18. she

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆.• bondage • spanking • praise kink • hair-pulling

The last thing that Spencer expected to happen the morning that he walked back into the BAU after the week long break spent in Vegas with you, coffee in hand, satchel slung over his shoulder, was for JJ, Morgan, and Garcia to walk over to him, telling him to follow them to the conference room. "Sit," JJ said, motioning to the seat furthest from the TV as Spencer looked at her, furrowing his brows before he took a seat, sipping his coffee.

JJ stood across from him, placing her hands over the dark wood of the table as she started to say, "Here's the thing-"

"-We know you and (Y/N) are dating!" Garcia just about yelled.

"Penelope!" Morgan chided her.

"What?"

"We agreed we were going to lay down the evidence first," JJ said, crossing her arms as she looked over at Garcia, raising a brow at her.

"(Y/N) and I aren't dating," Spencer said, knitting his brows together.

"Don't even lie to us, pretty ricky," Garcia looked at him, narrowing her eyelids at him as she waved the remote in his face, shaking her head. "We have proof— we were just supposed to show it to you before we said anything."

"Before you said anything," Morgan corrected her, shaking his head.

"Exhibit A," JJ began as Garcia pressed a button on the remote in her hand, bringing both Spencer and (Y/N)'s bank records up on the screen.

Spencer's eyes widened as he looked at the screen, placing both his hands on the table. "You went through our bank records!?" He cried.

"It was for a good cause!" Garcia replied.

"As I was saying," JJ paused as she sat on the edge of the table and looked at Spencer, folding her arms over her chest, "the first time Penelope caught you two together, (Y/N) told her that you guys went to a Russian film festival."

"Do you see any Russian film festival tickets on there, Sherlock?" Garcia asked, smirking at him.

"We paid for them in cash," Spencer said to her, shaking his head nonchalantly as he tried to ignore the racing of his heart inside his chest.

"Okay. Say that did happen," Morgan added, crossing his arms. "Doesn't change the fact that you two still went together."

"What's the big deal? (Y/N) and I are friends," Spencer said, a wave of guilt immediately hitting him as soon as the words left his mouth. "I guess if going to a film festival with (Y/N) as my friend means that we're dating, then I can't go anywhere with you guys anymore, otherwise it'll mean that we're 'dating.'"

"Don't get smart with us," JJ huffed. "Let's move on to Exhibit B."

"The case with Ralph Prichard," Garcia began, clicking another button on the remote in her hand, bringing up an image of the unsub from the case a few months ago.

"Okay, hear me out," Spencer said, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms. "You guys would've done the same exact thing! You're just making a big deal out of it because you think the reason I went in to stop the unsub is because (Y/N) and I are together. Your evidence is flawed. Are we done now?"

"Not quite. Let's move to Exhibit C," Morgan said, looking at Garcia. She nodded her head at him before bringing up a snapshot of a plane ticket.

"Okay. Now that's just plain wrong," Spencer said, crossing his arms as he looked at Garcia, glaring at her as soon as he realized it was (Y/N)'s name on the ticket for a flight booked to Las Vegas.

"Technically I didn't go searching through her bank records for it. I saw it sitting on her desk the day before you guys left when I was dropping some files off in her office and took a picture," Garcia explained, raising her hands in defense.

"You're still not giving us an explanation," JJ told him.

"Fine. You wanna know what happened? She went with me to my reunion. All right? She came as my date, but that doesn't mean we're dating. Is that what you wanna hear?" Spencer asked them.

"Okay. We'll take that. But can you explain to us what you guys did for an entire week there, then?" Morgan asked, smirking at him. "Because... I mean— you can't just sit in a hotel all day in Las Vegas. I'm sure you guys went out at some point."

"We didn't do anything but go to dinner a couple times. The only time we really saw each other was at the reunion. She wanted to go to the casino. I went and visited my mom. It's not a big deal, you guys. Stop making it out to be something that it's not," Spencer said.

"Hey, guys."

Spencer jolted upright in his seat as soon as he heard your voice behind him, his cheeks immediately flooding with color. You walked over to him, grinning as you ruffled a hand through his curls, saying, "Good morning, genius."

"Shall I bring to light Exhibit D?" Morgan asked, grinning at Spencer, motioning to his obviously flushed cheeks as Garcia quickly clicked out of the images on the TV before you could see them.

Spencer glared at Morgan, brandishing his middle finger at him as a string of gasps reverberated around the table, Garcia crying, "Spencer!" JJ walked over to him, smacking her hand against the back of his head. He winced, rubbing it as he looked up at her, glaring at her.

