Y/N paced slowly along the living room floor biting along her lip in deep thought, a fantasy, actually. Fantasizing of something she had been wanting to ask Spencer all day. She didn’t know why she felt so hesitant to ask him, because Spencer never made her feel ashamed of her desires. In fact, Spencer, being more experienced loved to show her the depts he could take her. One thing Spencer did not expect, is taking her to those depts over the year of their relationship would awake a sleeping giant inside her. An insatiable hunger, that consumed her, turning his sweet innocent girlfriend into a fiend for his touch.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Spencer’s smooth voice brought her back from her fantasy, making her still, looking over to him sitting at his desk across the room. He still stared down at the book resting in his hand, which had kept his attention from her for the last hour. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked softly. “You only pace when you’re nervous.” He points out, turning the page in his book delicately. She feels the blush rising to her cheeks, building the courage to ask him.
“I’m…Do you know what edging is?” Y/N finally blurts, causing Spencer to finally look up from his novel. He wears a small smirk, an almost cocky glint to his honey eyes. “Yes, why do you ask?” He questions back, intrigued by her initial question. He watched her fiddle with the edge of her skirt, blushing adorably trying to keep her eyes on his. “I want to try it.” She proclaims clearly with impressive confidence.
Summary: Reader helps Matthew work through getting divorced, but how much of herself can she give before breaking?
“Daddy!” The screams get louder the harder I sprint into the black hall. I can’t get to them. “I’m right here. I’m here.” I yell breathless, reaching out to the end of the hall. Just as my hand touches the wall, the hall stretches into further darkness. “Daddy, please!” They scream again and I feel my airway tightening. My babies. I can’t stop, I have to get to them.
You failed.
“Tell me where you are” I shout trying to listen for them over the constant overbearing dripping sound, wailing as a timer of my horror. “Why aren’t you here daddy?” I recognize my youngest daughter’s cry that time, stopping my feet from moving, buckling to my knees.
You can’t protect them.
“I’m here baby, I promise.” I cough crawling to her voice, becoming blinded by smoke. The dripping it’s faster. God, it won’t stop. I can’t breathe. I can’t make it to them.
Summary: Reader helps Matthew work through getting divorced, but how much of herself can she give before breaking?
“Daddy!” The screams get louder the harder I sprint into the black hall. I can’t get to them. “I’m right here. I’m here.” I yell breathless, reaching out to the end of the hall. Just as my hand touches the wall, the hall stretches into further darkness. “Daddy, please!” They scream again and I feel my airway tightening. My babies. I can’t stop, I have to get to them.
You failed.
“Tell me where you are” I shout trying to listen for them over the constant overbearing dripping sound, wailing as a timer of my horror. “Why aren’t you here daddy?” I recognize my youngest daughter’s cry that time, stopping my feet from moving, buckling to my knees.
You can’t protect them.
“I’m here baby, I promise.” I cough crawling to her voice, becoming blinded by smoke. The dripping it’s faster. God, it won’t stop. I can’t breathe. I can’t make it to them.
Drip.
“We see you, daddy.” I squint up, still trying to drag my body across the burning floor. It’s them. I can only see small shadowing figures, but it has to be them. It has to. “Hey come here, it’s okay.” I smile, as the figures slowly float toward me.
Drip.
You’re going to lose them.
The ground shakes, a large crack splintering in the floor traveling toward them. They scream scrambling to hold each other. “Daddy the ground is moving.”
Drip.
“Hold on, I’m here.” Get up, Matt. Get up now.
Drip.
“We’re falling daddy, save us.” My burning eyes freeze, watching the ground begin to crumble beneath my loves, my reason for living.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“Matt…”
“Matt!”
She half stepped backward to let me stand, towering over her frame once I was in front of her. She shyly dropped her eyes, scanning over the t-shirt and gym shorts I slept in to keep her comfortable. “Sorry to wake you, I’m going to grab a shower to relax” I announce causing her to look back up. She only nodded before clumsily whirling toward her bed.
“Matt you need to wake up.” I lunged up from the bed, looking at Y/N staring at me with worried eyes. “Are you okay?” She whispers gently touching my shoulder. My hand still clenching my chest, gasping for air to calm my body. I look over to her hand on my shoulder, causing her to withdraw it quickly, looking down to the ground sheepishly.
“I’m okay. Bad dream” I answered trying to convince myself also. Her eyes narrowed contemplating to push further, biting the corner of her lip pulling my eyes down to the plump flesh. “Okay. If you need to talk, I’m always here.” She smiled so sweetly it was almost annoying. Reverting my eyes to her own, I nodded weakly, before standing from the bed.
Once in the small bathroom, I turn on the water first to let it warm before undressing and stepping under the stream. The hot water only reminded me again of the awful dream I keep having, making my muscles tense. Realistically, tense had been my only state the past months. I’m going to snap if it gets any worse, but I don’t see any glimpse of hope. All I feel is lonely. And angry, so damn angry.
