Jail changed Spencer Reid.
At first, it was just little things here and there. But then it got worse and worse until he was out of control.
Now, he's doing the things he spent his whole life stopping. And then he meets her. Will she be the one to...
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CW: adults w/ age gap [10 years.] penetrative sex, unprotected sex [wrap it up], oral (female receiving), very light choking, slight degradation, death threat (?), slight after care.
The walk to her apartment after that kiss wasn't awkward. It was fucking electric. My lips felt as if they were buzzing and my fingers longed to be wrapped around her delicate throat. I wasn't sure why my need for her was so strong.
The 25 year old me would be in shock if he could see the life I lead now. Before I'd never gone out and if I did, I never drank. I never took home women from the bar because I was too shy. I also always needed a "connection" to get off. But trauma changed me. My time in the BAU changed me. And some of it was for the better, but some made me a monster. But she didn't need to know that. Because I wasn't planning on sticking around long enough for her to find out.
I barely gave her time to shut the door before I was on her. I had her hips pinned against the door by mine, my lips on her with a bruising force. She let out a slight gasp which I took as an opportunity to practically shove my tongue down her throat. She let out a small moan and I mentally high-fived myself.
My hands roamed her body, trying to feel every inch of her I possibly could. I knew I needed to be decently quick as I could be whisked away on a case any second. Y/N worked with shaky hands to unbutton my shirt while I unzipped her dress. It pooled at her feet and she kicked it off with her foot.
I watched as she moved to take her heels off, "leave them on," I gasped. She nodded, pushing my shirt off of my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I pulled back, admiring the woman in front of me, feeling my dick twitch in my pants. I was painfully hard and it was all because of her. "Fuck you're hot," I said. Her tits moved with the way her chest was heaving. She was fucking perfect and I could feel something stirring in my chest. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. I liked this broad. I pushed it down. If I didn't admit it then it wouldn't be real.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her bedroom. I admired the back of her as I followed. I was honestly just excited a girl like her was going to let me destroy her. Once we were in her room I picked her up, throwing her on her bed. She giggled as she bounced on the soft fabric. I let her have the moment, knowing that I was about to make her cry.
I climbed over her, positioning myself between her legs. I dipped my head, kissing her neck while she rolled her hips into mine. I swallowed down my moans, not ready to give her the verbal satisfaction of what she was doing to me. I sucked a bruise into the spot behind her ear as she arched at the feeling. This gave me room to snake my hands around her back and unclasp her bra.
I made my way down, kissing and nipping at every inch of skin I could get to. I wanted her marked, unable to forget that I was there. So I sucked harsh bruises into the swell of her breasts, soothing the skin with my tongue. I was a boob guy for sure, but hers were the best I'd ever seen.
