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Spencer Reid:
Girlf!Reader:
🧱 - Foxy (Early Halloween Special)
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🎀🧂- Make You Mine
🧱 - Pom Delight
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🧂🧂🧱 - One More Time
🧂 - Look At Me
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Look At Me
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Ex!Reader
Summary: he just wants to see your eyes, one time at least.
Warnings: angst, spencer is your ex and you get into his car. Minor argument ?? Car talk, cursing. Idk not much just sad angst not proofread because i hate my ex
A/N: yall I broke no contact and realized i actually cant stand him and actually don't want him back but i needed to finish this fic so 😭😭
8 months, 2 weeks and 2 days. That's how long it's been without his scent on your pillows. That's how long it's been without the nightly drives after cases or without the cute dates to art museums and cafes. 8 months, 2 weeks and 2 days without seeing those sparkles in his eyes when he looked at you, without feeling his fingers slip under your shirt when you two hugged. Or the way he would admire your whole face before you two kissed.
It's been almost a year, get over it but you can't. You can't especially when you see him everyday. Sitting at his desk, sitting across the round table, sitting in the jet seats, it's like he's this stigma in your life, a blemish that took one year to develop and 2 years to go away. The sound of his voice makes your brain feel like there's a paperclip going through your brain but somehow the paperclip plays beautifully against your heartstrings.
A case came in; Santa Monica, California. All women, between the ages of 28 all the way up to 50. The teeth were painted black and their joints were shattered with what appears to be a hammer based on the marks and the impact site. They were all bumped on the sidewalk by busy intersections. It's no surprise they were found right away, almost right after the body was dumped. They were all found positioned almost like a doll who was thrown on a child's floor would be positioned. No clear pose, no set up, just thrown on the sidewalk facing up.
8 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.
But it's been 4 months, 2 weeks and 5 days since you've last looked at him. That first month you took time off for "personal reasons", that second month you spent trying to rebuild any sense of friendship that could've been there after. The third month was spent trying to return back to normalcy, then the fourth month was spent crying after finding out just how quick Spencer moved on. Finding out just how much you truly meant to him and just how willing he was to lie to you to save his ass.
"The black teeth may symbolize an insecurity he has about himself, maybe teeth deformity or bad breathe he cant control that make people repulsed by him. Back in the Renaissance century, black teeth were actually the beauty standard. It was a symbol of wealth because only the wealth could afford sugar that rot your teeth. It was also used in ancient China, a practice called ohaguro, it was used to mark adulthood and social status" Spencer Reid rattles off as he looks at the crime scene photos, the rest of the team putting their attention on him while you stare down at the case files. There's been this shadow over the team and is especially felt by you as well as Spencer.
Spencer isn't dumb, I mean sure he acted royally stupid and selfish at the end but he isn't dumb enough to not understand what's going on between you two. He noticed your fake smiles, the laughs you would force and he noticed when you stopped showing him your eyes. When you stopped looking at him when he talked to you, how you give him short answers, how you would look at everyone else in group conversations besides him. Your eyes either looked straight past him or not at him at all.
Maybe it was your way of taking back some control you lost when he ruined everything. Some way to feel like you won. You won by not giving him the attention he feel like he should receive. The attention you gave him when you would text him late into the night days after he gave up on you. Hoping, holding out a desperate helpless hope that maybe there would be a second chance before it was all set in stone. "It ended for a reason" is what he said. That reason seemed stupid in your opinion but, that's the way things go you suppose.
The unsub was easier to catch than you thought. He became messy quick, he was devolving rapidly and that eventually led to his downfall. After a very chaotic chase and arrest, you were finally on the jet back home. Your chest has been so heavy, your heart felt so heavy, your head felt heavy, everything felt heavy and so so much for you to handle. You sat away from the team, quiet with your headphones in and just watched as the clouds scrolled past the windows. You watched all the towns and large farm land pass by way beneath you, part of you wishing you were down there.
Maybe they were having a better time than you, maybe they were living a good life and had someone who loved them just as much as they loved them. A pair of eyes were on you. Spencers. You wondered what he saw now, 8 months later. If he still saw the pretty girl he once held close. If he saw all the sweet memories you both had together. Or the cute animals he would compare you to. He still said you were the prettiest girl he ever saw even when he was breaking your heart. Perhaps he thought that would lessen the blow, pepper you with sweet words while shoving your wounds in salt.
