Reid To Me? *
Sometimes after a hard case, all Spencer needs you to do is take charge of him when his head is away. And you have no problem being a distraction.
Devil Incarnate *
Spencer just can’t seem to make you behave. Not when there’s alleyways to be dragged into and belts to be dropped.
One Day *
A lazy day leads to some fantasizing about the future with some sexy side effects.
Sometimes You Don’t Feel Like A Winner
An off the cuff comment from Garcia has Spencer doubting himself
Consequences *
When you purposely try to make Hotch jealous, you have to suffer the consequences
I haaate those '1987: when vampires didn't sparkle' posts for so many reasons. 1. Jesus just let teen girls enjoy twilight shut up about it and 2. You're wrong. Their blood had glitter, they were sparkly too
sorry to hijack your post (I agree with it) but i just wanted to add that those posts are always made by a specific type of annoying horror bro, and the implication is 100% that twilight is “gay” in like a 2005, “anything that i dont personally like is gay” sense. idk I just think it’s extremely funny that they think twilight, which was written by a homophobic pro-abstinence mormon, is gayer than the lost boys, which was made by an openly gay director who injected homoeroticism into every scene
one of the bigger lost boys facebook groups is full of those memes and it’s like...this is literally so homoerotic. this is one of the gayest horror movies. please. did we watch the same movie. did we see the same vampires. oh my god
Okay hear me out enchanted by taylor swift with a rossi!daughter reader x spencer. They meet at an fbi banquet and really hit it off and are talking the whole night and reader won’t shut up about spencer to rossi so he finally gives spencer her number at work becuase “she won’t shut up about you” and the team starts laughing and teasing spencer but he finally asks her out and they go on a date 😁
cw: spencer gets nervous in a crowd and theres one of those ‘if you hurt her...’ talks, it’s pretty much just fluff tho :)
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Spencer sees her for the first time during the annual FBI award ceremony. It’s a Saturday night and he’d really rather be at home curled up on the couch with his new copy of Fahrenheit 451, but alas - he wormed his way out of coming last year and his teammates weren’t about to let him get away with it a second time.
It’s only been about thirty minutes and he’s already exhausted - the crowd of people is only getting larger and the hum of conversation along with it. His blazer is too loose around the shoulders and his slacks are too short around the ankles - he’s wearing a soft cardigan underneath and despite how much he loves it, it still feels like everyone else is so much better dressed that he is. Hotch and Emily are the only other members of his team who have arrived thus far, and they’re both too preoccupied with playing nice with the higher-ups to notice Spencer standing alone in the corner.
He awkwardly stands there and fiddles with his shirt cuffs for a while, growing increasingly anxious as more and more time passes without another familiar face appearing in the crowd. That’s what I get for letting Garcia talk me into this, he thinks to himself, Half-an-hour since the banquet started and she’s still not here yet!
His mouth starts to feel dry as he stands alone and rocks on his heels so he makes the decision to venture out into the crowd in search of a glass of water, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he goes. The catering tables are easy enough to find, and there’s a big jug of ice water with a spout at the bottom and lemon slices floating on the top. Spencer’s hands are shaking a little as he reaches for one of the clear plastic cups, holding it under the spout and watching the water line slowly creep up and up and up. He gulps the whole cup down right there then goes to fill it a second time, flinching when some of the cold water splashes onto his hands and -
“Thirsty much?” someone says from behind him.
Spencer jolts upright at the sound, just narrowly avoiding spilling the entire cup of water all over himself as he spins around and sputters, “W-I, uhhh...I-I just, well, you know -”
“Relax, Bow tie,” the person - a woman - says, “I’m just messin’ with ya.”
“Bow tie?” Spencer replies, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his brow as he tries to figure out what she could possibly be referring to.
She just giggles and bites back a grin, gesturing toward his neck and she says, “Yeah. You know, because…”
He squints at her and brings a hand up to his neck on instinct, feeling around his collar until his fingers brush up against the silky fabric of his tie, tracing around the knot until -
“Oh!” he exclaims, letting out a nervous chuckle, “I...forgot I was wearing this…”
She takes a step closer and brings a hand up to meet his, thumbing over his palm as he blushes at the close proximity. “Don’t worry,” she whispers, “I think it’s cute.”
