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Content Warnings: secret conditioning, public arousal, Dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, use of 'little one' and 'little girl', degradation, praise, slight mean!dom! Spencer, spanking, handcuffs, hair pulling, edging, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, after care! (as usual lemme know if I missed anything)
Spencer bolted into the room, case file in hand, "I think I have the missing piece of the profile!" You peered over at your longtime boyfriend, smiling as he went on to explain what he'd found.
"I'll round up the department. So, get ready." Hotch left the room to go collect the sheriff, leaving you and the rest of the team to study what they'd be delivering. But you already knew your part, so you decided it was time to have a little fun with your man.
About a year ago you'd read an article about couples who've Pavloved their partners. This means that they would only call their partner a pet name in the bedroom. It would be something that wouldn't be used in the day-to-day life, conditioning their partner to get aroused whenever the pet name was used.
It was something you didn't believe. Sure, you knew about the original Pavlov's dog experiment. But you really didn't think it could be used on humans. We were much smarter than dogs. So, you conducted your own experiment. With your genius boyfriend. But that's the thing. Spencer is a genius and you had to be careful to make sure he didn't know what you were doing.
'Doc' was the word you'd chosen. You only called him that during sex. It'd been three months since you started that. You and Spencer's sex life was overly healthy. So the word got used more than you expected.
"Good job, Doc" you whispered in his ear. Spencer froze, his face growing red as he swallowed hard. And you couldn't help but notice the almost instant bulge that sprouted in his pants. And you also couldn't help but notice the way he instantly took a seat.
"W-what did you just say?" He stuttered. You feigned confusion.
"I said, good job, Doc." You swallowed the giggle that threatened to expose you.
It was like you could see Spencer's brain sizzle out. He licked his lips as he stared up at you. "What's the matter, baby?"
But before he could say anything, Hotch called us to deliver the profile. You watched as Spencer quickly adjusted himself before standing and gripping your hand. You all took your places, Spencer standing by the map, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot as he waited his turn.
"We're looking for a male that's around the age of 25..."
You made eye contact with Spencer as the team went down the line, "you're making it obvious, y/n." he whispered.
You bit your lips, "I don't know what you're talking about, doc."
Spencer let out a moan which he quickly covered with a cough, "stop calling me that."
