if anyone were to walk into bellamy blake’s tent, the image before them would appear innocent - a messy haired boy curled up with his girlfriend, his arm drawn across your waist. what they wouldn’t see is his cock stuffed deep into your cunt beneath the covers, still as a statue. the hand so ‘eloquently’ around your waist is instead dipping to rub tight circles against your clit whilst he tells you that he’ll only move when you’ve already come once.
bellamy blake, who tries his damn hardest to keep to his word, to prevent himself from driving into the girl before him with a pace so bruising you’d fear he might pierce through your tummy. every soft mewl you let out fuels the fire burning in his core to take you, to claim you, to fuck you until all you know is his name and the shape of his cock inside of you.
his patience is thin, and bellamy blake has never been one to hold back. he moves his fingers hastily until your jaw is dropping in a near silent screech, the digits of his free hand stuffing deep into the warm crevice of your mouth to silence you. he doesn’t want anyone else hearing how you writhe for him, and only him.
all bellamy blake knows by now is how to please you, to make it known that if you ever leave, nobody will bring you to the heights he does. nobody would position themselves behind you and imprint their cock quite so deep within you, deeming a thrust incomplete if his tip hasn’t smacked against the wall of your womb, if he hasn’t felt your cunt attempt to milk him dry before he’s even an inch within.
now if someone were to walk into bellamy blake’s tent, they might get a show.
hi!!! would you be up for writing a soft dom bellamy x best friend reader fic/oneshot? maybe he gets jealous when he sees other guys flirting/talking about y/n in a sexual way. and bellamy being protective, pulled reader away and confesses his love to her?
realms of friendship - b.b
also requested: “hi gurll i didn’t know 100 writers were still active you’re feeding me bc no one writes bellamy smut anymore 😞 i just need porn with a plot please surprise me and keep em comin !” + “hi this is my first time asking but can u plsss write blake smut. like literally anything im so deprived of him im begging.”
warnings: SMUT! unprotected p in v, that’s pretty much it. brief mention of a gun?? but not kinky. technically takes place in s3 of the 100.
word count: 5.1k
characterisation: reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns & feminine terms.
comments: here u go anons!! i hope this is okay…it’s far from the best thing i’ve written, but i wanted to write a bellamy fic whilst i was sure i had some free time. it might be a little ooc, only because i’m not super used to writing for him yet. nevertheless, feel free to send in more request for blurbs/hcs/fics! the first two are more likely to be answered quickly <3. if you don’t wanna read the smut, there’s a divider before it gets spicy :)
“I just think if you popped a couple of buttons open, maybe let your hair loose once in a while, the guys in camp would be all over you,” Jasper shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans into the backseat of the rover, his lips carrying that same ‘carefree’ smirk he’s had since getting out of Mount Weather.
Murphy snorts, sitting opposite Jasper in the trunk. “As if,” he snickers, his nose crinkling in amusement. “The guys in camp are already all over her, she’s just too frigid to give them a try, ain’t that right?” he grins, leaning forward to rest his hands on the leather of her seat, placing his chin on the edge as he peeks into the front. She internally grimaces at his proximity, twisting in her spot to lean against the window, her brows slightly furrowed at the two boys.
“Shut up,” she grumbles quietly, mirroring Jasper’s position and folding her arms, the expression on her face betraying her distaste for the topic of conversation. She's aware that the two boys are purposely trying to rile her up, but that doesn’t make them any easier to deal with when they get like this.
In the backseat, Jasper kicks his feet up, somehow managing to stay upright despite the bumps in the track as Bellamy roughly drives the four of them back to camp. “Yeah, right. Like who? You?” he muses teasingly, raising a brow at Murphy, as if daring him to take their game further.
“Hell yeah, me,” Murphy retorts cockily, still flashing his borderline predatory grin to her. “With a face that pretty and an ass like that, I can’t understand why she’s not been snatched up,” he smirks, his words complimentary in his own mind yet being perceived entirely different by the recipient. He keeps his gaze on her as he talks to Jasper, briefly glancing over at Bellamy in the driver's seat. The older boy’s nose is turned up in disgust as he listens to the conversation, the veins in his hands becoming more prominent from his grip on the steering wheel.
She scrunches her nose up too, her cheeks heating up at Murphy’s words, feeling a wave of embarrassment pass through her body. She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a reply, and he takes it upon himself to lean further over her seat, his chest fully pressed against the back. “What? Not even a thank you?” he taunts, his grin getting wider at the way she squirms under his stare. “Eh, whatever. You look better with your mouth shut. Plus, I can think of other ways to keep it occupied,” he snickers crudely, lifting his arm as he begins to reach his hand around her chair.
In an instant, Bellamy’s fingers are clasping Murphy’s wrist, his grip too tight to pass as merely playful. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, his voice stern as he pushes him into the back of the rover once more. “Back off, Murphy, you don’t need to be so close to her,” he mutters gruffly, his lips slightly pursed into a scowl.
A huff escapes Murphy’s lips as he’s roughly pushed back, thudding into the seat opposite Jasper again, who’s tickled by the entire situation. “Ow. Jeez, Blake, loosen up a little. She knows I’m just fuckin’ with her,” he grumbles, his thumb and pointer finger wrapping around his wrist to soothe the ache of Bellamy’s previous grip. “She’s dead weight, anyway. Dunno why we bring her on these trips if we can’t have some fun with her.”
Bellamy glares at Murphy through the windscreen mirror, his protectiveness for the girl beside him flaring up. He knows he should probably tone it down to avoid suspicion of any deeper feelings for his best friend, but he can’t let her be mercilessly teased when he knows she won't stand up for herself. Plus, the insinuation of her friends bringing her on supply runs purely to sleep with her makes his skin crawl. “Stop being a fucking perv,” he snaps, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly as his hand returns to it.
Murphy furrows his brows, clearly displeased with Bellamy’s interruption of his fun. “I’m not bein’ a perv,” he retorts, his voice laced with offence, “I’m just lettin’ the lady know that she’s got options if she wants it,” he shrugs, rolling his eyes over dramatically, his ego bruised.
“Yeah, well, she doesn’t want that, and she sure as hell doesn’t want you,” Bellamy grits, pressing down on the gas a little harsher, his mood souring at the thought of spending any longer in the vehicle whilst Murphy shamelessly flirts with his friend. friend.
“Now shut up for the rest of the drive or I’m throwing you out and you’re walking back to camp. Both of you.”
Her eyes go slightly wide at Bellamy’s defence, raising her brows in surprise. She looks back at Jasper and Murphy, who are both staring at her incredulously, and shrugs her shoulders. The rest of the short drive is spent in silence, with nobody wanting to get onto Bellamy’s bad side again. Her gaze remains focused on the landscape flying by, thoughts wandering to the boy beside her, as they most often do.
