11. bom bidi bom

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆.• suspension • spanking/whipping • degradation • praise kink • light face-slapping

"Ow— shit."

Spencer wriggled in your grasp, hissing as you poured disinfectant onto his bruised and bloodied knuckle, showing him no mercy as you grabbed a cotton ball, wiping away the dried blood caked onto his skin. He winced beside your ear, his fingers curling in agony as he looked over at you. "Do you have to be so harsh?"

"Please. It's a little disinfectant. Don't be such a bitch baby," you grumbled in response, grabbing a fresh cotton ball from the bag as you ruthlessly cleaned the cut, a scowl tugging on your lips as you worked.

"Why are you so mad at me?" Spencer asked as you peeled open a bandaid, bending down to throw the trash away. "You haven't said anything since we left the bar. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh, you most certainly did do something very wrong," you scoffed, smoothing the bandage over his skin.

"What— punch the guy? What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong is that it was stupid!" You cried, looking at him.

Spencer looked at you, furrowing his brows. "Standing up for you? That- That's what you call stupid? (Y/N), that guy was fucking groping you. What else did you expect me to do?"

"Maybe remember that you're a FBI agent first and then reconsider punching a guy in the fucking face in front of your fucking team," you replied, crossing your arms. "I'm not saying the guy didn't deserve it— but seriously? What if his brother had asked for your name? What if he had decided to press charges? What if the team did see you and they tell Hotch? I mean— what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that someone I care very deeply about was being violated by a guy who had no fucking clue what he was doing and I decided to step in!" Spencer shouted.

"Yeah, you stepped in all right," you scoffed.

Spencer hooked his finger beneath the collar around your neck and pulled you towards him, darkness flooding his eyes. "What does wearing this mean?"

"That I'm yours," you mocked, rolling your eyes.

Spencer's hand came down on your cheek lightly, glaring at you. "Don't you ever roll your eyes at me again," he growled. "No one gets to touch you, is that understood? If I ever see someone touch you like that again, I won't hesitate to have the same reaction."

"You're just saying that because I'm your 'play thing.'"

Spencer pulled himself away from the bathroom counter, looking at you. "It doesn't matter that you're my sub, (Y/N)," he told you. "I am always and I mean always going to protect you first, or anyone on the team, because that is my job."

"Well, I can handle myself."

"Clearly not! This is the second time that I've had to come and save you!"

"I didn't ask for that!" You cried.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Next time I guess I'll just leave you to fend for yourself if that's what you really want. Maybe one day when your body shows up in a ditch and all your organs have been cut out, I'll blame myself, but then I'll look back on this conversation and say— oh, yeah. That's right. It's not my fault. Because she couldn't handle the fact that someone just wanted to look out for her."

"Okay, now that's a bit extreme," you scoffed.

"But that's what you're saying!" He cried. "Don't you remember Ralph Prichard from a couple cases ago? That is exactly what he wanted to do to you! And who knows— maybe he would've gotten away with it if I hadn't stepped in. I'm just trying to look out for you, (Y/N). What's wrong with that?"

"I just... I don't want something bad to happen to you because you were just trying to look out for me," you admitted, biting your lip. "I- I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened and it was all my fault. I just... I don't want this to end yet. What we've been doing— I like it and I don't want it to stop. And I-"

Spencer cut you off by pulling you into him, crashing his lips into yours as he moved his hands to your hips, pushing you back into the bedroom. His lips moved with yours, passion and anger burning through like a raging wildfire as Spencer guided you to a specific spot in the bedroom, his hands snaking down to your waist and giving your ass a harsh slap, a moan rushing past your lips.

He pulled away, moving behind you as he grasped the zipper of your dress, pulling it down. Kicking your heels off, you reached up to pull your dress down until Spencer's hand came down on your ass again, a gasp leaving you. "No," he snapped, his nails digging into your skin. "Stay fucking still."

He moved in a circle around you, yanking your dress down, his fingers hooking around the clasp of your bra and pulling it loose before he moved his hands over your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your nipples. Twisting your hands behind your back, you whimpered at his touch, your skin igniting beneath his fingertips.

"If I remember correctly," he rasped, his voice deep as he dropped your clothes on the floor, his fingers slipping into the waistband of your panties, "I told you I had something special planned for you tonight."