There was still about 2 hours left on the flight. What good is it to just watch repetitive scenery and feel so sorry about yourself. Deciding sleep is more productive than feeding into the void in your chest, you lean back in the jet sheet and close your eyes. You feel tears behind your closed eyes. Maybe it'll be different after some shut eye.
You were walking into the elevator, your jacket slung over your arm and your bookbag is about one step away from just falling off your shoulder. That one hour of restless sleep and overwhelming thoughts only succeeded in making you feel worse. It was evident on your face even. You pressed the button to the lobby, sighing. You're so ready to be home, get into bed, maybe after drinking your nostalgia away and just sleeping til you can't remember his name. That was until a hand stopped the doors from closing. Fuck. Spencer walked in, frazzled and fixing his coat. You look down at the elevator floor when he walks in. You check your phone to give yourself a distraction, low battery. Shit, you knew you should've charged it on the jet or at your desk while filing paperwork.
"So.." he speaks up, the break in the silence is sharp and makes your ear cringe. "Are you heading straight home ?" The question came out forced and awkward. You could tell he was reaching for an actual conversation, not just short small talk.
"Yea" is all you respond with. Quick, uninterested and cold.
"it's late and cold outside" he says, almost choking on the tension that builds the more he speaks. He turns to you, your eyes stay forward, on the elevator doors, on the floor counting down, on the glowing "L" button, just anything that isn't his face. "Let me take you home, it's late and I really don't want you walking alone.." he offers, kinda quickly almost as if it was word vomit.
"I'm fine" you shut down the idea of being alone in a car with your ex immediately, or at least try to. Spencer has always been the persistent type.
"Please, you could get hurt. I really don't want anything to happen to you." He insists. One thing good a long term is that you begin to know each other inside and out. One bad thing about a long term relationship, you know each other better than you know yourselves. You know exactly how to make each other bend to your will, exactly how to pull at the heart, exactly how to stab each other right where it hurts and just the right way to twist the knife to make it last.
Which is exactly why you're now sitting in his passenger seat, arms crossed, shoulder tensed, your eyes glued to your legs and your bag that's sitting on the car floor. The car is silent and Spencer has been stealing glances at you. The only thing you've been focusing on is the flashes from the passing street lights and all the road signs whizzing by.
"you won't even look at me." Spencer finally mutters, like it was subconscious almost. Like he didn't realize he said it out loud.
Your heart clenches and you feel a lump in your throat. There's a long silence, almost as if his words put a pause in the air. "That shouldn't bother you" you try to keep your words cold and unbothered even though you feel sick. You keep your eyes away and the back of your head in full view of him.
"but it does." He admits, the car stops at the red light. "I thought we were still friends." His voice is sad, like a sad puppy whimpering.
"I thought you still cared about me" your composure is failing, and your responses are getting quicker. To Spencer, It sounds like you've been preparing for this moment, just waiting for the right time to shove everything Spencer did wrong right back in his face.
"I do" he grips the steering wheel, stepping on the gas when the light turns green.
"No you don't." You're detached and exhausted when you finally speak the words that have been on your mind for four months. "You stopped caring about me a long time ago"
"You know that's not true" Spencer is becoming frustrated. He knows what he did was wrong, it was selfish and it was the worst way he could've gone about it. You're silent after. Staring out the window, you're exhausted. You're exhausted of him. Exhausted of being around him all the time, exhausted of hearing his voice, exhausted of just everything at this point.
"Then why ? Why did you start talking to her almost immediately after you left me ?" Your voice shakes, there's so many whys during and after. You still remember the moment you learned about the other girl, the moment you realized just how little those 2 years mattered to him.
"..I wanted to move on."
"By replacing me ?" Your voice breaks finally, the shield you placed up drops and all the hurt you held back is released.
The headlights light up your garage door. The familiarity of your house is just a few feet away, your safe haven away from this mess yet you stay seated. Spencer is quiet, blinking away tears and clearing his throat as he tries to speak rationally and calmly. "I know it was wrong but I thought it wouldn't hurt you. We were done, I figured it was in the past and it didn't matter what we did" He always thought in black and white. Never good thinking emotionally, never understood.
"It was immediately after. I thought you were unfaithful"
"you know i wouldn't do that"
"I thought I knew you. I thought you were better, guess not"
"Just look at me please. Just once" he pleads, his head facing towards you and you head down staring at your fidgeting hands in your lap.