And then she steps back for a moment and he has a chance to really look at her, to take in the soft part of her hair and the way her silvery dress glimmers when it catches the light. His jaw drops a little as he lets his eyes glide over her, too awestruck to remember that she can definitely see him doing it. She giggles and twirls around in a circle, letting the fabric of her long dress fan out around her and smiling as he watches it settle in a daze.
She leans in again and grins at his shaky exhale, letting her voice drop low as she says, “Like what you see, Bow tie?”
Spencer eyes widen as he starts to process her words, his blush deepening with flustered embarrassment as he stutters, “I-I…”
“What’s your name?” she inquires, her breath ghosting across his cheek as he turns to face her.
“Spencer,” he replies without a second thought, too enamored with her perfume to think about anything else.
And then she’s the one jolting upright, her eyebrows creeping up towards her hairline as she says, “Spencer...like Spencer Reid? You’re Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU?”
“Yeah, that’s me,” he replies as puzzled expression overtakes his face, “How did you -”
“(y/n)!” a familiar voice comes booming in from the left, “I was wondering where you ran off to!”
She gives Spencer a little bit of a sheepish look as David Rossi pulls her into a hug, leaving a protective hand on her shoulder as he pulls away. Spencer just stands there awkwardly and contemplates melting into the floor, rocking on his heels as his brain sends his body mixed signals - run away! No, don’t! If you just stay still, maybe he won’t notice you…
Rossi’s face lights up when he sees Spencer, a warm smile overtaking his features as he says, “Spencer - I see you’ve met my daughter!”
“Y-your daughter!” Spencer exclaims before he can stop himself, “Uhhh...Yeah it was, um, it was n-nice to meet her too. Yeah, yeah...”
Rossi - David Rossi - just gives him a funny look as Spencer blushes and fiddles with his bow tie, blushing more when he remembers (y/n) saying Don’t worry, I think it’s cute. Rossi’s just opening his mouth to say something (and Spencer is about five seconds from spontaneously combusting) when he sees JJ walking into the banquet hall, her blonde head appearing like a godsend in the sea of people.
“JJ!” he yelps, almost starting to run towards her before remembering the two people in front of him and stopping himself, “Um - JJ, she’s uhhh...she just got here and I, um, I promised I’d meet her so uhhhhh...I’m just gonna go, okay bye!”
And then he speed-walks away, almost tripping over his feet in his haste to escape, leaving one very confused David Rossi and one somewhat sheepish (y/n) Rossi behind him.
Ohmygod! Spencer thinks to himself, I just checked out Rossi’s daughter!
…
Spencer stumbles into work on Monday morning and sinks down in front of his desk, keeping a nervous eye on Rossi’s office and jumping every time someone gets too close. Rossi lets him stew for the entire day, smiling at him when they run into each other in the break room and chatting idly with Spencer when he goes to deliver a few stacks of finished files.
It’s nearing 5pm and Spencer’s just about to burst from the anticipation when Rossi appears next to him, smirking down at him as he writes something in his notebook, tearing it out and pressing it into Spencer’s sweaty hands once he’s finished. Spencer looks down at the paper and memorizes the ten digit number before he can even process what it says, then squints up at Rossi as he tries to figure out what he’s just been given -
“That’s (y/n) number,” he says as he points toward the paper, “She can’t stop talking about ‘that cute agent with the bow tie.’”
Spencer squeaks in response, a blush creeping up his neck as he clears his throat and sputters, “Well I-I, uhh…”
“Now,” Rossi leans in, hovering over Spencer and dropping his voice, “Don’t think for one second that I didn’t see you checking out my daughter - I think you’re a good guy Dr. Reid, that’s why I’m giving you her number, but if I find out that you hurt my bambina in any way? Well…”
Rossi just makes a pointed gesture with his eyebrows - Spencer squeaks a second time and stutters out, “I-I won’t - I won’t, I promise! I-I mean I would never...I could never!”
“Ah, I know you wouldn’t - I’m just giving you a hard time,” Rossi chuckles, immediately drawing back and smiling down at Spencer, “Give her a call as soon as you get home - take it from me, she’ll be very happy to hear from you.”