"Are we ready to present?" Hotch asked as he came into the room, Rossi on his heels. They sat around the table as Garcia passed you the remote, giving you a wink, and you looked at her, confused.

"We sure are," you replied, moving to stand in front of the team. "University of Montana student Douglas Clark was found this morning next to his car," you began, pressing a button on the remote in your hand, bringing up images from the crime scene, "stabbed at least a dozen times and the killer left us a calling card."

Morgan's eyes flicked to the TV as you pulled up an image of the victim with his cell phone stuffed into his mouth. "That's a distinctive signature," he noted. "Have there been similar murders reported in the area?"

"Thankfully, no," you replied.

"Then why are we being called in?" JJ asked, looking at you.

"Last month, a local shopkeeper was killed in a hit-and-run," you responded. "The driver was a student who's very rich and well connected. His dad got him off with a slap on the wrist."

"Which I imagine didn't sit well with the locals," Rossi said.

"Oh, you could say that," you replied, nodding your head at him. "A random fraternity was firebombed in retaliation."

"And there's concern that the murder might escalate the friction between the student community and the permanent residents," Hotch added.

"Town versus gown. It happens," JJ commented.

"All the way back to the battle of Saint Scholastica Day," Spencer said, grinning around at the team as they each looked at him, confused. You hung your neck, a smile forming on your lips as you listened to him talk. "Oxford University, 1335– citizens attacked students and professors with bows and arrows. Fighting went on for two days and nearly a hundred people were killed."

"You know," Rossi started off, sighing, "it's probably just my easygoing nature, but if I stabbed someone a dozen times, it'd pretty much be out of my system. Why smash a car window?"

"Well, a car killed the shopkeeper. Maybe it's a message," JJ suggested.

"Or just plain anger, and a lot of it," Morgan added.