"What does it matter so much, Spencer ?" You raise your voice, your once fidgety hands clench into angry and annoyed fists. "It wouldn't do anything but make you feel better about yourself."
Spencer is silent and you're done. You groan, snatching your things in your possession where they laid on the car floor for far too long and shove the car door open. Spencer wants to stop you, wants to shout out for you, get out of the car and chase you to your front door. Grab you, pull you in his embrace, beg you for the venom you hold to melt away and for the ice you threw his way to finally cease. But he doesn't.
He watches as you slam the car door, watches as you fumble for your car keys, watches as you push open the door and how to slam it. He watched as the living room light turned on through your blinds and after a beat of silence, he finally pulled out of your driveway and drove away with a heavy heart. He won't change, he'll never change and he won't ever see what he did wrong. You conclude as you throw your stuff on the couch and stand in your living room, listening to the crackling sound of his wheels moving away from your house.
You're sick of this, so so tired of this. You hate him and you hate yourself. It feels like this burden on your life will never leave you, but maybe it's your fault to some extent. Letting yourself fall in love with him knowing it went against protocol. Letting yourself get into his car when you know how much paperwork would have to be filled out all because of one kiss. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to accept the transfer that Emily offered you afterall. You sigh as you pull the blankets over you and settle into bed. Tomorrow is a new day, a new day to push you over the edge again. A new day to deal with this secret and a new day to consider going off the grid.
Pom Delight
Pairing: CheerCaptain!Reader x Spencer Reid
Summary: Usually the cops are called during a party; but in your case, he was called after.
Warnings: MDNI !! 18+ Use of Y/N, Drinking, stupid college party shenanigans, reader is drunk but not like super drunk I guess ? Drunk kisses, oral sex, munch Spencer, fingering, Spencer is very gentle and sweet
A/N: YO LONG TIME NO SEE ?! just went through 50 canon events but I'm back, single and with an unexpected sequel ? You don't fight motivation when it comes to you, you flow with it 🔥 not proofread because its like 6am.
"Y/N ? Why are you calling so-"
"Spencer, I'm so lonely.." you pout on the phone, you barely made it back to your dorm. Sure you weren't absolutely shit faced but you were definitely not tipsy. You weren't even planning on leaving for Jack's party but decided last minute after finishing what felt like a novel of notes, to head out.
"Are you drunk ?" He asked, slightly concerned. He knows how crazy college scenes can be, not that he's experienced them but being around a lot of cases he knows the danger.
"Just a little bit" You respond, smiling slightly. Hearing his voice feels different from all the other times you both have been on call. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the blooming of your heart in your chest whenever you think of him or a mixture of both. "I miss you" You say softly, hearing a soft chuckle on the other end.
"Y/N ! Hey ! I didn't think you'd pull up !" Jack greets you as you come into the party, giving you a side hug. He smells like liquor, sweat and something else you can't quite pinpoint. He was decorated with body paint and Mardi Gras necklaces that were the school colors.
"I didn't think so either, especially with how much work Mrs. Diana assigns." You respond with a smile, taking off your jacket and throwing it in a random corner. Jack gets distracted by some other guy chugging a whole vodka bottle and walks off as you walk deeper into the party.
It's a very typical party, liquor and very messy decorations are all over the place. You grab a drink and decide to make yourself at home in this very hot and crowded party. You keep to yourself for the most part, hanging out with your cheer teammates that you found and maybe dancing just a bit to make you slightly dizzy with the alcohol.
"You didn't do anything dumb right ?" Spencer asks, comfortable on his couch in his living room with a book in his lap he's replaced with your very slurred yet so smooth voice.
"Mm.. no, just drank a little and danced.. everyone else was being stupid.." you giggle remembering how you witnessed Sam slam his whole body into a wall while rough housing and created a human sized hole. There's a comfortable silence on the line before you softly speak up again. "I miss you so much, Spence.."
Spencer immediately catches that heaviness in your voice and the drop is enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "You're drunk, Y/N.." He softly responds, already knowing where you were heading. He always understood you like no other.
"I know what I want, I'm sober enough for that." You respond, your slurred speech is now almost gone. You squirm slightly in your bed, your jeans feeling like a cockblock in this moment and you fidget with the hem. Spencers quiet for a moment. "Please.." you plead softly.