Upon the group’s return to Arkadia, Bellamy pulls into the garage, the roaring of the rover dying in an instant as he shuts it off. “Out,” he orders gruffly, earning a grumble from both Murphy and Jasper as they hop out of the vehicle, slamming the doors behind them before heading away from the garage. She follows suit, watching Bellamy climb out too, and she instinctively starts heading away, not wanting to catch the brunt of his lingering moodiness.
“Not you.”
She stops in her tracks as his words echo through the empty garage, slowly turning around to face him. “Not…me?” she questions, her brows arched. She’s half expecting him to tell her she’s forgotten something, or that she needs to help him unload the rover, but the way his expression has softened tenfold from just minutes ago makes her slightly uneasy.
“Not you,” he repeats, his voice softer, taking a few steps towards her. “What was all that about? Why were you just sitting there letting Jasper and Murphy talk about you like that?”
A dry chuckle escapes her lips, and she fights the urge to roll her eyes at the memory. “Used to it by now,” she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Murphy’s been that way since the dawn of time, and Jasper’s new emo phase has him acting like a dick 24/7. It’s whatever,” she huffs, puckering her lips as she stands awkwardly, her gaze shifting around.
“It’s just not ‘whatever’ though, is it?” he retorts sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her as he steps closer once more. “You shouldn’t let them believe they can talk to you like that, it’ll just get worse if they think they can get away with it. I know what guys are like,” he says, the idea of her being so compliant with being objectified stirring a flame deep in his heart, his instincts screaming at him to shield her from such taunts.
She snorts at his sass, amused by how insistent he’s getting. “I really don’t care about what they have to say, Blake,” she says, shaking her head slightly and shrugging her shoulders. She’s speaking truthfully - the teasing she endures from other boys in camp is practically an everyday occurrence by now.
“Bellamy,” he corrects.
“What?”
“You’re my best friend. It’s Bellamy to you, not Blake. You know I don’t like that.”
“Okay…” she says, dragging her syllables out briefly. “I don’t really care, Bellamy,” she repeats.
“I do,” he shrugs simply, placing his hands onto his hips. She, too, narrows her eyes at that, scanning his features from any ulterior motive to his words. His lips are pressed into a thin line, his brows slightly furrowed as usual, but his eyes carry a hint of concern, and she’s trying to figure out why without straight up asking.
After a few seconds, she sighs softly, tilting her head backwards as she lets out a groan, a little embarrassed by the entire situation. She lets her head fall straight again, looking over at him. “Bell, I appreciate it, I really do, but I don’t want you barking at your friends for me. I can handle it.”
He chuckles at that, and she’s almost offended that the one thing to make him laugh is the thought of her defending herself. “Listen, you can tell me to back off, tell me whatever the hell you want, but you should know by now that I’m not the type of guy to stand by when you’re evidently uncomfortable, princess. If they pull that shit again when I’m around-,” he says, placing his hand on her shoulder and leaning down slightly, raising his brows, “-I’m gonna say something.”
“You’re really annoying,” she deadpans, her eyes still narrowed as he leans to be level with her.
“Not annoying, just protective of my friends,” he shrugs, his hand trailing down to lightly skim across her arm, stilling there. “And you happen to be my best one, so you get the brunt of it.”
Rolling her eyes, she lets out a huff, her gaze roaming the garage. “Gee, thanks, lucky me,” she grumbles, her brows softly furrowed together.
He hums, straightening up once more as he looks down at her. “Damn straight, lucky you,” he grins, a rare sight from the usual scowl adorning his lips. His gaze is downcast, a twinkle in his deep brown eyes always prominent when his focus is on the girl before him. “And stop that, you’ll get premature wrinkles,” he mutters teasingly, lifting his free hand to smooth out the dip between her brows with his thumb.
A faint blush dusts her cheeks as his thumb swipes across her skin, her gaze briefly dashing to his teeth poking behind his lips before back to his eyes. She’s used to him being somewhat touchy, always greeting her with a reunion hug or squeezing her shoulders when she needs reassurance, but something in the air feels different with him tonight.
“Why’d you really defend me against Jasper and Murphy, huh?” she murmurs, her eyes roaming his features skeptically.
He doesn’t answer her verbally, but his grin widens cheekily as he steps forward again, his thumb moving to swipe her jaw, silently signalling his next move.
“Don’t,” she mumbles, her eyes widening a smidge as she pieces together what he’s boldly getting at, her own mind running a thousand miles per hour. She finally uncrosses her arms, letting them fall slack at her sides, subtly opening herself up to him. If Bellamy Blake, her best friend, kisses her right here in this garage, she might just have to face a year's worth of pent up emotions, and she’s not sure she’s ready for that.
“Why not?” Bellamy whispers, his grin widening as he slowly leans in. At first he was teasing her, but the closer he gets, the more tempting it is to close the gap.
“It’ll change everything,” she retorts quietly, unable to stop herself from taking a peek at his plump lips, his cupids bow littered with stubble.
“No it won’t.”
“Liar.”
“We’ll see.”
With that, he leans in, closing the gap until his lips are ghosting over hers, their noses brushing together. He doesn’t take it any further, keeping their lips a mere few millimeters apart as he waits for her to make the final move, his own lips curved up in a smile so bright she thinks she might go blind.
She huffs at him, seeing what he’s playing at. “I hate you,” she grumbles, all prior thoughts ditching her brain as she presses her lips against his, feeling him chuckle into the kiss as they both close their eyes. He’s slightly chapped, but she hadn’t expected much different, so she’s not bothered. She has no room to complain when her best friend, likely the most sought after man in Arkadia, is kissing her so sweetly.
Sweetly doesn't last too long, his lips pressing against hers with more insistence as his hand gently squeezes her arm, his other cupping her cheek. He pokes his tongue out, swiping it across her bottom lip in a silent ask for entry to her mouth, wanting to deepen the kiss he’s so desperately been waiting for. When she keeps her lips firmly pressed together, he furrows his brows.
“Lemme in,” he mumbles against her lips, trying again with his tongue.
“No,” she retorts quietly, closing her lips up immediately to keep him out.
“Why not?” he groans gruffly, pressing his forehead against hers, a hint of a pout on his face.
She pulls back fully, her hands lingering in the air by his waist, not quite willing to place them yet. “Not until you tell me why you’re kissing me,” she whispers, her voice holding a vulnerability that wasn't there minutes ago.
Shaking his head in amusement, he drops his gaze briefly to quietly laugh at her question, before looking at her once more. “Are you seriously asking me that, princess?” he grins, his forehead creasing. “Why does anyone kiss another person?”
She looks up at him, her mind racing with possible answers. For love? For lust? For the hell of it? “I dunno,” she decides is the best answer, shrugging her shoulders.
“Are you really gonna make me say it?” he chuckles, his thumb moving to brush across her chin.
“Yeah. Say it,” she mutters.
