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"Texting Reid again?" Morgan teased you. He was right, you were texting Spencer, you had been all day. You were on a case in North Dakota, someone had been killing people and freezing their bodies for preservation. Weird stuff.
Everyone had different tasks, you, Morgan, and Rossi, sent to talk to family members and listen to them cry over their dead people until they finally gave you information that was 50% useless.
You were cranky all day. Somewhat because Hotch ordered you to take the lead, introduce yourselves, ask all of the routine questions. This was because you were extremely awkward, much like your boyfriend. It was something you both needed to work on, and Hotch decided exposure therapy would work best.
The entire day was filled with "Hello Mr. and Mrs. whatever, I'm Agent y/l/n, this is Agent Morgan and Agent Rossi, we'd like to ask you some questions about [insert dead relative]", it was beyond annoying. And just as bad as that was Derek praising you teasingly and Rossi going "see? It wasn't that tough", Every. Single. Time.
The main reason you were pissed off beyond repair, you hadn't gotten off in two weeks. Mostly because of work. You and Spencer were constantly working, and when you weren't both at the BAU, Spencer had to give a lecture, or you had some errand to run because nobody was home for more than 3 hours and stuff needs to be cleaned and food needs to be bought and someone has to feed Spencer's fish and clean it's tank because for someone with an eidic memory, Spencer "forgets" about the fish way too much.
That being said, you were orgasmless. For two entire weeks. You were supposed to have this weekend off, and you were hoping to get some good alone time with Spencer. But for some annoying reason, serial killers never considered your sex life.
So yes, you were texting Spencer. A list of all the things you desperately wanted, needed him to do to you. You made sure you didn't add any begging, you hadn't intended on being well behaved. You'd hoped if you're bratty enough, Spencer's desire to punish and destroy you would over power his desire to sleep when you got home.
Dr. Reid
You're really pushing it Y/n.
You smirked to yourself, and looked up at Derek and Rossi in the front of the FBI van you were driving. "Are we headed back to the precinct?", you asked hoping to see Spencer soon.
"Actually I think we should stop for some mocha on the way", Rossi looked out his window, it wasn't a suggestion, Derek turned as a traffic light turned green, in the direction of the coffee store.
You sunk into yourself hiding your phone from Derek and Rossi, it's not like they could see it anyway but the idea of Derek finding out the stuff you and Reid were into, it was petrifying.
"Am I doctor? Am I pushing it? I sure hope so. I want to make you mad sir, I want you to use me and hurt me. I'm so wet for you Spencer it hurts."
You chewed on your lip as you pulled into the parking lot of the coffee place.
"Drive through is crazy", you heard Derek complain, getting out of the car, nodding at you to get out with him to help with coffee.
The line was just as long inside and you and Derek both groaned audibly. You checked your phone again, praying you had a response from Spencer.
"Call me. Now."
You quickly excused yourself to the single use bathroom and locked the door behind you, tapping Spencer's contact and calling him immediately.
"You slut. We're meant to be working and you're sending me messages desperate for my cock? Truly Y/n you're pathetic-"
You cut Spencer off with a whine, bunching up your skirt and rubbing your clit through your panties. You had no intention of getting off right now, your plan was simply to dig a deeper hole with Spencer and your plan was working.
Spencer didn't respond for a moment, just listening to you and your hushed whimpers of his name.
"Can't even ask for fucking permission huh?", Spencer tsked, you just whimpered at his words and rubbed faster, waiting for Spencer to get mad, to tell you to stop.
"Does that feel good whore? Touching your slutty body without being told to do so?", Spencer's voice sent a surge of energy through your body and you whimpered in response to his words.
"Answer me", he ordered, you weren't thinking properly enough to disobey, but that's alright, you had all day to tease him.
"Yes sir, feels so good", you whined, you pushed your panties to the side to have more direct pleasure.
"Good, stop", Spencer ordered, you listened, and whined. "You don't get to feel good without my permission." He tsked and you pouted as if he could see you through the phone. "Apologize princess."
"I'm sorry for touching your property without permission sir", you apologized, fixing your panties as well as your skirt, spinning in the mirror to make sure you didn't look too disheveled.
"Thank you, I love you", Spencer hummed on his side of the phone, you smiled and blushed, you did every time he told you he loved you.
"I love you too Spence, we'll be at the precinct soon, just grabbing coffee", you explained to Spencer as you unlocked the bathroom door and opened it.
"Tell Derek to drive safe, can't have him putting you in danger my love", your heart fluttered.
"Will do Spencer, see you soon", you smiled to yourself and left the bathroom, peering toward the counter for Derek, who was waiting for the order.
You made your way to him and rose an eyebrow at the lack of coffee in his hands.
"They're packed as hell, at this rate there's gonna be twenty new victims before we get a sip of coffee", he sighed rolling his head back.
You rolled your eyes at him and walked to the counter as they called Derek's name during his dramatics.
"Come on drama queen, besides, the killer only picks up a new victim every 8 days right?", you smiled and walked toward the door with him striding in your path.
