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It wasn't a relationship. Not really. It was more like a mutually beneficial endeavour towards meeting the collaborative needs of two consenting adults.
At least that's what you told yourself every time you let Spencer Reid cum inside you.
Because, by god, did the man know how to fulfil your needs. And, until recently, it seemed he enjoyed to do it.
Recently, however, it seemed he liked watching you get right to the edge and not letting you succeed in finishing what you'd started.
Spencer loved toying with you when you were in bed together, making you whine and moan in protest as he pushed you right to the edge of sanity and then stopped before your brain could fully melt. He always stopped just moments before you found your release, knowing exactly when you were seconds from the tension being at its highest.
But with tangled bedsheets keeping you comfortably wrapped around one another, all you had to do was push him to his back and ride your orgasm out yourself to reach that promised bliss.
The problem recently was he'd started leaving you on edge in public. Place and time were concepts that didn't seem to cross his mind when he decided his fingers needed to be in you, his tongue needed dragging across your soft folds, or his cock needed to be on whichever warm, wet, welcoming holw you'd receive it in.
The four stalls in the women's bathrooms at the BAU had seen some moments that had stolen your breath and refused it entry back into your body.
"Spencer, not here." You gasped out, half-heartedly as his cock screwed into you with a strength and speed that had you clutching the wall with your nails.
"Look at me, Y/N. You're right. Not here. You're not going to cum here, not without my permission. Don't fucking cum until I tell you that you're allowed." His words were gasps and pants, as he breathed hard down your neck, pumping into you from behind. He pushed you just far forward enough to ensure that you'd need to hold your hands out in front of you for balance, and pinched your clit between two fingers, rubbing it himself so you couldn't put your hands on it to make yourself achieve your release.
It didn't stop your hips from wildly bucking and pushing into his own, desperate for even more of the length that was destroying and rebuilding you down to your very foundations.
With each new moan, he walked you closer and closer to the stall door, pressing your chest up against it tight as he continued rutting into you, his spare hand coming up to wrap around your mouth.
You knew it was time to start begging when his strokes got sloppy. The thing about Spencer's edging was that he never let himself suffer the same painful build up he put you through, always waiting until he'd finished to mess with you.
"Please, please, let me cum." You whined as you felt his load seep into you, his hips stilling as he pressed a kiss into the back of your neck.
He moved his cock lazily in and out of you again a few times, drawing out your pleasure as you felt the wetness spread between your legs.
"What? I thought you said you didn't want to do this at work?" You groaned in response, but you're not able to do anything more as he removes himself from you and presses his mouth against your own swallowing any further complaints as he finally, finally takes his hand off your clit.
"Let's finish here for today, Y/N." He said, cleaning himself up with a tissue before putting himself back in his pants and leaving you, alone and frustrated in the bathroom.
The first time he'd pulled that act, you'd been angry beyond belief, going as far as to ignore him for a week until he apologised. But after multiple experiences, it was all getting to be too much.
He'd snaked a hand under your skirt on the jet while everyone else slept, had pushed you up against the wall in a motel, and had even accidentally christened Luke Alvez's desk for him one night when you'd stayed late to work on some case files.
Each time he'd left you at your peak, his excuse was the same. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?" But you could tell from the glint in his eyes that it was actually the control, the total power that actually led him to do it.
You didn't care what it was that made him edge you, you just knew that you were frustrated beyond belief and were willing to try all options to get him to cave in.
You had roughly two choices: seek out your release elsewhere, or convince him that you were about to and have him fuck it out of toy instead.
That's where Luke came into play. You'd never been that attracted to Luke at all. You had eyes, obviously, and they seemed to be in working order, so you knew he was very good looking.
But he wasn't your type. For this purpose, though, you decided that he'd work perfectly.
When you saw Spencer twitch at your simple lingering fingers on Luke's bicep, you knew this was going to be it.
"Hey, Luke, have you been working out more recently? You feel so big." The other man quickly brushed off your comments with a joke and you settled into comfortable conversation, amping up your laughter and smiles more while keeping an eye on the stiff figure seething quietly behind you.
Working as a profiler had it perks, knowing exactly how to speak the silent language that was body language and knowing that Spencer would be watching you at the same time. You just had to realistically pull it off without arousing his suspicions.
The mirroring was the easiest but most effective. When Spencer noticed that you'd sat down opposite Luke opening up your gestures to directly focus on him, he practically jumped up from his seat to join your conversation.
“What are you guys talking about?” He asked, hovering over your desk hesitantly, watching as giggled again at something Luke said.
“Oh, nothing. Did you need something, Reid?” You blinked up at him, innocently cooking your head to the side to question him.
He frowned slightly and stuck around a few seconds, making a non-urgent request for a file from Luke before he retrieved it and had to go back to his desk to avoid the awkward silences.
“What was all that, Y/N?” Luke slid a suspicious gaze over to you the second he lest, a shadow of a knowing smile crossing his face.