Bellamy huffs, smirking at her obliviousness. “Okay, listen carefully, yeah? I…want to kiss you…because I like you, ‘kay? Romantically. R-O-M-A–”
She cuts him off with a smack to his chest at his sarcasm, her cheeks flaring up. “Yeah, yeah, okay, I get it!” she grumbles, letting her head fall down to his shoulder on instinct, wanting to shield herself from his teasing. His grin only widens as she hides her face from him, his hands going to her waist as he nudges his nose into her hair.
“Might even go as far as to say I love you,” he whispers, gently moving her hair out of his way to ghost his lips against her neck, his touch a lot softer than she ever would have anticipated.
“You don’t,” she retorts, lifting her head just an inch to open up her neck to him.
“I do,” a kiss to her pulse point.
“You don’t.”
“I do. Can’t stand hearing other guys talk about you like how they were earlier,” a kiss to her jaw.
“You don’t.”
“I do, princess, and you love me too,” a kiss just below her ear.
“I-” she cuts herself off with a groan, knowing she can’t in good conscience stand here and tell him she doesn’t love him.
Bellamy chuckles at her groan, tilting her head to make her look at him once more. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he mutters cockily. “You gonna let me in now?” he questions, his lips hovering above hers for the second time in a few minutes.
“Fine,” she scoffs.
The gap is closed once more in an instant as he presses his mouth to hers, wasting no time before slipping his tongue into her parted lips. He hums at the taste of her, living up to everything he’d ever imagined and more. Her world narrows down to just him and his mouth, her hands finally placing themselves on his waist, fingertips skimming beneath his tan shirt. She can’t help the small moan that passes her lips as he laps his tongue against hers, kissing her like a man starved.
He laughs against her lips again as she moans, hooking his hands under her thighs and hoisting her up, directing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She does so without hesitation, though she’s slightly stumped by his haste.
“Eager, much?” she mutters as she pulls away, the string of saliva between their mouths breaking as she talks.
A grin breaks onto his lips once more, and he looks over her shoulder as he quickly navigates out of the garage and down the hall, heading for his quarters. “You want me to slow down? You wanna drag this out any longer than we already have?” he grunts out, barely even straining under her weight in his arms as he walks through the remnants of the ark.
“No,” she replies quietly, tucking her head into the crook of his neck.
“Exactly.”
He finds his quarters relatively quickly, even with his vision slightly impaired by her hair. Nudging the door open, he takes them both into the room, ensuring it’s closed behind him before he gently lays her down against the pillows, his frame hovering above hers. She’s been in his quarters many times - they usually hang out in one another’s rooms - but she’s never been beneath him, and she has definitely never felt his growing arousal against the junction between her thighs. Yet, here she is. There’s a first for everything.
She can’t tear her gaze away when he sits up on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in his room. She squeals as he roughly tugs her boots from her feet, followed by his own, their shoes additionally being tossed aside. Her eyes roam his now bare chest, and she audibly gulps. It’s not like she hasn’t seen him bare chested before, of course she has, but never this close, and never with the knowledge of what he’s about to do to her.
“Rude to stare,” he mutters, pressing himself between her legs as he dips his head to her neck, starting off with light, gentle kisses.
She rolls her eyes at that, her knees nudging his sides and her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Well, apparently we’re more than friends now, so I think I’m allowed to,” she mumbles, tilting her neck to grant him better access.
A chuckle escapes him, and he can’t argue with it. “Fair enough,” he murmurs against her skin, biting down softly on her flesh before letting go. “Can’t tell you how many times you were here in my room,” he mumbles, rolling his hips slowly against hers. “Sittin’ pretty on my bed… or at my desk,” he grunts, his hands holding her waist, slipping beneath her shirt. “And I couldn’t stop imagining having you like this.”
At the roll of his hips she lets out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering closed. Her hand worms into his hair, tugging on his curls as he continues his assault on her neck. “And yet you called Murphy a perv?” she teases breathlessly, her head dropping back against his pillow.
He growls at the mention of Murphy, pulling away from the love bite he’d been curating to look down at her. “Who’s the one who actually got the girl, huh? Yeah. Me. Fuck him, the little freak,” he grumbles, his fingers tugging on the hem of her shirt. “Lift,” he instructs quietly, his tone immediately changing to a more delicate one with her.
She obliges, reaching to grab the hem of her shirt, sitting up slightly and lifting it over her head, tossing it into the forming pile. She reaches behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra before finally getting it undone, leaving it covering her breasts.
He narrows her eyes at her as she teases him, not letting it last long before he grabs her bra straps, carefully tugging them down until she’s fully exposed, her bra joining the pile.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, his hands moving to knead her chest without hesitation, and he feels any remnants of blood running straight to his crotch. “Way better than I imagined. Perfect, even,” he mutters, hastily leaning his head down to capture one of her buds in his mouth, swirling his tongue as he groans around her.
Giggling at his haste, she keeps both hands tangled in his hair, her back arching slightly towards his mouth. “Mm, baby, you gonna stay there forever?” she breathlessly murmurs with a grin, watching as he spends at least a few minutes lavishing at her chest.
“God, I could get used to you calling me that,” Bellamy groans, finally letting his mouth leave her chest. “I’m coming back to you two. Mark my words,” he mutters, giving her a final squeeze before he sits back on his haunches. He fumbles around with his toolbelt, mindlessly throwing it - along with the gun nestled in it - somewhere in his bedroom, before his hands begin to work at his zipper.
She looks up at him, biting her lip at the obvious tent in his cargos. She decides to occupy herself whilst he’s busy, undoing her own zipper and lifting her hips, wiggling out of her pants. They both finish undressing at the same time, gazing at one another with massive grins as they take in the sights.
“Shit, I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you, princess,” Bellamy blurts out, his curls loosely falling across his forehead as he leans over her again, his hands roaming her hips with intent.
Her lips part at his words, a little shocked, but she's not sure what else she was expecting him to say. “You can’t just say things like that,” she whispers breathlessly, grinning up at him as she pushes back his curls.
“Yeah? Why can’t I?” he mutters, catching her wrist in his hand and pressing a lingering kiss to her palm. He looks down at the space between them, the sight of her in just her panties sending him borderline insane. “Any- fuck, any other time I would usually love a little foreplay, but I’ve literally been waiting a year for this, and I don’t think I can wait another second,” he huffs with a grin, looking down at her for approval.
She nods in agreement, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down, sealing their lips together in another kiss. It’s much more desperate now, their shared hunger evident in the way their tongues bind together, a mess of pants and pent up longing. His fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, tapping her hips twice so she lifts them, before slowly pulling her panties down her legs, his lips never leaving hers.
Bellamy reaches his hand carefully between her legs, caressing her hip for a moment before finding the spot between her thighs, the tip of his middle finger sliding through her folds. He groans against her mouth, elated to be greeted by a slickness evidently just for him. “D’you always get this wet,” he mutters against her mouth, pressing sloppy kisses against her lips between his words.