He brought his head down to your breasts, his tongue swirling over your nipple before taking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing the hardened peak. Moaning, you leaned into his touch, reaching out to touch his hair until he abruptly pulled away from you. "No," he said, glaring at you. "What did I just say?"

Spencer walked into his closet, coming back a few moments later with a pair of cuffs, your eyes widening as he harshly grabbed your wrists, cuffing them. Your heart raced inside your chest as he pulled your wrists over your head, attaching them to a hook on the ceiling, your breath hitching in your throat as Spencer pulled back, his eyes raking down your figure.

Sticking your chin out at him, you pulled at the suspension cuffs keeping your hands locked above your head, smirking at him as you asked, "Are you just gonna stand there?"

Spencer glared at you, disappearing into his closet and grabbing a wand-like instrument, the tip made out of black leather. He walked around you, dragging the whip across your body, the bulge in his pants growing. "I want to fuck you so hard," he growled, bringing the whip down on your ass, a gasp leaving you as the sound reverberated around the room, "that you scream so loud, you won't be able to use that bratty little mouth of yours anymore."

He moved in front of you, dragging the whip across your cheek, hooking it beneath your chin and forcing your head up, an indignant fire raging in his eyes. "I have never dealt with someone who is just as much of a bratty little slut as you."

"Don't act like you don't love it," you smirked, gasping as he brought the whip down on your hip, heat rushing to the patch of skin.

He dragged the whip across your body, moving behind you as he brought his head between your shackled arms, bringing his lips down to your neck. He kissed your skin before sucking on it, a whine rolling past your lips as he brought the whip across your stomach, you whimpering, "Fuck."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Spencer asked, pulling his head away. You didn't say anything, pulling at the cuffs keeping you restrained to the ceiling as you pushed your legs together, needing something to relieve the growing friction building between your hips.

"Hmm," Spencer chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. "That's what I thought."

He reconnected his lips with your neck, sucking at your skin as he moved his hands in front of you, his fingers pulling on your nipples. The outlandish, fuzzy-like feeling of the blood draining from your hands took its place, your head falling forward and whimpering as Spencer took your nipples between his fingers, pulling. His teeth grazed your neck, flicking his tongue out over your skin as he palmed your breasts, a whine rushing past your lips, the feeling shooting straight to your core.

Spencer pulled away, peppering your skin with soft kisses before he moved his head to the other side of your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. He dragged the whip down your body, striking the tops of your thighs and you jolted in his arms, crying out as his other arm moved to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly.

"What part of don't fucking move don't you understand?" Spencer asked. He moved the whip between your legs, striking your inner thigh, a gasp leaving you as you voluntarily spread your legs, grinding your hips into his. Spencer moved to stand in front of you, a smirk forming on his lips. "Does this excite you?" He asked, moving the leather over your breasts, your skin tingling at its touch.

He leaned into you, a whimper rushing past your lips as he pressed the hardened bulge in his pants against your thigh, bringing his lips beside your ear. "Does me," he whispered, his voice sending chills racing down your spine, "whipping you turn you on?"

"Fuck," you whined.

Spencer wrapped his arm around your back, bringing the leather whip down on your ass as your body squirmed in his arms, squeezing your eyes shut. "Answer me," he whispered. "Does me whipping you turn you on, darling?"

"Yes," you gasped, your lips parting as you moaned, heat resonating throughout your body from the harsh sensation of the whip, your arms growing tired from being suspended in the air.

"Louder."

Spencer pulled away, moving behind you as he brought the whip across your back, the sound cracking through the air as a loud groan rolled off your tongue. "Yes," you whined.

"I'm sorry— what was that?"

"Fuck— yes!" You just about screamed, your pussy clenching around nothing as Spencer laughed harshly at your words, hearing the whip drop to the floor behind you. Spencer reached up, pulling the cuffs off the hook, dragging you by the chain over to the bed, pushing you down, his hands working urgently to unbuckle his belt. He pushed his pants and boxers down halfway before climbing onto the bed in front of you, positioning his dick at your wet entrance.

He pushed into you, a guttural groan leaving you as you pulled at the handcuffs binding your hands, Spencer's mouth agape as he filled you, a grunt slipping past his lips. His hands pinned yours above your head as he pulled out of you before snapping his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you as you pushed your head into the mattress, a loud cry bursting from your chest.

