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Bunny Online: Dean Winchester x Reader

Chapter 1: Angel In Disguise

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Dean is enamoured with his favorite anonymous cam-girl, hibiscus_surfer_bunny, but he’s in for a big surprise when he learns how close to him she really is. But it’ll only come together when she says it's okay... (2.4k)

If you've read my long form fics here before, you know that I do a kind of running list of things that are included in the fic. Some things happen in this chapter, some things I know will happen in chapters to come. Things will be added as I write so it'll be different ever fic, so read responsibly and peruse the list if you can be sensitive to some things!

Also! If you want to be tagged when I post the next chapter, please comment down below! And also please let me know what you think about the fic and also where you think it's going to go!!!

- Faceless Cam-Girl - Semi-Songfic - JOI (Jerk Off Instructions) - Femdom - Gentle CBT - Difficulty Orgasming - Rough Sex - Sexting - Nudes - Paying for Sex - Making Porn - Multiple POVs

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Dean’s P.O.V.

impala67 logged on…

It was almost time. Any minute she’d log on. Sam had gone to the library and I’d opted to stay here, telling him I needed my beauty sleep. That was only half true. What I needed most was my fix. My cock was already starting to strain against my trousers, waiting for the show to begin. My gaze danced between her profile photo and the clock. Any second now.

Finally, a pink ring lit up around her profile photo. Her face covered by a hibiscus flower, her gorgeous body, posed next to a pink and orange surf board, dressed in a bikini top with a wetsuit pushed down around her waist. I navigated the cursor to her profile photo, clicking on it. I was immediately brought to her livestream. She was positioned as usual, sitting at her desk with the camera angled down. Her cleavage was barely visible above the seam of her pink nightgown. My cock ached and my hands fidgeted, eager to free it from its confines.

“Are you ready?” She asked. Her voice was beautiful. Sinfully so. Her chat instantly flooded with various forms of ‘yes’ and ‘of course,’ but I waited. I let the chat slow before I typed out my response.

impala67 is typing…

‘Oh, I’m very ready.’

Her body was bent over her computer like she was waiting for something… for someone… “Mmh… impala67… good to see you again.” My cock twitched hard against my jeans. I’d definitely be paying for another private chat session later. I was jonesing. She reached our, adjusting the camera down a bit before leaning back in her chair. Her pink nightgown was now fully visible. It reached to her lower thigh. Her skin looked like it would be heavenly to touch, to caress. I imagined my hand ghosting over her warm, soft skin.

She reached up, almost as if she was reading my mind, stationing her hands on her clothed breasts. Her fingers gently tugged at where her nipples must have been. She was fantastic. She always knew how to put on a show. I felt totally and inexplicably drawn to her. 

She reached up to the camera, standing slowly from her chair, guiding the camera up, keeping her body in frame. The nightgown clung to her body perfectly, hanging off her hips, clinging to her waist, stretching across her chest. Fuck, she was perfect.

“Let’s start this show, shall we?” Came her sensual, smooth voice, echoing up my earbuds and into my ears. I sucked in a deep breath and pushed my hands down. My fingers nimbly danced around my button. I gritted my teeth, grasping at the zipper. Bunny’s hand reached out of frame and I heard her click a button like usual. I wondered what song she’d chosen for tonight. Music flowed from the speakers and a constant beat clicked in a way that sounded unbearably familiar. Bunny took a step back, turning in a slow semi-circle until her back was to us. She lolled her head back lazily, running her fingers through her hair. God, what I wouldn’t give to gather it up in my hand… pulling back hard as her back arched. Pushing in tantalizingly slowly, dragging back until she begged for it.

The nightgown clung to her ass, hugging its perfect shape. I could almost feel it under my hand. Hear the loud smack I’d give her resounded around the room. I tugged my zipper down, chancing a look downward, though it took great effort to pull my eyes from the screen. My cock was pressed hard against my boxers, begging to be freed from its confines, but I didn’t indulge yet. I knew better. Especially if I’d be paying for a private session later…

~An angel has always been thought~

~To be one of God’s most precious works~

~I guess that’s how she had you fooled~~’Cause she was angel in disguise~

Brandy’s voice sounded almost as angelic as Bunny’s. She moved her hips to the beat, her hands pulling at the nightgown softly. Never pulling too hard in one direction, like she had it down to a science. And I’m sure she did. She was different in private sessions, less rehearsed.

~Hurt and pain could never come from her~~So, you left me only to find that hurt and pain involves her~

~But now you see your mistakes~

~And now you see your angel was a fake~

Bunny pulled her nightgown up slightly as she danced, exposing her lacey white panties. Just a peek before she let it fall back down. A wet spot quickly spread out against the blank canvas of my boxers where my tip was pressed. Precum. I was so fucked. I wasn’t going to make it to the end of her live, let alone our private session.

~But my love was never misplaced~

~See baby, my love is true~

~And most importantly, still, I love you~

~(Still I love you)~

Bunny turned slow and I could feel myself salivating. God, how I wished to touch her, to feel her, to taste her… Fuck.

~An angel in disguise she was~

Bunny leaned in close to the microphone she had mounted above her camera’s view. I could hear her soft breaths.

~But somehow you fell for her~

“Take that pretty cock into your hand for me…” She said in a breathy whisper. It took everything in me not to obey. I was saving myself, until it was just her and me…

~Until she broke your heart that day~

Until I could hear her say my name. Until she was talking to only me… Until she said it was okay.

~And left you in the rain~~But still, I love you~

Bunny pushed the straps of her nightgown, letting them fall down her arms. The neckline fell dangerously low, nearly exposing her chest fully.

~Angel in disguise she was~

“Does that feel good, baby?” She mewled.

~But somehow, you fell for her~

She let out a small laugh. My eyes were glued to her. My fists were clenched. The head of my cock was painfully engorged. I didn't have to see it to know it was bright red. And angry. Begging for relief.

~Until she broke your heart that day~

“Give it a little squeeze for me… Just until it aches…” She whispered, letting out a slow groan. “That’s it…”

~And left you in the rain~

~But still, I love you~

I wanted to listen, fuck, I wanted it more than anything. Her words flowed over me. It was almost unbearable.

~I found it quite strange~

~The way you said her name~

“Stroke it for me…” She hummed, “Up and down… real slow… You like that?” Her hands danced up and down her clothed body.

~And when you look in her eyes~

~I see the lust you can’t deny~

God, the way those words sounded in her mouth. I could almost feel her lips on me. I’d fucking dreamed about how they’d feel. How they’d feel kissing my lips, how they’d feel wrapped around my cock…

~It’s more to this than what you said~

~ ‘Cause in your sleep, you called her name~

impala67 is typing…

‘Show me those cute panties you’re wearing…’

~You say she’s just a friend~

~I knew right then, ‘cause the rain began, oh~

“Oh, is that what you want?” She questioned. I could hear the salacious little smirk she wore. I wished I could see it.

~An angel in disguise she was~

~(Yeah, yeah, yeah)~

Bunny gave the nightgown a slow pull, tugging the hem of it up her thigh. Just until the white fabric peeked out from under it.

~But somehow you fell for her~

~(You fell for her)~

“You know what you’re supposed to do…” She hummed. And I did.

~Until she broke your heart that day~

~(She broke your heart)~

impala67 sent $50…

“Oh… Good boy…” Bunny whispered.

~And left you in the rain~

~(Yeah)~

My cock ached for her. Straining heavy and harder against my boxers. I shifted my weight, groaning as my cock grazed against the seam of my boxers. If I didn’t take them off, I’d cum without ever even touching it.

~But still I love you~

~(Oh, I love you, baby)~

She began tugging the nightgown up fully, holding the edge of it in her mouth, turning in a slow, rhythmic circle, swinging her hips and moving her arms to the beat. Really feeling the music.

~An angel in disguise she was~

~(I’m with you, baby)~

The nightgown bunched loose in the back, barely covering her ass. I knew how much it would cost for her to take those panties off… I wasn’t paying it… at least not until we were alone.

~But somehow you fell for her~

~(I’m ready for you, baby)~

“Hands off, boys…” She murmured. She pulled the nightgown up further and my eyes danced up and down her gorgeous figure. God, how I wanted to grab her by her waist… Take her from behind in front of a mirror so I could watch her come undone under my touch. To make her cum like she deserves.

~Until she broke your heart that day~

~(And left you in the rain)~

“Run a finger over your slit for me…” Bunny whispered into the microphone. A tingle ran down my spine. I pushed my fingers down the waistband of my jeans.

~And left you in the rain~

~(Yeah)~

~But still I love you~

I pushed them down, holding my breath as the grey waistband of my boxers squeezed over my swollen shaft. “Oh… God…” I gasped, gritting my teeth.

~She seemed so familiar the day I met you~

~Who was she fooling~

I stared down at my own cock like it was foreign to me. I’d grown so accustomed to cumming by her word, I couldn’t bring my hands to give myself any relief. I just couldn’t do it. Not without her explicit say so.

~I had a clue of what she was doing~

~Thoughts of suspicion brought to my attention~

Fuck, I wasn’t going to make it. Fuck! My eyes focused back on the erotic onscreen display. She’d tucked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, going around, pulling the waistband apart from her body. My eyes were glued to her soft skin. She let the lace-clad waistband snap back into place.

~I fell in her game, and I’m so lost~

~Please stop the rain, oh-ooh~

“Stroke that pretty cock for me, baby…” Bunny murmured, “Just like that… Fuck baby, just like that…”

~An angel in disguise she was~

~(Oh, you hurt me, babe)~

I leaned back in my chair, attempting to force the tension out of my shoulders. The cool air of the room landed like a hard smack against my sensitive skin.

~But somehow you fell for her~

~(Yeah, but I’m still here)~

“Who wants me to take this off?” Bunny asked, letting her nightgown fall back down, stealing away the view of her panties. I couldn’t help myself.

impala67 sent $100…

~Until she broke your heart that day~

~(Still lovin’ you)~

“Mmh…” She hummed, “That’s my good boy…” My skin erupted in goosebumps, knowing she was talking directly to me in that moment. She began slowly pushing her straps down, tugging at her nightgown. Pulling it further… further… further…

~And left you in the rain~~But still, I love you~

~(Oh, I might be crazy babe)~

Until finally, the apex of her breasts crested over the right seam, spilling out into view. Her perfect, pert nipples hardened instantly as the tight material grazed over them.