"Whatever the reason, we have to assume there's more where that came from," Hotch said, looking around at the team. "Wheels up in thirty."

~~~

It had been four days since what happened with Spencer at the aquarium.

Since then, it had been just stolen glances, rose colored cheeks, small laughs of embarrassment here and there. You wondered if you were ever going to talk about what had happened between you two while in Vegas— you had to at some point, right? You couldn't just go on about your business without discussing your feelings for each other.

You hadn't done anything since that night either. It had only been four days, yet, you found yourself missing the scent of his cologne mixed with his sweat, the feel of his body flush with yours, his delicate, featherlight touch on your skin, the way his voice when he whispered sent tingles down your spine.

You shuddered at the thought, looking at yourself in the mirror as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

You needed him.

You'd already been in Montana for one day and JJ had managed to figure out that the unsub was a woman based on the stiletto heel-shaped puncture wounds made in the victim's neck. Hotch had sent you all to the hotel afterwards, telling you to get some rest and to be prepared to hit the ground running in the morning.

Stripping down to your bra and underwear, you pulled a bathrobe on, tying it around your waist. You pulled your hair out of its ponytail, combing your fingers through it before pulling it over your shoulders. You grabbed your keycard from the nightstand, eyeing the choker sitting in your bag. Smiling to yourself, you picked it up, hooking the clasp around your neck before walking to your door, swinging it open and closing it behind you, walking down the hall.

Luckily, Spencer was only a few doors down from you. You walked to his door, knocking on it and waiting patiently for him as you rocked back and forth on your heels, kneading your hands together behind your back. Spencer opened the door moments later, his eyes raking down your figure, lingering on the choker around your neck before meeting your eyes, a smile forming on his lips.

"Good evening, sir," you said, smiling sweetly at him.

"(Y/N)," he chuckled, shaking his head. "What are you doing?"

"Doing, sir? Well... I just wanted to see if you were busy," you smiled, batting your eyelashes innocently at him. "Permission to enter before somebody sees me?"

"You're not actually obeying me for once, are you?" Spencer asked, moving to the side as you walked into the room, a grin stretching across your lips.

"What do you mean?" You asked, looking over at him as you dropped the bathrobe on the floor, Spencer's eyes raking down your body as he closed the door behind him, locking it. "I would never want to disobey you, sir. Never." You grinned at him as he walked over to you, towering over you.

"Never?"

Spencer moved in a circle around you, dragging his hand across your back, his nails digging into your skin. His finger hooked around the collar around your neck, pulling you around to look at him as he leaned down, smirking at you. "Darling," he whispered, bringing his lips beside your ear, "I'm going to have to disagree with you on that one."

His warm breath on your skin sent chills racing down your spine. Pulling away from you, he grabbed his tie, tugging it loose. You smiled eagerly at him as you reached behind your back, unclasping your bra. You pulled it off your shoulders, letting your breasts fall free, Spencer's eyes immediately falling to them. His eyes flicked up to yours, stepping closer to you as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Tell me what you want."

"To punish me," you said quickly, standing completely still as he walked in a circle around you, dropping his shirt to on floor. He moved behind you as his fingers hooked around the hem of your panties, pulling at them.

"You want me to punish you?"

"Yes, sir," you replied, nodding your head.

Spencer's hand instantly connected with your clothed ass, a small gasp leaving you as the slap rang around the room, piercing through the silence. "Well, what the lady wants," he whispered, bringing his lips down to your neck, feeling him smirk against your skin, "she gets."

His lips connected with your neck, pushing your underwear down before he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, granting him better access to you. You let out a sharp gasp as he sucked at the skin on your neck, his teeth grazing it lightly. Your panties dropped to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side as Spencer wrapped an arm around your waist, trailing his fingers down your stomach to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as you moaned.

"Does that feel good?" Spencer whispered, pressing the growing bulge in his pants to your lower back as his fingers moved over your clit, a small groan rushing past your lips as you grinded your hips forward into the palm of his hand.

"Yes, sir," you gasped, feeling your nipples harden from the cold air hitting you, Spencer's deft fingers picking up speed on your clit.

"Hmm," Spencer hummed against your neck, chuckling softly to himself. "You're so needy."

You whimpered in response, feeling Spencer pull his fingers away, a soft whine leaving you from the loss of contact. "Come here," he said, pulling you over to the bed and sitting down. "Bend over my knee."

You did as you were told, bending over his knees as Spencer rubbed his hand over your bare ass, whispering to you, "Well, since you asked so nicely, I'm going to spank you however many times I see fit, and you're going to thank me for each one. Okay? Say you understand."

"I understand," you rasped, feeling yourself grow wetter by the second.

"What was that?"

"I understand, sir."

"Good girl."

Spencer's hand collided with your ass, the sound resonating in the room as you rocked forward on his knees, a gasp bursting from your chest. "What do you say, darling?" Spencer asked, his hand rubbing over your ass.

"Thank you, sir," you panted, his hand smacking your ass again, heat rushing to the point of impact. You thanked him a second time, your voice dripping with yearning for him as Spencer chuckled harshly to you, bringing his hand down on your ass a third time.

"Look at you," he said as he struck your ass a fourth time, a mumbled thanks coming from you. His bulge pressed against your stomach as he wrapped his other hand around your hair, pulling your head back, your chin jutting up to the ceiling as you gasped. "Punishment looks good on you." He smacked your ass a fifth time, a staggered moan coming from you. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, sir," you whined, bracing yourself on your elbows, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"I think you can handle a bit more," Spencer said, his nails digging into your ass. He brought his hand down a sixth time, a cry leaving you, the sharp sting from the slap resonating in your body. "Did that hurt, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, chuckling.

