"Jay..." you gasped, your thighs trembling. "I can't take it anymore..."
He held you steady, his fingers digging into your skin as he forced you to keep moving. "What do you mean, you can't? You've only been on top of me for a few minutes, princess. Are you tired already?"
You moaned in response, sweat trickling down his chest, your legs shaking, feeling a burning sensation in your inner thighs from exhaustion. He sat up slightly, pressing his chest to yours, his mouth next to your ear.
"You're so spoiled, why did I let you be like this?" he whispered with a crooked smile. "Used to lying down and letting them fuck you without lifting a damn finger."
Already frustrated, he took you by the waist and began to raise and lower you forcefully on his cock, surprising you by feeling him so deep inside you, drawing a desperate moan from you.
"You like it when everything is done to you, huh? Just spread your legs and stay like a good little doll?" he growled in your ear. "But I'm not going to be so good to you today. I want you shaking and begging me to cum."
You stared at him, his hand still tugged in your hair, causing you to hold his needy gaze, lips parted, pleasure tearing through you. "I can't... fuck... Jason..."
"Yes, you can," he said, and spanked you hard, making you squeal. "You're going to do it. You're going to learn to earn every damn orgasm. You have to learn how to be a good slut for me."
You were moving clumsily, exhausted, and then Jason, truly frustrated by your supposed attempt, took complete control. He lowered you to the mattress without leaving your pussy and began to thrust into you hard again and again, relentless.
"Look how easily my little princess gives in," he mocked, his voice husky next to your ear. "Look at that silly little face, you love my cock, don't you? So obsessed."
Your nails raked his back, trying to hold on to something, anything, as he broke your rhythm with each deep thrust.
"This is what you get for being so comfortable, huh? I spoiled you too much," he growled, his teeth marking your neck, his tongue licking right where it hurt. "But not anymore. You're going to learn that if you don't go to work, you're going to have to beg me to let you come."
"Jason..." you cried, your uncontrolled moans spilling from your mouth without any filter. "I'm gonna cum..."
“Not yet, doll,” he warned, digging his fingers into your hip. “Not without my permission.”
He pounded into you harder, his body hitting yours with a wet, messy sound, his chest pressed against yours, his breath hot against your face.
"Tell me you want it. Whose damn needy cunt is this?"
“ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃? 𝐈’𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹 ” ft. prisoner! sukuna x psychologist! reader
— you’ve been assigned to the supposed most ‘dangerous’ prisoner, sukuna. but what happens when you two start to fall for each other instead?
✧ cw: smut, quick paced, semi public sex, risky sex, choking, kissing, pussy eating, blow jobs, breeding, creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, age gap
✧ wc: 4.7k
✧ a/n: i am not a doctor and i am especially not specialized in psychology. i have made up all of this. also don’t sleep with murderers unless it’s sukuna
Your heels clicked loudly on the stained prison tiles. The echo of your soft footsteps trailing along the narrow walls of the enclosed hallway.
Sukuna.
That was the prisoner you were assigned to. A man who had killed more people than you’d met in your entire life as a doctor, a psychologist at that. So you’d met a lot of people.
Two guards trailed closely behind you, glaring warningly at the inmates who smirked as you walked past the line of cells. A collection of whistles and cheers sounding at the mere sight of a woman as attractive as yourself.
How long had it been since they’d seen one after all.
“Hey Doc… you sure you wanna take this case.. i mean, i don’t doubt ya or anything but this one.. he’s bad. Dangerous.”
“Now what kind of doctor would i be if i feared a little danger. He’s still a patient.” You smiled, ignoring the way your hairs stood as you were led deeper into the institution. The part where they held those deemed a danger to society.
Those who had a no chance of even seeing sunlight again.
You were nervous, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when you scanned your surroundings. There weren’t any cells. There were only.. rooms. Fully enclosed rooms with a singular window for passing food.
Every part of your being begged for you to turn around and run. To not even interact with whoever sat on the other side of that door. And you froze when bright red eyes pierced into yours. The rest of his face casted behind a dark shadow as his head tilted back. Giving you sight to the small smirk creeping onto his features.
“Doc, i really think that-” It was the other guard who spoke up. Both of them holding nothing on their features but fear. It was clear that they never even bothered with Sukuna. The rumors had been enough to make every guard turn a blind eye.
“Hey, it’s fine. Okay? This is what i do.” It really was. The guard gave you a curt nod and a sigh when you clasped both his hands in your smaller one. Offering him a reassuring nod.
“If anything happens, us and about five others are stationed close. Good luck Doc.”
You gave him a small thanks, your head held high as the door was pulled open roughly. Revealing a pink haired man who sat on his bed against the walls, his eyebrow raising when you dared to step inside. Nodding to the guard to close the door.
You might as well have been a dead woman.
“You’re scared.” His deep voice rung out, keeping his eyes on you as you pulled out a small chair that was tucked away near the sink.
“And how do you know, Sukuna?” Your tone was steady, letting out a breath when the shakiness you felt wasn’t reflected in your voice.
Sukuna hummed, his smirk widening when you spoke to him like a normal being. To stuttering, no harshness. Just your sweet voice saying his name. “I can smell it, Doc.” He loved the way you tried to hide your squirm under his gaze.
“So, Sukuna. Tell me something about yourself.” You steered away from his accusation, holding eye contact even when he leaned forward. Taking you in from head to toe. You were hot, he liked that. You seemed to like being confident too. And God did you smell fucking delicious.
He wanted to eat you alive.
Break you.
Use you.
He really did. But you were so fascinating, and he’d only just met you. Who knew how entertaining you could be.
“I’ve killed people.” He was blunt, eyes almost begging you to keep asking these ridiculous questions. It was making his cock twitch.
“Well Sukuna, that is common knowledge, don’t ya think? I wanna know something else.. tell me a secret hmm?” You leaned forward with a smile, elbows rested on your knees as you looked to him for a response.
He reciprocated your actions, leaning forward until you felt his hot breath fan over your face. “A secret huh? Alright Doc..” he watched as your breathing sped up, using every strength in your body to not pull back. You were brave, he liked that. “I surprisingly don’t wanna kill you right now.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“I said right now, didn’t say anything about later.” He pushed away from you, one of his knees up to his chest when he leaned back against the concrete wall behind him. “Let me ask you, Doctor. Are you stupid?”
Your head tilted at where this was going. You were supposed to be the one asking the questions. But a conversation was two sided, this would’ve made things easier. “I’d like to believe not. Why do you ask?”
“Because you really think that if i try to kill you, some measly guards would come to your rescue.” He scoffed.
“But you don’t want to kill me. That’s all that matters.”
Fair.