~An angel in disguise she was~

~(But I love you, babe)~

My jaw tightened and I clenched my fists. This was unbearable. My eyes were cemented to her gorgeous form as her nightgown fell off completely. I could just imagine it fluttering to a puddle around her feet…

~But somehow you fell for her~

~(Somehow you fell)~

The vision of her soft, bare skin filled the computer screen. Her hands ghosted over her breast, pinching lightly at her nipples. Her breathing became laboured and I'd be lying if I said mine didn’t as well.

~Until she broke your heart that day~

~(She left you in the rain)~

~And left you in the rain~

~Bust still I love you~

Bunny began turning in a circle, swishing her hips rhythmically to the steady beat. Once her back was to the camera, she took a step away, rolling her neck, letting her hair flutter in front of the camera. My breath caught in my throat as my gaze danced down her back, following the curve of her perfect ass.

~And when my music stops~

~And when my tears dry~

~And when the rain ends~

~My heart will beat again~

Bunny’s hand ventured around her front, nestling itself into her panties. My jaw fell open as she let out a pleasured sigh.

~And when my music stops~

~And when my tears dry~

~And when the rain ends~

~My heart will beat again~

~(Oh, baby, oh, darlin’)~

“I know what you want…” She breathed, turning slowly. We could now clearly see her hand stationed firm between her legs.

~An angel in disguise she was~

~(I know it hurts)~

~Until she broke your heart that day~

~(Broke your heart)~

“Ahw, fuck baby…” She panted, her fingers moving under the white fabric of her panties in a circular motion. Goosebumps raised along my skin at the mere thought of what she was doing to herself. “I know what you fucking want…”

~And left you in the rain~

~(Oh)~

~But still, I love you~

~(I love you)~

“Say it… Say it, baby… Tell me what you want…”

~An angel in disguise she was~~But somehow you fell for her~

~(Somehow you fell for her)~

Bunny’s free hand pinched her nipple softly. She let out a pitiful little noise. My cock throbbed. “Use your words, baby…” She mewled.

~Until she broke your heart that day~

~(She left you in the rain)~

~And left you in the rain~

~But still, I love you~

impala67 is typing…

‘I want to cum on those pretty fucking tits…’

Bunny chuckled, “Yeah… I know..”

