6. do it for me

𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑇𝑂𝑈𝑇.@SkylarWitch13 for telling me about the song ^^

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺.• hair pulling

"Spencer, don't be such a pussy."

"I'm not. I'm being honest," he said, pausing to take a bite from his Chinese takeout, looking at you, a heavy, reluctant sigh rolling past his lips. "It's just not something I've ever wanted to do before."

"But, I mean, you had to have been a submissive at some point, right?" You asked, turning your laptop away from him as you discreetly added the strap-on to your cart. "No offense or anything, but I find it hard to believe that you just woke up one morning, decided you wanted to give BDSM a try, and jumped right into being a dom."

His lack of a response was your answer.

"See," you giggled, closing your laptop as you flipped over on your back, laying flat on the bed. "I'm right. Come on, please? I wanna try it. Can't we at least just try it? I've been willing to try everything that you're into. How come we can't do something that I wanna do?"

"You've haven't even told me what kind of stuff you wanna do besides the strap-on which, for the record, will not be getting anywhere near me, in case that's what you were wondering."

"You're just saying that because you're worried you might end up actually liking it and then the roles would be reversed. I mean, personally, I wouldn't mind it. I would be thrilled to make Spencer Reid into my bitch," you laughed, prodding his knee teasingly with your finger, giggling when he pushed your hand away, glaring at you.

"Pegging is an absolute no," he said to you, placing the carton of leftover Chinese takeout on his nightstand before he looked over at you, crossing his arms.

"Pegging is an absolute yes. Come on, Reid! Here, I'll make you a deal," you told him. "If you let me buy the strap-on, I'll let you buy something for me, and you don't even have to tell me what it is. I'll use it. No complaints whatsoever. It's your choice. Pinky promise."

You held your pinky out to him, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he sighed, holding his pinky out to you. "I promise to at least think about it," he said.

"Works for me," you laughed, curling your smaller pinky around his larger one, knowing that no matter what he said, you were going to find a way to get him to agree to let you peg him.

"Seriously, though. We should talk about this. What sorts of things would you be interested in trying?" Spencer asked, fumbling with his hands in his lap. "You never really told me."

You pursed your lips together, thinking. "Well... I liked being tied up," you said, looking at him. "The blindfold was fun. Can we talk about the stimulator, though? You cleaned that shit before you put it on me, right?"

"Of course I didn't," he replied, throwing a sarcastic smirk your way as you stuck your tongue out at him, batting your hand against his knee.

"Hmm... I've always found the concept of fear play interesting. Edging was cruel, and I know you did that on purpose because you overheard my conversation with Morgan and the girls that night," you said, narrowing your eyelids skeptically at him. Reid grinned at you, a small laugh leaving his lips as you continued, "I wouldn't mind giving the whole 'ordering around' thing a try. Like when you tell me what to do and what to wear when we're out in public. But, seeing as how I'm such a bratty little fucking slut," you paused, throwing a smirk Spencer's way as you repeated his words back to him, seeing him roll his eyes at you, smiling at you, "if I just, well... happened to deviate a little from what you tell me to do, I just want you to know ahead of time— I'm not sorry."

"You really do enjoy getting punished, don't you?"

"I just like seeing how you react when I disobey," you giggled. "Question— so I'm not allowed to sleep with anyone else while we're doing this, am I?"

"Do you want to?" He asked, eyeing you curiously.

"No," you replied, looking at Spencer, catching his gaze. "I just thought I'd ask."

You couldn't help but notice the small, relieved smile that flashed across his face for a moment before he nodded at you, saying, "Good. I won't either."

You smiled at him, nodding your head in consensus, deciding against asking him the other question that you had blaring at you in your mind.

What happens when we both decide that we're done?

Is it just that? We say we're done and keep going about our business like none of this ever happened?

You inwardly shook your head, pushing the thought to the back of your mind as you sat up on the bed, crawling over to the nightstand and grabbing the leftover Chinese.