She gasps quietly at the contact, shaking her head. She definitely is not usually this aroused, and she’s certain it’s because of how long her body has been waiting to feel this specific set of hands against her skin.
“Oh, yeah?” he grins cockily, moving his lips to her neck once more. “So this is all for me, princess? Just me?” he teases, his fingertip lightly caressing her now, teasingly moving around and avoiding where she needs him most.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her hand tugging on his hair, desperate for more contact. “Bell, I thought you said no foreplay,” she whines.
He beams at her whine, feeling a rush of pride at how quickly he can reduce her to a mess of desperation, even on their first time together. “Yeah, yeah, I got you,” he murmurs against her neck, reaching his hands down to free himself from the confines of his boxers. He groans as the cold air hits his skin, slowly positioning himself between her thighs. A quiet moan leaves her lips at the sensation of the head of his cock running between her folds before he slowly sheathes himself fully, having to bite down on her shoulder to muffle his moan.
She can’t help but whimper at the sheer size of him, her eyes widening as he eventually bottoms out. She hadn’t had the chance to actually see him before he conjoined their bodies, but god, she can feel every inch and crevice of him, pressed snugly against the wall of her cervix.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” he grunts, gritting his teeth as he pulls back from her neck, watching the space between their bodies. He slowly pulls all the way out, before pushing back in, his hands on her waist keeping her steady. “Couldn’t ever conjure up a dream this good,” he mutters, his voice strained.
A moan is all she can let out, her brows furrowed as he steadily begins to move. She’s on the same wavelength as him, trying to register that this is really happening, she’s not dreaming, and her best friend is definitely fucking her.
He moves to grip her thigh with one hand, pulling it up around his waist as he finds a rhythm, deepening himself within her. His strokes are steady and forceful, each one perfectly designed to elicit that sweet moan from her lips as he works, his thighs tensing with the exertion. “Mine,” he growls, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust.
She whimpers sharply at his words, her legs curling around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he picks up the pace. She reaches for him again, one hand gripping his bicep as the other grasps his hair. “Oh my god,” she moans, her eyes slipping closed as her back arches up towards him. “Fuck, there’s perfect.”
Bellamy grins at her moans, a rush of satisfaction coursing through his veins. He angles his hips to replicate his previous thrust, driving into her from that same position. “Right here, princess?” he groans out, his other hand holding her hip with a bruising pressure, feeling her clench around him. “Oh, yeah, you liked that, huh? Lookin’ so gorgeous beneath me, fucking perfect, every inch of you.”
The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her moans gradually increasing in octave as he learns his way around her body, figuring out what works best for her. His cock slides in and out with ease, twitching within her as his tip smacks against her womb, letting him know just how deep he is. She can barely think straight, her mind a whirlwind of Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy. Her eyes open once more, instantly met with his own warm brown ones looking back at her, his gaze unwavering as he studies her expression, committing every movement of her face to memory. He grins wolfishly at her as she looks at him, driving his hips into her with a newfound force, desperate to see her face contort with a release.
Unexpectedly, he sits back on his calves, bringing her with him. His hand moves to her lower back, looking up at her as he quickly encourages her to move with him. “There you go, princess,” he mutters, one hand holding her hip to guide her. She obeys, of course, her nails digging into his shoulder blades, imprinting crescent moons into his skin as she moves her hips on top of him, whining loudly whilst he drives up into her, meeting every thrust she makes. “Good girl, fuck, so pretty like this.”
The moan that escapes her is borderline deafening as he praises her, her head dropping into the crook of his neck. Her body moves sensually against his, her breasts bouncing against his cheeks with every movement she makes. He presses a kiss against the valley of her breasts, grunting as he feels the coil in his stomach tightening. “I love you,” he mutters against her skin, his tongue darting out to taste her. “So fucking much. Should’ve done this so long ago, baby, god, should’ve done this back at the dropship,” he moans, twitching inside of her as his release rapidly approaches.
She whimpers relentlessly against his neck, her hand bunching up his hair so tightly she’s worried she might rip it out. She would respond if she could, but she’s too focused on the pleasure he’s giving her, feeling drunk on every jolt of his cock within her.
Bellamy whines a little at the grip on his hair, his head tilting back as he uses all of his strength to pound up into her. He keeps one hand on her lower back, the other reaching down to find her clit, rubbing tight circles against her, needing to feel her come around him. “So close, princess,” he gasps, his free hand moving down to grip at her ass, kneading it between her fingers. “So fucking close. Gonna come and make you mine for good, yeah? Nobody’s gonna say shit about you anymore,” he moans, his head still thrown back.
Nodding rapidly, she pulls back too, her eyes roaming his exposed neck as she continues moving, despite the ache in her thighs. The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing, the small stubble gracing his chin and mouth, the way his lips are parted, it’s all too much. His tongue darts out to lick his upper lip, swiping across the scar there, and she can’t take much more, tugging his hair to smash her lips against his yet again.
He groans against her mouth, unable to keep himself upright as he falls fully against the bed, his back hitting the mattress. From here, he can angle his hips to drive up into her at a brutal force, her ass smacking against his thighs with every thrust. He can feel her walls tightening around him, knowing he’s just as close as she is.
“Come with me, princess. Let me make you feel good,” he whispers against her lips, her clit dragging against his pelvis with every harsh pound he delivers to her.
It's not long before he’s thrusting in harshly one final time, coming with a loud grunt of her name and spilling deep into her womb, painting her as his.
His orgasm spurs on her own, her body convulsing around him as she comes, his tongue swallowing her moans, along with a muffled screech of his name. She pants heavily, pulling away from his mouth and collapsing against him, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Holy fucking shit,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to his tanned skin.
He huffs out a laugh, his pupils wide with bliss, wrapping his arms around her as she collapses. “Yeah, holy fucking shit,” he repeats, his hand slowly running up and down her back, trying to soothe her trembling body. “You okay?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Was that okay?”
She grins against his chest, her eyes closing and her body relaxing. “That was more than okay,” she whispers, slowly lifting her hips so he slips out of her, softening now, the both of them able to get more comfortable. “You’re like…way better than I imagined,” she teases.
“Oh, you thought I’d be bad, huh? I don’t have a reputation for nothing,” he smirks, sitting up with her in his arms and shuffling them around so they're pressed against the pillows, her head on his chest. the slight sheen of sweat over the planes of his muscles isn’t a bother, an overwhelming sense of comfort washing over her.
“Mm, actually, you were totally shit,” she teases, snuggling closer to him, feeling the exhaustion begin to settle in.
“Liar,” he grins.