~I love you~

~I will never do the things she did~

~Take your heart and run away with it~

~No, no, ‘cause I really, really love you~

~(I still love you)~

~An angel in disguise she was~

~But somehow you fell for her~

~Until she broke your heart that day~

~And left you in the rain~

~But still, I love you~

~~~

(A/n): Hi guys!!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please don't forget to comment down below if you want to be tagged in the next chapter or if you want to let me know what you think about this chapter and what you think will happen next! Love y'all!!! And check out the links below for more information!

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And! If you want to request a fic and you need to know what fandoms I write from, you can click right here! But be warned, the list is LONG because I put so much on the back burner when I was in college! I start back in the Fall, but I am holding a free hobby course this summer which is an intro to the Southern Gothic Tradition! It starts the first week of June 2026 so let me know if you're interested! And if you want to join late, it's really not an issue and you are totally welcome to! Nothing is for a grade and everything is optional! And it's a good way to pad your academic resume!

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Turn's Fanfiction Masterlist:

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Rockstar Sex Slave AU:

Rockstar Sex Slave: YUNGBLUD x Reader

This is a Golden Age of Emo Rock AU where a young Gerard way, Ronnie Radke, Andy Beirsack and Yungblud at his current magnitude are all on tour together. And what better way is there to chill out in the tour bus after their performances than to take salacious advantage of the woman they hired to travel with them, just to help take the edge off…

Chapter One 

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five 

MORE COMING SOON

Jane The Virgin:

Seeking Comfort: Rafael Solano x Reader 

When Rafael’s suspicions of his wife cheating are proven to be true, he needs some comfort. And what better comfort than comfort that doubles as revenge? (8.7k)

Criminal Minds:

Punish Me: Spencer Reid x Reader 

After working hard all week, sometimes Spencer just needs to submit. Being told what to do, how to feel, and getting punished has a way of relaxing him like nothing else can. And you’re the only person who can give him what he needs. (3.3k)

SKIN: Spencer Reid x Reader 

Kinktober piece that includes fire and ice, sensory play, somnophilia, praise, and bondage. (3.1k)

Making Mistakes: Spencer Reid x Reader 

Kinktober piece that includes drunk sex, dub-con, begging, and creampie. (3.0k)

Little White Lie: Spencer Reid x Reader 

(Y/n) needs a day off. And what better way to blow off some steam than to attend a key party on the rich side of town. Emily seems to think it’s the best way, anyway. (Y/n)’s never done anything like this before, but little does she know, another one of her coworkers will be there too... (11k)

Supernatural:

⚢Spellbound: Rowena Macleod x Reader 

Kinktober piece that includes body writing, body painting, body and mind control, and body worship. (2.8k)

Bunny Online: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Dean is enamoured with his favorite anonymous cam-girl, hibiscus_surfer_bunny, but he’s in for a big surprise when he learns how close to him she really is. But it’ll only come together when she says it's okay... (2.4k)

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(A/n): Hi! This is an ever growing list, so if I forget to update something, just comment on here or send me an ask to let me know! <3

Follow me on AO3! 

I'm actively working on a lot more fics as of this moment, so keep your eye out and please be patient with me, this semester is kicking my ass, not to mention the geo-political state of the world. Wish me luck and I hope you all have an amazing rest of your day or night! Love y'all!

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All updated!!!

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✧ Southern Gothic:

Hey y'all! I have been utterly captivated with the rise in the acknowledgment and interest in the southern gothic aesthetic, so I've decided to create a small collection of movies, books, music, and videos that talk about the southern gothic literary tradition!

Movies:

Eve’s Bayou 

Miller’s Girl

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

The Beguiled

This Property is Condemned 

Books:

Kindred, by Octavia Butler (I was actually assigned this book in one of my classes last year and it was my first glimpse into southern gothic literature. I consider it a southern gothic and sci-fi fusion. It remains one of my favorite books to this day.)

When the Reckoning Comes, by Latanya McQueen

Cicadas Sing of Summer Graves, by Quinn Connor

The Boatman’s Daughter, by Andy Davidson

The Bog Wife, by Kay Chronister

This Cursed House, by Del Sandeen

A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams

Sing, Unburied, Sing, by Jesmyn Ward

A House With Good Bones, by Ursula Vernon

House of Cotton, by Monica Brashears

Music:

Snakebit, Mary Gauthier

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie, Colter Wall

Eat Your Young, Hozier

Rosemary, Sierra Ferrell

Bottom of the River, Delta Rae

Fingers to the Bone, Brown Bird

Satan and St. Paul, John Fullbright

Hells Bells, Cary Ann Hearst

Bang Bang, Nancy Sinatra

Hell’s Comin’ With Me, Poor Man’s Poison

Diana, Comus

Feeling Good, Nina Simone

Get Your Head Chopped Off, Rusty Cage

Weak Like Me, Trash the Brand

The Hand That Feeds, The Crane Wives

Glitter and Gold, Barns Courtney

Kill the Sun, Rusty Cage

Scavenger On the Wind, Mangy Bones

If It Hadn’t Been for Love, The Steeldrivers

Graves, Whiskey Shivers

Videos:

Southern Gothic Lit Still Matters, Please read your book

 American Southern Gothic Literature: Themes, Characters, and Author Biographies of Southern Fiction, Learning Language Arts

 Southern Gothic Literature, Mckenzie Hammack

 Contemporary Southern Gothic Aesthetic With Jill Goad, Romancing the Gothic

 DARK AMERICANA: The Horror of Home, Connor McGrath 

✧ I hope y'all like this! I've got 10 tons of crap in the works but my requests are still open if y'all want to send one in! I have the fandoms I write from linked for y'all right here! Fandoms I can Write From. Have a good rest of your day or night! ✧

[turntechcosplayer]

Would anyone be interested if I taught a hobby course on the Southern Gothic Tradition? I could supply free reading resources and a basic lesson plan to become more familiar with the material. I'm working on a weekly lesson format rn so lmk if you're interested and I could make a google classroom and supply y'all with the code. The course would be 18+ because of the aspects of this genre.

[turntechcosplayer]

I've created a totally free, 7 week hobby course on the Southern Gothic Tradition! If you've been looking for a way to battle your brainrot, we would love to have you! I'm running it from a google classroom and I'll post free resources and give guiding questions every week. I know everyone is super busy so I've worked really hard to make this super approachable for people, I've kept the resources short, focusing most on short stories, poems, and excerpts from longer novels! I've also included songs in the Southern Gothic genre, and informational videos! I hope to see you there!

[turntechcosplayer]

✧ Southern Gothic:

Hey y'all! I have been utterly captivated with the rise in the acknowledgment and interest in the southern gothic aesthetic, so I've decided to create a small collection of movies, books, music, and videos that talk about the southern gothic literary tradition!

Movies:

Eve’s Bayou 

Miller’s Girl

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

The Beguiled

This Property is Condemned 

Books:

Kindred, by Octavia Butler (I was actually assigned this book in one of my classes last year and it was my first glimpse into southern gothic literature. I consider it a southern gothic and sci-fi fusion. It remains one of my favorite books to this day.)

When the Reckoning Comes, by Latanya McQueen

Cicadas Sing of Summer Graves, by Quinn Connor

The Boatman’s Daughter, by Andy Davidson

The Bog Wife, by Kay Chronister

This Cursed House, by Del Sandeen

A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams

Sing, Unburied, Sing, by Jesmyn Ward

A House With Good Bones, by Ursula Vernon

House of Cotton, by Monica Brashears

Music:

Snakebit, Mary Gauthier

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie, Colter Wall

Eat Your Young, Hozier

Rosemary, Sierra Ferrell

Bottom of the River, Delta Rae

Fingers to the Bone, Brown Bird

Satan and St. Paul, John Fullbright

Hells Bells, Cary Ann Hearst

Bang Bang, Nancy Sinatra

Hell’s Comin’ With Me, Poor Man’s Poison

Diana, Comus

Feeling Good, Nina Simone

Get Your Head Chopped Off, Rusty Cage

Weak Like Me, Trash the Brand

The Hand That Feeds, The Crane Wives

Glitter and Gold, Barns Courtney

Kill the Sun, Rusty Cage

Scavenger On the Wind, Mangy Bones

If It Hadn’t Been for Love, The Steeldrivers

Graves, Whiskey Shivers

Videos:

Southern Gothic Lit Still Matters, Please read your book

 American Southern Gothic Literature: Themes, Characters, and Author Biographies of Southern Fiction, Learning Language Arts

 Southern Gothic Literature, Mckenzie Hammack

 Contemporary Southern Gothic Aesthetic With Jill Goad, Romancing the Gothic

 DARK AMERICANA: The Horror of Home, Connor McGrath 

✧ I hope y'all like this! I've got 10 tons of crap in the works but my requests are still open if y'all want to send one in! I have the fandoms I write from linked for y'all right here! Fandoms I can Write From. Have a good rest of your day or night! ✧

[turntechcosplayer]

Would anyone be interested if I taught a hobby course on the Southern Gothic Tradition? I could supply free reading resources and a basic lesson plan to become more familiar with the material. I'm working on a weekly lesson format rn so lmk if you're interested and I could make a google classroom and supply y'all with the code. The course would be 18+ because of the aspects of this genre.

[turntechcosplayer]

I hate contamination ocd because what do you mean I can't lose my virginity or else I'm going to hell??? I'm a Hellenic pagan??

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Turn's Fanfiction Masterlist:

꩜✦18+ MINORS DNI✦꩜ ☆ ꩜✦18+ MINORS DNI✦꩜ ☆ ꩜✦18+ MINORS DNI✦꩜

Rockstar Sex Slave AU:

Rockstar Sex Slave: YUNGBLUD x Reader

This is a Golden Age of Emo Rock AU where a young Gerard way, Ronnie Radke, Andy Beirsack and Yungblud at his current magnitude are all on tour together. And what better way is there to chill out in the tour bus after their performances than to take salacious advantage of the woman they hired to travel with them, just to help take the edge off…

Chapter One 

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five 

MORE COMING SOON

Jane The Virgin:

Seeking Comfort: Rafael Solano x Reader 

When Rafael’s suspicions of his wife cheating are proven to be true, he needs some comfort. And what better comfort than comfort that doubles as revenge? (8.7k)

Criminal Minds:

Punish Me: Spencer Reid x Reader 

After working hard all week, sometimes Spencer just needs to submit. Being told what to do, how to feel, and getting punished has a way of relaxing him like nothing else can. And you’re the only person who can give him what he needs. (3.3k)

SKIN: Spencer Reid x Reader 

Kinktober piece that includes fire and ice, sensory play, somnophilia, praise, and bondage. (3.1k)

Making Mistakes: Spencer Reid x Reader 

Kinktober piece that includes drunk sex, dub-con, begging, and creampie. (3.0k)

Little White Lie: Spencer Reid x Reader 

(Y/n) needs a day off. And what better way to blow off some steam than to attend a key party on the rich side of town. Emily seems to think it’s the best way, anyway. (Y/n)’s never done anything like this before, but little does she know, another one of her coworkers will be there too... (11k)

Supernatural:

⚢Spellbound: Rowena Macleod x Reader 

Kinktober piece that includes body writing, body painting, body and mind control, and body worship. (2.8k)

꩜✦18+ MINORS DNI✦꩜ ☆ ꩜✦18+ MINORS DNI✦꩜ ☆ ꩜✦18+ MINORS DNI✦꩜

(A/n): Hi! This is an ever growing list, so if I forget to update something, just comment on here or send me an ask to let me know! <3

Follow me on AO3! 

I'm actively working on a lot more fics as of this moment, so keep your eye out and please be patient with me, this semester is kicking my ass, not to mention the geo-political state of the world. Wish me luck and I hope you all have an amazing rest of your day or night! Love y'all!

[turntechcosplayer]

Just updated this masterlist of all my fics!!! Go check out chapter five of Rockstar Sex Slave!!! Love y'all!!!

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Rockstar Sex Slave: YUNGBLUD x Reader

Chapter 5:

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Hi!!! Here's the long awaited chapter 5!!! I'll link the other chapters below!

Chapter One 

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four 

And now, I shall tag everybody who commented on previous chapters, AND HEY, be sure to comment down below if you want to get tagged when the next chapter comes out!!! It's literally no bother, I love tagging people and I'm happy to know when people are excited!