The team had finished the case in Atlanta the day before, the unsub turning out to actually be a woman with severe brain damage. Spencer had texted you earlier that morning, asking if you had plans for the day, and when you told him no, he asked if you wanted to come over.

You twirled the noodles around your fork, pushing them in your mouth and swallowing them down before you looked over at Reid, asking, "So are we doing anything today?"

"Do you want to?"

"I mean— always," you laughed, pushing the noodles in the carton around with your fork. You looked down at them, a wicked smile creeping across your lips as you asked, "Hey, wanna eat noodles off my body?"

Spencer looked at you, surprised. "What?"

"Or I can eat them off you. Oh, whoops!"

You flicked your fork, sending noodles onto Spencer's lap, giggling as you watched them land beside his crotch, seeing him tense as he looked down at his lap, his eyes widening. Setting the carton on the nightstand, you moved to your hands and knees, crawling over to Spencer as you smirked at him, saying, "Let me help."

"(Y/N)," he warned, his tone admonishing as he watched you place a hand over his upper thigh, leaning down to eat the noodles off his lap, palming the growing bulge in his pants as you chewed, hearing him grunt softly.

"Spencer," you whispered back, your voice low and full of desire as you pulled away from him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him, smirking. "Your submissive is showing."

His hand immediately went to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he pulled your head back, a strangled groan leaving you. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you, pulling your hair taut as he rumbled to you, "Then hurry up already."

He let go of your hair, a wild grin overtaking your lips as your hands quickly went to his belt, pulling the buckle loose. "Yes, sir," you giggled, moving your hand over his clothed dick, rubbing your fingers over the tip through his boxers as Spencer's mouth fell open, a soft whine rolling past his lips as you slipped your fingers into his boxers, pulling on the waistband.

You let it snap against his skin, an automatic groan leaving Spencer as his hand went to your throat, not applying any pressure as he pushed his finger against your jawline, forcing your head up to look at him. "I will allow the brattiness," he said to you, his voice dripping with fervor, "but not the teasing. Hurry up and do your job already."

"I'm very sorry, Dr. Reid," you giggled, yanking his boxers down, his hard dick hitting against his stomach. "It won't happen again."

You leaned down, placing your hands on his lean thighs as you dragged your tongue from the base of his dick to its head, Spencer groaning loudly as his hand found your hair, pulling it gently.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Fuck," you heard him whimper as you pulled your head away, eyeing your phone sitting on the dresser. Groaning, you grabbed it, seeing it was Hotch who was calling you.

"Hey, Hotch," you answered, holding the phone to your ear as you watched Spencer tuck his dick away and zip up his pants, an assorted look of annoyance and misery stretching across his face. You smiled, holding in a giggle as he looked over at you, an exasperated sigh rushing past his lips.

"Hey, an urgent case just came in," you heard Hotch say to you. "How soon do you think you could be at the BAU to review?"

"I can be there in the next fifteen minutes. Oh, hey, Hotch?" You paused, grinning maliciously to yourself before you said, "I was just with Reid actually."

You heard Spencer's breath catch in his throat, his eyes shooting wide open as he glared at you, his jaw hanging open.

"Yeah, he was taking me to one of those stupid Russian film festivals that he loves so much," you said, laughing as you watched Reid fall back on the bed, letting out a loud, dramatic sigh of relief. "Do you want him to come too?"

"That'd be great. See you soon."

With that, you hung up, setting your phone on the bed as you looked over at Spencer, laughing gleefully. "I swear to god, (Y/N)," he rasped to you, his voice strained as he spoke. "If we didn't have to get to the BAU right now, I would take you over my knee and give you five strikes just for that."

"Ooh," you teased him. "Sounds like fun." You bit down on your lip, noticing the visible tent in his pants, and you giggled, motioning to it. "You planning on doing something about that?"

"Well, I would tell you to finish what you started if you didn't say that we'd be there in fifteen fucking minutes," Spencer groaned, standing from the bed, "so I guess not." He went into his closet to change into different pants, the ones he had on stained from the noodles you'd thrown on him.