And then Rossi turns on his heels and saunters back to his office, leaving Spencer to gaping behind him. He looks down at the paper in his hands and thumbs over the numbers, mouthing along as he reads them to himself even though he already has them memorized.
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Hi! Is this, um, is this (y/n) Rossi?
Yeah that’s me, to whom do I owe the pleasure?
Oh, it’s uhh...it’s Spencer? From the banquet last Saturday?
Bow tie! Yeah of course I know who you are, how did you get my number?
Y-your dad...your dad gave it to me
He didn’t scare you too much, did he? He can be a little overprotective sometimes -
No, no! He didn’t, um...he didn’t scare me!
Are you sure? Because you don’t sound very sure…
W-well, maybe he scared me a little...but it’s okay, I promise! It was just that, you know, that ‘if you hurt her…’ type of thing and I-I have no intentions of hurting you, so I really don’t think I have anything to worry about - I...I’m rambling, aren’t I?
A little, yes - I like it though, it’s cute!
Oh...a-anyway, I guess I just wanted to see if...i-if you wanted to go out sometime? With, um, with me?
Are you asking me out on a date, Dr. Reid?
Um! Y-yeah, I was - but obviously you can say no if you want to, I mean I totally understand if you don’t want to go out on a date with me -
Summary: Reader doesn’t know what she did to make Spencer hate her so much.
A/N: This fic is just a reminder that sub!Spencer lives rent free in my head at all times. Also, if anyone would like to be on a taglist for one shots like these, let me know! I’m going to work on getting one started.
Pairing: sub!Spencer/femdom! reader
Content Warnings: honestly way too much swearing, sexual harassment, slapping, hands free orgasm, oral sex (male and female receiving), hand job, orgasm denial, edging, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, degradation, femdom
Word Count: 8.2k
I have absolutely no idea what I’ve done to make Spencer Reid hate me.
Usually, when someone despises a person to the point of complete and total avoidance, there’s a reason. No one just wakes up and decides to resent another person for the hell of it – right? Wrong.
Because Spencer Reid positively loathes me – and I have no idea why.
Summary: Hotch takes his partner out for their first game of golf as a date.
AN: I’ve been looking after my dad after his back surgery and my nan just died. So I’m not writing so much as I used to. But hopefully the next part of “Goodnight Aaron” will be up soon. In the meantime, thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for sending me the gifs and encouraging my Hotch ramblings. I really needed to hit out a low commitment fic. Enjoy some gender neutral fluff!
Request: I’d love to read your take on Spencer being introduced to BDSM. Maybe the team has a case and they investigate a club. One of the submissive/dominatrix is interested in him and teaches him the ropes (pun intended).
A/N: My favorite Anon! I have finally finished part one of your fic! I desperately hope that you enjoy it so far, because you deserve it. I think about you all the time and I hope things are going well for you. As for everyone else – this is just the background leading up to their relationship. It’s basically all smut from this point on, so buckle in! I take requests for this kink anthology, but reminder that I don’t do anal play for personal reasons. Enjoy!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut (NSFW)
Content Warning: Exhibitionism, Public Sex, BDSM, roughhousing, heavy petting
Word Count: 9,750
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It was a calm Friday night in Washington, D.C. and the air smelled of cherry blossoms, dogwoods, and adventure. Just inside the five star hotel suite was a collection of oversized coats not fit for the weather. They weren’t meant to keep us warm; they were meant to keep us safe from prying, judgmental eyes.
Past those coats, though, that’s where the real fun was to be had. Sadly, it wouldn’t be had by me that night. Or at least, I thought it wouldn’t.
My nail tapped absentmindedly against the wine glass in my hand, which attracted the attention of the man beside me more than anything else. It certainly didn’t do anything for my nerves. Still, it was obvious that of the two of us, I was more comfortable in our current situation. I couldn’t blame him; it must have been strange to be there while on the clock.
“You know, this wouldn’t have been nearly as uncomfortable for you if the serial killer had decided to start killing people before our monthly munch.” I said quietly, hoping that it was the kind of innocuous joke that might appeal to an FBI agent currently stuck inside a BDSM event. But to say it did not land would be a dramatic understatement.