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This is a Golden Age of Emo Rock AU where a young Gerard way, Ronnie Radke, Andy Beirsack and Yungblud at his current magnitude are all on tour together. And what better way is there to chill out in the tour bus after their performances than to take salacious advantage of the woman they hired to travel with them, just to help take the edge off… This is a messy, disgusting, erotic, dirty rockstar fic so maybe read through the list below! <3 (7.5k)

- Impact Play - Anonymous Sex - Multiple Partners - Dirty Talk - Degradation - Praise - Exchanging Nude Photos/Videos - Phone Sex/Sexting - Jerking Off with Panties - Drug Use - Drinking Alcohol - Anal Fingering - Fingering - Anal Virginity - Oral Sex (Giving and Receiving, Sometimes Rough) - PIV Sex - Shower Sex - Facials - (Semi) Public Sex - Mile-High Club - Plane sex - Limousine Sex - Sex for Hire

Again, I would like to reiterate that not all of these are included in this particular chapters but they were included in past chapters or will be included in future chapters. This list is ever-growing so things will continue to be added. Also, there is a youtube playlist connected to this story. It is the playlist I tend to listen to while I write. If you'd like to check it out, you can do so here! Now, without further ado, let's get onto the story!

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I awoke some time later. It somehow felt like 20 hours and two seconds all at the same time. Dom was tucked in beside me in bed, sleeping like a rock. His chest rose and fell with every breath. I reached out and delicately brushed his hair behind his ear, letting my hand rest on his cheek. My eyes danced down his body, his muscular chest, down his happy trail leading to his gorgeous cock, hidden from my view under the covers. He really was a beautiful man. And he wasn’t lying when he said nobody fucks like him. I leaned in and laid my head on his shoulder. This was really not good. I could feel myself falling for him. He was smart, sharp, interesting and he’d brought me into this life that was so different from anything I’d ever known. I really was falling for him. Fuck.

I sat up, blinking hard. This was not the time. My heart always did have a direct line to my vagina. Falling for him really was not a good move. This had to end. Now. Even if he was tall, dark, and handsome. No. No. No. Not good. I climbed over him and out of bed. I headed into the bathroom, bracing myself on the sink and looking up into the mirror. I was a mess. A real, honest to god mess. If I was able to, I’d call Shannon so I could bitch and moan and ask her what I should do. I ran the cold water and  splashed my face, grabbing the little white towel and patting my face dry. I sucked in a deep breath, looking back up in the mirror. Great. I still had fucking heart-eyes. I had to get a handle on this before it got out of hand. I stood and headed to the sitting area. I scooted up close to the window, tucking one leg under me and  looking down over the view. Lights twinkled and I spaced out watching the grid patterns of the cities below. What would Shannon say? Well, she’d probably tell me to pull my head out of my ass.

But what would I even ask? How do I form all my thoughts and ideas into one single question? Fuck me. Maybe something like… How do I stop myself from falling for this beautiful, gorgeous, stunning man? I don’t think that encompassed all of it. How about… How am I supposed to keep fucking this guy and stop falling for him? I was contractually obligated to not only have sex with him, but with other guys too. What if I fell for them? Aw, fuck. Maybe I should just say something along the lines of…  HELP! HELP ME DAMMIT! SEND THE POLICE! SEND THE FIRE BRIGADE! Send a fucking therapist. I laid my head back against the bench seat, shutting my eyes tight.

“Mmh… Hey, pretty girl.” I looked up to see Dom standing, leaning against the wall, naked. Unabashedly so. A small smile set itself on my lips without my asking it to as I peeled my eyes away from him- with great force- to look back out the window..

“Hey.” I murmured.

“How’s the view?” He asked, coming over to me.

“Gorgeous.” I answered, turning back only to find his cock inches from my face. My mouth watered. Fuck this was bad. This was really really bad. I swallowed hard and looked right back out the window. Dom reached down, taking my chin in his hand and softly turning my head up to face him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Mmh… nothing.” I hummed. He sank down to his knees, staring into my eyes.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Yeah… I’m just a little nervous.” I lied.

“If you’re that nervous, I’ll tell you who the other guys are.”

“No, I think I’m taking comfort in the mystery.” I murmured. That part was true. “It gives me something to roll around in my head.” He smirked and moved to sit beside me. I leaned over and laid my head on his shoulder. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. I could indulge sometimes. This was totally fine. I could feel my feelings while not letting my fantasies run rampant. I’m an adult. My fantasies do not dictate my actions.

I placed my hand tentatively on his chest. He placed his hand over mine, wrapping his other hand around me, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him and rested on his thighs. I dragged my hand down his chest, tracing all his tattoos. I looked back up at his face. He wore a fond expression and a soft smile. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be. It did nothing if not feed my delulu. 

“How long until we land?” I asked, reaching up and running my fingers through his dark, pretty hair.

“Mmh…” He reached over and picked up his phone. “We have about two and a half hours left.” He put his phone back down, I reached over and picked it back up, opening his camera and holding out, snapping a salacious photo of us. 

“I love having those to look at later.” He murmured.

“Mhm.” I hummed, looking down at his phone and navigating to his gallery, finding the picture I’d taken and just staring at it for a moment. We looked good. Truly. He reached up, placing a finger under my chin, tilting my head up. He leaned up ghosting his lips over mine, opening his mouth.

“Are you a good girl?” He asked. I felt a hot blush tinge my cheeks. I nodded. “Show me how good you can be.” I grinned and leaned in, almost pressing my lips to his, but not quite connecting them all the way. He leaned in, attempting to kiss me fully. I backed off and looked into his eyes. He tried again and again I pulled back. He pulled back and looked at me, smirking and licking his bottom lip. “You’re lucky I can’t spank you right now.” He murmured, his eyes dancing down to my lips.

“You wanna kiss me soooo bad…” I whispered. I leaned in, nibbling at his ear.

“Yeah…” He murmured, “I do.” I kissed down his neck, “But not as much as I want to eat your gorgeous pussy…” He whispered. I bit my lip and pulled back.

“You wanna…? I mused.

“Yes I do, pretty girl…” I grinned and tucked my chin, looking down to find his cock standing at attention yet again. I looked up at him through my lashes.

“Oh, you really wanna…” I teased. He propped his arms along the back of the bench seat, sitting with his legs wide, looking at me amusedly. I laid my arms on his shoulders, scratching my nails along his scalp softly. “Mkay…” I murmured, “Go ahead.” He grinned and immediately scooped me up, holding me as he stood before putting me down on the bench seat. I laughed, tumbling onto my ass and laying my hands flat on the cushion. He immediately sank to his knees in front of me, looping his arms under my thighs, tugging me to the edge of the seat. I braced my hands on his head, tangling both in his hair as my legs fell apart and he settled between them. He looked up at me through his dark lashes. “I wonder what they have to eat in this joint…” I murmured. He reached up and felt around on the seat wordlessly, grabbing a slip of paper and handing it up to me. I looked it over, seeing that it was the in-flight menu. “How did you know where this was?” I asked, looking down at where he was kissing up my thighs. He broke away from me.

“I was looking at it right after you fell asleep, may I continue?”

“Sorry for interrupting.” He chuckled and leaned back in, biting the inside of my thigh softly. I giggled and tugged his hair. Goosebumps raised all along my body as his bites turned into soft kisses. I looked down at the menu. “Mmh… the Miso Glazed Chicken sounds good…” I murmured. I felt Dom bring up his hand, pulling back from me, using two fingers to spread me apart, giving me a gentle lick. “And the fingerling potatoes…”

“Mhm…” Dom hummed, leaning in. He attached his lips to my clit and I couldn’t help but to let out a content sigh. I could see us doing this, you know? Me sitting at the kitchen table, thumbing through the paper. Him, under the kitchen table, eating me for breakfast. This was bad. Really really bad. “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” Dom asked, pulling away. 

“Getting a mai-tai.” I answered. Not wholly untrue.

“You’d better hurry up and order one so you can get your mind on… this…” He whispered, leaning back in, perching his mouth back on my clit. He sucked softly, working his tongue against my clit. I gasped, gripping his hair and pulling him to me. He tucked his chin slightly, creating space between me and his mouth. “Mmh… that’s it, pretty girl, just like that.” He hummed, cocked his face back up, licking hard up my slit before taking my clit back into his mouth. I pulled him to me hard again, pulling at his hair, trying to get him closer. He made quick work of getting me to cum, pressing two fingers inside me gently, moving them in a ‘come here’ motion, working them rhythmically against my g-spot. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, looking down to find him already staring up at me through his long, pretty lashes. His brows knit together, almost like he was daring me to cum.

I tugged hard at his hair as that familiar, fluttery feeling began to compound in my core. I pulled his face against me tighter, my toes curling as I finally tumbled over the edge. I had to bite down on my lip even harder to keep from crying out. I bucked my hips hard against his mouth hard as I came, then a few more times as I came down. My head lolled back against the top of the bench seat as I panted hard. Dom stood and moved to sit beside me. I reached over, taking his hand and interlocking our fingers. I rolled my head to face him, not even picking it up. He met my eyes.

“You’re really fucking good at that…” I murmured. He squeezed my hand a bit.

“I’m glad you enjoy it, because I enjoy it too.” He raised his other hand to wipe his face. We fell into a little bit of a silence as his eyes wandered down my body. He reached out and laid his hand on my waist, pulling me gently so I slid on the seat. “Lay back, pretty girl.” He murmured, a little grin set on his plump, wet lips. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. It was brief, gentle, but it anchored me. His mouth had just had me feeling as though I could float away at any second and now it had brought me back to the moment. Both sharpened and dulled my senses in a way I didn’t quite understand. I kept my eyes on his as I laid back on the bench. He leaned over me, bracing himself on the cushion as he started to kiss down my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through his pretty hair. He kissed a slow, gentle trail to my breasts, before licking back up slowly, pulling back to look into my eyes. He head tilted for a moment.

“What is it?” I asked quietly.

“You’re just so… god- you’re fucking perfect.” He leaned down, laying a flat lick over my nipple. He pulled back. The wetness and the cool air made it quickly stand at attention. He sighed. “Fuck…” He leaned down, forming his mouth over my nipple, starting to circle it with his tongue.

“Goddamn…” I murmured, brushing my fingers through his hair. I closed my eyes, my body relaxing against the cushion. I sighed, feeling that feeling well up in my core again. He sucked softly, pulling back until his mouth popped off of it. I tugged in his hair until he turned his head up to face me, his eyes half lidded. “And you told me to be quiet.” I mused.

He smirked, “Sorry, pretty girl.” He leaned back in, flicking my nipple with his tongue. I felt a chill go down my spine. I arched my back, pulling him in closer. He broke apart from me. “God I love it when you do that.” He mused through gritted teeth. “The way you touch me, the way you fucking grab me- god- it’s like you fucking own me. And it makes me want to fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

“You know… you’ve done that before.” I murmured with a little laugh. He chuckled.

“Okay, okay.” He murmured, “Let’s get something to eat.”

“We’d better put our clothes on first.” I said.

“You know, I actually put my clothes back on after you first fell asleep.” Dom mused, standing up, “I had to get a bottle of water.” He held out his hand to me and I took it.

“And then you got re-naked?”

“Well, how could I resist being naked with you?” His voice as he delivered the line was pure seduction. His flirtation was really not helping my feelings. I rolled my eyes at him, walking past him and bending at the waist to gather all my clothes off the floor. He did the same.

