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'𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.'

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

after reid mentioned he'd been to a kink club for an investigation, you just couldn't stop your curiosity and decided to look into it. when he comes home and finds you with your research, he decided that the best way to learn about something is to experience it yourself...

wc: 2.6k

content & tw: smut, literally all of this is just smut, dom!reid, sub!reader, kink, crawling, degrading, spanking, face smacking, spit, head pushing, restricting movements, name calling (whore, slut), unprotected piv (stay safe out there), let me know if i missed any!!

a/n: this is not proofread!!! and also i take requests!! please send them via my asks :))

it was late already, and you hadn't expected spencer to come home today. he had texted you that he was going to new york this morning, and you hadn't heard a lot from him since. you missed him, of course, but this was his job, and it only made the time you did spend with him more special.

it had been a week since spencer had come home, slightly flustered when you asked him about his day. he had told you he had to go to a kink club for an investigation, and morgan teased him the entire afternoon, but there was a certain excitement in his eyes as he talked about it. when you asked him about it, he had kissed your forehead and said, 'oh, nevermind, baby. you're far too much of a good girl for all of that stuff.'

his dismissal only interested you more, and you knew damn well that he knew that, so when you figured you had the evening to yourself, you got out a nice glass of red wine and your laptop and decided to do some research. you didn't know what you expected to find, but you definitely didn't expect it to intrigue you as much as it did.

when you came back to the living room after a quick bathroom break, you nearly had a heart attack as you spotted spencer on the couch, your glass of wine in his hand and his eyes fixed on your laptop. 'jesus, spencer! i didn't think you'd come home tonight,' you said, but he didn't even look your way. when you looked at your laptop screen, you noticed he had found not only your 12 open tabs about different kinks, but also the document in which you had been collecting your thoughts.

'choking, yes. spanking, yes. name calling, yes. degradation, yes in all caps... what an interesting list you've made here, my love,' he said in a dark, soft voice. you felt your cheeks redden quickly. 'you weren't meant to see that,' you said, your usually confident demeanor now reduced to that of a small child in trouble.

'oh, but this teaches me so much about you,' spencer said, finally turning around to look at you. he looks like it's been a long day for him, his hair is a mess, but his eyes are dark and there is an undeniable hunger in them.

he had only mentioned four things on the list, but with how fast this man reads, you know he had read everything. from how you want to be smacked in the face, spit on, worship him at his feet, be marked by him, orgasm denial and all the other fucked up things you came across that made you wet just imagining it.

'come over here, princess,' he says as he pats his leg. you feel butterflies in your lower stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement. you do as you're told and walk over to him, sitting down on his lap. he tilts his head up to look at you, one arm holding you at your back, his other hand resting on your thigh, exposed underneath your pyjama shorts. the skin-to-skin contact sending an instant shiver down your spine.

'so, you want to try those things out? do you baby?' spencer asks, his hand tracing circles on your thigh. you nod at him, your curiosity spiked at the sight of this new side of him.

he digs his fingers into your thigh, making you jump. 'use your words, darling. i need to hear you say it,' spencer says, releasing his grip on your thigh. 'so, let me ask you again. you want to try those things?'

'yes, sir,' you reply, the corners of his mouth lifting at the way you address him. 'good girl...' he says, 'you'd like me to be rough with you? hmm?' his hand trails up your body, from your thigh, via your stomach, up to your chest, slowly higher and higher.

'yes, sir. i'd like that very much,' you say, your body reacting to every soft touch of his hand on your skin. he moves the hand supporting you to the back of your neck and closes the distance between your faces. you can feel his breath on your skin, and your heart beats so loud you're afraid he might hear it.

'yeah? you wanna be treated like a little whore? a dirty cumslut, only for my pleasure? all for me to use?' he says, every husky word, the deep vibrations of his voice, sending tingles straight to your stomach.

you nod before quickly correcting yourself. 'yes, sir,' you say, and before you know it, his hand has moved from your chest to your throat, cutting of your airways. 'awh, baby. i'm not sure if you can take it...' spencer says in a teasing voice.