I haven’t even been able to relieve myself since I moved. With so much worry and pain always clouding my mind, I feel like an unstable bomb waiting to blow. Desperate to release some of this pressure I wrap my hand around my cock, using the warm water to gently stroke over myself.
I let my head fall back against the shower wall, clenching my eyes shut tight, biting onto my lip to keep in a deprived moan. Just think of anything but her.
“Fuck, come on.” I pump faster, feeling my chest starting to rise faster. My hips jerk toward as my thumb circles over my tip, a groan vibrating through my chest. Finally, I was getting close. I’d give anything to hear a pretty little voice crying my name.
You’re losing them.
No, God, please. Not now. My throat instantly squeezes, the haunting burning feeling in my chest returning. I tried to stop the loud sob that bypassed my pride, folding my face over into my hands, letting the salty tears mix with the water running over. I can’t do this.
I flip the water off, taking one step out of the shower before catching a glimpse of the defeated man in the small mirror. Before I could stop myself; my fist collided with the wall. The full force of months of frustration shattering the mirror.
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You were just about to drift back to sleep when you thought you heard a moan come from the shower. The shower Matt just entered. You freeze to listen more carefully, you then hear a faint profanity moaned again. You feel guilty that a shock tingled straight to your core, but it wasn’t meant for you to hear.
Even if you weren’t invading his privacy, Matt has a beautiful family. You shake the thought, turning to face the wall opposite the bathroom. Of course; with your damned luck, his next moan was louder, you couldn’t stop the mental image of Matt’s tall, muscular body flexing as he pleasured himself. Stop, this is wrong.
Matt and yourself had been friends a couple of years, ever since your start at the BAU. You adored his loyalty to his family and held a secret guilty pleasure of watching him be a badass in the field. That’s why when there was a shortage of rooms you agreed to room with him because it was never awkward, he always made you feel comfortable.
You clench your thighs trying to stop your thoughts, but it honestly didn’t help. Your thought is interrupted by a loud crashing sound from the shower. You jump up running to the shower, pushing through the door. “Matt are you okay?” You yell as the door swings open, but the sight in front of you silences you.
He slowly looks up to you, his chest still heaving, water dripping down his body that had nothing covering it. After looking for a second too long you turn your face to the side, feeling the blush taking over your skin. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were hurt.” You stutter, seeing him reach for a towel out of your peripheral vision.
“It’s okay.” He finally breathes, his voice doesn’t sound the same. It sounds empty. You turn back slowly, finding him still staring at you with the towel clinging lowly on his hips. There was undeniable pain in his eyes, it made your heart wrench. You wanted to ask him again, something was clearly bothering him the past months. You couldn’t even recall seeing him smile. Not wanting to pry, you turn from him to walk away from the embarrassment.
“Kristy and I separated.” It’s barely a whisper, but you caught it just as you exited the door. Your feet became heavy, not sure how to react to the information. You look back at his dark eyes, everything in you wanted to hug him, but after the recent events, you decided against it. Matt let out a long sigh, almost as to be relieved to say it.
You initially wonder why he would choose to tell you first, he was closer with some of the other team, like Luke. You always hated situations like these. How do you respond to that news? There is only so many time a person can hear “I’m sorry” before it’s as dreadful as the event itself.
“How long?” You ask softly. “6 months” He cringed slightly at his words. “I’m so sorry Matt.” You offer not knowing what else to say, by the way his jaw clenched signaled it was ill-timed. “Stop. Please. I don’t need sympathy right now, okay?” He snapped taking a step closer to you. You had sadly been through a heartbreak, so you understood how he feels.
“Well, what do you need?” You ask, purposefully not making it about yourself. His eyes drop slowly over your body, making you feel naked in your silk pajama set. He took another step forward, only leaving an arm’s length between your bodies, the air around you suddenly feeling thick.
“I need to forget.” His delayed answer making your air hitch. “Forget how?” You stare at him with doe eyes, asking if he was implying what you believed he was. “With you.” Is all he answered, and you never believed two such simple words could make you question your morals. “I just need to forget for a little while.” He continues, but now closing the space between you. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, trying to convince yourself not to sleep with your coworker.
“We work together.” You use your last bit of self-control to alter. “Yeah, and last week I remember you saying it had been a while for you because we work so much. We can help each other.” His reasoning sounding much more appealing than your own. Your eyes graze down his abs again, following the v-shaped lines that faded under the white towel, causing you to let out a defeated sigh.
“Stop biting that damn lip.” He groans boxing you in between his arms, but still refraining from touching you. A smirk played at your lips looking up at him. “I can’t help it.” You admit pushing yourself back flush to the door frame. “Then I can’t help this.”