Once we were both dressed again, I took a seat on the bench, leaning my back against the wall by the window and extending my legs. I crossed my arms and turned my head to look out the window. It was getting dark. We’d land soon. I almost didn’t want the flight to end. Once I stepped off this plane in Vegas, I’d not only be grappling with my feelings for Dom, but I’d have to sleep with other people too. What an insane problem to have. Dom pressed the call bell. I gasped. Dom instantly looked at me, laying a hand on my leg.

“Do you have like paparazzi?” I asked, laying my hand on his.

“Uhm… yes. And it will be bad on tour. I probably should have told you that.”

“Well are we going to be… like… telling them who I am and what I’m there for?” There was a knock on our door and I immediately shut my mouth, looking out the window as my mind spun, exploring all the possibilities of what could go wrong. How I could be exposed or embarrassed or shamed for the job I’m doing. I was excited for the job! What I wasn’t excited for was the potential backlash. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t even hear Dom asking for our food. I was only brought back to reality by Dom reaching out a hand and guiding my chin to look at him. My eyes flitted to his.

“We can tell them whatever you’d like to tell them.” I nodded and drew my legs up to my chest, looking back out the window. My mind was running around in circles and squares and up and down and diagonal trying to work out a believable cover story. This was ridiculous. I wanted to ask Shannon what she thought. She’d have plenty of ideas. What if there was paparazzi as soon as we deboarded? There was another knock at the door. I looked over, seeing one of the flight attendants handing our food to Dom. Dom passed my food to me. Miso glazed chicken with oven-roasted leeks with french butter sauce and a mai-tai. My hunger had all but bypassed me. I just let the tray sit on my lap. “Come on, pretty girl.” He murmured, “It’s really not bad.”

“Mmh… no, it’s not that. I just don’t know what story we’re gonna spin about this whole thing.” I murmured.

“We have plenty of time to think about that, babe, just take a sip of your drink, pretty girl, let it all melt away.” I eyed him, sighing and doing as he said. Maybe he was right. I had other shit to worry about. I looked down at the tray. The food did look good. I picked up my fork and sank it into the tender chicken. I brought it to my lips. It melted in my mouth, the perfect mix of savory and sweet. I hummed and looked over at Dom. He was looking at me with a little grin on his face. “Good?” He asked.

“Very.” I answered.

“You just wait, pretty girl, this is nothing compared to the food you’ll find in Vegas.” I blushed, looking back down at my plate.

“I just don’t think I realized how hungry I was.” I murmured. It felt weird. I was excited, but should I be? These dinners had the capacity to be romantic. And would that be a date? Or would it just be setting the tone for an evening of work? 

“Don’t worry, pretty girl.” He murmured, anchoring a hand on my thigh, “Everything’s going to be fine.” I nodded.

Once we’d finished our food, we’d decided to see what other movies the TV had to offer. Big surprise, it was nothing. Dom had his arm laid around my waist. I’d wedged myself up against his side with my head propped on his shoulder. It felt comfortable. It felt good. The kind of good that makes you uneasy because there is nothing on this earth that’s that fucking good. Time seemed to drag. I looked up at him.

“How long till we land?” 

He checked. “Maybe thirty minutes?” He pulled his arm from around my waist, stretching and rolling his neck before standing and starting to rifle through one of his bags.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah, I wanted to put some eyeliner on before we land.” My lips quirked up in a little smirk.

“Let me do it.” He looked over at me, his brows furrowing. He pulled his hand out of his bag, a little black pencil clutched in his grip. He sat back down beside me, parting his legs and looking over at me.

“Come on.” I smiled and clambered into his lap. He slipped the eyeliner pencil between his lips, his hands landing on my ass, taking handfuls of flesh as he did. I scoffed. He wore a wicked grin.

“You’re terrible.” I teased, leaning in slow. I kept my distance- just a bit. I broke eye contact with him, looking down at the pencil held between his lips. I bit my bottom lip, dragging my gaze back up to his eyes. He gave my ass a gentle squeeze, spurring me on. “You want me to kiss you so bad…” He rolled his eyes, biting down a little harder, daring me to come and get it. I leaned in, turning my head and tucking my lips slightly so our mouths wouldn’t touch, biting the end of the pencil, tugging it softly. He didn’t give in. I ran my hand down his chest, slipping my hand into his pants, quirking up my eyebrow daringly, backing off and staring into his eyes. “You cannot possibly expect me to do your eyeliner if you don’t give me the eyeliner.” He smirked and reached up, taking the pencil from between his lips.

“I’ll give it to you… I just want you to work for it a little bit.” I grinned and leaned in, pressing my lips to his, slow and tantalizing. His lips worked against mine lazily. He felt so familiar, so comfortable. I parted my lips slightly, pulling back and sucking in a breath through my nose. He did the same. I sighed against his mouth before reconnecting our lips. I pushed my hand deeper into his pants, wrapping my fist around his cock, dragging up and down slowly. His shoulders sagged. I pressed my tongue gently into his mouth. His hand holding the eyeliner started to drop. I reached out with my free hand, snatching the pencil from him. I broke away from his lips, laughing to myself. His hands stationed themselves on my back, anchoring me so I didn’t fall as I leaned back, chuckling. 

“That was fun.” I hummed. He licked his lips.

“And you’re good at it, too.” He murmured.

“Okay okay, gimme your eyeballs.” He chuckled as I uncapped the liner pencil. I leaned in, narrowing my eyes as I pulled down his eyelid gently, laying a thick line over his water line. I moved to lift his upper lid. “Okay.” I hummed, “Don’t blink.” He opened his eyes wide, a small grin setting itself on his face. I quickly finished. “Do you like it smudgey?” I asked. He stared into my eyes and a little cocky grin made its way onto his face.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” He answered. He mused, pooching his lips out just slightly. I felt a blush burn across my cheeks. I smudge a little bit at his outer corners.

“Okay, rub your eyes.” I murmured. He raised his hands, rubbing his eyes gently. Once he finished, put his arms back around my waist.

“Kiss me.” He murmured. I smiled and leaned in, pressing my lips to his softly. His lips worked against mine. I pressed my tongue into his mouth and his tongue almost immediately met mine. The kiss turned from soft to hungry. His hands pressed into my back, holding me tight against him. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I sighed against his mouth, pulling back, just looking at him. “Hi, baby.” He hummed with a little grin.

“Hi.” I answered, “I feel like this flight is taking five-ever.”

“You don’t like being here with me?” He mused.

“You know what I mean.” I murmured, “I’m just nervous.”

“What can I do to put you at ease?” He asked.

“Mmh… kiss me one more time.” 

“God, with the way you kiss, I don’t know if I have it in me.” He hummed, “You’re insatiable.” I put on a pout. “Ah… I’ve known you for what? Five minutes? And I already can’t say no to that face.”

“Mmh… that just means you’re a good boy.” He grinned.

“You know exactly what buttons to press to get what you want, huh?” He asked.

“Definitely.” I hummed, leaning in. “I can read you like a book.” He smirked. My skin was on fire from the banter alone. Being with him was addicting. My lips ghosted over his and I backed away. He furrowed his brows. “You wanna kiss me so bad…” I teased.

“More than anything.” He mused, his gaze cemented to my lips.

“Then do it…” I whispered. He leaned in and I immediately backed off.

“You’re evil.”

“Maybe so… but for some reason, torturing you just makes me feel so…” I hummed, “... alive…”

“Is that so?” He asked. “Because I love watching that little look you get on your face when you think you’ve got me in the palm of your hand.”

“Are you saying I don’t?”

“Oh no, you definitely do…” He murmured, his eyes dancing from my eyes to my lips. I quirked up an eyebrow.

“You think we could do it one more time before the plane lands?” I mused, leaning in and biting his neck gently.

“I think we could, but I need you to be able to walk when this plane lands…”

“You think you’re that good?”

“Oh I know I’m that good…” I pulled back, staring down into his pretty eyes.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

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When the plane landed, Dom insisted on carrying my bags for me and before I knew it, we were being led into another limousine. Once we made it inside, he took off the sunglasses and the baseball cap he’d donned when we left the plane. I thanked my lucky stars he didn’t get recognized. I looked around, out dark windows. The place was packed. Dom laid his hand on my knee. 

“Have you ever been to Vegas before?”

“Never.” I answered. I saw his expression melt into a little grin as I turned back to the window. The limo pulled away from the airport and I watched the scenery fly by. “What’s the full itinerary tonight?” I hummed. 

“We’re going to the hotel first to drop off our bags and then we’ll meet the other guys for dinner.” Dom answered. 

“Then?”

“Then we see how things go.” I nodded. A pit formed in my stomach, gnawing at my chest. I curled into myself a bit. Dom squeezed my knee and I looked back over at him. 

“It’s going to be fine. They’ll like you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah I do.”

“How?”

“Because I do.” He murmured. I peeled my eyes from him, looking back out the window. I laid my hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“What about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow we tour the venue we’ll be performing at.” He answered. I nodded, looking down at the floor of the limousine. 

“So… do I start working tonight?”

“No, tonight’s just a preliminary meeting.” He answered. I nodded slowly. “It’s going to be fine.”

The limo weaved in and out of traffic and on the ride I couldn’t help but to let my mind wander. Who were they? Would they be nice? Would they treat me like Dom? Be gentle with me? Let me enjoy myself? Let me get my own rocks off? Or would they just use me and then push me aside? Could I even complain if they did? What the hell had I gotten myself into? This was insane. I was on the other side of the country with a man I hardly knew. With a man I didn’t know. I didn’t know this man. And yet, I trusted him implicitly. This was psychotic, this whole thing. 

I noticed a tall, tan building in the distance. The limousine drew nearer and nearer to it. I kept my eyes on it, afraid that if I looked away for just a second, it could vanish and I’d be left to sleep in a sleazy motel. I didn’t even want to ask about it for fear it would burst the perfect bubble of the fantasy I’d managed to find myself in. That is, until the limo pulled into the parking lot.

“Are we staying at the fucking Bellagio?” I asked, squeezing Dom’s hand in mine. I hadn’t noticed before but his hand hadn’t moved from its spot on my thigh for the entire ride.

“Yes we are.” He answered. I dragged my gaze over to him, finding him already looking at me. His gaze felt comfortable, not focusing on one fixed point on me, more so roaming over my body, much like his hands had only hours before. The limo pulled up to the front door and he slipped on his sunglasses. “There’s probably going to be people, so let me get out first and get our bags, then you go in and wait for me.” I nodded. I looked out his window, there were already people sending quizzical looks toward the limo. Was I ready for this? Would they even notice me? Was it conceited to think they would? To think they’d even dare to ask who I was? Dom gave me one last look as he reached for the door handle. “It’s gonna be fine.” He said. His voice sounded sure and his eyes were soft, looking directly into mine this time. I took in a deep breath, putting on a smile and nodding. He pulled his hand from the handle, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss into my lips before he climbed out, shutting the door fast behind him.

My eyes trailed after him. The kiss was comfortable. Real. Like it wasn’t play. Not like it used to be. I didn’t want this to shift into something I couldn’t control. This was a job. And yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel anything, of course I did. My heart was in my vagina. Always had been. But this, this comfortability was playing with fire. This was dangerous. Was I lying to myself thinking I could do this without getting my feelings involved. Maybe when I met the others, it would increase the distance between us. I think that’s all we needed. It could become play again. We just needed to be reminded of our places. I was an employee. Hired to do a job. Nothing more. 