Spencers apartment always looks the same every time you're there. Books scattered everywhere, files stacked on top of desks yet his apartment wasn't messy by any means. It was homey, comfortable, lived in. Smelled the same as a library, it felt like a second home and you felt like home in a weird way to Spencer. His hands fit right in on your waist and his lips clash just right with yours.
Barely even two steps into his apartment and your hands find his body, your purse thrown to the side. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and his hands are on your sides, stepping further into his apartment and making way towards his living room. Your feet run into his coffee table and you welp softly. "Woah, careful.." he says softly with a smile on his face as you giggle.
"coffee tables fault" you conclude as your lips find his again and he softly lays you down on his couch, crawling on top of you. His lips never leave yours until he's fully on top of you and once he is, his lips start to trail down your neck. Your breathing gets more shallow and you lean your head back. "Spencer.."
"Are you sure about this, baby ?" He asks softly, sitting up from where he was hovering over you. His hands crawl under your sweatshirt and you both lock eyes. You nod, "Please Spencer, I need you" You plead softly, your hand sliding up his arm. You sit up to let him take your sweatshirt off, and he dips down again to continue his soft kisses down your collarbones and chest.
You rest back on your elbows and happily let him create masterpieces on your skin that would easily get you kicked off the team if anyone saw them. This was not an unusual scene as of lately, especially since you two met a few months ago since he was at the campus on a case. It started off as late night calls then cute dates when he wasn't on a case, video calls when he was, and now you're here right where you want to be. You never thought you would be in the apartment of a federal agent letting him treat you like the rarest diamond in the world.
You moan softly when his teeth dig into your skin and you squirm in anticipation when he moves lower and lower. His hands are soft, teasing as his fingers slide against the band of your shorts and unbuttons them. "Spencer, please.." you beg for him to hurry up, and are meant with a shush and chuckle. He finally slides your shorts off of you, leaving you in just your bra and panties. You feel very exposed in contrast, he's fully clothed while he can see every curve that made his pants grow tighter and tighter.
He shifts to you to where you're sitting up and he's on his knees, in front of you to where your legs are propped up on his shoulders. You were practically aching for him, clenching beneath your panties. You whine and squirm as he kisses down your thighs and gets closer to your heat. "Please, plea- ah.." you jump slightly at the feeling of his lips against the fabric of your panties.
Hes savoring the taste that leaked on your panties, soaking the fabric with his salvia. His fingers dig into your thighs and you buck your hips into his face, desperate for this thin fabric that somehow feels like a chasity belt now, to be ripped off. You feel like you're on cloud nine when you finally feel his fingers slide underneath your panties and slide themselves in-between your folds.
You sigh in content, biting your lip as you feel a finger slip inside you. "You're so wet already, baby.." He says softly. His finger starts to pump in and out of you slowly as he continues to mouth your clothed clit. Your moans are soft and they barely echo off the crowded walls of his apartment. He pulls away and slides your soaked panties off, you instinctively open your legs wider in response to the exposure.
He gets right back to work but this time, he slides in two fingers and his tongue makes circles around your clit. You could jump with euphoria at the skin to skin contact. Your breathing becomes more shallow and you grow louder as he pumps his fingers in and out faster.
He's sucking on your clit and bucking his hand into you now and you're loud now. Your fingernails dig into the couch cushions. That familiar and amazing knot forms in the pit of your stomach. Your breathing quickens, "Spencer, I'm gonna cum. Baby, I'm gonna.." you gasp out and Spencer quickens his movements. You could've sworn you're at the gates of heaven when you finally release.
Your back arches, your legs lock up and Spencer is drinking up every bit of it. He's milking every last drop out of you, he rides out your orgasm. Savoring the sounds that come from your soft pretty lips and the feeling of your body gasping for breath. You moan, biting your lip and look down at Spencer who's still on his knees in-between your legs. His face is soaked and there are fingerprints marks on your thighs.
You can't help but giggle softly at the sight of him. There's saliva and your own juices dripping down his face. He looks a little goofy and extremely pussy-drunk. "Are you okay, baby ?" He asks, gently moving your legs down onto the couch cushions that you're surprised aren't soaked either. You nod, giggling softly between your laboured breathing. He moves forward to hover over you but not before wiping his face with his sleeve. He has that big goofy smile you fell in love with upon hearing your giggles.