Sukuna watched as you took a quick peek down at his files. There was something that you missed, that much was evident. “Finally found it huh?”
“I haven’t found anything that i didn’t see before.” You objected, glancing to the door with your lip hanging loosely between your teeth.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.” He demanded lowly, watching with lidded eyes as you let your plump bottom lip, slick after running your tongue over it, fall back into place. Sukuna breathed deeply, finally looking away from you as he swallowed hard. Closing his eyes with his head rested behind him.
There was something about you that he wanted a taste of. It was driving him crazy..er, “I never did anything to these other doctors. They were just weak. Got scared way too fast.”
“And what did you do to scare them away?”
“Nothing.” He spat, “They came in here acting all high and mighty, talked to me like i was beneath them. So i simply didn’t bother to hide how much i wanted to strangle them. And somehow that makes me the bad guy right Doc?”
You shook your head, “No, you have a right to respect too. They should never have treated you as unequals.” Lying was all in the job description.
“Good try Doc. But you and i both know that’s a load of crap.” He finally peeled his eyes back open, and you couldn’t help your mind from wandering to how attractive he was in the dim light. He was extremely built, and had the facial structure that made you clench your thighs. “Now, we gonna finish our game of twenty one questions or not?”
He was actually being cooperative.
“Yes we are. How about i start?”
“I’ll start.” There was no room for objection in his tone. “What’s your name?”
You contemplated whether to tell him or not, eventually letting it out with ease. Though you missed the small smile tugging at his lips when he muttered a small “cute.”
“My turn, what was your childhood like?” You watched his face grow cold, a small glare being directed at anything in the room but you. “Next question.”
“Sukuna..”
“I said next question. How old are you?”
You sighed, “I’m twenty eight.” His eyes widened, that was extremely young for a doctor. “Is there one good memory you have from before you killed for the first time?”
“I had twin kittens. Do you have a boyfriend?”
You were taken aback by the question, mouth opening and closing a few times before you chuckled. “No. I do not have a boyfriend.”
“Good.”
You jumped when the door was yanked open, the guard eyeing Sukuna warily before nodded to you. “Your time’s up, Doc.”
“Oh, already? Could we get just a few more minutes?”
“You know how dangerous he is Doc.. we can’t risk it.”
“You heard the man. I’m dangerous, Doctor.”
You nibbled at your lips softly, and Sukuna fought a groan as you did exactly what he warned you not to. Standing up, you gave Sukuna a warm smile, the gesture making his stomach get all weird inside. “Goodbye until our next session Sukuna.”
He only hummed, the door being shut behind you as you were led away.
It was back to darkness.
There was more than enough light, sure. But it suddenly felt so empty without you there.
—
You couldn’t keep Sukuna off your mind when you arrived home. A part of you just really wanted to figure him out. The other actually liked his company.
You must’ve been so sick in the head. Splashing your face with cold water as you mentally scolded yourself. What was wrong with you? He was a criminal.
—
The next morning you walked the path that you had taken the previous day to get to Sukuna. This time without the guards following you.
There was only one who stood outside of the door to let you in with a small nod of acknowledgement.
Sukuna’s head perked up at the familiar clicking of those heels you wore. His signature smirk on his face as he stared you down. “Just couldn’t get enough huh Doc? Aren’t you forgetting that i’m dangerous?”
You took a seat, no file in had this time. “Good morning Sukuna, how are you?”
“If i said better now that you’re here, would that be cliché?”
You laughed, an actual laugh. A sweet one that made his heart flutter the tiniest bit while blood rushed to his groin.
“It’s very good to see you too. How about we get started yeah?” You paused as you collected your thoughts. “You seem to be heavily affected by people calling you.. dangerous. Why?”
“Everybody is dangerous. It just takes pushing at the right buttons to get it out of them. Half of the people here have done just as bad as i have yet i’m the only dangerous one. Makes so much sense right?.”
He shook his head. “Tell me Doctor, do you really think i just happened to get caught? That i couldn’t get out of this damn place if i wanted too? Hell, tell me you realize that i could drop a good twenty more bodies right here, right now.”
You shifted in your seat. “I think that you let yourself get caught because you’re tired. Because there’s a small sense of peace you get from being in here. And i think that you aren’t trying to leave because you don’t want to.”
“You almost had it Doc. See, i was well on my way out until you came. So i might stick around for just a little bit longer.”
Your heart fluttered, for you? Giving up on fighting the rational side of you as you continued to engage in conversation. Getting Sukuna to slowly open up to you more.
“Do you have any friends Sukuna?”
“I don’t consider people friends. They just exist alongside me.”
“If I asked you to be your friend, what would you say?” It was routine, but you really were curious.
“I’d say you came be whatever you want to be Doc.”
Another flutter.
“Have you ever been in love Sukuna?”
He was silent, jaw clenching as his gaze got harsh. “Next question.”
“What was she like?”
“I said next fucking question Doctor.”
“And i said, what was she like?” You leaned forward, pressing for him to answer the question.
“You’re stubborn aren’t you? I wonder what my hand would loom like around that pretty little neck.” He grinned, sharp teeth peeling from beneath his lips as he brought his face to yours. “She was a lot like you.”
“What happened to her?” You knew how touchy that question would’ve been.
“Nothing. The bitch left.”
Oh.
“I’m sorry.”
He stared at you in confusion, “I never said she died.”
“Yes. But that’s only physically. When she broke your heart she died to you. And that hurts just as bad.”
He was silent, studying your eyes. Trying to get a read on you. “What else do you want to know Doc?”
You were getting somewhere.
Sukuna found you smart. Thought that you knew a lot. Found it hot how good you were at cracking him. But it pissed him off that the one thing you didn’t seem to pick up was how much it hurt to watch you leave at the end of each session.
—
A week later had led to a Monday morning where you hadn’t gone to the prison. You had quite an agenda for the day that could cost you your job if you didn’t get it done.
That was something Sukuna was obviously clueless about. It was why he thought you’d just decided to up and go after he had just started liking to have you around. After he’d started opening up to you.
It was also why he was causing a fit. Yelling at guards to get you to him now. That he wanted to see you. Needed to see you. A line of men laying knocked out atop each other from being sent to ‘handle’ the crazed prisoner.
Would you really not come back? Would you really abandon him? It seemed like that was common with the people he cared even the slightest for.
Sukuna’s fist met the wall near his bed, knuckles bloodied as he cracked into the hard surface. Chest heaving up and down heavily when his hands reached to tug at strands of pink.
He blinked when he heard the clicking of heels on the tiles. Immediately scowling at the unfamiliarity of them. “Who the fuck is this?” He growled through the small window.