You got in the car and handed a coffee to Rossi, Derek already had his. You stared out the window, wishing Spencer were with you. You knew you'd see him soon enough but you just missed him so bad.
Finally you pulled into the precinct parking lot. Derek opened the car door for you to get out since you were holding the coffees and you speed walked into the building, looking for Spencer immediately.
You handed the coffees to Jj who smiled as thanks, you took Spencer's coffee from her and she nodded toward an office where Spencer was, you smiled at her and headed toward that office, knocking gently on the door.
Spencer jumped a bit but smiled huge when he saw you, his smile got even bigger when he saw the coffees in your hands.
You handed his coffee to him and closed the door behind you as you stepped further into the office.
"I missed you", you whispered as you hugged him, resting your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I missed you my love. Did you get any important information?", Spencer rubbed your back gently, you relaxed into him.
"Sort of. There are no connections between any victim aside from the fact that two told their families they were going to get groceries. We've confirmed the theory that the unsub is picking them at random, we got their schedules and Morgan is going over it with Garcia now", you looked up at Spencer, he didn't look back at you, you knew he was fitting in the new information with the old, analyzing it mentally.
"Garcia's here also. She flew in with Cruz and Will", Spencer told you, you rose an eyebrow.
"Why's Will here?", You questioned, it made some sense because he's a police officer, but you couldn't understand how he was connected to this case outside of Jj working on it.
"He's a friend of the sheriff's. We'll have to double up on planes heading back.", he stroked your hair. You hated doubling up, you always got stuck with Derek and Rossi snoring in perfect unison, and you didn't get the extra time with Spencer. It wasn't like it was a very long flight, but still irritating none the less.
You got an idea.
"I need you to feel something", you said to Spencer in a hushed tone, he pulled back from you and furrowed his brow in confusion.
You gently took his hand and pulled up your skirt, placing his fingers against your heat so he could feel how wet your panties had gotten since earlier.
Spencer's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his lips fell open as he added pressure to get a better feel of just how wet you were.
A small smirk fell on his face as you failed to stifle a whimper at the pressure, and you blushed when Spencer leaned down to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and giving you a gentle kiss.
His breath teased your skin and you bit down on your lip to stop any noise from slipping past your lips.
"You better get back to work slut, don't want to be all hot and bothered delivering the profile", Spencer spoke against your skin and pulled his head back smiling at you.
You pouted at him and he leaned forward to kiss your forehead but you stopped him, your eyes widening.
"I'm giving the profile? I thought it was Derek, since when is it gonna be me?", your face was burning hot, you weren't prepared to talk to so many people at once.
"Since now my angel", Spencer pouted at you. "I told Hotch I thought it would be very helpful for you. I suppose you should reconsider calling me and touching yourself in a dirty public restroom like a whore next time", Spencer stroked your hair in mock sympathy.
You rolled your eyes and stood up on your tip toes to kiss your boyfriend before leaving the office and walking toward Derek.
"You ready short stuff?", Derek smirked and handed you the files before you both walked to the briefing room. You'd make a mental note to thank Derek afterward for not bullying you.
"Hello everyone I'm Agent Y/n Y/l/n", you introduced yourself and began briefing the officers on the less important information, leading up to the more pressing information.
Your eyes met Spencer's, he stood in the back of the room, burning holes through your head with his eyes.
You hid a smirk and unbuttoned your jacket, continuing to talk about the unsub. Nobody payed attention to the action except for Spencer, you watched his eyes scan your body, your tight blouse hugging your breast and waist, your pencil skirt framing your hips and thighs perfectly. Spencer's eyes trailed down your legs and you watched him move his bag over his crotch where you assumed a hard on was forming.
"We're looking for a man in his mid to late thirty's, he picks his victims from a public area that we believe to be a grocery store in this area. This guy is a coward, he's more dangerous to himself than he is to us, we're very sure that if he's armed, he will shoot himself before one of us.", you said.
You looked back to Spencer and noticed he wasn't looking at you anymore, he was glaring at a police officer a few feet from him, the police officers eyes were trained on your breasts.
Your heart fluttered at Spencer being jealous, when the police officer realized you saw him looking his face burned red and you smiled at him to let him know you weren't mad. That smile however had him smirking at you, and Spencer's eyes narrowing further. If looks could kill Spencer would get arrested before the unsub.
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"You did a great job y/n", Spencer pressed his lips in a line. You knew he was pissed due to the small interaction with the officer, but his need to support and praise you overpowered his frustration.
You became unsure of how long that would last however, when the officer came to you both.
"Hey! Agent y/l/n, right? I'm Officer Monahan. I'd really appreciate it if we could maybe go for lunch and you could go over the profile with me again", Officer Monahan bit his lip and smiled.
You smiled back, trying not to grimace. "I'd like to, but I actually plan to spend lunch with Agent Reid-"
"It's Dr. Reid", Spencer cut you off and corrected you.
You honestly hadn't meant to call him Agent. You’d spent the day with Rossi and Morgan, introducing yourselves and referring to eachother as Agents. However, a little bit of disrespect could go a long way in terms of Spencer ruining you.
"Doctor is it? My apologies Mr. Reid", you smiled coyly at Spencer. His face grew a nearly invisible blush and his brows furrowed at you.
