Warnings: SMUT, angry Spencer, jealous Spencer, oral sex (m and f receiving), control of orgasm, denial of orgasm, cream pie, dub/con if you squint. (Lmk if I miss anything)
MDI +18
English isn’t my first language
“Go to the bedroom” Spencer says, taking off his coat and closing the door behind him.
His blood is boiling. He’s so angry. And he’s getting angrier every second. He looks at you, expecting you to follow his demands.
“I would prefer not to.” You say, hugging yourself
“This isn’t about what you want anymore. Go to the bedroom.” He hissed at you.
Oh, but how much he adores you. That’s why he’s so pissed right now.
“Spencer, I think we should talk first.”
“Can you just go?” He asks, walking to you. “Or I’ll get you there myself.”
So why? Why in hell you let a man think you’re available? Like the ring on your finger doesn’t mean shit to you.
“I want to talk first!”
“I’m not the one who you should’ve opened that pretty mouth of yours, honey.” He says bitterly.
“You’re misinterpreting everything.” You say firmly
“Oh, my eyes don’t work? I imagine everything?” He scoffed
“You’re misinterpreting what you saw. I didn’t do anything!”
“I fucking saw him almost kissing you!” He groans, holding your arm to pull you closer to him.
The thing is, when he parked outside your work, waiting for you to pick you up, he saw something he didn’t like at all.
But it wasn’t your fault.
There’s this one man at work, who’s a little weird. You did put the limits, though. He’s just persistent. And today, when you were clocking out of work, he followed you to the parking lot, where he grabbed your arm, making you to stoped and when you turn to look at him, he was way too close.
And Spencer saw that.
But the man only wanted to give you the charger of your phone. You forgot it. So you grabbed it, and smiled politely at him.
But the hell would you smile at someone who was too close to your face, right?
“All he did was giving me my phone charger.” You say. “It’s all that happened.”
“Yeah, sure. Go to the room.”
“Why would I even go there?!” You ask, the frustration showing in your voice.
“Because if the ring doesn’t show the goddamn world that you are not fucking available, I’m pretty sure I can find a different way.”
You blinked, confused. “What?”
He rip off his shirt, he holds your neck and kisses you roughly and deeply.
The kiss caught you by surprise but if he needed to have you to feel better, who are you to say no? Your hands wraps his neck and you kissed him back. He started to push you to walk backwards.
Until the back of your knees touched your bed. He pulled out of the kiss to let you sit on the bed, while he takes off the rest of his shirt with dark eyes, you rub your thighs together when he started to take off his belt.
“Now it is time for you to open that pretty mouth of yours, honey.”
You bite your lower lip, looking at how he threw his belt across the room. He’s practically in front of you. Your hands timidly pull down his pants and underwear. He rubs your hair and face, before grabbing your hair in his hand, almost too tight. You look up at him while you opened your mouth for him. An obvious invitation for him to do whatever he wants.
He stroke his cock before putting the tip on your lips, and you were so ready to receive him. And that’s exactly what you got.
Soon, your nose was pressed against his pelvis and he was fucking your mouth.
The obscene sounds coming from his lips were enough to have your panties soaked. He squeezed your hair tighter. Your eyes were on him almost all the time, looking how his pretty face scrunched up of pleasure, almost looking like he was in pain.
Funny, when it was your throat the one being used.
Your eyes filled with tears, your hands rest against his hip bones. And you focused on him.
“Fuck!” He moan. “So good, always so good.” He praised you, his head leaning back, enjoying your warm and wet mouth.
You moan with his cock on your mouth. He keeps fucking it, his hands on your hair keeps you in place. But even if it wasn’t like that, you would stay here all your life for him.
You noticed how his thrust became less and less rhythmical, and you knew he was about to come. You hollow your cheeks, a silent plead for him to come.
The tears in your eyes fall down, and you whimper when he came in your mouth, with nothing but a loud groan. He didn’t pull out until you swallowed all of it.
He pulls out softly, his hands still in your hair. You gasp, licking your lips. He rubs the rest of your saliva and his own release out of your mouth, before leaning down to kiss you.
Fuck, he always kisses you. He doesn’t care. And it’s so fucking good.
He move his hands to you neck, and then your back is resting against the bed and he’s on top of you. Naked. And you’re dressed.
He holds your thighs, opening your legs for him. He pulls out of the kiss. “My turn.”
You almost frown confused. Almost.
Then, he rip off your underwear and roll up your skirt until it was a mess on your tummy. The next thing you felt, was his tongue on your pussy. Your legs tight around his head, your hands going down to hold his hair. You gasp, and moan when he reached your clit. His hands on your thighs were holding you wide open for him.
You arched your back, feeling how he slide a finger inside of you. His mouth stick on your clit. His eyes looking up at you.
He moan. And he eats you and finger you like he’s never done this before. He always been so happy to go down on you. And tonight he’s making a show to you. He’s showing you that it belongs to him.