Matt’s kiss was powerful and soft at the same time, cupping both hands to your waist. One of your hands hooked around his neck while leaving the other free to feel down his torso. You thought you could’ve been dreaming until you felt him lightly nip the lip he told you to stop biting, causing you to moan against his lips. He paused kissing you to pick you up pushing against the frame, as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist.
“Stop me now.” He muffled into your neck kissing teasingly over your pulse point, holding you up by your hips. “Don’t you dare stop” You groan needing more. He smirks against your skin before carrying you to the closest bed, pushing your bodies into the mattress.
You pull him back down to you but passing his lips to attach wet kisses down his neck, running your fingers through his short hair. His cool hands send chills over your skin as he explored your curves, stopping eventually at the band of your silk shorts. He tugged them down slowly also hooking your underwear, sitting up to finish removing them.
After throwing the clothes to the ground, he ran a hand up each of your legs parting them enough to admire your bare center, your body squirming just from his stare. He settled back between your legs, using his hips to further spread you for him.
“Matt, please.” You whine growing impatient. He chuckles lightly at you before you finally caressing over your pussy with his fingertips. “God, you’re so ready for me.” Matt moans feeling you, making your hips buckle from the light touch.
Not wasting any more time, Matt tugs his towel away, letting you take in his naked body for a second time. Now bare, he wraps his arm around your waist sliding you down to better align with him. He left a few more kisses along your jaw before burying himself into you, his hands flung up to grip the headboard, crying out at the sensation of feeling you mold to him. His head hung between his arms hovering inches above yours, he kept his eyes on yours as he began to thrust slowly. Tears form in his eyes again, everything he was feeling swimming in them.
“I - I’m sorry…I haven’t” He starts trying to explain, but you didn’t need an explanation. “Shhh. You’re okay.” You whisper holding both sides of his face tenderly. He didn’t say any words, but his eyes thanked you for understanding. You sweetly smile and kiss him gently again, running your hands over the painfully tight muscles in his shoulders. After reassuring him, he gradually increased his pace until you couldn’t help sinking your nails into his back, rocking your hips to match his rhythm.
“Fuck” Matt grunts against your neck, as you wrap your legs tighter around him to go deeper. He fucked you harder causing you to gasp, you could have never imagined Matt making you feel like this. The headboard began making cracking sounds under the pressure of Matt’s hands, you looked up to see how hard he gripped it with both hands, causing his knuckles to become white. Unsure of his own strength at the moment, he let the frame take the force of him, gripping harder as you drove him mad with each thrust into your oasis.
“You feel so good Matt, I’m so close.” You cry feeling your climax building. He moans at your words, lifting himself to see your face. You reach for the pillow beside you to muffle the scream you felt building in your chest the closer he pushed you to finish, but Matt tore it away from your face just as you begin unraveling.
“I want to see you cum y/n” He demands, on cue it makes you scream his name falling apart under him, finally gripping onto you to steady your thrashing body. Matt groans out at you squeezing around his pulsing cock, drawing out the last of your orgasm before he rushed to his knees retreating from you. You watch breathlessly as Matt takes himself in his hand to finish all over your stomach, with a hard jerk of his hips, his eyes fluttering trying to stay on you.
“Shit, that was so hot.” You smile once you both could speak again. “Oh yeah?” He chuckles at you and then heads to the bathroom to get a washcloth. He returned handing you then warm cloth, awkwardness filling the air between you. The awkward tension that you feared would come from this.
“Uh, thanks” You mutter keeping your eyes down. Quickly wiping your stomach, and retreating to the restroom. Once the door was closed, you rested your head against it, taking in a deep breath as your body still tingled. You couldn’t stop the smile that formed thinking about what just happened.
After gathering yourself and using the restroom, you walked back into the hotel room to find Matt gone. What did you do wrong? You look to the alarm clock that blinked 5:12, far too early for work. He just left without a word. You pick up your phone, noticing a text message from Matt.
Matt:Went to the gym
Is all he sent.
Reader:Be safe
You reply throwing the phone on the bed with a sigh. Now you were the one feeling lonely.
Summary: Frustrated with your sex life at home, your ex-boyfriend Spencer is willing to offer guilty, sweet relief.
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“Mrs. Y/N” A male voice announces a mispronounced version of your name behind you.“It’s Y/N” You huff, turning around to see your ass of a boss. “Yeah. I need you to work late today.” “I can’t. I have plans, and I worked late on Monday.” You argue. “And you will stay again until those files are complete. Do we have a problem?” He hisses back. This is so unfair.
“No, I’ll get it done.” You fake a smile. If you hadn’t worked so hard to get a job at the Bureau, you would give him a piece of your mind. An hour later most of the other employees slowly gathered their belongings and headed home. Including your boss.