Request: When you purposely try to make Hotch jealous, you have to suffer the consequences
A/N: I was a part of the secret fic swap created by dontkissthewriter for our discord server. I got dontkissthewriter and it gave me a branch out of my comfort zone. This is the result. I hope you all like it 🙂 Again, thank you to imagining-in-the-margins for being an amazing beta reader. My writing wouldn’t be nearly as good without her!
It was quiet in the bullpen, everyone trying to get through case reports as quickly as they could in order to go home. The most recent case had been a run of the mill case for BAU standards and the team wasn’t there long. It was long enough for you to formulate and execute a plan, which had clearly worked based on the text message you’d just received.
“You comin’ lil mama?” Derek’s voice broke you from your thoughts. You look up to see him eyeing you expectantly while he shrugs on his coat.
“No, you go ahead.” You smile. “I’m going to finish up here. I have a bit more to do before I’m done.”
“Did you want my help?”
You laugh and shake your head. “No, thanks. I appreciate the offer though.”
He nods and bids you goodnight, leaving just you and Aaron left. Although you wouldn’t know it beyond the pale light filtering through his closed shades.
“And then there were two.” You mutter as you swivel your chair to face his office window.
You knew what you had done while the team was in Albuquerque. After all, you had done it on purpose, simply to get a rise out of one man: Aaron Hotchner. He had decided that he was too busy for you and that just simply wouldn’t do. So, you may have harmlessly flirted with the lead detective on the case, laying it on extra thick whenever your unit chief was within range. You knew you were getting to him as the days rolled over. His stance was getting more rigid and his words more tense. It all came to a head when he snapped on the poor detective over an innocuous mistake. You felt bad for the guy, you really did, but you smirked internally at how you’d succeeded at getting under Aaron’s skin.
You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for what was waiting for you behind that door. You straighten out your clothes and curtly knock on the door. You’re not entirely sure why you knocked, because you opened the door before you ever heard an answer.
“You wanted to see me sir?”
You can’t help but take in the image before you. He is able to command the room even from behind the desk. Always the stern authoritarian, his face was impassive and giving away nothing about why he called you in. You knew why, though.
“Come in.” His voice was deep and stern, and you felt a shiver run through you at the tone. “I wanted to discuss your behavior on the case.” His eyes never left you as you came to stand next to his desk, but refused to sit down.
“What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head in the perfect picture of feigned innocence.
“You know exactly what I mean.” His glare was intense, and you waited to see how long it would take him to blink.
You innocently shook your head with a tiny smirk. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Practically throwing yourself at Detective Morrison.” He cut straight to the point, not even bothering to entertain your charade. His words hung in the air as you stared each other down. “You were so desperate for attention, just like the cheap whore that you are.”
You were prepared for his words and made sure to keep your expression neutral, although a heat began rising in the pit of your stomach.
“It was pathetic to watch.”
The air was tense while you both waited to see who would talk next. It would be Aaron.
“So, here’s what you’re going to do,” he begins, pushing back and creating a gap between himself and the desk, “you’re going to get on your knees and you’re going to make yourself useful while I finish these reports.”
“What?” You ask, excitement blooming through you despite your apparent objection.
“You heard me. It’s your fault this has taken me this long, so you’re going to make up for it.” He looks at you expectantly and you know better than to question him further. Last time you pushed him and questioned his order, your throat was sore for a week from how far he shoved his cock down it.
“I gave you an order.” He raised an eyebrow, signaling to you not to make him wait any longer.
It would not be enough to walk to the desk; that would provide you with dignity you didn’t deserve. Instead, you carefully dropped to your knees and crawled towards him, making sure to add an extra sway to your hips as you moved. He deserved a show, which explains why he watched as you settled between his legs and began working on removing his slacks.
You enjoyed the fact that he was already straining against his zipper, trying to act as unaffected, but his body betrayed him. He let out a sigh of relief as his erection was freed.
“Get to work.” He commanded, and you didn’t waste any time before moving forward and engulfing the tip of his dick. You moan at the taste of him and moved down to slide him to the back of your throat. You can hear a faint hiss and grunt from his mouth, but he makes no move to touch you.
Still, he doesn’t leave you completely unmentioned, his voice raspy and low when he finally spoke. “You know, deep down, he was only being polite. Even he recognized that a slut like you constantly needs attention. We both know he would never touch you.” He doesn’t touch you as he talks, let alone spare you a glance. The only inclination that he was affected by your mouth was the tensing of his thighs.