"What time do your classes start tomorrow ?" He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. Sleeping surrounded by Spencer's comforting scent instead of your stiff dorm bed and using a proper shower shower rather than a communal shower sounds very nice after the night you've had.
"maybe 8.. maybe 10.. maybe i don't have classes tomorrow.." you smile against his lips as they press against yours.
"Nice try, honey"
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Me revisiting old wip fics realizing im an absolute pervert
degenerate if you will
girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'
What accepting yourself for being gay does to a mf
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So many fic ideas; no motivation *cries*
call me crazy but I refuse to believe he’s fictional and I STRONGLY refuse to believe that he’s not out there waiting for me to start our life together
another poll lmao
I wanna write a sad/angst Spencer Reid fanfiction of the struggles in modeling and the disordered eating around it, but i also want yalls feedback on that idea
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in terms of a Luke Alvez fanfic, would y'all want just a regular (raunchy) strength kink fic or a gun kink fic ? (speaking to whoever sees this💔)
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Foxy
Pairing: Girlf!Reader x Spencer Reid
Summary: Early planning leads to a very fun surprise.
Disclaimer: sexy animal costume alert !! SMUT 18+ MDNI RAUNCHY Oral sex (M and F receiving), face fucking, Spit play (because duh), groping, light spanking, hair pulling, unprotected piv, Spencer is horny and rough, creampie, (not proofread) let me know if i missed anything :b
A/N: "Stephanie ? What is this ?? It's not Halloween ? It's still summer !!" Yea ik but my mind is in Halloween so it basically is. I based this on the fact that I'm already planning my costume and yes i did insert a description of a costume I found and yes this is the most random fic ever lmao.
Spencer was an absolute horndog when it came to your costumes for halloween. And that was no different this year.. well maybe slightly. Maybe it was a little too early to be planning for Halloween, but you knew you would be busy around the time and wanted to be safe rather than sorry. Spending most free time off work scouring through all sorts of categories; angel, police woman, princesses, all the usual ones that came out around this time. None were catching your eyes til you stumbled into probably the most basic category for Halloween costumes: Animals.
Maybe it's boring and basic to be some sort of animal but the costumes were cuter than most tight, basic print ones you were finding. They were fuzzy and played with silhouettes, more decorative and that's exactly what you were looking for. There were the usual suspects in this category that have been played to death; cat, dog, bunny, fox, wolf- wait fox ? You stopped scrolling as soon as your eyes landed on it.
Big fuzzy orange and white fur, tight in all the right places, played with the silhouette in the form of big leg warmers and gloves that could be used as rugs for a mansion. It was perfect, you didn't know exactly what you were looking for but now you were sure this is the one. Scrambling for your card, you immediately put the order in then you realized, "Fuck, it's like months before Halloween.. maybe i should wait a little more.. whatever" you shrug "I'll just put it in my closet til it's time" and with that thought you clicked the big bright blue "buy now".
Spencer is exhausted after this recent case, all those long nights in the police prescient with coffee from beans that were at least a year expired really did a number on him this time. He felt like every single weight in the world was on his shoulder and filled his satchel. He knew you were more likely in his apartment because that's what you liked doing, being in his spaces when he was away to feel closer to him but right now he needed to feel closer to you. Barely any texts over this past week, that's how laser focused he was on the case and how he regretted it. He missed you so much and wanted nothing more than to sleep for days with you right next to him.
Conveniently, the costume arrived a day before Spencer was supposed to get back (key words: supposed to). You got it delivered to his apartment since you spend more time there than your own apartment. You enjoy his book infested space more sometimes. Currently, you were trying on the costume and finicking with the straps on the back of the costume. You already had most of it on but the straps decided to be a big pain in the ass all of the sudden. You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally got it on, your arms feeling sore from reaching behind you for what felt like an hour.
You only glance at yourself in the mirror before you hear something land on the bed. You turn around to see Spencer, awestruck by you. If he wasn't alert before entering his apartment, he sure as hell is now. He's breathless and can feel his pants getting tighter, the soft big fur mixed with your soft skin is enough to put him in a coma. "I got my costume a little early.." you explain shyly but before you could say more, Spencer's already hot on his heels towards you.
Pushing you back and placing his hands immediately on your hips, he slams his lips against you. You're caught off guard but reciprocate immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck. He's pushing against you hard and walks you back towards a wall. Before you can even blink, you're on your knees with Spencer's cock deep down your throat. His hand is in your hair, guiding your head back and forth on his length. Your hands on his thighs and you feel drool already dripping down on your chin.