After what seemed like years of paperwork, you heard footsteps coming closer. You glanced above your desk and there was Spencer, winking at you as he passed. You wonder what he was doing here so late and on this floor. He is your ex, you two dated when you worked on the BAU floor. He was almost the perfect boyfriend, you just couldn’t deal with the unpredictable schedule and lifestyle. He understood, and there weren’t any hard feelings between the two of you.
You watch him walk until he is out of sight, gosh he always looked so delicious. You started going through papers again, and then almost jumped out of your skin feeling a touch upon bow of your back. You looked back over your shoulder to see no other than Spencer. “Can I help you?” You ask after catching your breath. He leaned down near your neck. “Why so tense Y/N?” His husky voice sending a shock straight to your insides.
“I’m not tense, you frightened me.” You answered his double-edged question. “If you say so dear.” He whispered into your ear, you had to bite your tongue making sure not to show any reaction. He then started walking away, you made sure he was far away enough before letting out a sigh of frustration. Focus on your work so you can leave you mumbled to yourself.
Everyone else knew him as sweet Spencer, but there was another side to him. In his romantic relationships, he was very confident, apposed to his more shy work demeanor. You still had regular flashbacks of your times with him, which made you feel terrible being married now. Even worse, you still hadn’t been able to cut your physical ties to Spencer, he just knew exactly what you needed.
You tried your hardest, clenching your thighs together, determined to keep yourself together. But all you could think about was him, you caught yourself biting your lip. It was no use. You quickly stand and walk towards the elevators, heels clicking loudly. You caught the door just before closing and step in. Spencer was standing in the corner of the elevator with his devilish smirk, you look away acting as if you didn’t see him.
“Where are you headed?” He chuckles, always so cocky. Although, he knows you get to him also. You bend over and adjusted your heel strap slowly, making sure your skirt hugged your ass tightly. You then stood and glanced over to see his eyes studying you fiercely, his amazing jawline clinched. “I’m going to the third floor.” You answered softly and pushed the button.
You got off of the elevator not looking back at him, but knowing he was watching. Once you heard the elevator doors close you hurried to the abandoned office to get ready. You position yourselfagainst the desk, removing your hairpin letting it fall. You knew he would come, he always did.
Just as you thought a few minutes later the door opens, he shut and locked the door all while not taking his sight off of you. He slowly started walking forward, rolling up the sleeves of his collared shirt. You could feel your panties becoming damp, just from his stare.
Spencer stopped inches from you, then leaned forward resting his hands on the desk, boxing you in. He leaned in, barely letting his lip brush your ear. “Was that you’re way of being amusing?” He asks sharply, your body tenses, eyes clamping shut at his tone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. ” “Hmm…is that so.” He whispers sending more chills down your spine.
You then felt his hand firmly grip your thigh through your skirt causing you to jump. “Don’t act like you didn’t bend over in this little tight skirt on purpose, you wanted me to come down here.” “You followed me.” You smarted back “We both know why you came down here. Why you’re so tense. I bet you’re already wet just from me barely touching you” He tightened the grip on your thigh with every word, him talking like that always made your body tremble. You hated that he was right, and he knew it.
“And what if I did.” You challenge back, magically you were still somewhat keeping your composure. “Well, then you know what you have to do.” You couldn’t believe he was so full of himself, actually, he was always like this in these tense situations. You had seen this side of him a few times while dating, but it still always took your breath away, because it was so different from his sweet and shy personality. You loved both sides.
"No" You spat quickly, enjoying the game you two always played. “Then I’ll just make you beg.” He growls and burrowed his lips into your neck, causing you to let out a moan instantly. He lifts, sitting you on the desk, pushing your legs apart roughly causing your skirt to rise. You pull him closer to you meeting his lips, his kisses were so dominant. Everything about him was dominant when he got you alone. You needed a man like that.
Still kissing you he slowly unbuttoned your top, exposing your body to him. He parted from you to glance down at your body, licking his lips like a starved animal. “Did you wear this for me, baby?” He asked admiring your very thin lace bra. “Maybe. Maybe I wore it for someone else” you shrug. He stared into your eyes.
“Stand up now.” He demanded, backing off of you. Gosh yes, you loved when he told you what to do. You stand, pulling your skirt back down. “I’ll handle that.” He said and then keeled before you, yanking the skirt down to the floor. You gasp from the slight pain of the tight skirt pulling against your skin, but honestly, you didn’t mind the pain. He stared up at you now just in underwear, never taking his eyes off yours, and slowly ran his fingers up your knees, up between your thighs, and finally reaching your core. He guides his finger over the fabric.
“Why are these soaked?” He asks smirking, you grip onto the desk trying not to give in. He pulled down your wet panties and pulled them over your heels. “Mmm, I love you standing in front of me naked, all soaked for me.” He huffed, staring at your most private parts. Damn it, he made you feel so wrong but so right at the same time.