Spencer turned to the officer, "Actually Officer Monaghan-"
"It's Monahan", the officer corrected.
"I didn't ask what it was. If you need her to go over the profile again after she delivered it twenty minutes ago, you're awful at your job and should reconsider your occupation. Assuming that isn't the case and you're flirting with her, she's happily taken by me. If you're that desperate for a woman, we drove past some prostitutes on the way here.", Spencer left Officer Monahan without words and turned to you grabbing your wrist. "I've got to speak with you".
Spencer held your wrist tight, potentially bruising it, but the idea of a bruise being left had you heating up slightly between your thighs. Spencer pulled you into a bathroom and locked the door behind you both and slapped your face.
"What was that? You disrespected me in front of him", Spencer spat, internally admiring the red mark that grew on your face.
"I'm sorry Spencer", you looked up at Spencer, wide eyed, feigning innocence.
He pushed you against the wall and used his body to hold yours in place. "Sorry, who?".
"I'm sorry Doctor", you whimpered and Spencer brought his hand to your throat, squeezing gently.
"Say it again. Who am I?" Spencer kicked your legs apart.
"Doctor"
Spencer brought his thigh between your legs, pressing against your cunt, "again".
"Doctor"
Your breath caught in your throat when Spencer moved his hand to cup your face and began to mouth at your neck, he pressed his leg up further and used his free hand to press your hips down. "Again"
"Doctor", you whimpered rolling your head back to give Spencer more room, you felt his hand glide down your neck and slide into your jacket, cupping your breast through your blouse.
"Again", his voice was hot against your neck, sucking lightly, teasing you with the idea of a mark, knowing he wouldn't give you any hickeys at work.
"Doctor"
He pulled off of you, "Next time don't fucking forget it", he spoke in a low tone, his absence of touch had you whimpering for more and he only sort of caved, leaning in to give you a kiss of reassurance. "I was really mean to him", Spencer's cute, usual, awkward voice was back.
"I think it was really attractive", you held Spencer's hand and rubbed it gently.
"It was so scary", Spencer half laughed and it warmed your heart. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He smiled against your lips.
His hand gently brushed your cheek and he pouted against your lips pulling back. "Is your cheek alright? Did I hurt you?", Spencer asked, feeling your cheek to see if it was still warm where he hit you.
You hummed and leaned into his touch. "I'm perfectly okay my love", you smiled and he raised a brow.
"Really? Cause I think you're pretty weird.", he laughed and cupped your face giving you a chaste kiss.
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The unsub had been caught, thankfully prior to capturing or killing his next victim. You all were finally able to fly home, and you each were granted a day off of work to make up for the two you had to spend in North Dakota.
You’d lucked out also in plane arrangements. Derek decided to fly with Garcia, so Spencer elected to go with Rossi and you.
Rossi had also moved to the opposite side of the jet after he watched Spencer kiss your cheek. It had him groaning in fake disgust at the “pda”.
The gentle hum of the jet soothed you as well as the even pace of Spencer’s heartbeat while you rested your head on his shoulder.
Your arm was under his, you didn’t hold hands, but he stroked the skin of your arm with the back of your fingernails.
You scanned the rest of the plane with your eyes, you couldn’t even see Rossi from where you were, you could only hear his snores.
You let your hand fall to Spencer’s lap, resting it on his thigh, you listened to him quietly clear his throat, you weren’t sure if that was reaction to your hand on his thigh, but it encouraged you to go further, if he asked you to stop, you would, no questions.
You moved your head to kiss Spencer’s neck, ‘accidentally’ inching your hand up his thigh, however spencer wasn’t naive.
You watched as his cock perked up, he wasn’t hard by any means but you’d definitely gotten his body’s attention.
He pushed out a breath when you cupped his cock through his pants, you could feel the slowly growing erection through his dress pants, and you hid a smirk as you kissed his neck.
You could feel yourself getting wet fast, pleasuring Spencer got you just as aroused as pleasuring yourself. You squished your thighs together when Spencer rolled his hips up to your hand.
Your fingers found his zipper and began to unzip his pants but stopped when he forcefully pushed you back against the seat of the jet, hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “Keep your hands to yourself, stupid fucking whore”.
“Yes Doctor”, you faked obedience, removing your hand from Spencer’s body and placing it on your skirt, pulling it up to expose your wet panties.
You bit your lip when Spencer let out a very quiet groan, his lips parting slightly and his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip while he watched you push your panties to the side and slowly rub your clit.
“Put your hands to your sides right now. You do not get to touch what’s mine without permission”, Spencer’s hand tightened around your throat, only edging you on further.
“But it feels so good Doctor I can’t stop”, you whimpered, making direct eye contact with him as you rubbed faster at your clit.
Spencer groaned and tightened his grip, revelling in the choked whimper that escaped your lips.
“This is your last chance, if you decide to behave, I may let you cum tonight”, Spencer negotiated, dominance and lust dripping from each word.
With the promise of sex that night, you placed your hands at your sides, it wouldn’t kill you to behave for the next few hours.