You're moaning around his length, sending vibrations through his cock and making his head lean back in pleasure. He grips the back of your hair and pushes your head down until your nose is touching the base before he lets go for you to breathe. He tilts your head up to get a good look at you; your hair messy, face flushed and saliva all over your lips and chin. "You're so good baby, so good for me. So pretty.." he says while he admires you. You grab his length and begin stroking before placing your mouth back on it.
He moves any hair out of your face as you begin sucking him again, faster this time. He groans as he feels himself close to cumming, placing a hand against the wall as he grabs the back of your head and begins thrusting. Hes desperate to finish, cursing and thrusting faster than you were sucking. You gag around him and tears prickle in your eyes, you claw at his thighs as he fucking your throat. He finally cums and pushes you head down, filling your throat with his cum.
You pull away, swallowing most of it but coughing while gasping for air. You look up at him, sitting up on your knees. "Are you okay ?" He asks softly, smoothing out the back of your hair that's very tangled at this point. You nod, biting your lip. He grabs your chin with his fingers, tilting your face upwards to him. Parting your lips and sticking your tongue out, Spencer immediately understands your request, gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting it in your mouth. Most of it lands in your mouth with only some of it landing on your lips and cheek.
He helps you stand up and pushes you softly against the wall. You place your hands flat against the wall as he pulls up your fluffy skirt, groping your ass and pressing against you. He buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting. His hands run back up your sides and pull your lower half against his, making you grind on him. You lay the side of your face against the wall and feel him slide your panties down your legs.
You mewl as you feel his lips up your legs, kissing up your thighs and his hands back on your ass. He buries his face between your thighs and begins to lick. He tries to retain some self control but he can't help it when you smell and taste like heaven. His hands grip on the front of your thighs and pull you back as he begins eating like he's starving. His face is shoved into you and you are gasping, already feeling close as he sucks on your clit.
You close your eyes, moaning out his name and pushing back on to him. You arch your back as you get closer and closer to cumming, humping back into him. You twist your body back to look at him and thread your fingers in his hair. His blunt nails sink into the skin of your thighs. You push and buck your hips, feeling the knot in your stomach untie. You moan out, long drawn and sinful. Your legs lock up and shake, your nails dragging along the wall.
He moans, the vibrations causing you to shake from overstimulation. He drinks you up and stands up, dragging his hands up to your ass. He squeezes then slaps, making you yelp and moan. His other hand slides up your back, threading his fingers into the back of your hair from the nape of your neck before pulling. You gasp at the feeling. "Do you like that, baby ?" He asks softly, the tone a stark contrast to what he's doing to your body.
He lines himself up, both of you practically dripping and before you can answer his question, he slams into you. Using the mixture of cum and saliva dripping down your legs as a lube to slide so easily into you. The stretch makes your back arch and you moan loudly. It sucks for Spencer to live in an apartment because he's going to deal with a lot of noise complaints after this but he does not care right now.
He begins fast and he does not show mercy. Each thrust slamming into your ass. Your eyes roll back and you bite your lip to stifle any moans but your silence is meant with a hard tug on your hair. The pain makes your mouth fall open and a wave of curses, moans, whimpers spills out your lips. "Please, baby, oh my god.. I'm so close" you beg and claw at the wall as you feel another climax fast approaching.
Upon hearing your pleas, he takes his hand out of your hair and places them on the sides of your hips. His pace becomes faster, if that's even possible. His moans sync with yours, both of you growing louder as it gets more rough. He grips your hips so hard, you can already feel the bruises form. You throw your head back as you cum loudly, you feel high like you just took a hit of the best drug to exist. Spencer follows suit, slamming into you a few more times before he finishes inside you. Leaning forward against you as his hips shutter and he rides out his high slowly before stopping.
He's pressed against your back, his hands on your stomach before he wraps his arms around you. He pulls out and you both just stand there for a moment. You lean your head back against his shoulder as you straighten your back against him. "Are you okay ?" He asks softly, leaving soft kisses on your neck and cheek. Giggling at the ticklish feeling, you reassure him you're fine and you both head to the bathroom to get cleaned. Well he leads you, your legs feel like jelly in the best way possible. You're now 100% you found the right costume, you can only imagine how intense he's gonna react when he sees you fully ready for some late night action.
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