“What do you want Y/N.” He asks still kneeling below you. "I didn’t say I wanted anything.“ "I think you do, why else would you come to the 3rd floor?” He said softly and began kissing the inside of your thigh. “Oh my gosh.” You moaned out involuntarily. He inched up closer to your core, biting just to tease you. You couldn’t take much more, you needed him and he knew it. “Please.” You screamed. Without another second passing, he began devouring you, licking up all your juices. You couldn’t help but moaning his name.
“Spencer” you cried out too loud, but the way he worked your clit with his tongue was unbelievable. “That’s right, you know who’s name to scream don’t you baby.” He taunts, barely audible between your legs. You cried out as he spread your legs wider to give him more access. Your legs became weak from his pleasure, and you knew it was close. “Spencer I’m gonna cum.” You yelled, so close you didn’t care if anyone heard. Then the pleasure suddenly stopped.
“Not yet. I’m not done with you.” He stated standing and bring his lips back to yours. You could taste yourself on his mouth, it was so hot. “Please, Spencer.” You breathed heavy. “Not good enough, please what?” Ugh, he is always like this. “Please make me cum, I need it.” You swallowed your pride. “Why do you need me to make you cum, does your husband not make you cum?”
You hesitate to answer so he plunged two fingers into you. “Ah, shit” you moaned out, letting your head fall back. “Tell me now.” He growled pumping his fingers faster than you knew possible into your soaked folds. You gripped onto his shoulders, crying out in pleasure. “Fuck yes” you scream, you were right there again. He suddenly removes his fingers and you look to see him smiling at you.
“Come on dear, just say it and I’ll make you cum just how you like.” He whispers in your ear and then trailed kisses down to your breast. He took one of your nipples in his mouth. You couldn’t help but groan at how sensitive they are now. How does he do this to you? He sucked and tugged on your nipples, making your wetness drip down to your thigh.
“Please!” You cried out, about to explode with need. He came up from your nipples. Suddenly he grabbed your hand pressing it hard against his dick. You gripped him feeling how long and so hard it was pulsing. You gulp, him still staring at you with dark eyes. You finally gave in.
“He doesn’t make me feel like you, nobody fucks me like you.” You need the release and didn’t care at this point. “That’s all you had to say, baby.” He chuckled removing his hand and then bent you over the desk. “You ready for this?” He asks still being cocky. “Yes, please fuck my pussy.” You were beyond desperate at this point. He growled in approval and roughly pounds his dick into you. You cry out feeling your insides stretched around his large size.
You grab for the desk needing something to hold from the hard pounding he was giving you. “Ah you take my dick so well Y/N” Spencer groaned. He kept a steady hard pace, killing you. “Shit, don’t stop.” You pleaded.
“Say my name.” He groans. You moaned out his name softly. “No louder, who fucks you like this?” He grows this time fucking you even harder. You could feel your climax coming. He never lets you forget that he fucks you better than anyone else ever has.
“Spencer” you scream as he took you over the edge making your body shake from the rush. He began moaning loudly himself and then found his own release before he collapsed on top of you. After catching his breath he removed himself, you both stood feeling the tension fill the room. Neither of you liked this, but he was like a drug to you.
“We weren’t supposed to do this anymore.” You huff after returning your clothes. “It’s not my fault your husband can’t do what I can.” He winked and you rolled your eyes before quickly leaving the room.
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Summary: Y/N offers herself to Spencer desperate to relieve his stress from work and family. In return, Spencer reveals his fear in their relationship.
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You heard the front door open, and then the shuffle of his keys and satchel being sat down. You could tell just by his voice on the phone earlier that day he was on a rough case. Hearing him like that, and having to call him with bad news felt awful. The center his mother is receiving treatment at called and wanted to talk to him about issues with her new treatment.
“Hey handsome” you smiled walking toward him, hoping somehow it would help. “Hey” he replied with a flat tone, his voice slightly scratchy. A long sigh followed from him. He gave you a very brief hug barely touching you, and then began loosening his tie.
You knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want to see you, he just didn’t have anything left. He gave so much of himself to others, some days there wasn’t anything left for you. You didn’t mind, you loved him through it all because you knew he loved you more than anything.
“Are you hungry, I made dinner.” You asked softly, watching him begin to unbutton his shirt. He just shook his head no, not looking up. You expected that, but it was worth a shot.
You cupped your hand softly against his jaw, the beautiful face you had admired so many times. Lifting his face slightly to look in his eyes, the pain you saw made your stomach clench.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You whispered, his eyes instantly clenched shut. “I… I can’t tonight.” He huffed and reopened his eyes, giving you a knowing look that meant please don’t do this. You knew you had to though. “You have to talk about it babe, please.”
“Damn it, I said not tonight.” Spencer yelled removing your hand, retreating toward your shared bedroom. You quickly followed him, desperately trying to think of a way to help his pain. “You cannot keep bottling it all in Spencer. It’s eating you alive.” You stated once in the bedroom with him, his back was to you but he turned swiftly hearing your words.