“We’ll see,” she mutters tiredly, echoing their previous words. “But, for the record, I love you, too.”
congrats if u made it this far <3 ty for reading i promise they’ll get better 😔
opinions on the friends to lovers trope w bellamy blake💘
i think its like the perfect trope for him icl, aside from maybe enemies to lovers but enemies would last a few days maximum (if you were part of the 100), and then he'd probably befriend his partner (to be) after everyone realises the mutual enemies are the grounders blah blah blah...
in short, i love this trope, and personally i think bellamy would take years to confess to his friend. its so easy with meaningless hookups, or people he doesn't have a strong connection with, but he's a mess when it comes to his feelings for his best friend, and he'd stubbornly push back any lingering thoughts he gets around them.
if you want a lil bit of a deeper dive, more headcanons under the cut!
obviously bellamy is very protective of his friends, they're practically his family, but he'd probably start to notice a different feeling fluttering in his stomach when it came to the safety of that one person.
it would start out on hunts - at first he's pairing you with people he's sure you'll be safe around, until he doesn't feel comfortable with you hunting with anyone other than him. he's enough to protect you - he's your friend and he owes you that duty.
you'd tell him pairing up the two best hunters isn't a smart idea in the greater logic, and he'd respond with a remark about someone else in another pair actually being better than you, and he thinks the teams are perfectly even!
of course, he knows that's a lie. he also knows it would be smarter to pair you off with someone less skilled for teaching purposes - but why would he do that when he's the only one who values your company so much?
those hunts are the highlight of his days, he's sure of it. in amongst all of the bloodshed, the stress of leadership, the death, he knows he's always getting those few hours of downtime with you.
he opens up a little on those hunts, but he catches himself when he thinks he's oversharing, until you press him further and he just never shuts up again.
yapper. but only around this one friend! they're just a friend! (direct quote from bellamy to octavia, no debating.)
you'd probably accidentally hurt yourself on a hunt, tripping over a rock or something stupid, and he lectures you the entire way camp about the importance of sticking by his side. only when out in the forest, of course.
he'd realise his feelings are steering further and further away from friendship when you get caught up in mount weather as part of the 48, and all he can think about is you.
his companion, his confidant, the one person who now knows him almost as well as his sister does, in such a short amount of time, is gone, and he's waring with himself over the circumstance. he needs to get you back.
he's worrying about the others, sure, clarke...and jasper...and whoever else is in there. they're his people, but who is he without his person?
all is well and he gets you back, at a cost, but at least he has you. as much as part of him wants to confess, right then and there as he holds you and tells you he's got you, that you're safe in his arms, he doesn't.
bellamy blake is not one for feelings, no, absolutely not. he has meaningless hookups, and he treats the girls in camp like a merry-go-round. he's definitely not about to venture into the world of relationships. he doesn't want that...right?
OF COURSE HE WANTS IT HES JUST STUPID
anyway i don't wanna sit here and rewrite the entire plot BUT
i think he would take forever to say something, and obviously YOU aren't saying anything - probably oblivious as hell to his inner turmoil...(i would be too).
one thing leads to another, and you'd end up as part of the group on the ring in space, because bellamy would probably rather die than go without you. literally.
clarke makes you leave her behind, and you'd race back to the group, where bellamy is losing his shit trying to make sure raven stays on the ground long enough for you and clarke to get back.
when he sees you, he'd feel everything falling back into place, and he's silently thanking whoever's in control of fate that he doesn't have to spend five years without the comfort of your presence. he doesn't think he'd survive without at least you or his sister.
he'd reach for your hand as you buckle in, disguising it as a gesture of reassurance for your anxiety, but the way he'd squeeze just twice and keep his gentle gaze firmly on you as you ascend into space betrays that.
but you're still just friends, of course. duh!
i think it would literally take 5 out of the 6 years up there for him to even entertain saying something. he convinces himself that you see him as nothing more than a friend. you're affectionate and talkative with all of your friends...he's not special.
it's not like you'd both spent the last five years sitting in front of the large windows at god knows what time, staring out at the earth and sharing your fantasies of a life down there again.
he talks of having a family, a big dog - maybe - if any are left. he doesn't tell you how you plague his visions of a future. he shouldn't. he'd think it's too late now, anyway. you've been best friends too long. he can't ruin that.
until he can't take it anymore.
and only because murphy got annoyed and called him a coward or something for being stuck with you for years and still doing nothing.
thank you murphy!
he doesn't ever want to prove murphy right, so now he's ready to spill!
he probably doesn't even spill lets be real he probably just stares at you and then kisses you idk
but lord does he kiss you. he goes until he physically can't breathe anymore, and even then he only takes a split second to inhale and glance over your face before he's leaning back in, claiming your mouth with his own.
because now, and forever, he's yours. he knows he always has been, he knows he never would have been able to settle into life with anyone who wasn't you.
anyway the part of the friends to lovers trope when they actually become lovers always stumps me...........sorry the build up is too fun
but FINALLY! after a total of like...6-7 years of yearning, he did it. he got it!
and y'know, there's not much to do in space - but there is definitely a bed.
sorry last few hcs are a lil rushed but i really never know what to say when they actually become lovers...so anticlimactic...
HC for an alternative happy ending for our boy Bellamy Blake?
i’m gonna be sooo fr with you guys…i found out what happened in s7 and stopped watching at the end of s6 😭😭 so for me that’s lowkey how it all ends…ofc i know the principle of s7 but anyway! i am SO happy to give him a better ending because lord knows he deserves it
dream ending of t100 for me would probably be everyone finding happiness on sanctum without all the transcendence bs.. like...screw all the people who lived there originally (unless they were nice ig...)
i imagine bellamy would probably lead the guards on sanctum too
probably would serve under clarke because in my perfect lil au she's still the leader (as she should be)
honestly if he wanted just a peaceful life i reckon he'd do carpentry or some kind of craft trade for the people of sanctum yk?
like he'd have a lil house (storage container...) just towards the edge of the hilltop where he crafts his lil furniture UGH need carpenter!bellamy in my life
he's probably desperate to find a partner to settle down and have kids with
especially after meeting madi, you can't tell me that didn't convince him on the spot that he wanted a bigger family
and please lord i just need him and octavia to be happy. the two of them getting their own little families and getting to actually BE a family themselves??? why couldn't i write the last season of the show. it would be pure happiness
in sanctum he probably learns a lot more about the value of life beyond surviving, and i think he’d love to just be part of a community where he & his family aren’t being ostracised
therefore being able to provide for the village is probably top of his list
ik theres mass amounts of farmland but idk…he deffo grows strawberries in his garden 🤷♀️🤷♀️
gives murphy the rotten ones duh
i wanna write blurbs based on this lil au icl...especially carpenter bellamy bc thats been plaguing my mind foreverrrrrr i love imagining what they'd all do on sanctum without any threats <3
ok i’ll bite…what’s ur opinion on dom!bellamy? do u think he’s a soft dom or no? i think people are divided on it 🤭
OKAYYY lets go. hell yeah. i personally think he's definitely a soft dom.