“This is Dr Smith, she’s-”
“I don’t fucking care who she is. Bring me my doctor. Now.”
—
Back at your flat, you dropped the piles of paper in front of you at the sound of your phone ringing.
It was a number you didn’t have saved.
“Hello, Doctor ___ speaking- yes? Oh my. I- i am so sorry. Yes, i will be there right away.”
What had you done?
You practically ran through the halls after parking outside the building. Finding many guards posted outside his door with guns in hand. Some of them spotting very black and blue eyes.
“You can all go now.” You panted, it was clear that you had been in a hurry. “Please.”
They all shared a look, finally walking away and allowing you to slowly open the door.
“Where were you?”
“I’m really sorry Sukuna. I was so busy today and-” you gasped when a hand reached out to wrap around your neck. Slamming you into the wall behind you with his face buried in your neck.
Sukuna inhaled your floral scent, groaning to himself as his grip on your delicate skin tightened. “So you just left me here today? Am i not as important as your other little patients? Is that it hmm?”
Deep down, you had hurt his feelings. And he couldn’t help the way he clung to you as your hand lifted to his cheek. Turning his face to look down at yours.
“N-no i promise you. You’re just as important as anyone else. I would have never missed our session if i didn’t have to.”
“Make it up to me.”
It was the perfect opportunity.
“W-what?”
“Strip for me Doctor.” He let go of your neck, letting you catch your breath while looking up at him timidly.
“Sukuna..”
“Why so shy now doctor? We both know you want to.”
You shook your head, shrinking under his gaze with a protesting whisper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sukuna. This is very unprofession— ahh.”
Sukuna brought his knee up between your thighs, pressing it into your clothed clit. His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your skin as he breathed deeply. “You can always leave if you want to. I’m used to that after all.”
You shifted on your feet when your back arched. A small whine leaving your mouth when he pulled away from you and gestured to the door.
He smirked, “Blouse first.”
You bit your lip, unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was on display. The heavy swell of your breasts causing Sukuna’s mouth to water when he nodded to the bra.
With your eyes still on his you let your breasts spring out of their confinement. Two pert nipples pointing right at him as his dick rose. His hand palming himself under the pair of black pants with a shiver. “C’mere.”
You walked over to him on shaky legs. Sitting down on his lap with your head to the floor. “Uh uh,” His hand reached under the your chin to force your eyes back on his. “None of that Doc.”
You moaned when his tongue swirled around one of your nipples. Sucking your breast into his mouth while he palmed at the other. “These are even more perfect outside that tight fucking shit of yours.”
Sukuna watched as you shivered when he ran his finger down your belly. Cupping your clothed cunt with the jerk of his hips into your ass. “Fuck.. take that off.”
You hurriedly peeled off your pants, Sukuna’s pupils dilating at the sight of your lace panties. “Wore this just f’me hmm Doc? All this for Mr Dangerous.” He groaned out.
Sukuan didn’t give you a chance to respond before flipping you onto the hard mattress they called a bed. Lifting your heel clad feet onto his shoulders with his head hovering over your pussy. His tongue darting out to lick at the wet spot building from your arousal. “You’re real dirty f’ a doctor.” He teased, glancing behind him with a chuckle. “Imagine if you got caught.”
Your eyes shot up to the small window, taking note of the vacant corridor as per your request.
“God, you smell so fucking good. Wanna devour that pretty pussy.” He breathed, large hand ripping the flimsy fabric to expose your glistening folds. “Hmm, this wet all for me.”
You mewled when his long tongue licked a stripe up your slit. Swirling around your clit before sloppily dipping into your hole. His hums sending vibrations through your clit as he lapped at your dripping slick.
“Sukuna—” you mewled, back arching as you reached for his hair. Tugging softly with the curl of your toes when his tongue and fingers swapped places. The two joints fucking up roughly into your g spot as he sucked noisily at your clit. “F-fuckk, nngh— so good.” You cried out, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as your body filled with pleasure.
“Yeah? You like that Doc? Bet you wanna get that greedy cunt stuffed right after.” He grunted, your eyes rolling back in a string of muffled moans as your other hand shot up to your lips.
Your legs began to tremble, Sukuna’s smirk growing wider and wider until he stopped his movements. Watching as you blinked down at him with a sniffled whine.
“You left me. You know how much that fucking hurt? I thought i would never see you again.”
“I’m-”
“You’re sorry. Yeah, yeah.. i know.” He rolled his eyes, crawling over your body with a sigh. Using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear before pressing his lips to yours. Making you taste yourself on his tongue.
You fell deeper into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction as his lips moves hungrily on yours. Pulling away with a string of salvia connected you to him.
“Let’s reverse the roles yeah?” He whispered, standing up to sit in the chair that you usually sat in. “So, my adorable little patient.. put these tiny fingers to work on that clit of yours. I want you to make yourself cum.”
You whimpered, your fingers immediately meeting your sensitive clit with a shiver.
“You know what to do.” He encouraged. Your fingers beginning to rub small circles on the small bud before speeding up. Little gasps and moans falling past your lips as your stomach burned with heat.
Your eyes locking onto Sukuna’s red ones as his head tilted. Just like it had the first day you met him. “Ahh, K-kuna. Fuckk.” You cried, head falling back with your eyes still on his. The primal look in his eyes making your insides flutter as he did nothing but watch you. Not even freeing his painfully hard cock.
“Sukuna— c-can’t. Can’t hold it.” Your voice cracked, body shaking lightly as your orgasm washed over you.
“Yes you can.”
“Nngh, can’t Kuna. Need to let go.”
He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity, your breathing getting heavy as you desperately waited on his permission.
He leaned his head back, eyes boring into your fingers working your wet cunt before nodding. “Go ahead.”
You came with a silent moan, body spasming uncontrollably as your pussy leaked onto his only pair of sheets.
“Dirty, dirty girl. Look at that mess.” You shied away feom his gaze. “And look at how hard you made me. Come fix it.”
You stood on wobbly feet, barely able to balance in your heels as you fell to your knees before him. Looking up at him through your lashes while pulling down his pants.
You blinked at the mere size of his bulge. He was huge. Tugging off his underwear to reveal his thick, veiny length. Pointing up to the sky with a fiery red tip. “Suck.”
You took him past your lips, barely able to take even half of him before he hit the back of your throat. Your fist stroking all the parts of him you couldn’t take.
Sukuna groaned, head flinging back with another strained one at how good your mouth felt. “S-shit doc. You really got a mouth on ya.” He gasped, eyes meeting yours as you attempted to take him down your throat. Your drool coating both your lips and his cock as you lewdly sucked him off.
He took your head into his hold, letting you do your own thing as he grunted with each jerk of his hips. Defined abs tensing when he grew closer to his release.