'i- i ca-' you try to speak, but the lack of breath makes it awfully difficult. his hand only tightens, 'speak!' he says in a booming voice. with all your might and determination, you manage to get the words out. 'i can take it, sir,' you say, your voice choked off and hoarse, but the second the words leave your lips, his hand releases.

'such an obedient little slut... let's see what else you can do,' spencer says as he puts you down on the floor and stands up. when you move to get on your feet, he puts his hand on the top of your head and tsks. 'you don't get to walk, pet. crawl,' he demands. he turns around and walks to the bedroom. you do as your told, crawling after him on hands and knees, but his long strides are far faster than you.

by the time you make it to the bedroom, he is sat on the edge of the bed, lazily leaned back on his elbows, top buttons of his blouse undone, his jeans and black boots still on. you look him dead in the eye as you crawl to him, sitting down on the floor with your hands on your knees when you reach him. he reaches down and puts his hand on your cheek, stroking your cheek lovingly. 'what a beautiful sight... my obedient whore, all i have to do is ask, right?'

you nod again, and before you can correct yourself with words, the hand so lovingly caressing your cheek leaves and comes back, smacking your cheek. you're slightly taken aback, but quickly move your head back to look him in the eye. 'yes, sir. i'm all yours,' you say confidently.

he lets out a satisfied hum, putting his hand back on your cheek and putting his thumb on your lower lip. 'open,' he commands, and you do as you're told. he presses his thumb into your mouth, sliding it over your tongue. 'wider, wider...' he tells you as he presses the digit further into the back of your mouth. you gag, but don't pull back, making him smirk. 'good girl... you like having that big mouth of yours filled, don't you?' he asks. 'yes, sir,' you try to say, his thumb in your mouth making it slightly difficult.

'good... then i think it's time to use my little slut for what she's useful for. my pleasure,' he says, undoing his belt and jeans with one hand, the other one still keeping your mouth occupied. when he frees his already rock hard cock from your his underwear, he pulls you towards it by your cheek.

he removes his finger from your mouth and you greedily want to immediately put your mouth on him, but he moves his hand to the back of your head, grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back, making you look up at him. 'if at any point you can't take it anymore, you tap anywhere twice and we stop immediately, got it?' he asks, a sudden seriousness in his expression.

'i got it, sir, but i promise i can take it,' you say with a sly smile. he raises one eyebrow and says 'we'll see about that,' before wasting no time, using the hold he has on your hair to push your head down, pushing his cock deep into your throat. you gag, tears filling your eyes and drool falling down the sides of your mouth.

spencer groans loudly, 'still sure you can take it?' he asks. you're not sure how to respond, not able to speak, coughing softly at the feeling of his tip touching the back of your throat.

'not tapping out yet? good, i'm just getting started, princess,' he says before pulling your head up by your hair and down again. the aggression makes you wetter than you've ever been before. not having to think about what you have to do, how you have to move, it's almost freeing in a way.

spencer groans loudly as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure, his breathing getting faster and faster, and you take everything he gives you. every tug on your hair and every drop of drool makes you feel almost proud.

'good little slut, fuck, you take it so well,' he says, his voice husky and deep. as his pre-cum coats your tongue, you feel his cock grow harder and harder in your mouth, and when you think he's about to cum, he pulls your hair up and away from him. you take a deep breath, tears in your eyes and spilling from them, your face red.

spencer looks at you with a satisfied grin. 'i love it when my whore works so hard for me,' he says before looking down at his boots, 'but look at the mess you've made...'

you look down to see what he's talking about. several drops of drool have fallen onto his boots, shining trails on the black leather. spencer tightens his grip on your hair, pulling your face upwards. 'i don't like messes,' he says before spitting in your face. you're slightly taken aback, but love it more than you feel like you should.