“I know what you were doing.” He continues. “Trying to make me jealous simply so that I would pay attention to you. I thought you were an adult beyond such petty games. Clearly I was wrong.”
He leans back to watch you work and you can’t help but moan at the sight of him, still in his suit jacket and tie, looking down on you sucking his dick under his desk. He pulls his cock from your mouth and begins tapping and rubbing it against your face. You moan at the sensation and he chuckles knowingly.
“You love the smell of my cock, don’t you? Such a needy slut.” He grunts as he drags his cock up and down your face. You moan as his hot skin glides across your face and the heady smell fills your senses. You want so badly to reach into your slacks and touch yourself, but you resist knowing he’d notice and leave you high and dry for the foreseeable future. It just wasn’t worth it.
“More.” You gasp, looking up at him with what you hoped would be enough to induce some pity from the man. He looks down on you and slaps your face with his dick, bringing a cheerful smile to your lips. He smears his precum on your cheek and lips.
“Should’ve known.” He mumbled.
“Aaron...” You moan, not even caring that you sound whiny. You just want him. You need him.
“What?” He snaps.
“I need more.” You pathetically beg. He was everywhere, but it still wasn’t enough.
“You don’t need more, you want more. Like the greedy slut that you are.”
You nod in agreement– what else is there to do? – and he lets out a dark chuckle.
“You should be thanking me for wasting my breath on you. For giving you the opportunity to taste my cock.” He taunts. “Sometimes you’re so pathetic I wonder why I even bother. Why I shouldn’t put you out of your misery.” His words were harsh, but they always hit in a different way and you loved it. The meaner he was to you, the more in love you fell.
“Get up.”
You wordlessly follow his instruction and look down on him as he remains in his chair.
“Take off your pants and over. Grip the sides of the desk.” He orders, knowing full well that you will comply. You watch as he stands up and makes quick work of his tie before yanking it entirely off. Your eyes widen in wonder as he undoes his cuffs and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing more and more of his skin. You don’t even bother trying to hide the moan as the sight unfolds before you. You catch his tiny smirk at the sound.
“I’m waiting.” He says. You bite back your snarky comment as you slowly remove your pants and fold yourself over his desk.
“Glad you know how to follow directions.” He says, trailing his fingers across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. The gentleness of his touch is sharply contrasted by the way he roughly grabs hold of your hip, pressing you down against the desk before raising his other hand.
“Who do you belong to?” He asks, his hand harshly coming down on your ass before you have a chance to answer. The sound reverberates around the empty room and the accompanying sting courses through your body, causing your toes to curl in your shoes. You want to answer, but there is no time between the extreme responses he’s causing. Each time you started to say ‘You, god, you’ he’s moving again, his anger palpable in the air. The stoic Aaron Hotchner devolved into nothing but a man hellbent on breaking you down to nothing.
“Answer me, bitch!” He snaps, slapping your ass again, his voice raising with, again, no time to respond. “I will use my belt if I have to. Maybe my hand isn’t enough for a filthy slut like you.” You know he can hear the ragged way you were breathing between the sobs, but he didn’t seem to care. When you do manage to speak, it’s more of a pitiful croak.
“You!” You finally cry. Because while you do love when he uses his belt, you’d like to actually be able to sit down after this.
“That’s right.” He says through clenched teeth with another harsh slap, “You’re mine and you’ll always be mine.” His hand was relentless, his pace and power of both words and motions increasing with each passing second. “Mine to fuck! Mine to mark up! Mine to tie up! Fucking mine!” Each sentiment was followed by a resounding slap, and you were certain there were various angry marks across your sensitive skin. You’d look at them later and fondly recall this moment. The moment Aaron Hotchner called you his.
“Fuck…” You hiss, “Aaron, please.”
“Stop begging. You don’t get a say in this. You’re nothing but a toy for me; something for me to use whenever I want and however, I want.” He snaps, rubbing his dick on your ass, much like he did on your face. “My own personal whore.”
There is a brief silence, and all you can do is wait for what he wants to do next.
“I already know what you want.” He states. “You want me to fuck you, like the greedy bitch you are.”