i just cant imagine him being overly harsh in the bedroom, given everything he's gone through. i don't think he'd be into seriously harming his partner or berating them, to be honest. he's not opposed to some light smacking, but any derogatory names are out of bounds - soft, praising nicknames only.
all he ever wants to do is take care of the people he loves, and that doesn't stop when it comes to physical intimacy. i doubt he's likely to lose control, and he always, without fail, will check up on his partner when everything is over.
the idea of bellamy being super harsh or rough just...it doesn't work in my brain, y'know?! i think he could definitely leave some marks, but only because he's a possessive bastard. i wouldn't say that leads to him being overly dominant, though.
obviously, he will talk his partner through it. that goes without saying. plus, he's sassy, so he'd probably throw in a few quips about how quickly or loudly he can get a reaction from them, every. single. time.
so, overall, i'm definitely on team soft!dom. i can totally see why people would think (or want to think) otherwise, since his entire character arc is pretty dominating, but at the end of the day - he's a sheep! he's soft!
now, what i will say, is that i don't think any of this applies if he's sleeping with someone he doesn't love. if its purely for pleasure, he probably doesn't give a shit - let's be real.
also uhmmm if the t100 fandom is alive on here pLEASE send me asks. i beg. blurbs or hcs or fics or whatever idc i just wanna write for those lot because i LOVE them.
Happy Autism Acceptance Month, everyone! By request, my wonderful friends and I have taken on the daunting task of documenting the reasons why Spencer Reid is considered Autistic. Big thank you to you @spencer-reids-adventures and @foxy-eva specifically for their help. We hope everyone enjoys! This is not an exhaustive list.
Stimming/Self-Stimulatory behavior, including rocking/spinning in his chair, twiddling with his fingers, gripping sheets, bouncing his legs, biting his lip/tongue, rubbing his eyes, spinning pens, pacing (e.g., S6E12 "Corazon")
Explains multiple attempts at masking, including "being more conversational," (S2E19 "Ashes and Dust"), scripting conversation (S15E4 "Saturdays"), saying what people want to hear (S6E20 "Hanley Waters")
Verbosity - Difficulty recognizing when he's talking too much/speaking at inappropriate times (e.g., S1E16 "The Tribe" & S10E16 "Lockdown")
Began studying behavioral science to understand behavior that made him frustrated/confused (S11E22 "The Storm")
Averse to hosting/hanging out in his space; didn't invite his friends to his apartment for over 15 years (S15E9 "Face Off")
The only team member capable of proficient communication with other Autistic people (S6E16 "Coda" & S11E22 "The Storm")
He is referred to as Autistic by multiple characters, including a literal profiler, and does not deny or question it (S1E5 "Broken Mirror" & S8E3 "Through the Looking Glass")
Lack of social awareness, such as focusing on a convention while at a workplace shooter crime scene (S7E3 "Dorado Falls")
Various special interests, like Doctor Who (S6E16 "Coda" & S7E23 "Hit")
Literal thinking, such as focusing on scientific accuracy of a star-based fable (S5E13 "Risky Business")
Difficulty recognizing common phrases, such as the "sitting in a tree" song (S3E14 "Damaged") or jokes (S7E9 "Self-Fulfilling Prophecy" & S1E8 "Natural Born Killer")
Makes inappropriate references, such as to Derek's playboy behavior (S1E18 "Somebody's Watching") and Rossi's age (S7E13 "Snake Eyes")
Coordination/Spatial deficits (S1E17 "A Real Rain" & S8E6 "The Apprenticeship")
Hyperfocuses on a task to the point he doesn't notice his surroundings (S5E20 "A Thousand Words")
Unusual/hyper-specific pedantic language (S3E6 "Remembrance of Things Past")
Resistance to change, manifested as a luddite dislike of technology (S6E7 "Middle Man" & S8E4 "God Complex") and struggling with Gideon's death (S10E14 "Hero Worship")
He receives (apparent disability) accommodations to be in the field (S6E10 "What Happens At Home...")
Introverted, difficulty sharing emotions, even with his closest friends (S10E13 "Nelson's Sparrow")
Heavily bullied as a child (S3E16 "Elephant's Memory")
Difficulty making friends (S2E1 "The Fisher King Part 2")
Trouble with eye contact, which persists throughout the series
His mother is schizophrenic, which has a strong genetic link to Autism
Savant skills - eidetic memory and hyperlexia
Matthew Gray Gubler has also explained that, regardless of the canonical confirmation, he views and portrayed Spencer Reid as Autistic. Specifically, he stated:
"He's an eccentric genius, with hints of schizophrenia and minor autism, Asperger's syndrome. Reid is 24, 25 years old with three Ph.D.'s and one can't usually achieve that without some form of autism." (Note: Asperger's is an outdated term with Nazi origins, which is now referred to as a part of "Autism Spectrum Disorder" by most countries)
DISCLAIMER: I am Autistic, as diagnosed when I was a toddler. These thoughts are my own and shared for fun. If you disagree, please make your own post about it rather than posting them here. This was a labor of love for fans like me and those who love Autistic people and the characters like us. Thank you for respecting and understanding my boundaries!
Looking for more to read? Check out my Autistic headcanon posts for Penelope and Hotch!
Spencer being touch starved so in the evenings he'll lay with his head in your lap and you'd just run your fingers across his face, hair, chest etc, just really fluffy
he’s soooo touch starved, any chance he has to be close to you he takes — when you’re watching tv or reading on the couch he’ll plop himself onto it & rest his head on your thighs & just wait for you to do something, and if you don’t he’ll probably tug your arm to signal that you should 😭 bonus points for bau!reader and spencer does as mentioned above but on the jet, and he doesn’t even care if everyone sees because he just wants some loving :,)
Spencer x fem reader where she helps him with his crutches
no bc ive been thinking about this!! this is an old ask but im clearing through my ask box so lemme answer now...
you'd help him in the regular ways, duh - making sure his crutches were always placed somewhere within his reach when he sat down, ensuring the entire police department was aware not to move them (much to spencer's embarrassment).
but when he first got out of the hospital after the shot to his knee, you'd be the one to drive him home, which led to your realisation that his apartment was lacking an elevator. which, arguably, is the thing spencer needs most with his injury, given the fact that stairs had become his mortal enemy.
and so, you'd suggest an 'apartment swap' because your apartment has an elevator, and he's comfortable there, so, why not? of course, this so-called apartment swap would very quickly turn in to the both of you staying at your apartment, and spencer pretending his injury was a burden when it came to stairs for much longer than it actually was. in those few months when you lived together, spencer would've become so used to having you take care of him, getting him his crutches at all times of the day and making sure he did his stretches, making him a morning (and sometimes evening) coffee, and he'd probably never spend a night alone in his apartment ever again :)
IM SENT, SCREAMING, LAUGHING, CHOKING ON MY POPCORN
IM PLEASED TO HAVE SHARED IT WITH YOU ALL
it’s the double take at elle’s for me, like he tries to be respectful yk looking away from jj’s, only to be hit with elles and he tries to be respectful again but he literally turns his entire head to look at her tits…
out of the cm characters who do u think are ass/boob people
i want you to know that i’ve been waiting for this question my whole life.
