glasses.

The flight was a blur, the hours stretching out like the desert landscape below. You stared at the clouds, wondering how to fix this. How to explain that the joke was just that—a joke. But you knew Spencer, and you knew that words alone wouldn't be enough. He was a man of action, of logic, and of passion. You would need to show him that you didn't mean it, that your feelings for him were genuine.

Upon landing, you all piled into the rented SUVs and made your way to the hotel. The GPS announced your arrival with a cheerful chime, and you stepped out into the blistering heat. The hotel lobby was a welcome respite, cool and dimly lit. You checked in, the receptionist handing you a room key with a smile. "Agents," she said, nodding at the group, "you're all on the same floor. Your rooms are quite close to each other." Your stomach tightened—there was no escape from the tension that now filled the air like a dense fog.

You took the elevator up, the mirrored walls reflecting your uneasy expression. The doors slid open, and you stepped into the corridor, the carpet muffling the sound of your footsteps. The hotel was eerily quiet, the only noises the distant murmur of the TV from a neighboring room and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Each of you had been assigned a room, but they were all in close proximity, a fact that weighed heavily on your mind. You found your room, two doors down from Spencer's, and let yourself in, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat outside.

You had barely unpacked your suitcase when there was a knock. Your heart leaped into your throat, and you knew it was him. You took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and opened the door. Spencer stood in the hallway, his tie loosened, his suit jacket slung over one arm. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes searched yours for an explanation.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice tight. You nodded, stepping aside to let him enter. The door clicked shut behind him, and the tension in the room grew so thick you could almost touch it. "I told you that you would regret that" he said with almost a sensual tone.

Without another word, Spencer began to walk towards you, his eyes filled with a dark intensity you had never seen before. Before you could react, your back was against the wall, and his lips were on yours. The kiss was fierce, possessive, and it sent shockwaves through your body. His hands roamed over you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you realized that he was not playing around. He broke away, his breath hot against your cheek, and whispered, "I'll show you just how much you want me."

He stepped back, his gaze never leaving yours as he unbuttoned his shirt. His tie came off next, and you watched, frozen, as he approached you again, the fabric trailing like a snake in his wake. Before you could protest, he had you walking towards the bed, falling with a small thyud as he pinned you to the bed, his strong hands tying your wrists to the headboard with the silky material. You felt a mix of fear and arousal, the thrill of the unknown making your pulse race. He straddled you, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic spark.

"You think you can mock me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You'll see just how much you want this." His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn't find the strength to fight him. He kissed you again, hard and demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip until it bled. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. His hands began to explore your body, his touch both rough and calculated, each stroke and caress designed to drive you wild.

Your body responded against your will, your breath hitching as he pulled your shirt over your head, his eyes devouring you. You felt the cold silk of the tie around your wrists as he secured you to the bed, his tie a crimson sash against the stark white of the sheets. "Scream for me," he murmured, his voice a dark caress against your ear. "Let them all hear how much you love it."

He began with a slow, deliberate kiss, his teeth grazing your skin as he worked his way down your neck. You whimpered, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing and pinching until you arched off the bed, the pain blossoming into something else entirely. You tried to protest, but the words were lost in a moan as he claimed your mouth again, his tongue tangling with yours in a dance of dominance.

Spencer's grip on your wrists tightened, the tie biting into your skin as he flipped you over, your bound hands now above your head. His hands roamed down your body, skimming over your waist and hips before settling on your thighs. He pushed them apart, and you felt a rush of cold air against your wetness. "You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I guess you do want this, don't you?" His finger traced your slit, teasing you, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

With a smirk, he slammed into you, and the force of his thrust made you gasp. His pace was relentless, each stroke hitting you deeper than the last. You could feel the fabric of the tie cutting into your skin, a reminder of your own words. He whispered cruel things in your ear, calling you a slut, a whore, his voice a dark symphony that only seemed to drive you higher. You screamed his name, the sound muffled by the pillow he had shoved against your face. The team members in the adjacent rooms had to be able to hear you, but he didn't seem to care. If anything, it only spurred him on, his hips pounding into you with a ferocity that bordered on violent.