“Fuck Doc, gon’ shoot my cum down that tight throat of yours.” He breathed. Holding you down onto him as you gagged and sputtered lightly, Sukuna’s cock twitching before you felt the warm liquid run down your throat.
“Wish i could fuck that pussy so bad.” He let go of your head, wiping a drop of his cum from your chin before pushing his finger past your lips. Watching as you sighed in content while sucking every last drop. “It’s too bad that in about one minute those guards are gonna come get you Doc. Our session is over.”
You had no time to question how he knew. Scurrying to redress with widened eyes.
Sukuna may not have had a clock. Nor was he able to distinctly see the sun rise and set. But he’d learned to count the seconds when you were around. He knew how much time he had with you.
“And… now.”
At that very moment the door swung open. Sukuna having easily pulled back up his pants after giving you your seat back. Both of you looking as professional as you possibly could.
“See you tomorrow Doc.” He smiled innocently, watching as you scrambled out while avoiding his eyes.
You really fucked up now.
It was hard to keep him out of your mind before. But now, trying was futile. You’d gotten a taste and you needed more. Which was why your brain would not let you close your eyes without thinking of him fucking you.
—
The next morning you bit back a whimper as your clit was caught between your rubbing thighs. You had worn a tight pencil skirt with no panties. Just for Sukuna.
You were thankful that the guards had complied to your wishes of them leaving.
You wanted to stop yourself. To go back home and forget about the red eyed prisoner. He may not have been dangerous to you physically. But to your heart and mind.. he’d be the death of you.
When the door closed behind you, you found yourself bring pushed roughly into the same wall as last time. Sukuna letting out an animalistic groan as he captured your lips on his. Kissing you so much more feverishly than yesterday.
“You don’t know how much i need you. Didn’t even sleep last night.” He panted, turning you around so that your chest rested against the concrete surface. “Missed you so much Doc.” His voice softened, kissing down your neck while grinding up into you. His fingers finding their way under your skirt with a smirk against your skin. “And i thought you couldn’t get any dirtier.. no panties huh?”
You moaned when he prodded at your already dripping cunt. The thought of him being enough to have gotten you soaked. “Shit- tell me what you want Doc. Let me hear you say it.” He growled lowly, ready to snap the second the words left your mouth.
“Please— please fuck me.”
Sukuna hungrily shoved your skirt up. The fabric bunching at your hips as he freed his aching cock. Both of you letting out a noise of satisfaction when he sunk into you, his large hands holding tightly onto your hips to pull you into him. Your back arching as your hands shot out to the wall for support.
“O-ohh God.” You cried loudly, your lips parted in shaky moans as Sukuna’s cock rammed deep near the entrance of your cervix. His veins grazing at your g spot as the fat girth stretched you to your limit.
“Nah baby, ‘s only me.”
“Kunaa— so goood- ahhh.” Tears pooled in your eyes, Sukuna’s hand reaching into your hair to pull you back into his chest. Your nails clawing at the wall in front of you as he destroyed yours.
“Taking me so fucking well. Shit- pussy’s so damn snug.” He husked, hips snapping noisily into yours as he fucked into your walls mercilessly. Basking in the sounds of your choked screams and mewls. The way you sobbed underneath him when your knees buckled.
He was fucking you so hard and deep. Better than anything you’d felt before. His cock slamming into all the places that would drive you crazy.
“The day you fucking leave me i will break outta here Doc. And i will find you. You’re mine got it?” There was a certain seriousness in his voice that made goosebumps arise on your skin. Your salty tears mixing with your drool as they ran down your flushed face.
“And when i do get outta here you’re gonna have my baby Doc. ‘M gonna fuck you again and again till’ i eventually give you my fuck—ing kid.” His breathing became ragged, your body rocking forward with each of his movements.
He smirked. “I’ve fucked ya this dumb already?” His cock twitching inside you as your body moved with his cock like a fleshlight. Your vision blurred as your head grew light, dizzy. You couldn’t think, every roll of Sukuna’s hips clouding your mind as you let an incoherent babble drip off your tongue. Shakily chanting his name when he reached forward to pinch at your clit.
“Look at you. Look so pretty underneath me like this.” His free hand snaked up to your neck, groaning loudly at the feeling of your heart beat on his skin. Pulling you up so your back rested flat against his broad chest, wandering lips meeting your exposed collarbone. “Let go f’me.”
Your body quivered as you tightened around him. Letting out a whimper-like cry as you came messily on his cock. A breathy moan of his own sounding in your ear when his thrusts began to get sloppy.
“Kunaaa.. inside. Want you inside. ‘M on the pill.” You begged, legs giving way as he held you flush against him.
“Whatever you want, Doc.” Slowly coming to a halt as he buried himself inside your warmth, tongue darting out to lick at your tear stained cheeks. Feeling his cock swell as he pumped you full of his cum. Painted your gummy walls in nothing but white
“Looks like i’m sending you back with my cum dripping down your thighs.” He pulled out with a grin. His cum leaking out of your fluttering cunt in small spurts when he used his hands to knead at the flesh of your ass. “Hottest thing i’ve seen in a while.. after you of course.”
You hummed, eyes shutting as you fell into him. Feeling the thick substance slowly dripping down your legs while spreading over your sticky folds. Sukuna stumbled back onto his bed with you on top of him. Your face nestling into his chest with a soft smile. “Hey Doc.. i love ya but those guards are gon’ be back soon.”
‘So worth it.’ Was the one thought branding itself into your mind as your body registered the rough, lust filled fuck.
“Shit.”
—
You and Sukuna had gotten so much closer over yet another week. You had never believed in falling in love that quickly until now. You couldn’t help it. You felt so much better when he was around. Seeing him was the highlight of your day- especially now that you’d convinced for longer sessions.
He felt the same way. You were the second person he had fallen in love with and somehow even harder. You made his heart.. swell. And he was serious about busting out to start a life with you.
“So, your first love. We never finished talking about her.” You smirked, notepad back in hand as you did your job. Sukuna having been stealing small kisses from you between every question.