spencer - boob person. i have videographic evidence to back this up idc idc! he’ll stare at some ass if his eyes wander but he’s a boob man through and through
hotch - ASS. not willing to elaborate or debate sorry.
morgan - also ass, but boobs a very close second.
emily & jj would also both be boobs, luke is hard to read, maybe more ass than boobs but very nearly tied? he’s the only one i’m willing to debate about 🤔
Summary: It's very hard to keep quiet when Spencer visits you in your hotel room at night
Request: Could you write a Spencer Reid x reader smut where they're in a hotel while they're on a case and Spencer teases the reader because of how cock drunk she is and that if she gets any louder, the whole team will hear
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, secret relationship, use of nicknames (sir, sweet/good girl), possessiveness, teasing, edging/orgasm control, praise kink, fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected penetrative sex
Word Count: 3k
Masterlist
Spencer announced his presence with two firm knocks against your hotel room door. You had already expected him to show up within minutes after texting him how much you missed him. A tingling sensation spread through your stomach as you walked over to the door in nothing but a set of purple lingerie.
When you swung open the door, you found Spencer staring at you like deer caught in headlights. It took him a split second to react and check the hallway to make sure nobody saw him (and more importantly, you).
"Are you out of your mind?" He whispered while entering your room.
With a wide grin you playfully replied, "Not yet."
Stepping closer to you, he let his fingertips ghost over the exposed skin of your arms.
"So that's what you meant when you said you missed me," he chuckled. "What if anyone had seen you like this?"
"Jealous, Dr. Reid?” You snickered while swinging your arms around his neck. “Don't worry, it's for your eyes only."
"Yeah, I sure hope so," he whispered against your lips. "You're mine."
There was no need to agree with words, your lips told him everything he needed to know. With more urgency than he had expected, you deepened the kiss within moments of your lips meeting. As tongues brushed over one another, he walked you over to the edge of the bed.
With gentle but purposeful hands he pushed you down to sit on the edge of the mattress, lingering in a standing position in front of you while he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. You noticed how he licked his lips as his eyes traced the seam of your underwear.
"You look beautiful," he cooed when he met your eyes once more.
"It's all for you, Spencer."
The quiet gasp that escaped his throat at you using his first name was not unnoted. You watched as his cheeks took on a rosy shade while he brushed off his shirt. Your sight followed his hands as they began undoing his belt. The visible outline of his growing hardness made it obvious how excited Spencer was getting.
"If you want to stop or do something else, you'll tell me, okay?" He reminded you.
"Yes, I will," you reassured him.
"The usual rules apply but I have an additional one: You have to stay quiet."
Recent encounters have shown that this could in fact be a problem. You already had a hunch of what his answer would be but you still needed to know, "What if I don't?"
"First of all, I won't allow you to finish," he told you. "And secondly, you'll have to explain to the team what exactly was going on in your room."
Leaning down to kiss your lips, you almost lost yourself in the sensation of finally having him close to you after days of only being focussed on work.
"You still want to continue?" He mumbled against your lips.
Nothing in this world could have made you say no to the man in front of you. He had the ability to help you forget everything around you. Whenever you were with him, it was just the two of you in your own little world. That was exactly what you needed right then, so naturally you replied with, "Yes."
He rid himself of his pants before tracing your jaw with his fingertips. You looked up at him in awe as he stared down at you, the warm amber of his irises almost completely swallowed by his pupils. It was clear by his look what was about to happen but you still needed him to say what he wanted from you.
Tentatively you let your hands make contact with his hips, tracing his skin with the tips of your fingers. He let his thumb wander from your jaw to your lips, brushing over them before pressing against them to push them apart. Without a second thought you wrapped your lips around his finger, your tongue swirling around it until a groan escaped his throat.
From the corner of your eyes you noticed how painfully hard he was getting but you didn't dare to let your sight drop to his length yet. You knew how much Spencer liked to take his time with you, no matter how desperately you wanted to finally experience all of him.
"Since I know how difficult it is for you to stay quiet…" he cooed while removing his thumb from your mouth. "How about you practice following my rule by keeping your mouth busy for now."
"Yes, sir," you breathed as he stepped closer.
Him standing in front of you with his serious demeanor while you sat in on the bed almost seemed intimidating. It wasn't for you, though, because you knew how much Spencer had to trust you to let you see this side of him.
He was just as vulnerable in that moment as you were, if not a little more. It made you grateful to know you were the only person he'd let worship him like this, a comforting warmth spreading through your chest at the thought of that.
One of your hands moved from his hip to his erection, gentle fingers wrapping around it to feel his silken skin. Although you could have spent hours looking at his body, you made sure to lock eyes with him when your lips softly kissed his leaking tip. Slowly you opened your mouth to let him in, your tongue pressing against the vein on the underside of his hardness.
"Fuck," he sighed. "You look so good with my cock in your mouth."
After being with him for several weeks now, you knew exactly what he enjoyed. As you moved your mouth along his shaft, you kept your eyes on his face to see all his reactions to your ministrations. It was obvious that he had trouble keeping quiet himself, the mewls falling from his lips spurring you further on.
Before he lost himself in the pleasure completely, he grabbed ahold of your face to implicitly tell you to stop. Slower than he had expected, you removed your lips from his length, making him tremble when they brushed over his sensitive tip. His thumb wiped over your chin to remove the saliva from your face.
"My sweet girl, you have no idea what you do to me," he confessed.
"I might have a hunch," you giggled and noticed him raising his eyebrows at you, so with a playful tone you added, "Sir."
Spencer couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face. Once he got his composure back, he joined you on bed, placing his lips on yours as you lay down with him hovering above you.
When Spencer kissed you then, it felt as if you were merging into each other. As greedy hands roamed over one another’s skin, it became impossible to tell where your body ended and his began. There was no distance to be found between the two of you as tongues joined each other in a familiar dance. It was hard to keep the sounds of your excitement to yourself but they were muffled by his mouth on yours anyway.
With one swift motion, Spencer shifted his position to separate your thighs with his leg, pressing it firmly against the lace of your dampening underwear. Although some friction would have been welcome, you didn’t dare to grind your hips against his thigh yet, unsure if you’d be able to keep quiet.
Spencer’s lips left your mouth to explore your neck instead while one of his hands cupped your breast. The lace of your bra was flimsy and only added to the friction of his thumb rubbing over your hardening peak. When Spencer started nipping on the sensitive skin of your pulse point while carefully pinching your nipple, there was no way for you to hold back a loud moan from escaping your throat.