Your nails dig into his scalp when he added another finger, curling them up perfectly. His fingers are long enough to touch that spot inside of you.
And just right when you’re about to come, he stoped. He pulls out his mouth and fingers.
You look at him, frustrated, while he licks his lips and the fingers that were inside of you.
So obscene.
“Why-“
“You don’t get to cum until I say so.” He says firmly before leaning down to kiss you again. He moans softly. “You and me. The best fucking taste.” He says, before grabbing your hips and forced your body to turn over. Your back facing him.
He lift up your hips, pressing down your upper body so your ass is on the air. You whine.
You expect him to reach the drawer on the nightstand next to the bed to get a condom, but he doesn’t.
Instead, you feel the tip of his cock stretching you. “Spence.” You say, out of breath.
He doesn’t listen. His hips rapidly get stick to yours, making you whine softly and your hands holds the sheets.
“Oh, fuck.” He moan, his hands holding your hips so tight.
Your breath is fast and heavy. He feels so deep. So good.
“Fuck, it’s been a while since I felt this.” He says, squeezing your butt cheeks.
You whimper softly.
No, it hasn’t been a while since he fucked you.
It’s been a while since he fucked you raw.
Your birth control was giving you health problems, and you both decided to just use condoms instead until both of you find a better option. And he knew it.
He start to pull out slowly, until the tip was the only thing inside of you. Then, he thrust.
You moan, and he groan. You feel so soft. And oh, so wet. Like a waterfall.
“I already waste one opportunity to get you full and pretty.” He says. “I won’t waste this one.”
And then he started to fuck you. Like he mean it.
I can find a better way.
You whimper softly, feeling how with every thrust he touches that sweet spot inside of you. Not missing it even once.
“Fuck, Spence.” You moan, before biting the sheets to shut yourself.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He groan, before pulling your hair, forcing you to move until your back touches his chest. His hand moved to your neck, and his other hand holding your hips in place. “Use that mouth of yours, honey. What’s another noise complain?”
Your nails scratch the arm of the hand that was holding your neck.
The fact that he only roll up your skirt to fuck you, and keep you dress, almost made you cry because you weren’t skin to skin. But how good he was fucking you.
His breath was hot against your neck. His lips kissing and sucking your neck. The hand on your hip move to your knee and lift your leg.
“Fuck!” You moan, leaning your head back. Your walls squeezed him, feeling how you were getting closer to the orgasm you lost minutes before.
Then, he stopped again.
He kept you in place while you whimper and complain. “No, no. Spencer, please.”
He kisses your jaw roughly. The veins of his arms showing.
Yes, he wasn’t letting you cum. But in the process, he obviously stopped his own orgasm.
You try to move your hips, and his hand immediately hold your hip again. Both of your knees on the bed again.
“Fuck, Spencer. You can’t- you can’t do this.” You whimper, feeling tears in your eyes of pure frustration.
“I can.” He says in your ear before letting you lay down again in the bed. Your ass in the air again, before he turns you over.
He rips off your blouse, and your bra. He’s feeling blue balls so he doesn’t care at all. Not even when you whine about how it was your favorite bra.
He holds your legs apart before sliding inside of you again.
He looks at your eyes when he talked. “I’m going to come inside of you.” He moves his hip in a slow thrust.
You tensed up a little, and then his thumb rub your clit while he moves his hips slowly.
“W-what?” You asked, feeling how the orgasm that you already lost twice start to grow up in your belly again.
“I’m going to come inside of you.” He repeats, moving his hips faster. His thumb still rubbing your clit.
“Oh, fuck!” You moan, arching your back. “W-why?”
“Why not?” He asks, getting your knees and making them apart, opening you more. And the he leans down to kiss you.
Your hands wrap his neck and you kissed him back. “Can I?” He asks, before thrusting again and touching that spot again, while his finger pinch your clit.
“Fuck, yes! Yes, you can.” You moan.
“Such a good girl.” He groaned, before getting wild and fucking you like he hates you.
His hips slams yours, the wet sounds of your folds would make you embarrassed if you didn’t crave that orgasm so much.
He kissed your neck and breasts, fucking you deep and hard. Your legs and body shakes a little bit.
“Come one, baby.” He thrust. “Cum for me.”
All the energy of the last orgasm feel stronger than ever. His mouth finds your nipple, and you lost it. You came, moaning. Your nails scratching his biceps.
He groan on your ear, feeling how your pussy feels like it wants to eat his cock and never letting it go. He kisses your lips before coming.
Inside you.
His hips slow down, but he stays inside of you.
He pulls out of the kiss. His hair stick on his forehead, his face red and sweaty. His body warm and so close.
He licks his lips before kissing your lips one last time. He start to pull out softly.
“Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing your sides.
“Mhm.” You muttered, feeling sleepy.
He squeezed your hips, and bite his lower lip. “You’ll look pretty. Gorgeous, actually.”
“Will?” You asked, raising your brows.
He smirk, before leaning down to peck your lips. “Pregnant.”