You jumped at his voice booming suddenly “Talking about this now isn’t going to fix anything. It is not going to make me feel better. It is not going to help my mom get better. It is not going to bring those little girls back to their parents.” His chest heaved against the half opened shirt, you could feel the anger and frustration radiating from him. You finally understood why he was so upset, elementary aged girls were killed during this case.
“Then take it out on me.” You whispered, your voice much smaller than his. His eyes slightly narrowed, surly trying to figure exactly what you were saying. Your voice was more certain this time “Take it out on me please, I hate seeing you like this.”
You stepped closer to him, watching the eternal battle he was having with himself. “No. I hurt you last time.” He replied shaking his head. You slid your hand into his, holding tightly. “That was different, I asked you to do that.” Spencer still looked unsure, he was such a stubborn person.
“I don’t even know if I would be able to control mys…” he started but you cut him off. “I trust you Spencer. With everything.” You whispered, staring into his eyes. He knew you meant it. His chest started raising at an increasing rate, his eyes darkening.
“What if I hurt you?” Spencer asked worry lacing his now soft deep voice, sending tingles down your spine. “I can take it, trust me okay? I want you to take what you need.” You assured him, biting your bottom lip. Judging by how his grip slightly tightened when he glanced down to your lip, you knew you had him hooked.
“Are you sure?” He asked now mere inches from your face, taking in the smell of sweet coffee on his breath. “Use me. Please… Sir” Like the snap of a bow, as soon as the name left your mouth he flipped. He shut it all out, all of his attention now on you.
“Strip now.” He ordered calmly, rolling up his sleeves to the bend of his elbow. You watched as his long fingers folded the fabric, biting your bottom lips at the sight of his now exposed veins up his forearm.
You started with your top quickly tossing it behind you, the same with your shorts. His intense stare made your knees shake, as you fidget with the clasp of the bra. His eyes briefly dropped to your breast as the bra fell. He closed the space between yourselves, roughly taking your chin in his grip.
“I’m going to tie you down and do exactly what I want, and I don’t want to hear a fucking sound unless I give you permission. Understood?” He asked smoothly, you would usually give a verbal response but with the instructions you just quickly nodded.
He took your hand and walked you over to the large bed. After placing you on your back in the center, he reached under the bed to retrieve the cuffs connected to each corner. Once he was satisfied with the restraints he walked over to your shared closet, and you knew he was getting toys.
You watched as he walked back to you, holding his hands behind his back. Gosh, just looking at him caused a pool between your thighs. His wild eyes, shirt hanging loosely on his lean body. “Close your eyes.” He instructed and you complied. You felt his presence next to you, and then a warm finger trace up your side. Your back arched up at his touch, you had to bite your tongue to keep from moaning already.
“I barely touched you.” He chuckled more to himself. Your breathing became heavy waiting for whatever was coming next. You soon found your answer, in the shock of a vibration shooting through one of your nipples. The shock caused you to jolt against the chains you were cuffed to, and a silent gasp escaped your lips.
Your eyes shot open to see the devilish smirk on Spencer’s face, and the wand he held against your breast. He teasingly moved the wand up and down all the sensitive spots of your body that he knew all too well. Everywhere except where you wanted most.
“Awe look at you panting like a little slut.” He snickered while pressing the vibrator directly onto your clit. You couldn’t stop the cry that came from your mouth that time, he quickly removed the wand.
“Tsk tsk. See I was just going to say you could not cum, but now since you can’t be a good girl…you are going to cum…until I say stop.” He growled and roughly pushed the head of the wand to your peak again. Your head shot back against the pillow, toes curling into the covers. You felt him moving around your thigh, you glanced down. Your eyed grew wide at the site.
He used rope to tie the wand against your inner thigh, leaving the head pressed firmly against your now soaked folds. Shit he really was trying to torture you. “Please Sir, I won’t do it again.” You begged, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure. He lifted his head up slowly now finished securing the vibrator. His hand quickly snapped against the left side of your face, you gasped as your head snatched back to look at him.
His dark eyes showed absolutely no emotion, you could feel a tear building in the corner of your eye from the slap. “You do not argue with me, are you going to be a good little slut or do you want me to leave you here like this.” Deep down you think he would maybe do it, and the thought somehow made you want him even more.
You answered shaking your head no, trying to keep your eyes from shutting. “Maybe since you can’t figure out how to keep your mouth shut, I'll fill it for you.” He informed you and then removed his pants and boxers.
He gently straddled across your stomach, you couldn’t help but to stare at his gorgeous dick resting between your breast. He added another pillow under your head, tilting it further up to him. Your whole body stated to shake, you felt the sensation pulling in the pit of your stomach.
