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Even when you were little, and your mom had brought you to her workplace at the BAU, you’d looked up to him. Dr. Reid was your mom, Jennifer Jareau’s, best friend, and your favorite person to be around.

When you were little, he would play unicorns with you. When you were a teenager, he would come over to help you with your math and science homework. Since then, he’d become your tutor. You would visit his apartment once a week and his genius mind would assist you through course studies. This became especially helpful when you started college, with Gen Ed math classes stressing you out.

Recently, Dr. Reid had taken a sabbatical from profiling to begin teaching at a nearby college— making him a real professor. In your opinion, that made him ten times hotter.

He’d always been cute, with his slicked brown hair and glasses, but ever since his scrape with prison, he was seriously attractive. He wore his curly hair unbrushed and wild, and stubble had formed on his upper lip and cheeks. Not to mention his wide puppy eyes that made him look like he was constantly begging to fuck you. You were sure that wasn’t his intention, but you still couldn’t look at him for more than ten seconds without fiery heat beginning to pool in your stomach.

Which made it very difficult when you went over to study in his apartment.

Alone.

This time, you’d brought your anatomy notes. You had a test on Tuesday and hadn’t studied at all, which meant you were starting to stress about memorizing which parts were what in the diagram. You’d have to label each part on the test. God, you hated anatomy.

The funny thing was that the test was over the female reproductive system—specifically the vagina— which yeah, you should know all about. But honestly, you didn’t pay attention to where anything was, just how it felt when you brushed your fingers against the different parts. Dr. Reid was usually at the forefront of your mind at these times, so you had very little idea about the scientific names and functions of each part down there.

You could already feel your heart pumping in your chest as you knocked on Dr. Reid’s apartment door.

This was going to make for an interesting study session.

The door swung open after a few seconds, and there he stood. Hair tousled and tie hanging loose around his neck. You almost had a vocal reaction, biting your lip hard to stop yourself.

“Hey, there you are.” He smiled. “Come in.” He stepped to the right, using his left hand to keep the door open, causing you to walk under his arm to enter the apartment. It was clean, as always.

“I set up the couch this time. I figured it’s more comfortable than the kitchen table. The brain actually memorizes facts better when the body is relaxed and comfortable.” Dr. Reid explained, following you into the living room.

You took a seat on the sofa, bouncing on the cushion a couple of times to get comfortable. Dr. Reid slid in beside you, keeping a respectful distance that you wished he would close. You lifted your bag from your shoulder and pulled out your folder.

“What do we have this week?” He asked, eyes bright and curious.

“Anatomy,” you groaned. “I have a test on Tuesday and I haven’t reviewed the material at all.”

“That’s all right, that’s what I’m here for. Here, let me see the paper.” He extended his hand.

You hesitated, the diagram of a literal vagina in your hand. Play it cool, you thought. This was your mom’s best friend.

You handed over the papers. Your hand brushed his for just a moment, causing a jolt of electricity to travel from your chest to your stomach, and your face heated up a bit.

Dr. Reid’s eyes flicked over the papers, no hint of surprise or embarrassment on his face at all.

“For the test we have to label a blank diagram,” You practically squeaked out.

He nodded. “I see. You don’t know about the female organs?” He looked curious and confused, like he was surprised you didn’t know your own body.

He wasn’t wrong to be confused. I mean, you were an adult woman, you probably should know what’s going on in between your thighs. You’d just never had enough interest to find out.

“I, um, I-I haven’t really..” You cleared your throat. Fuck, you were stuttering so bad.

“Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Dr. Reid said comfortingly. The way his voice softened made you feel completely at ease. “It’s just a part of life. Okay, look. We’ll start by going over the different areas and their names.”

He began, but you were completely distracted by his fingers as he pointed, using his index and middle. You shivered as the thought of what they would feel like inside of you creeped into your mind. What speed would he go? Did he even know how to finger a woman?

The thoughts were wrong, you reminded yourself, and you tried to push them away. He was your mother’s age, in his early forties, and you were just 21.