In an instant he stopped what he was doing and sat up between your legs instead. The smug grin on his face gave away the teasing mood he was in. It was clear then that this was going to be a very long and exciting night.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed a half-sincere apology.
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “Are you really?”
“I can’t help it when you make me feel so good,” you snickered.
Leaning over your body once more, he found your ear and whispered, “You’ll have to be a good girl for me tonight. Can you do that?”
"Yes, sir."
He kissed down your neck and over your shoulder while he reached behind your back to unclasp your bra.
"It's a shame, you know," he mumbled against your body as he kissed along your collarbone. "You look so pretty wearing this but it is getting in the way."
You moved with him to remove the fabric, already getting impatient to feel his touch without any barriers. His lips found your breasts, caressing the softness of your body while you focussed on not making a sound. He took his time to explore every curve and dip of your body with his mouth and hands as he moved further down.
When he kissed along the seam of your panties, your body started to quiver and you felt him smile against your skin. He sat up between your legs to let his sight wander over your figure, smirking when he discovered the soaked lace between your legs.
He took his time to hook his fingers under the waistband of your panties to pull them down your legs. When you opened your thighs for him, his sight lingered at your glistening core. He let his fingertips brush along your slit before parting your folds to cover them with your arousal. You bit down on your lower lip to hinder a moan from escaping when he started circling your most sensitive spot.
"So wet," he groaned. "All for me."
"I'm yours, Spencer," you whispered.
Both of you noticed you slipping up with his name but neither of you cared. In fact, it made Spencer smile to hear his first name after the words I'm yours. It made it so much clearer that you really meant what you said.
He lay down between your legs to explore your center with his mouth. Almost instantly you started rocking against his face, having him swing his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. With practiced motions he let his tongue glide over the nub of your crevice, making it more difficult to keep the sounds of your pleasure from falling from your lips with every second passing.
Spencer was relentless in bringing you closer to your breaking point. When you dared to look down at him to find his face buried between your legs, his eyes closed as he obviously found pleasure in tasting you, a desperate moan escaped your throat.
His eyes shot open to find yours as he stopped what he was doing.
"Careful," he warned you.
"Please don't stop," you whimpered. "I'm sorry, sir."
Right before he continued, he hissed, "Consider this a warning."
His mouth became ruthless as he started again, well aware that what he was doing was almost getting too much. Your whole body squirmed, everything he did being overwhelming and not enough at the same time. It was getting impossible for you to not make any sounds but Spencer was willing to let your occasional mewls and whimpers slide.
Right before you entered a state of pure bliss, Spencer stopped what he was doing and sat up between your legs once more. The expression on your face could only be described as desperate when he found your eyes. It wasn't unusual for him to take his time with you, teasing you until he was sure you couldn't take it anymore.
That still didn't change the fact that it felt like the sweetest torture every single time.
"Sir…," you whined, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Teasing you is just so much fun," he chuckled as he lay down beside you.
Capturing your lips in a kiss, he let you taste yourself on his tongue. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, every single fiber of your being burning for his touch. One of his hands slid down your body to make contact with your heat once more.
There was zero resistance from your body when he let two of his fingers enter you. The moment they were inside you, your walls clung tightly around them as if to not let them go anytime soon. Slowly he started pushing into you, making you dance along the edge of ecstasy within moments.
His lips never left yours while he worked his hand against your center. It didn't take long for his whole palm to be covered with your essence while the pressure in your core became almost unbearable.
You leaned back to look at him with half-lidded eyes. Your cheeks were heated and your chest was heaving while you stayed focussed to not let the sounds of your pleasure come out. He smiled at you when he noticed the state you were in.
"Please, sir," you pleaded. "I need you inside me."
He chuckled at your desperation but was willing to give you what you want. "You know I can't refuse you anything when you beg for it."
He propped himself up on one hand as he hovered you. His other hand reached between your bodies to let his hardness make contact with your folds. He covered himself in your arousal, teasing you some more before slowly pushing into you. When he had fully entered you, his hand brushed over your cheek and you leaned into his touch.
"You're doing so good for me," he praised you.
Aware that it wouldn't take long for you to climax with all the built up tension, he started his thrusts teasingly slowly. You knew how much excitement Spencer received from being in complete control over your pleasure. It was always worth it in the end. You trusted him to take good care of you.
When he began pushing into you harder, your whole body shook and you bit your lips once more to hinder your moans from escaping. It was hard to keep looking at him but seeing how he struggled to not get lost in the sensation himself was worth it. He was breathing heavily when a smirk formed on his face.
"My sweet girl, is it getting too much for you?" He teased.
You were already too far gone to answer him, completely lost in the sensation of being one with him. With a firm grip he got ahold of your jaw to get your full attention.
He stopped his movements and demanded, "Answer me."
It took you a few seconds to find your words, muttering, "It feels too good."
"What exactly?"
You tried to grind your hips against his to feel him again as you breathed, "Your cock… inside me."
With a ruthless pace he started thrusting into you. You were sure he already knew the answer when he asked, "Like this?"
"Yes," you sighed.
"Look at how well you take me," he purred and you followed his sight down to where your bodies were joined. "You were made for me."
It was impossible for you to answer him then as you entered the state of pure bliss. Despite all your effort, a quiet moan fell from your lips.
"Stay quiet," he reminded you and kissed you to make sure that you would.
All the tension from dancing along the edge for so long was released as you finally found relief.
Your walls were still pulsing around his hardness when he praised you, "Good girl."
It didn't take long for him to fall apart as well. You felt him twitching inside you as he shared his warmth with you before collapsing into your arms. You swung your limbs around him to keep him as close as possible while he evened out his breathing in the crook of your neck.
Both of your hearts were thumping hard against their confines as if they were trying to touch as well. When Spencer had caught his breath again, he showered your face with countless little pecks, making you giggle at his silly display of affection.
Before he found your lips, he brushed a few stray hairs out of your face and whispered, "You did so well for me. I am so proud of you."
His praise made your heart swell as a comforting warmth spread through your body. When it became inevitable, Spencer got up from the bed to disappear in the bathroom for a moment. He came back with a damp towel and started cleaning you up.
"Are you feeling okay?" He wondered when he lay back down beside you.
You found your home inside his arms, your head resting on his chest to listen to the steady sounds of his heartbeat.
"Yeah," You mumbled. "I'm just exhausted."
His fingertips wandered over your back in soothing motions. There was no way to tell how much time passed as the two of you enjoyed each other's company in comfortable silence. It was easy to find rest inside his arms but you already knew what he would say after a few moments.
"I'm sorry, I have to go back to my room before I fall asleep."
Propping yourself up, you locked eyes with him, confessing, "I don't want you to leave."
To your surprise he said, "Okay, I'll stay then."
With raised eyebrows you questioned, "Really? What if the team sees you leaving my room in the morning?"
"Then so be it. I'm okay with the whole world knowing that you're mine."