Spencer swiped his thumb over your nipple as he pounded into you, the knot beginning to form in your stomach. "Fuck," he groaned, his head falling forward. "I almost forgot how good you feel, darling."

He brought his head down to your chest, his tongue swirling over your nipple as he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in time with each thrust forward, going in deeper each time. Spencer's thumb applied pressure to your clit, moving it in circles and you groaned, dragging your nails down his back, leaving red lacerations in your wake. Spencer's teeth grazed your nipple, groaning against your skin, a moan ripped from the back of your throat as he slammed into your g-shot, your eyes falling shut.

Spencer pulled his head away, sitting on his knees as he pulled your legs up over his head, hooking your ankles behind his neck as he wrapped an arm around your legs, holding you up as his other hand continued its movements on your clit, slamming down into you, a loud groan leaving him as a sheen of sweat formed on his brow, thrusting deep into you.

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of release as he thrusted against your g-shot continuously, moans being ripped from the back of your throat as he held your legs up over his head, allowing himself deeper inside you. Your stomach bulged with each thrust forward, a loud whimper leaving you at the sight, your pussy clenching around Spencer's dick as you made your descent into blinding release, fighting against the cuffs around your wrists.

"Come for me," Spencer groaned to you, his thrusts faltering as his dick twitched inside you, your legs shaking in his grasp. "Be a good girl and come for me."

You cried out, your entire body shaking in Spencer's arms as you came, your inner walls contracting around him, a loud moan emitting from Spencer's lips. His mouth fell open as his dick throbbed inside you, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. "Fuck— that's a good girl. Come on my dick," he moaned, dropping your legs as he placed his hands at either side of your head, continuing to thrust into you.

"Who makes you feel like this?" He asked, his voice strained as he pushed himself deep inside you, his breath catching in his throat.

"Y- You do. Spencer, pl- please," you whined.

"Louder."

"Y- You! You do! F- Fuck!"

Spencer groaned deeply, his hands moving to grab your hips as he bottomed out inside you, holding himself there as his cum shot inside you, his dick throbbing. He fell forward, groaning as he buried his face in your neck and kissed it as you both came down from your orgasms, the room filled with the sounds of your rasps and pants.

Spencer pulled his head away, smiling down at you as he pushed a hand through your hair, asking, "You okay?"

You nodded, panting as he unlocked the cuffs around your wrists, smiling up at him. He pulled out of you, standing from the bed and pulling his pants and boxers back on before disappearing into the bathroom. You heard the sound of water running as you sat up on the bed, the familiar ache settling in between your thighs. Spencer walked back over to you, grabbing you by the hand as he whispered, "Come on," and pulled you into the bathroom.

He sat on the edge of the tub as you slid into the bath, the cool water sloshing around you, relaxing your burning skin as you leaned back, sighing. "That should help with the whip burns," Spencer replied, moving to his knees as he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you gently around. He moved his thumbs over your shoulder blades, your lips parting and your eyes falling shut as he rolled the knots out of your back. You leaned your head back against his chest, a soft laugh coming from him as he asked, "Does that feel good?"

"Amazing," you sighed, smiling up at him. He smiled back at you, his thumbs massaging your skin, the feeling of his hands on your back and the soapy water relaxing your sore muscles.

"Spencer?" You asked, looking at him.

"Yeah?"

"I'm, uh... I'm really sorry that I yelled at you," you said, blushing. "I- I really am grateful for what you did. I just... Thank you."

Spencer smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I make no apologies for punching that asshole," he said, laughing softly, and you smiled at him. "But I am sorry for yelling at you too. Just... I want you to be safe. Okay?"

"Okay," you replied, nodding your head as you leaned back in the tub, letting Spencer's hands move over your body as he washed you. You relaxed at his touch, pushing every thought that wasn't about Spencer to the back of your mind. Tonight, you wanted it to be just you and Spencer— no one else.

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𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.PLEASEE the chapter title is so STUPID but that's the name of the song AHAHA— on another note, i wanted to apologize for not updating as frequently, school's kicking my butt right now. please be patient with me though, i got like ten comments demanding for this update fjskdhdj