The moment people saw him get out of the limo, they crowded him. He was giving out hugs and taking photos like he was used to it. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make him hotter. And I’d also be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little jealous. Hotel staff soon stepped in, ushering the people back slightly as he opened the trunk and started pulling out the bags. Hotel staff took the bags and started putting them on a luggage cart, hurrying him inside. Nearly all the people followed. And the ones that didn’t, began heading off toward their cars. 

“You think I’m good to go now?” I asked up to the driver.

“I’d let those people thin out for a moment longer.” He answered.

“Yeah, I don't think I’m ready just yet.” I murmured.

“He means it when he says it’ll be fine.”  Came the driver’s voice again.

“You think so?”

“I’m pretty sure.” 

I chuckled at that, “Good to know.”

“You should be good now.” 

I looked around and slowly opened the limo door. “What was your name again?” I asked, leaning back into the back.

“Jack.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jack.”

“What was yours?” 

“(Y/n).”

“It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/n).”

“I’d better get gone.” I said, closing the back door and sending a wave toward the driver’s side window as I rounded the back of the limo and headed into the hotel. I spotted Dom standing at the front desk, getting us checked in. I hurried around a far corner into a hallway deeper in the hotel where no one could see my waiting. I looked around at the grand ceilings and the solid marble floors. I soon felt someone step up close behind me. 

Dom slipped the hotel key card into my hand, bending in towards me slightly. He slipped his hand up my chest, up to my throat, then ending with my jaw in his grip. He tilted my head up to face him. My cheeks burned as his passionate gaze burned into me. His lips parted in a brief grin before he spoke, low and assertive, 

“You go up to our room, get in the bath and wait for me. I’ll bring up your bags.” He muttered. A sly grin made its way onto my face. This was the opposite of distance. And I didn’t care.

“Yes sir.” I answered.

“That’s right…” He hummed. He broke away from me and walked past me, taking a moment to grab my ass. I headed to the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor. I looked down at the key card. It was the fucking penthouse suite. This was nuts. Just last week I was a nobody in New York and now? Now, I was some kind of a rockstar sex slave, but my god did I love it. The elevator doors surged closed and I felt my cheeks flush and my ears burn. This was all just so exciting. This life I had fallen into was something of my grandest dreams. The elevator dinged as we arrived at the top floor of the hotel. I walked out into a hallway, seeing the very first door had a plaque with our room number on it. I pushed the key card into the scanner and the light turned green, emitting a quiet buzz as the door unlocked. I sucked in a breath and laid my hand on the cold metal of the handle. I pushed it down and the door swung open revealing a suite more lavish than I ever could have imagined. 

“Holy fucking shit.” I stepped into the room. It was a living area with a giant bed against the back wall, a kitchen space to the left, and a massive balcony that looked out over the city. I shed my coat, letting it fall to the ground, stepping out of my shoes and walking deeper into the suite. My mind raced with all the naughty things Dom and I could get up to in here. But what about the others? What would they expect of me? What salacious things would they have me doing once they got me alone? My skin buzzed as I felt that familiar ache in my core. 

Mama was hungry…

In more ways than one. 

I headed over to the bed, leaning over and picking up the phone. Dom had told me to get into the bath tub and wait for him, but there was something I had to do first. I dialled the number for room service. Someone picked up immediately. 

“Hi! Could I order…” I flipped through the supplied menu until I found the most expensive option. Hey, he did tell me I could spoil myself. “Two surf and turf meals and a bottle of pinot noir to room 3501?”

“Of course, it’ll be right up ma’am.”

“Thank you!” I placed the phone down on the receiver and  slowly walked away from the bed, pulling off my top and pushing down my pants, stepping out of them. I headed towards the bathroom, reaching back and unhooking my bra and hanging it on the door as I passed it. I looked around the bathroom. If this was anything like the last time he and I had bathroom sex, this would end phenomenally. Tonight- though- tonight was going to be a mystery. Would we hit it off? If we didn’t, I’d probably be fired and this fever dream would be over and I’d fly back home, economy. A far cry from the first class dream I’d had coming out here. I’d better make this whole thing worth it. I looked in the mirror, sweeping my hair over to one side and letting my eyes dance down my nude body. I heard a click as someone else scanned their keycard in the door. I turned on my heels and leaned on the door facing, watching as Dom rolled in our bags. They were stacked high on the luggage cart. He noticed me instantly.

“Goddamn…”  He hummed, stepping past the cart and into the bathroom with me. 

“I’m itching to know what you have planned for me.” I murmured, leaning into the bathtub and starting the hot water, turning it to the shower setting.

“Oh right now? Nothing.” He mused, grabbing my ass.

“Nothing?” I asked, looking back at him. He ground his hips against my unclothed entrance.

“Yeah I figured I could just… torture you a while to get you ready for tonight…” Goosebumps erupted all over my body.

“Well what did you have in mind?” I asked, straightening and pressing my back against him. He tucked his head into my neck, taking in a deep breath and running his nose along my skin. A shiver ran down my spine.

“Get in the shower.” He whispered. I pulled away from him and stepped under the steady stream of water. I turned to face him, extending my hand and moving my pointer finger, indicating for him to come closer. He smirked and slipped off his clothes, climbing into the shower with me. I turned my back to him and his arms instantly locked around my middle. He leaned in, perching his lips on my ear. He nibbled gently at my earlobe and goosebumps erupted down my body.

“Oh… god…” I hummed.

“You like that?” He mused quietly, kissing down the edge of my ear.

“Mmh…”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…”

“I watched you walk in the hotel after me.” He murmured, “Acting like you didn’t know me… God, that should be a fucking crime…” 

I chuckled, “Yeah, why's that?”

“A sexy woman like you? Not hanging off my arm? God, I wanted to fuck you in the middle of the lobby just to show everybody who you came here with.” He kissed down my neck slowly and I sucked in a deep breath. How was this possessiveness going to translate when I met the other guys? I was excited to find out. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He asked as his kisses travelled to my shoulder.

“Mmh… nothing…” I hummed, “Just wondering what you have in store for me…”

“Well, I hate to say it, but you’re going to be disappointed.”

“Me? Disappointed with you? Say it ain’t so.” I mused.

“Sad to say it is.” He hummed, reaching over to the little bottle of hotel shampoo on the shelf, uncapping it and squeezing it out into his hand, loosening his grip on me. I stepped under the water, letting my hair get wet. I turned to him, looking him up and down as beads of water cascaded down my face. I blinked to keep them out of my eyes. He was gorgeous. His body was littered with tattoos. I reached out, tracing my fingers over them. He wore a soft smile. He rubbed his hands together before reaching out, running his fingers gently through my hair. My fingers danced down his abdomen, across his v-line and down through the gorgeous little dark hairs that crowded around the base of his cock. I reached down, taking his cock into my hand. I looked up into his eyes. Distance.

“I want you…” I whispered. Distance…

“We can’t…” He murmured, “We don’t have time.” I bit my bottom lip. Distance.

“We always have time…” I hummed. 

He gritted his teeth. “Fuck it.” He spat. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.” I grinned and bit my tongue, slowly sinking to my knees. “You have to be fast, pretty girl.” He murmured, “We need to get to the club.” I grinned.

“Mhm…” I murmured. I let my mouth slowly fall open, leaning in and licking a thin stripe up the underside of his cock. I sat back on my butt, posing with the tip of his cock stationed on my tongue. I stared up into his eyes as my lips sealed around him. He wore an amused little smirk.

“You’d better hurry it up…” I smiled around him and began bobbing my head, giving him some gentle suction. He sucked in a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut. I worked my tongue softly over the frenulum at the underside of his tip. He ran his fingers through my hair, working the shampoo into my scalp softly as I bobbed my head. He guided me slowly. My eyes fluttered closed as he began to pick up speed, moving his hips to meet my mouth over… and over… and over. This was the opposite of distance. 

But maybe that was okay. Maybe I could soak it up now. When I met the other guys and my contract officially started there was no way we could keep up this pace. So this was fine. For now. And tomorrow, everything would be different. The distance would come naturally. This wasn’t something I had to worry about. I had a lot more to worry about. Like making Dom cum. That should be where my focus lies. Call it practice. For the job ahead.

“That’s it… Fuck, that’s it…” Dom groaned above me, recentering my mind on him. I sucked a little harder, jutting out my tongue as he bottomed out, his tip hitting the back of my throat hard. I pried my eyes open enough to see him grimace, bending over me slightly. His mouth fell open. Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god…” He gasped. I couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle around him. He clenched his jaw. “God!” He grunted, gripping my hair hard. Oh he was loving this. I could work with this. I let out a slow, quiet hum, continuing bobbing my head. The rhythmic way the veins in his cock felt between my lips. Pressing through, over and over and over and over and over… They way his hands felt as they tangled in my hair. God! It felt like a fucking high. “Fuck! Just like that! Just like that!” Dom groaned, bending over me and using his leverage to fuck my mouth harder. 

My hands landed on his thighs, stabilizing myself. I felt his cock twitch. Once, twice, a third time. I reached up, cupping his balls gently. I felt them tighten. He came hard. He cradled my head tight against his body. My nose was pressed against his skin. He smelled fantastic. It sounded odd to put into words, but the scent of him, the feel of him… just everything about him. He was so different from any other man I’d ever met. He was gentle and firm in all the right ways. This was really bad. How was I ever going to pull myself away from him?

I swallowed down his cum and peeled my eyes open to stare up at him. He was breathing hard. His hands slipped out of my hair. His body sagged. I reached up, took his hands. He helped me to my feet. I snaked my arm around his neck as I stared up into his gorgeous, light eyes.

“Was that fast enough?” I mused, biting my bottom lip. He chuckled, his hands laying on my sides.

“That might’ve been a little too fast.” He panted, letting his fingers dance gently over my skin.

“Let me wash your hair.” 

“No please, let me take care of you first.” He murmured with a little smile. I smirked as he guided me under the water. I tilted my head back, letting the water cascade down my back. Dom leaned in and I felt his lips attach to my neck.

“I thought you said we didn’t have time…”

“Maybe we have a little time…” He hummed against my skin. I bit my lip.

“You’re terrible…” I whispered. Dom slowly kneeled in front of me.

“There’s always time to take care of you…”

By the time we were walking into the club we were only ten minutes late, likely because I’d opted to go for just a smudged winged liner and mascara, which saved us some time and then we demolished our food... which didn't. Dom had informed me it was a casual meet up so I’d opted to dress in a leather halter top with two lace up panels under the bust and a low-rise leather mini skirt with a belt. I’d also decided to wear a pair of black leather chunky kitten heels. The toe box was lined with silver rivets. Dom had complimented them when I slipped them on. When I’d turned around to thank him I saw he’d put on a black satin button up that was only half buttoned and a pair of black slacks. It was at that point when I asked him if I should change and he’d looked me up and down, telling me I’d better not. He’d donned his sunglasses and a leather jacket before we’d left. 

Dom flashed his ID at the club bouncer and he’d waved us inside without bothering to check mine. Dom now had his hand propped gently on my lower back as we weaved through the club. The bulkiness of his leather jacket shielded the position of his hand from view. He guided me through the hoards of people, keeping his head down as he led me to a short flight of stairs in the back that led to a raised area with tables. He handed his ID to the man standing at the velvet rope. The man waved us through, handing Dom his ID back.

