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The pipes creaked a little as you turned on the shitty motel shower, and you sighed as you felt the water hit your skin. You were five days into a case somewhere in the rural midwest, and after a particularly embarrassing fall in the mud, you’d been sent back to your room in the middle of the day to clean yourself off. You’d stomped back to the motel, absolutely frustrated with the way the case was going, desperately craving the hour of peace you’d been granted.
When you entered the shower cubicle, you were thankfully greeted by hot, almost scalding water. The steam rose and quickly fogged up all the mirrors in the bathroom as you started scrubbing down every inch of your skin, making sure to wash away not just the mud but the fatigue of the case, too. You were so self-involved that you didn’t hear your room door open, or the voice call out your name.
“Y/N?” Spencer called to you, but you didn’t respond, not hearing him. Turning towards the sound of the shower, the man couldn’t help himself but gravitate towards you. Turning the handle to the bathroom door, he opened it and stared straight at you for a minute before you noticed his presence.
“Shit, Spencer, you fucking perv, what are you doing?” you shrieked as you finally met his eyes, arms coming down to cover your private areas.
“I-I’m sorry, Hotch sent me here because you forgot…” his eyes trailed up and down your body now, taking in every inch of you as you shrank under his stare, pushing further back into the wall of the shower stall in the hopes that he wouldn’t see as much.
“Y/N, why are you covering yourself?” he asked, suddenly snapping his eyes up to yours.
“Because I’m fucking naked Spencer, and you’re just standing there staring at me.” You hoped that he would get the idea after that, realising that he’d overstepped a boundary. He didn’t, instead moving further into the small bathroom and closing the door behind him, locking it from the inside the way you should have earlier.
“What are you doing?” you asked as he opened the shower stall and pushed himself into it, removing his shoes on the way, but not bothering to rid himself of his clothes. You had your answer soon enough as he grabbed the sides of your face and forced a kiss on your lips.
You groaned into the kiss and attempted to push him off, but he’d worked one hand down to yours and pinned you back against the wall, his leg between the two of yours. The kiss had shocked you, and your brain was left in catch up mode when he trailed his other hand down to your breasts and started paying them some attention.
“You were so pretty, Y/N, I couldn’t help it,” he kissed his way down your neck and you were frozen, unable to react.
“Let me help you out baby, you’ve been looking so tense lately, you need this,” he whispered in your ear, and your eyes unconsciously twitched closed as he pinched your nipple between his finger and thumb. Your chest thrust into his hand and you could feel him smile into your neck as he kissed his way down to his hands, the water still pouring over both of you.
“F-fucking pervert,” you said half-heartedly as he bought his lips finally to your nipples and began licking and sucking at them like a man starved.
“That’s right, baby, I’m a pervert, and so are you.” His hand found your cunt then, and he roughly pushed two fingers into you before you could gasp out again, thrusting quickly and as deep as he could into you. You let out a long drawn out moan, the pain mixing with the pleasure to make you delirious.
“What was that baby? You look so pretty when you’re all dumb like this.”
“Fuck you,” you spat back at him, and he just smirked again in reply, his damp curls falling in his face so you could only just see his lips.
“Do you feel better now, Y/N? Now that you’ve worked out some of that frustration? Or do you need more?” your eyes snapped open at the suggestion, but just as you opened your mouth to protest, he shoved the fingers from your pussy into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on him. You moaned slowly, unable to stop yourself from enjoying the moment.
“You’re so pretty like this for me, sucking on my fingers like a horny bitch.” He released his hold on your arms, and you almost slumped to the shower floor, but he caught you in his large hands and pulled you up. He turned you around, roughly pushing your chest up against the wall of the stall, letting you face the bathroom mirror. As steamed up as it was, you could still just make out your naked form in it, his clothed self holding you in place behind it.
“Thank you, Y/N, let’s act nice now while I make you feel better,” he kissed your hair gently, holding both of your arms folded behind your back now. You heard him unzip his pants and your protests died on your tongue as he pushed into you in the next second, sheathing himself inside you without any warning.
His grip on your arms tightened as he began setting a ruthless pace, your chest pressed uncomfortably into the wall the entire time as you were forced to watch him use you in the distorted mirror.
“Spencer- Spencer, no, fuck,” you moaned with each thrust, your nipples painfully hard against the cool glass.
“You just looked so pretty, I couldn’t stop myself,” he moaned out behind you, the only other sound in the room that of the running water and the sounds of your arousal coating him with each messy thrust. You couldn’t even be sure anymore if the wetness running down your legs was coming from you or the shower.
“You- Ahhh… You fucking pervert…” you mumbled out, your eyes rolling back in your head as you reached your climax with him buried deep inside you. He moaned sinfully as you tightened up around him, but kept pounding out against you.
“Not a pervert…” he gasped out, refuting your insults. “Just trying to help you,” he moaned out, trying to convince himself that he was helping you. He got louder in his moans after that, not holding back from letting you hear his pleasure, until finally it was too much for him and he pushed his entire body weight on yours and came directly inside of you, filling you up with his cum.
After a few minutes of him catching his breath, he removed himself from you and cleaned you up with a nearby wash cloth, turning the shower off and pulling you back into a more comfortable position. When you were finally facing him again, you planted a quick kiss to his lips, which he returned with vigour.
“You know, when I said you should make up an excuse to join me, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
“And I wasn’t expecting my own girlfriend to call me a pervert, but I guess this works for both of us, right?” he wrapped a towel around you and unlocked the door, guiding you back to the motel room you had been sharing for the last few days.
“You’re lucky we’re roommates this time, I don’t think I could explain this if I met Hotch or Morgan out in the hall on the way back to my room to change clothes.”
“I don’t see how your impatience is my problem, Doctor Reid.” You smirked up at him as he began unbuttoning his wet clothing.
“Well, you see, Y/N, you just looked so pretty…”