Dr. Reid seemed to notice your distracted state and slowed down, tilting his head and saying your name. “Are you okay?”

“What? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You choked out. Your face flushed yet again at the thoughts that had been racing through your head, and you hoped he couldn’t see right through you.

“I know that it’s boring for you. If I could make it more interesting, I would. In fact, it would be much more immersive and probably easier to memorize if we had a physical model.”

You froze. You felt an energy start to grow in your lower belly, almost like a ball of arousal. Your brain stopped working, and your mouth moved before your brain could approve the words. “You can use me.”

Dr. Reid looked taken aback. “I’m sorry?”

You cleared your throat. “I am a physical model…” You trailed off seductively, gaining confidence.

You could see his brian working through the implication on his face. “Y-you’re my coworker’s daughter, I can’t just—”

“Dr. Reid,” You adjusted your legs so they were beneath you, leaning closer and slowly lifting your hand to his chest. You rubbed your hand over the fabric of his suit slowly, up and down. “I really need your help.”

His eyes followed your hand. He swallowed. “S-sensations do help with memorization,” he commented, as his hands automatically lifted to your hips. His eyes lifted to yours, then fell to your lips. “This is wrong,” Dr. Reid whispered.

“Failing my test would be worse,” You pouted, sticking out your lower lip as you fidgeted with his tie. You gripped it tightly, and lightly pulled him in towards you. You felt the familiar heat pool in your leggings, knowing you were already soaked.

He finally gave in, allowing you to pull him all the way in to where his lips met yours. His mouth was soft; his lips moved slow and tentatively, like he was unsure. But then you parted your lips for him and his confidence built.

His mouth opened wider, causing a light moan to leave your throat. Your hand travelled down to rest against his upper thigh, where his cock pressed against his khakis, hardening quickly. You could feel him twitch at your moan, which made your stomach flip in anticipation. You took advantage of his weakness and bit his bottom lip lightly, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily.

You detached from his lip, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you pulled away “Is it time for my anatomy lesson, Dr. Reid?” You breathed. He nodded, eyes half open.

You scooted back into the couch arm, and motioned for him to follow. He rested in between your slightly spread legs. You reached up and grabbed his hands, guiding them to the waistband of your black leggings.

He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He hooked a finger into each side of your waistband and slowly pulled at it. You lifted your ass so he could pull them all the way off. He discarded the leggings onto the floor. His eyes trailed from your bare stomach to the dark purple, lacy thong that adorned your hips.

Purple was his favorite color.

He looked at you and raised his eyebrows. You shrugged nonchalantly, as if you hadn’t slipped this pair on under your leggings this morning in hopes that some scenario like this would take place.

But Dr. Reid was nothing if not a smart man. “How long have you wanted this?”

“Years.” You said honestly. “I touched myself thinking about… wishing that something like this would happen. So that I could have you.”

He spluttered. “But, y-you’re so young, I never—“

“Shhh. I’m perfectly of age, Dr. Reid. It’s okay.” You reassured. You wanted this. You needed this. “This is a lesson, and you’re the teacher. I give you every ounce of consent in my body.

He nodded, then did something that you wouldn’t have expected.

He lowered his head to your stomach and planted a soft kiss beneath your belly button. You inhaled sharply with surprise, which he took as a sign to keep going.

The next kiss was on your hipbone as he pulled aside the string of your panties, followed by your inner thigh. You arched into him, gasping softly. He tugged at your underwear, pulling them off in one swoop and tucking them into his back pocket. Then he put one hand on each of your inner thighs and softly spread your legs

Here you were, laid out in front of a professor, your mom’s best friend, completely bare from the stomach down.

Vulnerable.

“You’re wet.” Dr. Reid observed, tilting his head for a better viewing angle. “Secrete fluid is a natural female response to sexual arousal, which increases blood flow to the pelvic area.” He explained, as if he was teaching a perfectly normal Saturday class and his face wasn’t in front of your dripping pussy.