You lost count of the orgasms that ripped through you, your body trembling and begging for mercy. Each time you thought it was over, he would start again, bringing you to the brink only to pull back, leaving you panting and desperate. When he finally allowed you release, he was merciless, filling you with his cum and then pulling out, his dick still hard. He rolled you onto your back, and before you could catch your breath, he was pressing into your mouth, his eyes boring into yours as he fucked himself into you until completion. He painted your face with his cum, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction as you choked on your own sobs.

"Sir," you whimpered, your voice hoarse from screaming, "please…I can't…" But he wasn't listening. He was already sliding down your body, his tongue tracing a path down your stomach to your soaked pussy. You squirmed, too sensitive from the punishment he had just delivered, but his grip on your thighs was unyielding. "Doctor, please," you begged, using his title as a last-ditch effort to regain some semblance of control. But he only chuckled, his breath hot against your skin.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured, his tongue flicking over your clit. "I love the way you beg for it." He lapped at you with an enthusiasm that was both terrifying and thrilling, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. You writhed, trying to escape the relentless assault, but he held you firmly in place. You felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, despite your protests, and your body betrayed you, arching off the bed to meet his mouth.

As you came, he groaned in appreciation, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking hard. You screamed into the pillow, your entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. He didn't stop, even when your sobs grew louder, even when your legs began to shake uncontrollably. He only paused to kiss you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth with the same dominance he had shown earlier. "I love the taste of you on my tongue," he whispered, and you felt a strange mix of disgust and arousal.

When he finally pulled away, you lay there, panting and trembling, the tie around your wrists loosening. He leaned over you, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a soft caress that belied the storm raging inside him. "And everyone will know it." He kissed you once more, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste himself on you, before rising and leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

You were left alone, your body sore and your mind racing. What had just happened? You had never seen this side of Spencer before, never knew he had it in him to be so… intense. So dominating. As you lay there, the echoes of your own cries still ringing in your ears, you realized that your relationship had just taken a very dark turn. And for some reason, you were sure that you didn't want it to end.

The next morning, you emerged from your room, feeling as though you were stepping into the lion's den. Your coworkers exchanged knowing glances, their smirks and whispers following you down the hallway like a trail of breadcrumbs leading back to your room. "Sounds like someone had a good night," JJ said with a wink, and you felt your cheeks flush. The elevator ride down to breakfast was a silent agony, the weight of their assumptions pressing down on you like a lead blanket.

When you entered the dining area, the chatter of the team died down, and all eyes turned to you. You forced a laugh, hoping it sounded natural. "What happened?" you asked, playing coy. "I'm a heavy sleepeer, so I didn't hear anything." But as you sat down at the table, you couldn't help but feel the heat of Spencer's gaze on you from across the room. He had the same devilish smirk on his face that he'd worn the night before, and your stomach flipped at the memory of his hands on your body, his teeth on your skin.

As the day progressed, the tension between you and Spencer grew more palpable. You couldn't read his intentions, couldn't tell if he was going to reveal your secret or if he was just biding his time. The case was demanding, the murders more gruesome than any you'd seen before, but all you could think about was the way he had made you feel. Used. Wanted. Terrified. Exhilarated. The line between love and obsession was blurring, and you weren't sure which side you were on anymore.

That evening, as the team gathered in the makeshift war room of the local precinct, you found yourself avoiding Spencer's gaze. But every time you did glance his way, you saw the challenge in his eyes, the promise of more to come. And despite the fear that coiled in your belly, you felt yourself responding, your body betraying you once again. You knew you had to find a way to navigate this new dynamic, to keep your secrets buried deep, because if the BAU found out, it would be the end of everything. But as you sat there, surrounded by your colleagues, all you could think about was when you would be alone with Spencer again, and what he would do to you next.

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reidluvs · 1 year ago

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Wanna say that again?

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing= spencer reid x bau!reader

𓆩♡𓆪wc= 1.7k

𓆩♡𓆪cw= dom!spencer, bau!reader, overtimulation, degrading, piv, hand kink, slight breatheplay.

You were the new kid at the BAU. While you were the youngest and most afraid, you were still almost the smartest one there.

Almost...