'i'm sorry, sir,' you say, puppy dog eyes looking up at him. 'well, sorry doesn't fix anything, does it now, slut? clean it up,' he says as he pushes your head down towards his boots, releasing your hair. you catch yourself on your hands, and remember the 'boot worship' on the list.

determined to be a good girl, you stick out your tongue and lick his boots clean, until every single drop of your spit is gone. spencer moans at the sight. 'fucking hell, that's beautiful,' you hear him say from above you. he leans forward, putting one hand on your ass, the other one between your legs, his fingers slowly moving thru your soaking wet folds.

you let out a soft moan at the contact, making him laugh. 'awh, look at that. my slut is already soaked for me... fuck, it's pathetic how badly you want me,' he says before standing up. you stay in your position, on your knees with your head low to the ground.

you don't dare to look at him, he hasn't told you that you could, but you hear the distinct sound of shoelaces being undone, heavy boots being removed and then clothing hitting the floor.

spencer gets on his knees behind you, lining the head of his cock up with your entrance, but before he moves inside you he bends down towards your face. 'open,' he says, and you follow his command, opening your mouth. he shoves a piece of black fabric, his underwear, into your mouth before grabbing both of your wrists and holding them in place at your lower back.

he teases you for what feels like an eternity, moving the tip of his cock thru your wetness, laughing at your whimpers. 'such a needy whore...' he says before, without any warning, slamming himself balls deep into you. you let out a loud moan, feeling him so deep inside you so suddenly.

'fuck, princess, you're so fucking wet, i could just slide right in... i guess that's what dirty sluts are like, always wet and ready to be used,' he says before settling into a fast and harsh pace. the position you're in causes him to fill you up so deeply, hitting your g-spot with every punishing stroke. you moan loudly around the fabric of his underwear, approaching climax faster than ever before.

as you feel your muscles clench, just seconds away from your orgasm, spencer pulls out of you, a harsh smack of his palm landing on your ass. 'did i say you could cum, slut? i don't remember giving you permission for that,' he says, another smack landing on your skin.

he bends down towards your face, pulling the fabric from your mouth. 'you don't cum unless i say you can cum. unless you beg for my mercy and you barely remember your own name. is that clear, little slut?' he asks you.

'yes, sir. i promise,' you moan. 'good,' he replies, lining himself up with your entrance once more. 'i wanna hear you, princess. tell me how good it feels to be used by me,' he says before returning to the same fast, hard and punishing thrusts.

your body is immediately back in high alert, your orgasm being so close you can almost taste it, but you do everything in your power to keep it at bay.

'fuck, sir. it feels so good... so full,' you whimper underneath spencer, your wrists still in his grip. 'i know, princess, but you wanna obey me right?' he asks, not once straying away from his tempo.

'i do, sir, i really do, but i wanna cum so bad... please, sir, so... so full... so much,' you say, losing control of your words. he wasn't kidding when he said he'd make you forget your own name.

spencers breathing becomes ragged and faster, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic and frenzied. every hit to your g-spot makes you closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, but you do everything you can to obey him.

when you feel spencer growing stiffer behind you, he finally releases you from your torment. 'cum for me, princess, you have my permission,' he says, and it's like a dam breaks inside of you. you moan loudly, and if you weren't so dick-drunk you'd probably worry about the neighbors getting worried.

as your muscles clench around him, spencer spills inside of you, and you take every single drop. after a few more thrusts, he stills, letting out a deep breath. he pulls out of you, and you immediately grieve the loss of full-ness.

he picks you up and kisses your forehead. 'you did so good, princess. so, so good for me,' he says before pulling back the covers from the bed and laying down with you, keeping you close and softly stroking your hair. the switch from dominant and ruthless to kind and caring is sudden, but very welcome.

'so, was that about what you expected?' he asks in between soft kisses on your cheeks, shoulders and collarbones, not once letting you out of his safe and comforting arms.

'even better, sir,' you say teasingly, 'let's do this again sometime.'

spencer smirks before claiming your lips with a soft but passionate kiss. 'that sounds like a great plan, princess.'