His index finger came and traced your outer flaps. “These are your labia majora, and down here—“ he moved to your inner lips “—is your labia minora. Think you got those two?”

You nodded, not really caring about scientific names or studying anymore. You were desperate and almost whining, wanting him to get to the good spots.

His thumb slid underneath the next layer at the top of your vagina, which he explained was the “clitoral hood.” Then onto your clit, which he circled with light pressure. You did this to yourself all the time, but it felt different when you were at someone else’s manipulation.

“This is your clitoris,” He was saying, and continued to say something about a glans, but it felt so good, you weren’t paying attention. Your head had fallen backwards in pleasure. Dr. Reid’s other hand snaked up and lightly grabbed your face, lifting your head back up. “Hey, focus, baby.”

The nickname left your ears ringing, and a warm, coiling sensation began in your stomach.

“Does that feel good?”

You whimpered a broken “Yes.”

“That’s because the clitoris’s primary purpose is sexual pleasure. Your glans contains about 8,000 to 10,000 nerve endings.” He suddenly pulled away his thumb, causing you to moan with the sudden loss of pleasure. The coil in your belly unraveled almost instantly.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Dr. Reid hummed. “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry. But there’s more to learn, okay?” You nodded, and suddenly his finger was finding its way through your slick folds, coming to tap a small hole near the middle of your vagina.

“Your bladder opening.” His finger slid lower, to your second, larger hole, and slipped inside of you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “Your vaginal opening.” His finger was slow and deliberate at first, in and out, and curling. You bit down on his shoulder, trying to stop your mouth from making noises.

But all of that control was lost when he added a second finger, pumping faster, curling inside and hitting a perfect spot, causing a sensation you’d never felt before. You cried out his name, his first name, and he closed his eyes.

His face was one of utter concentration. You could tell he was focused now on pleasuring you more than teaching, and it made you completely unravel. Your hands were on his shoulders, squeezing, trying to brace yourself but failing.

Then he did the unthinkable, and added his thumb back to your clit, circling in time with the pump and curl of his fingers. You almost screamed and your eyes teared up from how good it felt. You were overwhelmed with so many sensations. The coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter and your vision went white as you snapped and finally came undone all over Spencer’s fingers.

He helped you through it— “There you go, that’s it, good job.” — and his fingers slowed down their pace. They finally stopped. You both rested for a second, your chest heaving up and down.

Dr. Reid then pulled out his fingers, slowly. They were slick with your fluid. Before you could stop yourself, you’d grabbed his wrist and put his two fingers in your mouth, sucking off your mess, staring him in the eyes as you did. He was surprised, his eyebrows shooting up in interest as he watched you.

“You did good.” He said softly. “You should remember all of those areas now, hopefully.”

You nodded, too wrecked to even speak.

“Let me get you a towel.” He left and came back quickly, a light purple washrag in his hand.

It was warm and wet as he cleaned you up. Then he tossed the rag aside and grabbed your panties out of his back pocket, delicately slipping them back over your legs and hips. Same with your leggings, lightly pulling them up as if you might break.

When you were fully reclothed, he pulled you against his chest and placed kisses on your head, your temple, and then your nose.

“You’re going to do so good on that test, okay? I believe in you.”

And you fell asleep on Dr. Reid’s suit-covered chest to him playing with your hair and occasionally pressing another kiss on your head.

Tuesday.

Your knee bounced up and down as you waited for the test to be handed out. You’d trid to do extra studying of the diagram, but everytime you pulled out the paper, flashes of Spencer between your legs would distract you enough to get your hand in your shorts and under your panties.

A paper landed on your desk and you squeezed your eyes shut. You took a deep breath, stilling your leg and opening your eyes. You grabbed your pencil, and began.

The first thing you labeled was the clitoris. You were about to go on to the next part, but Dr. Reid’s voice echoed in your head. “Hey, focus, baby… You’re doing so good.”

And now your stomach was warm, and your panties were wet. You were turned on while trying to take a test.

Curse you, Spencer Reid, You thought.

THE ENDDDD!!

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