“They should be at the table in the back left corner.” Dom murmured in my ear. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. I felt my knees give a bit as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. I felt him turn his head, giving the room a quick once over before he slid his hand around my middle, “You like that?”

“Mhm…” I murmured. He steered me towards the table in the back. My mind raced with the possibilities of who they could be. Dom’s fingers pressed into the soft skin of my tummy as he held me against his chest. My eyes danced around from table to table until it landed on the one that had to have been ours. Three figures sat around the table, their heads pointed towards us as we marched forward. As we got closer, their faces soon enough became clear. “Oh my god…”

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(Y/n) needs a day off. And what better way to blow off some steam than to attend a key party on the rich side of town. Emily seems to think it’s the best way, anyway. (Y/n)’s never done anything like this before, but little does she know, another one of her coworkers will be there too…

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- Key Party - Mentions of Anonymous Sex - Sex with a Coworker - Semi-Public Teasing - Dirty Talk - Oral Sex - Fingering - Anal Fingering - PIV Sex - Comfort - Soft Daddy Dom Spencer Reid - Praise - Gentle Degradation/Teasing - Taking Photos - Rimming

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“Come on. You know you need a day off.”

“Yeah, a day off, but this? Come on.” I murmured, looked over at Emily. She was leaned back in her chair with her feet propped on her desk, twirling her pen instead of finishing her paperwork with it. 

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” She answered. My mind mulled over her words. It was crazy. But it could be fun… I’d probably never get an invitation like this again. “You know you wanna go…” Emily hummed in a quiet sing-song voice.

“Go where?” Spencer asked as he walked past our desks to hand deliver his paperwork to Hotch.

“We’re going to try a new restaurant tonight.” Emily lied. I eyed her. She was worryingly good at that.

“Oh! That new Jamaican fusion place on third? I've heard their jerk chicken tacos are actually really good.”

“Oh, we’ll have to give them a try!” I answered, sending a smile his way before directing my head down to look at my paperwork. Spencer bid us goodbye and continued up to Hotch’s office. 

“How much longer on your paperwork?” I asked, rolling my chair over closer to Emily. 

“Like five minutes.” 

“Mhm, sure.” I hummed. I leaned in a little closer to her. 

“What do you wear to something like this anyway?” I asked. She quirked up an eyebrow. 

“So you'll go?”

“I didn’t say that.” Emily sucked her teeth, “But if I were saying that and if I was planning on going, what’s the address, what time should I be there and again,” I reiterated, “what should I wear?” Emily chuckled. 

“I’ll text you the details and…” she looked me up and down, “try out that little black satin number you wore to Rossi’s birthday party.”

“And shoes? Is it more of a stilettos so I walk like a baby fawn and break my ankle at even the sight of uneven ground or is it like dresses and sneakers kind of thing?”

“So help me God, if you show up in sneakers, I’ll kill you.” I laughed. 

“Okay, how about some sensible yet sexy kitten heels.” She cocked an eyebrow up. “Okay fine, my red heart pumps and that’s the best you’re gonna get, my feet hurt.” 

“I can work with that.” I laughed, polishing off my paperwork and standing, rolling my chair back up to my desk. 

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.” I murmured, scooping up my bag and heading up to Hotch’s office. I handed him my paperwork, said my goodbyes before leaving the bullpen and hitting the elevator’s down button. I hear a door open and bang closed. I looked over to see Spencer leaving the bathroom, wiping his hands on his pants. He looked up and met my gaze. His cheeks tinged pink as he walked up to stand beside me. 

“Uh- the bathroom- we’re out of paper towels.” I nodded, smiling to myself as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. 

“You could’ve grabbed some paper towels from the women’s bathroom, you know.” I murmured, looking over at him as we stepped into the elevator together. “There’s like, what? Six women who work on this floor?” His blush darkened, “And speaking as one of the women who work on our floor, you’re allotted…” I hummed in thought, “... six paper towels.” He chuckled and I saw his blush start to lessen when he realized I was fucking with him. The elevator dinged and opened to reveal the lobby.

“Have a good night.” He murmured, tucking his hair back behind his ear, skipping out of the elevator. I giggled to myself, walking out of the elevator and out of the front doors, down to the parking lot, watching as Spencer hailed a cab. I stuffed my hand into my pocket, pulling out my keys, clicking the button. My car beeped and I headed towards it, unlocking the door and throwing in my bag, plopping down into my front seat. Now, I was going to worry about tonight for the entire drive home and then convince myself I wasn’t going to go, then not make a plan and go with no plan. That’s how it usually went, anyway.

No, this time would be different. I was going. And I wasn’t going to worry. I had nothing to worry about. This was just some good clean, kinky fun. I needed to get fucked. I’d been tense since my breakup a couple months ago. He felt like he wasn’t getting any attention because I worked so much. Then when I got home, I was tired. I was always tired. I heard somewhere that I wasn’t tired because I was actually tired, but because I wasn’t feeding my soul or some shit like that… And my soul was horny. This wasn’t a slutty endeavor, it was a revitalizing one. Yeah, that was just believable enough. I love it when I can convince myself to buy my own bullshit.

I arrived home and immediately b-lined it to my closet, rifling through it to find that dress. I soon found it, the black satin. It hung off me just right, hugging every curve. The top sat low off the shoulder, showing a tasteful hint of cleavage. But that meant I’d have to wear one of those fucking strappless bras. If I bent down too far in one of those, those fuckers would flip out and land on the floor. Did I have any other cocktail dresses? Particularly ones that I didn’t need a bra with. I looked up at the clock. I needed to get in the shower in the next five minutes if I wanted to have time to dry my hair and redo my makeup before the party. I groaned. I’d just mull over my dress options in the shower.

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I had just climbed out of the shower, wrapped myself up in a towel and I was about to dry my hair when my phone started ringing off the hook. I grabbed up my phone, seeing it was Emily. I swiped the answer button.

“I’m calling to reiterate that you are not to wear sneakers.” She hummed. I heard the distinctive clacking of an eyeshadow palette closing in the background.

I chuckled. “Yes, yes, I know. How are you already doing your makeup? I just now got out of the shower.”

“Oh, when I’m excited, I can move at the speed of light.”

“You’re ridiculous.” I laughed, “What time is the party?”

“It starts at seven, 401 East Bluebird Avenue.”

“Got it.” I answered, “I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, meet you there.” I hung up and sat on the stool at my vanity. I stared into the mirror. Taking a deep breath. I was really doing this. I pulled open the bottom drawer, pulling out my hair dryer and starting it up. I could wear that pink halter neck dress that I wore to my best friend’s wedding last year. It had been hanging in the back of my closet staring at me since then. Wait. What about that purple plunge neck, open back dress I’d bought on a whim a month back? It had come back from the dry cleaners and I hadn’t even tried it on. I got wrapped up with other things and completely forgot about its existence. I had to at least give it a try. But what shoes? Those purple to blue ombre sandal kitten heels could do the trick. Normally those would be the statement piece of my outfit. But now, my whole outfit was turning out to be a statement. But maybe the statement was that I was sexy. True, but it’s not enough of a reason. Maybe the statement is that purple is so gorgeous on everyone that it should be considered a neutral. That one I could get behind. Some kind of socio-political-puple-is-a-neutral bullshit. Oh that was perfect. Just psychotic enough. 

I’d decided on a simple light purple in the crease, buffed out with a little bit of tan. Since this was an evening look, I’d decided on winged liner, a cool-tone blush and some heavy handed highlight. I sort of looked like I’d dunked my head in a bin of glitter. And it was fabulous. The kitten heels were both sexy and easy to walk in. A lethal combination. The dress though. It fit me like I was fucking melted down and poured into it. Like it was fucking made for me. I never realized a dress could look this fucking fantastic. The plunge neck gave a tasteful peak at my cleavage. The large medallion at the base of said plunge drew your eyes down, almost magnetically. It sparkled. And the low back- my god- the dress had long, bell sleeves and there was a little sparkly clip that sat at the base of the back of my neck and the open bag sagged low, down to the base of my spine, sitting just above my ass. The dimples on my lower back were visible, dimples of Venus, I think they’re called. The dress hugged my hips, beholden to the curvature of my ass. To make a long story short, I looked fantastic. 

I pushed my clothes to one side, exposing the wall where I hung my purses inside my closet. I decided on a little wristlet bag, bedazzled with the same color rhinestones as the medallion and the clip. I slipped my wallet and my phone into the bag, heading off to the door. Was there anything I was forgetting? I don’t think so… I reached out on the bar, my fingers wrapping around my car keys as I scanned around my apartment. I wasn’t forgetting anything. I quickly opened the door and turned the lock as I closed it behind me. I hit the elevator button, nearly bouncing in anticipation for the entire wait and the whole ride down. I headed out the front doors and hopped out to my car, flipping my keys around in my hands, bypassing all the charms until I landed on my car key. I headed out to my car, tossing in my bag and climbing in, starting my car. I reached into my purse, fishing out my phone and looking at the text Emily sent me. The address was on the richest side of town, just as I’d expected. How she got such an invite, I was sure I’d never know.

She must’ve done this before, enough to have the authority to bring a plus one. This was insane. The streetlights were already on as I weaved through traffic. Emily had told me she was already on her way and I wanted to get there around the time she did. I really didn’t want to get boxed in by all the other cars though. Well- I’d probably be going home with someone else anyway… This was exciting! This was nerve wracking. This was insane.

I pulled up at the house. I spotted Emily’s car parked on the street. I pulled up behind her, keeping a big enough distance between us so it would be easy for her to leave, though she’d definitely be going home with somebody else. I still kept too little space for another car to park between us. I climbed out, leaning back in, stretching across the front seats to grab my purse. I felt someone land a swift smack on my ass. I stood straight up, banging my head on the roof.

“Ow!” I grabbed my head and backed out to see it was Emily.

“I recognized your car.” She said with a grin.

“Did I fuck up my hair?” I asked, closing my door and looking into the driver’s side mirror.

“It doesn’t look any more fucked up than usual. I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” She murmured, “Come on, I think there’s food inside.”

“Oh god, I hope so. I’m so fucking hungry.”

“Yeah, just don’t go all unga bunga on the food.”

“I won’t! I’ll be ladylike!”

“Promise me you won’t go unga bunga.”

“I swear that I, (Y/n) (L/n) will not go caveman mode on the finger foods that are supplied at no expense to me at this party.”

“Ahem.” I looked over at her. “Sex party.”

“Ah, yes, sorry. Sex party.” She laughed as we marched up the sidewalk and up the steps, leaning into each other as we made our way up to the front door. I raised my hand, knocking hard. Harder than I meant to.

“You’re already going unga bunga and you haven’t even seen the food yet.” She murmured. I laughed. The door swung open and the host welcomed us in. Emily and I signed our names on a little clip board by the door before parting ways. She headed off to find the bathroom and I headed towards where I figured the kitchen would be. The first thing I found was a platter of pigs in a blanket. And if I’m anything, I’m a slut for pigs in a blanket. I looked around, making sure no one was watching before grabbing five and stuffing them into my mouth. I really should have eaten something before I left. But if no one saw me go unga bunga, did it really even count?

After swallowing down the mouth-full of food, I decided to pour Emily and I a drink. I took the bottle of Sauvignon  Blanc, pouring us both a glass. I eyed mine. I could use some liquid courage. I downed my glass, pouring myself another one. I took them to the living room to wait for her. I sipped my glass and looked around the house. It was stunning. It was a Tuscan inspired villa. What I wouldn’t give to live in a place like this. I wondered how many rooms it had. Emily soon came back. I stood and held out her glass to her. She took it, thanking me. 