"Aw, I'm sorry," you giggled, rolling onto your back as you smiled up at the ceiling, enjoying the fulfilling sound of Spencer groaning in his closet as he changed ringing in your ears.

"No, you're not."

"You're right. I'm not."

Once you were both in his car, Spencer pushed his keys into ignition, starting the engine, an agitated groan leaving his throat as he pulled out of the apartment complex. You looked over at him, noticing his brows were furrowed in frustration as he turned down the street, heading in the direction of Quantico. You grinned to yourself, your fingers slipping around your seatbelt as you unbuckled it, Reid immediately looking over at you, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched you lean over the center console, fiddling with his belt.

"Finishing what I started."

"While I'm driving?"

His hands tightened around the steering wheel as you pushed your hand into his boxers, freeing his dick. You heard him groan as you swirled your tongue around his tip, humming contently to yourself as you said, "I thought you said this is what you wanted. I can st-"

"-No. Do it."

The brashness in his voice made you grin, leaning down to drag your tongue from the base of his dick to its head, taking it gradually in your mouth. "Oh, fuck," you heard Spencer whine, you praying that this man had the focus of a fucking dragonfly— as nice as going out while sucking Spencer Reid's dick sounded, you weren't too keen on dying from a fucking car crash today. You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, pumping your hand along him where you couldn't reach with your mouth, flattening your tongue against him as you pushed his dick further into your mouth.

"(Y/N)," he grunted, bucking his hips, pushing himself deeper inside your mouth. He hit the back of your throat, a staggered groan from you vibrating up his dick as you gagged, a high-pitched whine rolling past his lips. "Shit... I need to focus."

"Then focus," you said, pulling your mouth away for a moment as you continued to pump your hand along the base of him, swiping your thumb over his tip, gathering the precum that was there. "It's not that hard."

"I think you're forgetting who's in control here."

"I think you're forgetting how to take control."

You pushed his dick into your mouth, taking him deeper than you had before, swirling your tongue around him as you went. You heard him gasp, thrusting up into your mouth as his grip tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles stark white as he hit the back of your throat, your moan reverberating against his dick, feeling it twitch as you lured him into the sweet abyss of blinding pleasure.

Moving your lips along him, you heard him groan, one hand pulling at your hair as it pushed your head down, his dick throbbing in your mouth as he chased release, like clay in a potter's hands to you. You felt the car jolt to a stop before Spencer gasped, wrapping his hand around your hair, holding your head down as he quickly came inside your mouth, you hallowing your cheeks and swallowing as he leaned his head back against the headrest, a string of moans rushing past his lips.

"You are so in for it later," he said, pulling your head away as he tucked his dick back inside his boxers, zipping his pants up as he glared at you.

"You're welcome," you giggled, swiping your tongue over your top and bottom lips, smirking at Spencer as he watched you, an ominous fire raging in his eyes.

His hand moved to your face, cupping your cheek as he ran his thumb over your lips, saying to you, "You are such a brat."

"Thank you for the reminder," you replied, swirling your tongue around his thumb, taking it into your mouth and sucking on it lightly, Spencer's lips parting slightly as you pulled your head back, grinning at him.

"We're gonna be late," he said to you, pulling his hand away as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "But this is far from over."

"What should I tell the team if they ask me how the Russian film festival went?" You asked, grinning. "That it was tasteful? Dictating? Mind-blowing?"

"I fucking hate you," you heard him grumble under his breath, watching him as he climbed out of the car and shut the door behind him before he walked around to your side, opening the door for you, letting you hop out before he slammed it shut, glaring at you.

"Nah," you giggled. "I'm pretty sure you lo-"

"-(Y/N)? Reid?"

You both turned around to see that Garcia was standing there, watching you, a mischievous smirk pulling on her lips as your eyes widened, balling your hands into fists as you whispered, "Fuck."

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𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.CRYING IN DA CLUB OVER "MOONLIGHT" BY FUTURE ISLANDS IYKYK

^^ THAT'S ALL. enjoy the cliffhanger ;))