“How about we forget about my first love and focus on my current one. You.”
todays unhinged thought: dry humping. making a boy cum his pants from your grinding alone. Maybe he’s inexperienced or just very sensitive, maybe it’s his first time, but you’ve got that pretty bulge in his pants trapped right up against your hips when you sit in his lap facing him. Maybe it started off as just innocent kissing, but you brushed up against his bulge trying to readjust your position and suddenly he’s grabbing you and pulling you close enough to grind on it. You’re humping messy, no coordination as the two of you desperately stroke and grind and bump against each other. You feel his cock twitching from inside his pants, begging to be jacked off and get some proper release. You’re just teasing him, figuring rubbing fabric will just get him riled up, that’s it. His grasp on your hips gets tighter and tighter and his little whines and moans slip faster and faster into your mouth when you kiss and suddenly he very abruptly stops. He lets out a low whine and his entire face is flushed bright red and it takes you a couple seconds to put together what happened until you see the dark patch forming on the front of his pants. He came a fat sticky load in his boxers from just you grinding on him alone. You coo at him, teasing him as he hides his face in embarrassment. The best part is when you unzip his pants and pull him out of his boxers he’s still rock hard and covered in his own sticky seed, even more sensitive to each and every one of your touches.
all i’m saying is i need him to tie me up and eat me out like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do
i like my men OBSESSED with me, like they need to have that look in their eye that tells me they would do anything for me and my pleasure is their pleasure.
I want Will Graham and Spencer Reid to tag team me and fuck the ever loving shit out of me till i’m trembling and covered in cum😽😽 if i’m not the only one please lmk and i will write a fic!🤩
summary : just a thought abt hubby gojo punishing u for flirting with his coworker nanami at a work party...! :(
warnings : 🔞 minors dni/dnr, smut, toys, fingering, spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk abt cheating on him w nanami, talk abt threesome w nanami, namecalling (sl*t), kinda mean/cold n condescending hehe, some roughness, dirty talk, edging, not proofread expect lotsa errors oopsie!!, not rlly plot just horny
juuust envision this 😩 it's been a long night out, you attended a party with your husband and his work team... and then he suddenly glareddddd when u giggled a little too hard at nanami's uncharacteristically dirty joke.
so ur husband snaked a possessive hand round ur waist and rasped annoyedly, "i think we'll be heading home early."
and the poor man... he drove home with gritted teeth and a boner poking in his pants.
gojo pushed you into the penthouse with a roughness that made you giggle like a brat... and you kept giggling until he pinned into the bed and kissed u roughly... n that's how u know he meant business. he was pissed off abt smth. u had no idea what!! :( and he just said "panties off, bend over my lap. now. i won't repeat myself."
anddd jumpcut to satoru spanking u while u have a vibrator stuffed so deep inside ur sloppy cunt....
his hands are big, leaving stinging slap after slap, each one harder and meaner and done with more conviction than the last. he makes ur body jolt forward a little. he's admiring the sight of your pussy clenching around the pink toy, relishing in the sound of it buzzing in your leaky hole.
he's refused you his dick for a whole hour now, just occasionally toying the vibrator into your tight squishy pussy and playing with the settings. he's such a child when it comes to using toys on you, he laughs at how weak you become just from some buzzing silicone.
He grabs its handle and grinds it in deeper, cooing into your ear about how you dont deserve to cum because youve been a bad girl, and then getting you close to orgasm just to rip the toy out of your pulsing cunt and plant a harsh slap to your stinging ass.
"nah-uh, no cumming. you hold it in." he seethes. he's not playful or sweet or kind when he's determined to punish his pretty little wife.
and his idea of punishment alwayssss involves edging you until youre nearly crying, sobbing from pleasure. if you try help yourself reach climax with your own hands? oh he'll smack them away and chew you out about it. that's his pussy, he likes to remind you, not yours.
"i told you not to go around flirting with nanami, didn't i? yeah, i did warn you, hm?"
"i wasn't flirtinggg" you whine, "i swear!"
"aw... seems like the only thing telling me the truth is your pussy. i'm sure it's just dying to get stuffed up with nanami's dick, right? you want him to pound you into the bed 'till you break? mmm... but he's a bigggg boy... d'you really think you could take it... hm? you'd probably cry. aw, yeah... i know... you'd just love to fuck around with him, wouldn't you? yeah, you'd just fucking love that, you god damn slut. you'd want us to share your body..."
he's so cold and condescending. and he knows it makes your clit buzz. satoru's not entirely opposed to a threesome with his coworker, actually, he gets off to the idea of you struggling to take his cock.
"this is where you're sensitive, right?" he sharply taps his palm against your pussy, making sure your tiny clit felt the collision. he bullies your pussy with his big hand, sinking his fingers in and out as he pleases, slapping your ass and cupping your gushing pussy.
"such a sloppy fucking mess... all from a little spanking 'n sweet talk? my my... what if nanami saw you like this..." he's knuckle deep, pressing his fingertips into your sweet spot and slowly massaging it.
"... i think he'd help me plug up those holes... give you a good, thorough punishment... hm~?"
he feels you start to shake, and that's when he fucks his fingers hard into your hole. you're split open, feeling his palm flattening against and squishing your pussy, squishing your little clit, making it buzz with subtle friction as he pumps his fingers inside.
"listen to that..." he rasps, pumping his fingers into your hole faster just to embarrass you with the loud, nasty squelching sound. "fuckkkk.... listen... listen to how nasty your pussy sounds for your husband..."
Y’all want a blue beetle fan fic? For the girls of color/ black girls?? Just like this post and I’ll type something up to keep y’all occupied on Wednesdays…
Summary: The BAU is currently on a case in Colorado, Reader and Spencer are stuck in the same room, will they be able to keep it cool?
CW: One Bed Trope, Mutual Pining, Canonical Violence, Friends/Coworkers to Lovers, Hand fixation, future Smut, Dom!Spencer Reid, praise, Spencer loves to tease reader, pet names like “angel” and “sweetheart” reader gets Spencer “worked up” *insert wink*
You and Spencer were really good friends, just that, friends, and despite his adorable smile, angelic face, and irresistible body, his fingers in particular…ahem, that had to be enough for you. You guys were coworkers and have a really good relationship; you didn’t want to ruin that just for him to reject you and make things weird. Pretending you weren’t pining after one of your closest friends was fairly manageable…
Until now.
“Bad news everyone,” Hotch started “We’re gonna need to pair up for the next few nights. The hotel doesn’t have enough room for all of us.”
Everyone started getting into their pairs. Hotch and Rossi, JJ went with Prentiss, Morgan with Garcia, so that leaves… aw man.
“Guess that leaves you and boy wonder, huh sweet pea?” Pen said with a wink.
Spencer looked excited. He nudged your arm with his and said with a giggly smile “What can I say? We make a good team”
“You bet we do” you feigned a chuckle.
As much as you adore that tall, lanky, ball of sunshine, sharing a room with Spencer was not going to be easy. What if your feelings take over? No no no, Totally nothing wrong with sharing a bathroom with the unrequited love of your life. Totally won’t be eating away at you and pulling at your heartstrings. It’ll be okay though, you’ll stay professional and just stick to your bed and keep as far away from his as possible. You got this.