You didn't say anything. His hand pulled your head back by your hair and you gasped, your eyes flicking to his. "I don't hear you," he said, smirking down at you.

"No. Th- Thank you, sir," you gasped.

"No? Does that mean I'm being too gentle, then?"

A smirk formed on your lips at his words, swinging your head around to look at him as you said, "Only a little, sir."

Your words brought an apocalyptic fire to his eyes, pulling you off of his knees as he stood from the bed, walking over to his bag in the room. He retrieved his handcuffs, a wide smile stretching across your lips as you looked at him, seeing him raise a brow at you. "You have way too much fun with this," he grumbled, handcuffing your wrists behind your back, making sure the cuffs weren't too tight.

"Only with you, sir," you giggled.

"Yeah, well..." Spencer wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you over to the bed. "Let's see just how fun you think I am after I'm done with you."

He pushed you down on the bed, his hand holding your cuffed wrists behind your back as he reached down with his other hand, pushing his pants and boxers down. A loud moan rolled past your lips as you felt Spencer move your clit in rapid circles with his thumb, teasing your wet slit with his dick. "Tell me what you want," he said to you. "I wanna hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me," you whined, the pressure on your clit increasing.

"Can you say that a bit louder? I don't think I heard you."

"Shit— fuck me!" You cried, pulling at the cuffs binding your hands behind your back, the cool metal digging into your skin.

Spencer slammed into you, a moan slipping past his lips as he gripped your hands behind your back, stretching you out. You moaned out, lolling your head back as Spencer started to thrust into you, pushing himself deeper inside you. "Does that feel good, darling?" He whispered, his nails digging into your skin. "Huh? Does my dick feel good inside you?"

"Yes, sir," you moaned, Spencer's hand colliding with your ass, the sound from the harsh slap ringing around the room.

Spencer knocked his hips into yours, groaning as he dug his nails into your skin, sure to leave marks. He threw his head back as his jaw fell open, pushing your body up the bed, your hands unable to cling to anything as he slammed you into the bedsheets, both your moans filling the room. Your ass burned with every cant forward of his hips, having to push your head into the mattress to stifle your cries.

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of blissful release, feeling the knot begin to unwind in your stomach as Spencer pulled his hand away from your clit, gripping your hips as he flipped you onto your side.

"I wanna see you when you come," he groaned, snapping his hips forward as your eyes fell shut, your lips parting as you moaned with each thrust forward, Spencer's hand snaking back down to your clit. Your hands flopped behind your back as Spencer pushed himself deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust forward, your pussy clenching around him and he moaned loudly, his mouth agape with pleasure.

Bottoming out inside you, Spencer's dick twitched inside of you as his eyes flicked to yours. "Come for me," he groaned, the pressure on your clit increasing with each slam into you. "Be a good girl and come for me."

You cried out as you came, your legs shaking and your pussy throbbing around Spencer's dick. Spencer moaned loudly, his nails digging into your skin as he slammed into you one last time, shooting his cum into you.

He pulled out of you, dropping to his knees in front of you as he dragged his tongue up between your legs, cleaning up the mess slipping quickly down your thighs. You moaned at the sensation, pulling at the cuffs restraining your hands behind your back. Spencer stood to his feet, smiling at you as he leaned down, unlocking the cuffs.

"You okay?" He asked, dropping the cuffs on the floor as he moved his thumbs in gentle circles over your skin, massaging where the cuffs had rubbed your wrists raw.

"Mhm," you replied, nodding your head.

"You wore your choker," he pointed out, pulling away from you as he stood in front of you, crossing his arms. "You're not supposed to do that unless I tell you to."

You cocked your head to the side, leaning back on your hands as you smirked. "Whoops."

"I'm glad you wore it, but..." Spencer grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet as he smacked your ass lightly, a whine rolling off your tongue from how sensitized the skin was already. "If it happens again, I won't hesitate to put you in a world of pain."

"Don't tempt me, Dr. Reid," you giggled, walking into the bathroom to pee. Your skin burned as you walked, wincing to yourself. When you came back into the bedroom, you saw Spencer standing there, holding a bag of ice.

"I don't have aloe with me," he said, smiling at you. "But let me take care of you?"

You smiled, nodding at him before he threw you one of his oversized t-shirts, pulling it on before you laid flat on your stomach, Spencer changing into pajamas before he sat beside you, placing the ice over your ass. You winced at the sudden burning sensation, Spencer placing a hand over your back as he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," you replied, looking at him. "Would it be okay if I stayed tonight?"

Spencer smiled, nodding his head at you as he combed his fingers through your hair. "Of course you can. You don't even need to ask."

Eventually the ice got to be too much and Spencer took it off, dumping the ice into the sink before he came over to you, pulling your panties back on. He laid down in the bed beside you, his hand stroking your back as he yawned, and you looked at him, grinning. "Someone's sleepy."

"Yeah, sorry. Some girl just showed up at my door right as I was about to go to sleep begging for me to punish her. And, well, I aim to please, so..."

"Hey— I am not some girl," you said, hitting his shoulder lightly.

Spencer chuckled at your words, laying flat on his back as he closed his eyes, yawning again. "Goodnight," he said, folding his hands over his stomach.

"Night," you replied, closing your eyes, a smile of contentment forming on your lips.

After a few moments, your eyes shot wide open, looking at Spencer as you reached out, shaking him. "Hey, Spence?" You called. "Can we talk about-"

He interrupted you with a soft snore, rolling over onto his side as his curls fell in his face, his lips parting slightly as he slept. You sighed, smiling at him as you pushed a hand through his curls, laying back on your stomach.

Maybe another night then.

~~~

𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑅'𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸.ayy the seggsy stuff is back😼 i was actually so glad to hear that you guys actually loved the last two chapters, i felt like they were so cheesy but you guys definitely made me feel better about them :)) SO MANY OF YOU COMMENTED 2x15 or 8x12 or episodes where spencer was just traumatized in general and i can't use THAT for a case LMAO i love you guys fr fr though