“What was all of what?”
“You're messing with Spencer.” He smiled fully now, as you pouted and felt yourself grow hotter, shifting slightly in your seat even as you knew he'd caught on to your intentions.
“Oh my god, you two are sleeping together.” He said, bringing his pointer finger up before you snapped up and swatted it down again.
“Listen, I don't need that broadcast over the office. Do me a favour and play along for a few minutes, okay?”
He looked at you again hesitantly for a moment and then relaxed in his seat, sneaking a glance over your shoulder at Spencer before nodding slightly.
“Push my hair behind my ear and then watch me leave the room. Like really focus.”
“He's not going to like that, Y/N.”
“That's the point.” He shrugged and listened to your instructions, pushing in closer towards your face to draw the hair behind your ear before you slid off his desk and hopped off to the bathrooms.
You tried your best not to look back at Spencer the entire time, but you couldn't resist. The man was dominant, but he was also incredibly sensitive, and you needed to make sure this hadn't pushed him too far.
You needed him, after all.
When your eyes locked onto Spencer he was pacing over to Luke's desk, a frantic look on his face. Turning around again, you made your way over to the entrance to the women's bathrooms and waited.
“What…what was that all about?” Spencer's jaw was tense as he approached Luke again, desperately controlling the tone of his voice.
“That was SSA Y/N.” Luke replied with a smirk, chuckling at the glare it earned him.
“You touched her.”
“And you're jealous. If you wanted to do something about that, you should probably follow her.”
You weren't expecting Spencer to come so fast. But the way he stormed down the corridor had you straightening. He didn't even take a glance around him to check no one was watching before he pushed you back into the girls bathrooms.
His lips were on yours in a second as you wrapped your arms around him and pressed against him fully. His kissed demanded answers, and yours were more than happy to give them. His body was tense with the need for release, and you wanted to chase that too, wrapping yours legs up and around him, not letting your lips leave his as you awkwardly hopped up into his arms.
“You don't want this anymore?” He asked in the gasps between kisses, pressing your body into the stall door, his arousal pressing against your own waiting warmth through your clothes.
“I want you, Spencer.”
“Then why are you throwing yourself at Luke?”
“Because someone needs to give me the release I need, and you sure as hell haven't been doing it recently.”
A vein in his forehead popped, his jaw again tense, expression dark at your honest remark.
“Okay. Release. I can do that for you.” He muttered the words quietly to himself, not giving you even a second to react before crashing back into you again, sending you crashing into the wall again.
You moaned at the sudden movement, no longer caring what noises you made or who could hear them.
His fingers pushed your pants open quickly, pulling them down just enough to get a finger inside your panties, pressing your pussy open as he began rubbing your clit.
A few strokes and he'd gathered enough of your arousal to push the digits inside you. His pace was brutal as you sagged against the wall holding out the hope that this time he wouldn't mess with you.
You tried to bite your lip to keep quiet again, but his hand pulled out and up to your clit again pushing your pants down further as he dropped your weak legs to the ground. Turning you around quickly, you didn't even register the sound of his own pants dropping before he was pressing into you
His thrusts were gars and fast, pushing in ball deep and pulling out almost completely before slamming back in and repeating the process. It felt almost painful how aroused you were, your sighs between relief and pleasure as you felt the orgasm that had evaded you for weeks grow to the surface.
It was almost embarrassing how fast, knowing that he was letting you this time, how good he'd made you feel in such a short amount of time.
“You're going to cum, hard, on my cock now princess, and I'm going to enjoy watching your eyes roll back in your head as you regret begging for me to do this right here.” He pulled your head back to the side to meet your lips as you shuddered, vision going black as he finally let you cum.
Your head spun, thighs twitching in overstimulation as he continued thrusting into you. Wrapping an arm around your waist he held you against the wall, finishing himself off inside you as you continued to moan and gasp at each touch.
He let out a final grunt himself as he spilled his seed inside of you, letting his head rest at the top of your back for a second, kissing his way along your shoulders before pulling out.
“You think anyone heard us?” You asked as he cleaned you up, pulling your pants up for you and buttoning them.
“Even if they didn't, Penelope walked around the corner just as I pulled you in here.” You swore silently as you turned back around to face him.
“Is that the regret I'm supposed to feel? Someone caught us and now I'm not supposed to want you?” He looked down at you slightly taken aback for a second before his tongue untwisted itself.
“Y/N, I didn't think you wanted anything serious, and if you still don't, I will respect that. I'll talk to Penelope, I don't want you to force you into something just because of what other people are going to-”
“Shut up for a second. Spencer, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm a very stubborn and petty person. Now that you have suggested that I'm going to regret having a relationship with you, I'm going to hold onto you for as long as possible. Just to spite you, of course.”
“Of course,” he said smiling, wrapping his hands around your waist again. “Spite.”
“Plus, I accidentally told Luke about us earlier, so really you're stuck with me.”