Of course, Spencer Reid made it his mission to belittle you every time you happened to unfortunately be near him. Constantly comparing your college degrees, and asking you questions that he knew you couldn't answer. You hated the sly smirk that would appear on his face every time your face flushed red as you left another one of his ridiculous questions unanswered, and you hated even more how the entire team seemed to think it was a little joke between the two of you. He was arrogant. Cocky. Completely self-absorbed. And you didn’t want anything to do with him.

Once during a case, you and Spencer were put on the task of solving the geographical profile together. You knew it would be a nightmare, but Hotch insisted that all members of the team need to be able to work together, so you unwillingly walked towards Spencer to begin to help work out the profile. The second he sees the anger on your face, he comments in his condescending smartass voice.

“What's wrong Y/n? Scared you won't be able to follow along with what I’m doing? Don’t worry, you just sit there and look pretty and I’ll solve the case, after all, that is at least one thing you’re good at.” The anger that you felt in your body began to mix with confusion as he made that last comment. Was Spencer Reid calling you pretty? You didn’t care, because you knew from then on it was your mission to prove that you could keep up with him.

One day after a particularly gruesome case, the entire team went out for drinks. You had grown very close to Emily, so as you saw her walk in the bar you hyped each other up immediately. You knew you looked good, and it felt good to finally be able to drink and dance and not think about the annoying man at work that you had to deal with every day. Spencer didn’t come to these events, he believed they were a waste of his time and he could be “doing better things,” and it didn’t bother you one bit, as you drank more and began to dance with Emily on the floor.

After hours of drinking and dancing, you and the other BAU girls were all sitting at a table just talking, and Spencer happened to be brought up. You began ranting about all the things he does to you that makes your blood boil. The conversation lasted way longer than it felt, you listing everything about him that you couldn’t stand.

“He always makes me feel so inferior to him, and he tells me to just sit there and “look pretty” while he actually does the work. It’s just so unfair, I’m just as smart as him.” As you finish your sentence in an aggravated huff, you look up and see Spencer standing right next to your table. You aren’t sure when he got there, but he stood in a black suit jacket with a dark red buttoned shirt under it, a few too many buttons undone. Something about this lighting made you realize features about him that you had never taken note of before. His growing shaggy hair, his piercing eyes, and his hands. You had never noticed his hands before, but you made a mental note to start doing so.

“Spencer… How much of that did you hear?” You asked nervously, impatiently waiting for his reply. Suddenly everything you said began to run through your mind.

“Enough.” He replied in a stern tone and you felt a shiver go down your spine. “Can you come with me please Y/n?” He asked in the same even tone, and even though your brain was saying no, your body disobeyed and followed his order. You stood up from the booth, pulling down the short dress that you were wearing to try and cover more of your body. You felt exposed as Spencer grabbed your arm and took you out of the bar. As he opened the door of his car and guided you into the passenger seat, you questioned what was going to happen, but you couldn’t deny that you were excited about whatever he was going to do to you.

The car ride home was silent, Spencer's hands gripping the steering wheel tight while the silence filled the air, and you began to feel more antsy as time went on. You started to shift around in your seat, crossing your legs to try and ease the growing feeling in your core, but to no avail. When you finally made it back to what seemed like Spencer's apartment, he opened the door and pulled you out of the car.

Once you made it to Spencer's room, he finally began to speak again.

“So you’re telling the team about me now huh?” His voice mockingly questions you.

“Spencer I didn’t know you were there, I’m sorry, I was just angry and was trying to get some stuff off my plate”, you tried to defend, but the look on his face never lightened during your sentence.

“I want you to prove it” He states, no context to the sentence he just uttered.

“Prove what?”

“Prove that you can keep up with me.” He begins to walk closer to you. “I’m going to fuck you senseless until you understand that you will never be able to compete with me.” He ends his sentence and dives towards your face, landing his lips on yours for a kiss.

The kiss is far from sweet, with possessiveness and dominance oozing from his lips alone. You whimper into his mouth at the sudden contact, and he uses that as an opportunity to stick his tongue down your throat, exploring your mouth with his.

He breaks from the kiss and leads you to his bedroom, stripping you of your clothes so you’re only left in your underwear by the time you make it to his room. He throws you on the bed and continues what you were doing in the living room, his lips slowly traveling down to the base of your neck while his hand also slides up your body as he gently places it at the base of your throat. Your breath hitches, something that Spencer takes to note but doesn’t address right away.