You trudged closely behind Spencer to the door of your room, he fumbled with the keys in a way that should not have been as entrancing as it was, and he unlocked it. Spencer did a quick scan of the room and was shocked by its small size.
“Uhm” he said your name with hesitation.
What’s that about? “Yeah, what’s up Spence?- Oh”
One bed. One fucking bed.
Spencer admittedly freaked out a bit.
“You know what? I can just sleep on the floor don’t worry, you can have the bed, I’m sure you’re tired.” Spencer was always sweet like that, putting you first.
“Spence, don’t sleep on the floor, and you worked just as hard as me.” you were gonna regret saying this, “It’s a big bed right? we can probably share if that’s okay with you. It’s not like we’re gonna get much sleep on this case anyways”
Spencer’s face grew red and he was looking anywhere but at you “Yeah, I mean if you’re okay with it, you make a good point, we can share.”
“Okay cool cool cool, do you wanna shower and then we can go over the case?” Your eyes were lingering on Spencer’s digits tapping rhythmically on themselves, if he noticed he didn’t make a comment.
“Yeah sounds good, you go ahead first.”
On your way to the shower, all you could think about was sleeping in the same bed as Spencer, sharing a room would’ve been hard enough, but a bed? You’re not sure you’re gonna make it.
You couldn’t focus on the shower either, mind still focused on the tall lanky and sweet guy like, 30ft away from your naked body, it was driving you wild.
After half an hour of wiping the grime off of your body, you finally feel clean. You reach for your towel to dry off- or you try to. It wasn’t there. Oh fucckkkk you left it out there.
You crack the door open as little as possible “Uhm Spence, I left my towel out there could you get it for me?”
“Y- Yeah of course!” You hear him semi-shout.
About thirty seconds later you hear a knock on the door and when you open it, a purple towel attached to Spencer’s hand is presented to you.
“I couldn’t find yours so.. you can just use mine.” His face was looking away from the door entirely and even his eyes were closed.
You managed to mumble out a thank you and take the towel from his hand.
You dry off and dress in your favorite graphic t shirt and a pair of boxers that make your ass peak out ever so slightly. In your defense, you thought you would be rooming alone. They’ll be covered by the shirt, right?
When you exit the bathroom you see that Spencer already set out the case file and you smell your favorite take out food.
“You didn’t eat all day so I thought you should eat!” he said in a bit of a high pitch. “You need the energy you know- Not that you’re out of shape or anything!”
Fuck him for being so goddamn sweet and considerate. Fuck him for making your heart melt.
“Thanks Spence, that’s really sweet of you.” despite your heartache, he always knew how to draw a smile out of you.
Spencer beckons you to sit down at the small coffee table the hotel provided.
“Spence, I thought you were gonna shower”
He started fidgeting with his fingers. and you’re eyes were glued.
“Well, I wanted to eat with you, but I didn’t want you’re food to get cold,” you’re getting a toothache, “plus I can shower later, we should work on the case before it’s gets too late.
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Spencer and you went over the case for about an hour or so, but it was hard to focus when all you could look at was Spencer’s beautifully sculpted hands. You yawn.
“You know what it’s getting late, we should head to bed.” Spencer interjected.
“But it’s only…” you check your phone. “…uh 3am”
“Precisely. Ok so, I’m going to take a super quick shower and I’ll be right back, don’t worry about waiting up for me!” and he was off.
You were out the second your head hit the pillow.
When Spencer came out of the bathroom, he cleaned up a little bit, turned off the lights, and got tucked in at a respectable distance, and he tried to doze off into a slumber.
Until he woke up 30 minutes later with a tent in his pants.
He initially thought it was because he was laying 1 foot away from the love of his life, but upon further inspection he realized it was because the love of his life was burrowing into his chest and dry humping him in their sleep.
“Mmph~ Spencer” you whined while rubbing your barely covered core against your roommate for the next few days.
Hearing his name on your lips sounded like an enchantment. Spencer had no idea what to do, so he just.. scooted away.
But of course you gave a dissatisfied whine in your sleep, moving closer to him and this time gripping onto him like a vice.
Spencer Reid is many things, but an assaulter is not one of them, you clearly weren’t letting up though, and you wouldn’t stop moaning his name. So he decided to give you an acceptable amount of attention to your neck and face in order to calm you down, praying you wouldn’t wake up.
He peppered kisses along your jaw and right behind your ear and he whispered.
“It’s okay angel, go back to sleep.” and by magic, you were out.
And as Spencer said goodbye to the last of his pride when he waltzed into the bathroom to take care of himself. He vowed that he would tease you ten times as much as you did him tomorrow.
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The next day you and the team were at the victims house investigating. You and Spencer were in the attic, looking at the victim’s belongings.
You two were shuffling about the cluttered space with barely any room. You keep catching him staring at you but when you look, he just smirks and goes back to his business, leaving you all riled up. Was he doing that on purpose?
What was even weirder is that Spencer I hate physical touch Reid kept finding excuses to touch you, like holding your hips when brushing past you in a narrow hallway or brushing his thumb over your cheek because “you had something there”. And now while you’re trying your best to focus on your job, your brain is yet again occupied by this fucking prick.
Spencer calls your name
“Can you come over here real quick? I need your help something.”You went and kneeled down next to him.
“So Im pretty sure we could find something useful in this chest, but it’s locked. Do you think you can open it for me?” You listened intently, while his gentle fingers danced along to an absent rythme and his eyes wandered your body, making you heat up.
“Y-Yeah no problem!” Is there something on your shirt or-
“Reid! Come here real quick!” Morgan shouted from below.
But Spencer’s gaze never left your figure, he just picked up where you left off.
Spencer said in a more sultry voice than usual, eyes filled with…want? “I knew I could count on you sweetheart,” he began to rise, “such a good girl for me hm?” and he took his leave.
What the hell just happened?? As confused as you are you’d be lying if you’re heart wasn’t beating out of your chest and the tingling sensation between your legs was nonexistent.
When Spencer returned, he acted like nothing happened and just…kept going on with his day? Were you imagining things?
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After a long day of work you guys finally made it back to your hotel room. Spencer was currently in the shower and you were using his absence as an opportunity to read your…explicit book.
When Spencer exited the bathroom however, he was wearing grey sweatpants and the most well fitted shirt that perfectly displayed his slender figure. That’s it. You died. You died and this is heaven.
You were entranced by his figure you didn’t even notice him sit on the side of your side of the bed.
“Whatcha reading?” he rested his head in his hands.
“You uh, you probably wouldn’t have heard of it.” That’s believable right?
“Read it to me.”
“What?”