“Is my little girl about to cum?” He laughed watching your eyes roll back. Your mouth gaped open as the high hit your body, which he took advantage of by inserting his dick into. Causing you to choke at the surprise, not having a chance to catch your breath from your orgasm. “Fucking take it.” He growled gripping your hair tight, and began literally fucking your face.
The clanking from the chains rang from his rugged thrust, almost drowning out your muffled cries. Your body couldn’t focus on a single thing, between the wand strapped to you not giving you a break from the relenting pleasure. Spencer towering above you, moving his dick in and out of your mouth as he pleased. Your body squirming under him, unable to keep your eyes open from the pleasure you were being forced to receive.
He barely removed himself long enough for you to catch your breath, and along with trying to fight another orgasm from ripping through your limp body it was becoming too much. You almost cried out your safe word, but looking up through your lashes to see his face you stopped.
He looked so beautiful, a small smile finally grew to his face, a thin layer of sweat glistening over his body, his eyes hung heavy with pleasure. He looked like he was finally at peace, even if it was only for a short while you couldn’t take that from him. You trust him completely, and you knew what he needed. You honestly could not say that you didn’t like when he played with you, is satisfied a deep twisted want you always had.
His groans become loud, and you felt him twitch in your throat. He quickly removed himself from your mouth, not wanting to finish there. You drew in a large breath once he removed him self from above you. Relief was only short-lived when you felt your body about to betray you again.
“Please Sir.” You coughed out with a shaky voice from how vigorously your legs were now shaking. “Aw what’s wrong?” He smirked with a wicked smile. “I can’t take it.” You muttered weakly. He leaned in close to your neck “You’re going to be a good girl and take your punishment aren’t you?” He whispered sending a shock down your spine, and just like that you knew you would do whatever he said.
“Yes, I want my punishment” You felt him smirk against your neck. “Good girl…” he started praising sweetly, you weren’t expecting his next words. “Now cum” he growled, your body instantly arched, your eyes rolling back into your head. He watched your body with a satisfied glare, pleased with your orgasm on command. You screamed out his name until your body came back to earth.
You finally calmed down enough to open your eyes, and looked down to find him removing the wand. You let a sigh of relief blow from your lips, causing him to bring his eyes to yours. “Don’t get too excited sweetheart, you’re not done. I’m just going to make you cum myself.“ he corrected my short sense of relief.
“Fuck baby” he huffed once the toy was removed and his sight was focused between your legs. You became slightly nervous until he spoke again. “I wish you could see how you’re dripping all over the bed, my little pussy is all swollen and wet.” He continued, you could tell he had become lost in his thoughts as his facial expression softened.
It quickly changed as he climbed up beside you, and dipped his finger between your folds. You started whimpering again just at his slightest touch. Your body was so sensitive every light touch felt like fire, you couldn’t deny that only he could do this to you.
“Who made you this wet?” He asked as he began to work his long finger inside you. “You did.” You whispered barely audible from you focusing on his finger starting to drive you insane. He wasn’t pleased with your answer judging by how he roughly slammed another finger into your soaked opening, pushing as far as he could. “Louder! Who makes you this wet? Who's fucking slut are you?”
Your air hitched in your throat, at his sudden outburst. His face just inches from yours, the rage in his eyes made you speechless. You had never seen him so angry. You were so taken aback by his behavior you forgot to answer him, which just added fuel to the fire.
“Fine.” He states simply, and quickly removed his fingers. He abruptly went to remove the cuffs at your ankles and then wrist. “I’m sorry…” you sat up and started to apologize afraid he was stopping because of you, but you were quickly cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat, throwing you against the mattress.
“Don’t bother answering, everyone is about to know whose slut you are. I promise.” He purred while situating himself between your legs. He roughly slammed into you, not removing the hand from around your neck.
“Fuckkk” you screamed out digging your nails into his back, your body never gets used to his size. “Shit.” You heard his groan as he started stretching your walls, pounding fiercely not letting you adjust. His grip tightened around your neck, you couldn’t help the devious smirk that grew on your face. He moved the hand on your neck, and landed a sharp slap against the side of your face. You couldn’t help but to moan at that too, not caring if there would be a mark tomorrow.
“There’s my dirty girl.” He moaned out through his clenched jaw. He leaned back onto his knees, watching you falling apart under him. “Please don’t make me again” you begged feeling your muscles starting to tighten around his cock deep inside you. It only made him want to push you further. He reached behind his body retrieving the vibrator again pressing it hard against your clit, not slowing his thrust. “Spencer!” You screamed loud enough for the whole building to hear, clenching into his arms for dear life.
“Fucking take it. You asked for this.” He growled. You clenched your eyes shut, feeling your climax coming for the fourth or fifth time you had lost track at this point. He began bucking wildly as the toy was also pleasing him as he sunk into your wanting hole over and over. The sight of him pleasing himself while he pleased you was all you could take. “Shit Spencer. Baby I’m gonna… fuck.. Spencer” You couldn’t complete a sentence through your yelled sobs.