“Please.” You don’t even bother denying it. There’s shuffling behind you and suddenly his hand is gripping your jaw as he brings his face beside yours.
“Open your mouth.” No sooner than you do, he stuffs his tie in your mouth and drags your arms behind your back, holding them together with one hand. “Much better. Now I don’t have to listen to your disgusting voice.” He snarls.
Without another word, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. You cry out from both the pleasure and pain of his sudden intrusion, the noises muffled behind the tie. They are buried in his broken moans and curt grunts as he relentlessly pounds into you.
“Who knew I’d get lucky by hiring such a fucking slut like you? Always have to have a dick in you to behave.” He moans, his hips never stopping their movements.
“You do suck my dick so well though.” He grunts. “Always so ready for me.” He wasn’t even talking to you and you knew it. He was talking to hear himself talk, reveling in the power he had over you. The way that he could command you to hold the business end of his loaded gun in your mouth and you would do it.
“I love that you know when to shut the fuck up. When I don’t want to hear your stupid fucking voice.” He continues, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back at the same time he gives a particularly hard thrust, causing your body to fold in a way it is definitely not supposed to. Aaron doesn’t care.
“Fuck!” Your cry is muffled from his tie, but he understands what you’re saying.
“Turn around.” He orders as he pulls out of you, watching you awkwardly shuffle around until you’re on your back laying across various reports with your legs around his waist.
When he entered you next his movements were slow and purposeful. He took his time, enjoying the way your face contorted as he stretched you open. His hand trailed up your body like you were porcelain, barely touching you until it came to rest at your throat.
“That poor detective would have no idea how to handle a filthy slut like you.” He sneered, tightening his grip around your neck before he snapped his hips forward, the menacing and pain in his movements returning with a vengeance. “You’re too bratty for him.”
You looked up at him and couldn’t help but notice how the veins and muscles in his arm were bulging under the tension. You clenched around him at the sight of how fucked out he looked. All because of you. You did this to him. Only you could.
“Fuck yes.” He hisses. “Clench around my cock like the desperate whore you are.” He moans. You continue to clench around him again and again, until his movements start to falter, and his hand tightens once again. He gives you a few more thrusts before abruptly pulling out and yanking you off the desk.
You almost fall to the floor, but manage to find your feet before it happens. You look down and bite your lip at his glistening cock bobbing between you.
“On your knees.”
The look he gave you left no room for argument; not that you had any left. Any of the attitude you’d walked into his office with, he’d fucked out of you. He’d simply fucked you into submission. On your knees, you watched as he wrapped one of the hands he’d used to beat you around his cock.
“I’m going to make you look beautiful for once in your life.”
“Please.” You beg. You love it when he marks you however he wants. There have been countless days where you’ve had to wear a turtleneck to cover the bitemarks and bruises he’s left on your neck and shoulders. You often have bite marks so deep you can practically make out each tooth. You wished they would never fade. As he touched himself to the vision of you on the floor before him, you dropped your mouth open with your tongue presented to him, ready to take whatever he would give you.
“So, fucking good. Always so willing.” He grunted as he quickly stroked his cock while standing over you. He puts his other hand on your head to hold you steady. You continued to watch as his hand flew over his dick, still wet with the evidence of how badly you wanted him.
“Oh...fuck.” He grunts as the first rope shoots out and lands on your cheek. You close your eyes and smile as each warm shot lands on your face. The hand on your head slackens before falling away and you clear the cum from your eyes before opening them to look up at him.
“Finally,” he says smiling fondly, “you look beautiful.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. You two looked at each other for a moment before his usual stoic personality shifted back into place.
“Clean yourself up and go home. It’s late.”
You look up at him in bewilderment, your legs rubbing together and your entire body rocking as you arched your back. “What about me?”
You pout as he straightens his clothes out. He doesn’t answer at first, straightening his things like he was preparing to leave. He hardly looked at you through it all, even going so far as to open the door and turn off the lights in the room. When he did look at you, you wondered what he saw in the girl still on her knees in the dark, covered with his cum and begging for more.
“What about you?” He asked in that trademark monotone. You were going to respond, to plead your case and beg him to touch you before he left, but before the words came, he had already closed the door.