“Read me the part your on,” Spencer repeated himself. “Please?” he flashed a grin and how could you resist?
“Okay…” you swallowed your pride. “He never knew how badly he needed her until she laid in front of him, bare body on display. He took his time tracing the curves of her body and peppering kisses to her freckles… That’s when he knew, he had reached heaven.” You dared not to look up at Spencer.
“That sounds…beautiful.” he started. “By the way, i have a question for you, been meaning to ask you this actually.”
Your ears perked up, “Yeah what’s up?”
“You look at my hands a lot, Why is that” Spencer tilted his head a bit. He already knew the answer.
“Uhm…” You were speechless, what were you supposed to say to that??
“They look…pretty.” You managed to mumble
“I think you look pretty.” Spencer patted his lap, motioning you to mount him.
You were entranced, how could you say no?
Spencer started tracing circles into your hips with his thumbs. and brought his lips to your ear
“You know, I’ve always known how much of a fucking whore you were for me sweetheart,” he whispered. “But I didn’t do anything about it, to stay professional.” he gripped your ass, invoking a gasp out of you. “You though, my beautiful angel, had no problem grinding your pussy into me and whining my name the second you got the chance hm?” He looked at you and his gaze softened. “Tell me to stop and we can pretend this never happened. I won’t be mad at you I promise.”
Despite the tent making itself known to your core, Spencer still prioritizes you. But still, “Spence, just kiss me please.” you were desperate.
He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours. He tried to be gentle, but how could he when you were just so needy?
You were grinding your core onto his and moaned into his ear as Spencer placed lovebites all over your neck just to sooth them with a lick of his tongue. He flipped over so you were laying on your back, caged beneath him.
Spence nudged at your shirt, eyes pleading for permission. You nodded, thinking he was going to take it off, but he dragged his fingertips along your abdomen and only lifted your shirt so it scrunched up just above your chest. You squirmed, hoping to achieve some friction from his knee between your legs.
Spencer peppered kisses along the center of your body, starting at your sternum, and working his way down to your belly button, to right above your your shorts, and then she pressed a hickey into the space, being sure to emphasize his tongue, causing you to whine. He did it another time just to achieve that reaction again.
Spencer rose up to your level and placed your chin between his index and thumb. He kissed from your jaw to the skin under your right ear and asked “Can I taste you, angel?” it was clear from his voice that he was restraining himself.
“Please Spence…need you.” All you could think about was him touching you.
Spencer placed a kiss to your mouth. “Oh you pretty little thing, I’ve barely touched you and your brains already mush?” Spencer removed your shorts. “That’s alright love, I’ll do all the thinking for you, you just focus on feeling good for me okay?” He positioned himself between your legs and pleased to find your lack of underwear.
“You were just waiting for me hm? Were you that ready to just whore yourself out for me?” Spencer licked a stipe down the center of your folds. “Fuck , you taste amazing” You shivered.
Spencer flicked his tongue on your clit, earning him a shriek. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and put his mouth on your clit, sucking and licking like it was the only thing he knew how to do. You rocked your hips as best as you can into his face. He moved lower and swirled his tongue into your entrance, collecting all your juices and making you scream. As he tasted you, his nose would brush against your clit. The sensation became too overwhelming and you were about to climax, but he pulled away. You sobbed and pleaded for him to keep going.
Spencer looked up at you, lips swollen and eyes full of lust. He kissed you passionately, the taste of you still lingering.
Spencer put two of his fingers against your lips.
“Suck.”
You happily obliged.
“I figured since you like my fingers so much, I should use them hm? Does that sound nice, love?” You hummed around his fingers and nodded eagerly.
“Thought so.” he smirked and removed his fingers from your mouth.
With his body caging yours, he reached his wet fingers between your bodies and spread your wetness around your folds, making you whine.
“Spencer, stop teasing.”
“You teased me first,” he entered two fingers into your core. “forgetting your towel so I’d have to give you one, do you know how hard it was for me not to waltz into that bathroom with you and make you mine?” Spencer began to curl his fingers inside you. “Prancing around in those slutty fucking shorts, you wanted to rile me up huh? That get you off, sweetheart?” He found your g-spot in record timing, your vision went blurry. “Not to mention last night, when you were so desperate for me that you started rubbing this pretty pussy on me, and moaning my name from those pretty lips.” Spencer went rougher. “You made me go into the bathroom to take care of myself when i could’ve just filled you up instead.”
“Mmph S-Spence” your voice was shaky, you were so fucking close and then..
He pulled away again.
“Nononononono” you were clawing at his hand and canting your hips, trying to get some friction.
Spencer tsked at you. “Awww,” he gave you mock pity. “Does my angel wanna come? Would you like to come around my cock, sweet thing?”
You were crying at this point. “Fuckfuckfuck, need you inside Spence.”
He thrusted his clothed cock against your pussy.
“Now that’s not how you ask.”
“Spence please…Fuck me”
Spencer began to pull down his grey sweatpants. “There you go, that’s much better.”
Spencer’s cock so big you didn’t know if you’d be able to take it all. He must’ve seen the worry in your face because he swooped down and kissed you.
While he was kissing you, Spencer lined himself up and put himself in you so slowly. You whimpered into his mouth and right before he was all the way in, he almost pulled out completely, before slamming right back in at a rough pace.
“G-God, you feel so amazing, angel.” Spencer was death gripping the headboard and your waist while he was pounding into you.
You were chanting his name and various pleads, you weren’t sure for what, but it just felt right.
Thrust, after thrust, after thrust. Spencer was pussydrunk.
“Fuck, do you hear that? You’re making such beautiful sounds, is that all for me?”
“Only you” your eyes were closed and you were so fucking close, your release washed over you faster than you expected. Spencer just kept going.
“Walls squeezing so tight fuck” You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Where do you- mmph- where do you want it, love?” Spencer groaned through his sentence.
“M-My stomach” Spencer pulled out and obeyed your request. Your foreheads rested against each other.
You fell asleep under him.
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When you woke up, you were cleaned and clothed. Spencer’s arm was draped over you and his face was burrowed into your neck.
I want to come home and see my girl wearing one of my shirts and a pair of her panties, reading on the couch. I'll walk over to her and pick her up before placing her on my lap. "Go on, baby, don't mind me; keep reading." I tell her as I gently tease her pretty little pussy through her panties. Hearing her stutter as she tries her best to finish the chapter. "You can do it, precious. Don’t stop. Keep reading for Daddy." I suddenly slip my fingers inside her, and she lets out just the sweetest moans. "Shhhhh baby, now keep reading. If you can finish the chapter before I make you cum, Daddy will give you a special reward for being such a good girl for him."