“Cum for daddy while I fill your tight pussy.” He moaned out and both of your bodies shook coercing your releases from each other. He fell over onto you, letting the toy roll off the bed. You both gasped in gulps of air, clinging to each other. Once you could finally hear over your own breaths, you heard a sniffle from Spencer. Then a drop of liquid ran down your shoulder and his chest started shaking against yours. Is he crying?
Shit. Spencer was crying, he never cried. At least not in front of you, it had only ever happened once before in your relationship. You cupped the back of his head tenderly, shifting your body, so he could lay on you more comfortably. You didn’t say anything, you just let him cry into the base of your neck. He started sobbing loudly, so you pulled him against you harder and dragged the blanket over your bodies, trying to let him know you were here for him.
“Please don’t leave me.” He stuttered out through tears. “Why wo…” you started to ask why he would say that, but he kept going. “Please. You’re the only thing keeping me together. Please don’t ever leave me.” He was breaking your heart.
“Hey look at me” you stated seriously, taking his face in your hands forcing him to look at you. Tears began pooling in your eyes seeing him look so defeated, with tears still running down his face. He didn’t deserve this.
“I love you more than anything Spencer. Don’t you ever worry about that okay? You are the most amazing man I have ever met, why would I leave?” “Because I don’t give you what you deserve. I’m always too busy or too tired. I’m sorry.”
You couldn’t believe him. “Stop it. Now. I am very happy being with you okay? I promise I will tell you if I’m not, please don’t worry about that too. Deal?” You asked, he nodded finally starting to calm himself. You gently wiped the tears from his face, and softly kissed his lips.
“I love you so much y/n.” He whispered laying back on your shoulder, taking your hand in his. “I know baby” you giggled lightly. “Thank you for that, you did amazing. I know I was probably too rough.” “I’m okay, I just wanted to try to help you.” You heard him laugh “I don’t think there is anyone else that would do something like that for me.” “Well I sure hope not” you joked laughing with him.
“I just don’t know how to deal with all of this.” He sighed, you began playing with his hair knowing it relaxed him. “You don’t have to deal with it alone. I’m here. Always.” “I can’t ask you to do that. “ He huffed against your neck. “You didn’t ask me, I want to. And you’re stuck with me now love.” You giggled he lifted on his arms and looked into your eyes with a serious expression.
“Are you sure?” He asked searching your eyes. “Yes” you answered without hesitation. “Really sure?” He asked again causing you to roll your eyes. “Yes. Stop asking me silly.”
“Fine” he responded and quickly stood from the bed. He walked towards your closet again, you could hear him moving things around. “What are you doing?” You ask stepping out of bed, the cool air reminding you of your naked state. You started to walk toward the closet wanting to make sure Spencer wasn’t leaving, but your legs were still weak causing you to pause.
Spencer walked back into your bedroom, giving you a nervous smile. “What were you doing?” You asked curiously. He walked close to you gently grasping one side of your face, pulling you into a short but breathtaking kiss. “You’re positive? He asked again after releasing your lips, swallowed hard like when he was anxious. You sighed over dramatically “Yes!”
“Then marry me.” He spat out so quickly you almost didn’t catch it. Your entire body froze like a deer in headlights. “Huh?” Was all you could respond initially, he watched intently as you processed his words. You blinked rapidly finally understanding “Are you serious?” You asked finally breathing, he caught you completely off guard.
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” He replied and then held a beautiful ring up in front of your eyes. You gasped, your shaking hand coming to cover your mouth. “I’ve had this for a while, trying to find the right time but I just realized I couldn’t wait any longer.” He smiled still sounding nervous. You felt tears coming to your eyes again, but for a completely different reasons than before. He then slowly dropped to one knee before you, pushing his wild hair away from his face.
“Y/n will you marry me?” He breathed out smiling up at you. You could help but to burst out laughing, he jumped slightly at your reaction. “Umm…does that mean no?” You shook your head trying to pull yourself together “Its just that I never thought you would propose to me naked, or with us all gross covered in sex.” He looked at the situation and also started laughing with you. “I’m sorry you’re right. I can ask you again and make it more romantic.” He replied rising from his knee.
“No it’s perfect.” You smiled linking your hands around his neck. “Of course I’ll marry you Spencer.” He smiled the biggest you had seen in a long time and then picked you up in his arms hugged tightly as he spun you around. He stopped spinning and placed you back on the ground. You took your left hand and extended it to him, he gently slid the ring up your finger. Of course, it fit perfectly, you were so in love with it.
“Its so beautiful” you stared still in awe, tears starting to fall from your eyes.” I’m glad you like it.” Spencer smiled, pulling you in kissing his now fiancé sweetly. “I love it, I love you!” You told him, still pecking at his lips not wanting to stop ever. He laughed into your kisses “I love you more baby girl”