“I thought you hated me Spencer,” you breathe out as he continues the work on your neck.

“I hated that you were almost as smart as me” He replies, words vibrating through your throat. You realize that Spencer always beloved you were smart, but he was just too embarrassed to admit it.

Spencer finally moves his hand to where you really want it, beginning to rub you through your underwear. You begin to whimper and squirm under his touch, and he chuckles at your reacting as he continues and holds you down by applying more pressure to your neck with his other hand, which makes you writhe even more under him.

Without warning, Spencer slides your underwear to the side, and slips a finger into you with ease. He works you open as you begin to get closer to the edge, whining and begging him to continue.

“Oh my god Spencer right there, please don't stop.” Your sentences falling out of your mouth in a string of moans, and much to your dismay, your begging causes him to still inside of you. He takes his fingers out as you clench around nothing, and he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks your arousal off of his fingers, and makes intense eye contact with you the whole time

“Do you think you’re ready for my cock baby?” His question is mixed with a simple statement, as he begins to unzip his pants and pull his cock out of its constraints. You had never thought about Spencer having a big dick, but then again you’ve never thought about him “fucking you senseless”, so you’ve been wrong in the past. Spencer pulls down your panties, and begins to tease his cock in your hole.

“Please Spencer. Please fuck me hard! I need you inside of me.” You beg, doing anything to have Spencer fuck you right in this moment.

“You’re gonna regret asking for that,” he explains, suddenly slamming into you. You’ve never had sex with someone as big as Spencer before, and the feeling is unlike anything else you’ve ever experienced before. His pace is relentless, leaning down into your ear to degrade you as he fucks into you, ignoring your protests as he deepens even more inside you.

“You begged for me to fuck you, so now you take it like a good girl,” he panted, his words instantly adding to the feeling in your core, which is rapidly increasing. You mutter out a weak “Yes sir,’ to which you feel his cock stutter inside you.

You can feel yourself reaching an orgasm, screaming out for Spencer to allow you to come

“Spencer, yes! Right there oh my god I’m gonna cum keep going please! Please let me cum Spencer!” You begin to scream as you rock against him, and luckily he continues at the same pace and allows your orgasm. You feel the familiar warmth as you finally reach your climax, body falling even farther into the bed.

As you try to come down from your high, you realize that Spencer id keeping up his relentless pace inside of you, showing no mercy to your overstimulated clit. You begin to feel immense pleasure mixed with slight pain, but no matter what you do or say, Spencer is continuing his slamming inside of your cunt.

“I told you that you would never be able to keep up with me, and I’m proving that right now, aren’t I Y/n?” His question is one that needs no answer, as you know you can’t lose his stupid arrogant battle. You continue to take his large cock inside of you as you feel yourself reach a second orgasm, but again he doesn't stop. He dumps his cum inside of you and continues like your just his sex toy, a mix of his and your cum dripping down your legs.

As you reach your third orgasm, you hope that Spencer is as tired as you and might stop soon, but the second he opens his mouth again you know unfortunately not the truth

“God I could just fuck you forever. How many orgasms until you give up? 5? 12? Are you gonna pass out from being fucked so much? It’s really up to you Y/n, cause I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.” You realize that you must admit defeat, because this is a relentless battle that you’ll unfortunately never win.

“Ok Spencer, I admit it. I can’t keep up with you.” You say as calmly as you can, overstimulation overwhelming you.

“My slut finally admits defeat, I knew you would eventually baby.” He flaunts as he pulls out of you, cum leaking all over both of your bodies and he falls on top of you. He kisses you softly and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and then he runs you a warm bath.

As he washes your hair and you think that being fucked by your hot co-worker couldn’t get any better, the thing he says next has you almost ready for round 2.

“Next time, we should see how many orgasms I can give you until you’ve passed out on my dick.” He whispers somehow sweetly in your ear, his words in complete contrast with his voice.

Yeah, this whole co-worker thing is gonna work out.

THANK U FOR READING!!! lemme know if u want a part 2 at some point with one Spencer said at the end 🤗🤗

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