Awe, there’s no need to cover your face, my love. I already know what a needy little girl you are for me. How you can’t help but bounce your pretty little pussy on my fingers Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You like it when I talk to you like this. No? Then why did your pussy grip my fingers even tighter, huh? You can’t lie to me, baby. Your body will always show me what you like.
Summary: Spencer’s scarf is missing and he wants it back.
CW: Pet names, Toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pinv, Spencer’s a tease
“Are you ready to confess?”
He was stalking the room behind you, eyes burning into the back of your head. You wanted to glare at him, but Spencer had you quite restrained—your arms were tied to the arms of the chair at the wrist, legs similarly restrained.
“Oh? Is that a no?” he asked. “Cmon, use your words, sweetheart.”
You heard his calculated footsteps walked around. After a second, he came to a rest in front of you. He chuckled at your glare as you once again tried to work the gag out of your mouth. He tsked you for your silence—there was a dangerous gleam in his eye as he slowly unclipped the gag and pulled it out.
You worked your jaw for a second, trying to get some feeling back, hissing a quiet, “Fuck you.”
Spencer tsked “What naughty words coming from such a pretty mouth”
His hand came down on your naked thigh, dangerously high. You bit your lip but held your tongue. You knew he wanted you to act out but you refused to give him the satisfaction. He already had you stripped and tied up; he couldn’t bring you lower. Your eyes narrowed on his face as you once again tried to wiggle your way out of your bonds.
“Just confess and this will all be over.” His voice was soft as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. He didn’t fail to notice the way your spine arched and how you quivered in response—the back of your neck had always been sensitive. “We can get you out of this. I can touch you in all the ways you can dream of, my pretty little thing”
“I told you!” you growled. There was a fire in your eyes that he appreciated. He loved it when you fought back and you knew it. “I don’t know!”
“Shame.”
He let out a loud sigh as he backed up; his left hand disappeared into the pocket of his slacks. You watched him with wide eyes as he showed off what he grabbed. It was a remote—a remote you were hoping that he had forgotten about. With a smirk, he turned on the vibrator he buried deep inside you at the very beginning of this.
“Spence!” Your voice was shrill as you all but screamed his name. Unlike the other times he’d used it throughout the night, he turned it up all the way, causing you to buck your hips uselessly against nothing. “Please!”
He shook his head and put the gag back in your mouth. The sight before him was honestly one of the hottest things he had ever seen. He palmed himself as he watched you hump and whine so loudly behind that gag.
He glanced at the clock behind you. He’d been interrogating you for a little over an hour and he hadn’t let you cum once. He had you close a few times, but never let you fall over that ledge. But he was nothing if not fair. He barely even touched himself despite the fact that his pants were so tight.
As much as Spencer loved watching you squirm, he wanted to be touching you, feeling you, ruining you. Which is what brought him back to your side, his fingers seeking out your clit, his lips on your neck. Your keening got louder. Slowly, he pulled his lips back from the huge bruise on your neck to stare at you.
“Do you want to cum?”
Your muffled groan was his answer and he let out a chuckle. You were close again, Your eyes glazing over. Now, that won’t do. He pulled back and stopped the vibrator. He was pretty sure you were begging behind your gag, tears leaking down your face. You nodded frantically at his previous question.
“Then confess,” he hissed.
He managed to make out your muffled, “I don’t know.” He tsked at you once more before settling in the chair across from you he abandoned about thirty minutes in. Once he knew your eyes were on him, he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down his body until they bunched under his ass.
He could hear your breathing pick up as you stared at him, his long, thick cock standing at full attention, yet agonizingly out of reach. You were completely enraptured as his long fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked it lazily. He eyed you through hooded eyes, noting the way you struggled against your bonds and the way your spit seemed to drip down your chin from where it leaked from around your gag.
“Mmph~” he groaned.
He bucked into his hand, imagining it was yours. His hand moved faster and faster as he gripped the remote once more and turned the vibrator on once more. Your scream caused his hips to jerk violently as he fought against his orgasm. Your body writhed in the most beautiful way across from him, chest pushed into the air, hips squirming as you tried to dislodge the toy.
With all the restraint he had, he pulled his hand away from his aching cock, and stalked over to where you were sitting. You watched him as he pulled the gag from your mouth and the still whirring vibrator from your cunt. Your chest heaved as he started to untie you, the blood rushing back to your limbs as you were finally able to move them.
Your movement was short lived as Spencer stalked behind you and whispered in your ear, “Hands and knees, fucking slut.”
The title drove you crazy and you complied, presenting your ass to the man towering above you. His hand came down to your cunt and took the vibrator out, you thanked him in small pleas and whines.
“Spencer, fuck, please,” you all but sobbed. “I need you inside me!”
you pressed your ass back against his cock, grinding into him in desperation. He chuckled darkly, but happily obliged. His hips slammed into you in a swift movement.
“SPENCE!”
“Yes?” He teased. Fuck he loved hearing your sweet voice screaming his name.
He started a brutal pace, pistoning into you almost brutally as he fucked you into the floor. Your sobs were almost blocked out by the harsh slap of skin on skin, but he could still make out you babbling his name repeatedly.
His fingers grabbed your hips in a bruising grip, using your softness to pull you back into him, impaling you over and over and over again. Soft curses and praises left his lips. His fingers sought out your clit—and he abused it. He knew you would be sensitive from your many failed orgasms, but he wasn’t expecting you to arch so violently the second his fingers found you. Your voice started to crack from overuse, and you walls were clenching.
“Spence, baby,” you sobbed. “Pl-please, let me c-cum. I-I want to cum around y-your cock!”
“That’s it sweet thing,” he cooed. “Cum for me.”
His fingers never let up, pushing you over the edge. You shook so violently that he allowed himself to break for a second to scan you. You seemed fine, so his continued to pound into you. With the hand not stroking your clit, he pulled your hair back so that your back was pressed against his chest. His thrusts were still even as he got closer to his release.
You were exhausted by this point, but you held on. You twitched against him as he didn’t let you settle despite your mind-blowing orgasm. This new angle allowed him to move even deeper inside you, hitting every sweet spot you had. After playing with you for almost an hour, it was all too much, your body wanting nothing more to rest.
“One more, angel” he groaned into your ear.
“Fuck, Spencer, I can’t.”
“You will.”
Spencer’s chuckle brushed over your ear and your back arched as your spine spasmed from his breath. Somehow, his hips moved faster, hitting deeper. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you screamed out your release. You tightened around him to the point that he almost couldn’t move. It was all he needed to find his end, bucking into you one last time as he came inside you with a grunt.
They collapsed to the ground, trying to even out their breaths. He pulled you to his chest so that you was laying on him and not the ground.