“Hey, how many bedrooms are in this place?” I asked. 

“Last I counted, at least five. I got a little… hung up… last time I was here.” She smirked at me, “Care to take a tour?”

“I’d love one.” I answered. 

“Right this way, little lady.” She said, linking her arm with mine, guiding me down the hallway. “Okay, if the doors are open, that means the people inside are good with us watching or joining. If they’re closed, they aren’t.” I nodded. There would be people having sex already? The party had just barely begun… I could feel my cheeks burning. She looked over at me, “Don’t be embarrassed.” She murmured, leaning in closer, “You don’t have to take a tour if you don’t want to.” But that was the thing… I very much did. I chewed the inside of my cheek. 

“No, I… I want this.” I answered. She suppressed a smile as I took a drink from my glass.

“Good girl.” I snorted. My body lit aflame. I should kick her. 

“I told you that in confidence!” I gasped.

“Sorry, I just had to.” She answered with a chuckle. She took me to the first bedroom. Inside was what looked like two people getting ready for a scene. A man was strapped down to the bed on his stomach, shirtless but fully clothed below the belt. A woman stood at the edge of the bed, lining up all her toys. “That’s Eden.” Emily murmured, “She’s the best domme in town.”

“Excuse you, I’m the best in the state.” Eden said from inside, shooting a look at Emily before her eyes drifted to me. “Who’s your friend?” She asked, coming over to us. Her long black hair was in a slicked back pony tail and she was dressed in a short black dress. “She’s very well dressed.” Eden murmured, looking me up and down. 

“Thank you, I’m (Y/n). I’m kind of… new to this.” I answered, thrusting my hand out to her. She shook it firmly, nodding to herself. 

“Well, it’s never too late to join in…” She murmured, a sly grin making its way onto her face. 

“So I’m learning.” I said. Eden looked back at Emily. 

“I like her.” With that, she turned and headed back into the room. Emily pulled me along to the next room. No one was inside that one. 

“How will we know when it’s time to pull keys?”

“They usually ring a bell.” Emily answered. 

“And then what happens?”

“And then we all congregate in the living room and the women are called up to the front. They have us close our eyes and take a key from the bowl. And you can either hold up the keys and the owner of said keys can take you off to one of the bedrooms here, or you can go out to their car and go somewhere private.” I nodded. 

“I think I’d rather have sex in my apartment than in someone else’s bed.” I murmured. 

“Thats what I usually do.” Emily murmured, “Come on, I want to show you my favorite room before someone snaps it up. Emily led me deeper into the house, up some marble, back stairs. Our heels clicked up them as we walked. “First door on the left.” She murmured. I went where she said, stepping into a magnificent room. The bed had a dramatic canopy over top. 

“Woah!” I murmured. 

“I know, right? If I had to have sex in anyone’s bed besides my own, I’d pick this one.” The room was a moody brown, the canopy was a deep caramel, the sheer curtains falling down, but doing little to shield the bed. 

“It’s beautiful.” I murmured. The bed itself was a four poster bed, the wood was dark and it was outfitted with a cream coloured bed suit, covered in an intricately embroidered paisley pattern that would put Vera Bradley to shame. On the wall in front of the bed stood a gorgeous, antique armoire with mirrored doors. And brass knobs. 

“Have you ever fucker in front of a mirror?” Emily asked. 

“Can’t say I have.”

“It’s fantastic. Watching their face as they come undone, fucking you from behind.” I looked over at her. She looked like she was reliving something, “I’ll tell you this much, it’ll boost the hell out of your ego.” I chuckled. 

“I think you told me everything by that look on your face.” 

“Just try it.”

“If it’s that good, I think I have to.” All of a sudden, our ears were met but the sound of a bell chiming. 

“Come on.” Emily murmured, pulling me after her. We headed down the stairs, our heels clicking down the stairs as she guided me back towards the living room. A large group of people was congregated there. Emily elbowed her way through the men at the back and I kept my head down, trying to weave through them until we made it to the front of the line. 

The host commenced drawing women’s names from a bowl and I chanced a look around the room. Nearly every man was stunning. The women would either pair up and go somewhere deeper in the house or they’d head out the front door to wait at the man’s car. The host called Emily’s name. She looked back at me before walking forward and plunging her hand into the bowl, rooting around and pulling out a keychain. She looked down at the keys, smiling to herself. Oh, she knew who those keys belonged to. And she was happy about it too. I was going to get the details on that later. I was sure of it. Another woman was called up. I could feel my skin buzzing, my heart thumping. I reached up, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“(Y/n).” The host called out. I chewed my lower lip. This was it. I stepped up to the bowl, taking a deep breath and plunging my hand into the bowl. I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to scrounge around too long. My fingers grasped around something rectangular. I picked it up, looking down at it. It turned out I’d grabbed a tardis key chain. I grinned, heading out the front door. If all else failed, at least we had something to talk about. I singled out the car key and clicked the lock button. I didn’t want to just get in. The car did a little honk. I walked over to it. I didn’t want to stare at the house. I almost didn’t want to see who came out of it. I mean, did it really matter? I surveyed the rest of the cars. I saw a woman with dark hair pressed against the hood of a silver car with a dark haired man bent over her, bracing himself against the shiny metal, lit only by moonlight. I squinted. Oh my god. That was Emily. I averted my gaze, chucking to myself quietly, nearly doubling over.

“Hi.” I felt a hand lay on my shoulder. I froze, starting to turn slowly, “I’m-”

“Spencer?!” I hissed. My mouth fell open and his eyes went wide

“Oh my god, I heard them say (Y/n), but I never in a million years would have thought it was… I thought you and Emily were going to that Jamaican Fusion place on third… I’m so sorry.” I just kind of stood there, staring at him with my mouth agape. “(Y/n)?” My head tilted slightly. None of this made any sense. There was no fucking way Spencer Reid, innocent little Spencer Reid, was at a key party tonight. “(Y/n)?”

“Sorry… I just… I never expected to…”

“Yeah, most people don’t.” He murmured, looking around the neighborhood we were in. His eyes focused on the couple I’d spotted moments ago and I hoped he wouldn’t make the connection that Emily was here too. He stiffened, looking back down at me.

“I’m so sorry about this, I’m sorry for ruining your night. Can I at least drive you home? You seem a little buzzed and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive.”

“Yeah- uh- yes, thank you.” I murmured. He reached out for his keys, his hand brushed mine. I froze. White hot lightning shot up my spine and goosebumps raised on my arms. I swallowed hard, tearing my eyes from him, looking down at the well-manicured lawn as he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for me. When he closed it, I took a moment to breathe. This was insane. What just happened? Did I… want to follow through on this. Did I want to fuck him? I mean, he’s tall, he’s cute, he’s smart, and he’s here. He’s the whole fucking package. But would he ever want to… No, he was far too professional for that. Too smart to get involved with a coworker. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started his car.

“You still live in the same place?” He asked, looking anywhere but at me.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry.” I murmured, I reached behind me, pulling my seatbelt around me and buckling it. He pulled away from the hoard of cars, averting his eyes as he passed Emily and her date who were still entangled, making out on the hood of his car. Luckily, Spencer had parted on the outskirts. I kept my eyes out the window. What a bust. Tonight had been a total fucking waste of time. I’d gone through all that. All that? And I wouldn’t even be getting laid. An accidental unsanctimonious sigh fell from my lips. I stiffened in my seat. I hadn’t meant for that to come out, more of an inside sigh.

Spencer didn’t say a word the entire car ride back to my apartment. I looked up into the rearview mirror once, catching his eyes on me. He’d immediately stiffened, averting his gaze back out the windshield. When he pulled up to my building, he parked and started to get out.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” I murmured.

“No, please, let me walk you to your door, it’s the least I can do.” He answered. I began getting unbuckled, untangling my purse straps from where I hadn’t realized I’d tangled them in it. My door opened. “Here, let me help.” 

Spencer sank to his knees, reaching in and beginning to sort out the mess. As he was distracted, I finally allowed myself to look at him, really look at him. He was dressed in a warm grey button down shirt with a sleek little black and plum tie. His sleeves were pushed up, showing off his forearms. His messy brown hair was fallen, at all angles, framing his face in the best way.

“There.” He murmured, standing up and extending his hand to me. I took it and he helped me out of the car. His hand lingered in mine for just a moment before he closed the door. It was almost imperceptible. And it would have been to anyone else. But I knew him. And I knew his subconscious was testing the waters while his conscious mind stayed miles away, trying to busy itself with anything else. He guided me into my building, keeping close behind me. He pressed the up button on the elevator. We waited in silence. 

Once the elevator arrived, I climbed in first, him entering after me. I pressed the button for my floor and again, we stood in silence. He walked me to my door and I cursed myself for not getting my keys out ahead of time. Or was that a sign from my subconscious? I rifled around in my purse for my keys, pulling them out and pushing them into the door slowly. I looked back at Spencer. He still wasn’t looking at me.

“Thank you.” I murmured, softly.

“Don’t worry about it.” He murmured back, “I’m sorry again, and… you look… beautiful…” I felt my chest tighten as he turned to leave. I clenched my jaw. Was I really doing this? I reached out and caught his hand. He froze. I tugged and he slowly turned on his heels towards me. I pulled him closer, reaching up and laying my other hand on his cheek, guiding his face to look at me. Directly at me, like he’d been avoiding. As soon as his eyes met mine, I saw passion blooming in them. My breath caught in my throat as I pulled him to me. He anchored his hand on the wall above my head, his figure felt imposing, like I was finally realizing his true height.

He leaned down, his soft, pouty lips crashing down onto mine. God, this was… unexpected? Insane? Totally fucking, earth-shatteringly good? His lips worked against mine instantly, leaving me breathless and hungry. I broke away.

“I’m interested in following through on this… if you are…” He sucked in a deep breath, looking at the wall for a moment before looking back down at me.

“Fuck it.” I grinned and fumbled with the lock as Spencer finally laid his hands on me, running them along my sides, exploring my clothed body with his soft touch. I silently begged the door to open so he wouldn’t take me in the hallway. He seemed insatiable, like once I’d finally given him permission, he’d exposed a side of himself I’d never even conceived of. Finally the key twisted and the door gave way. He closed the door behind us as I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes. I looked up at him, panting. He had a hungry look in his eyes.

“God… you…” I reached up, tucking his hair behind his ear gently, his brows furrowed, “You taste so fucking good.” I pulled him back to me, kissing him hard. He broke apart from my lips, his eyes burning into me as I slinked backward, slipping my hand down his neck, my fingers dancing down his chest before I gripped the end of his tie, starting to tug him with me as I led him to my bedroom. His eyes stayed on mine the entire time, never once leaving them. I backed up, through the door of my room, all the way until the backs of my legs brushed against the edge of my bed. I reached back, starting to pull at the button of my dress.

“Please, let me.” He murmured. He enveloped me in his arms and I found myself leaning into his chest, begging for closeness. How could we possibly go back to normal coworkers after this? I closed my eyes, sighing softly as his hands graced up my back, finding the button at the nape of my neck. I licked my lips, sucking in a deep breath, a shiver running down my spine as his fingers danced nimbly against my neck as he unbuttoned it. He held me close against his chest as he let his hands explore down my back, exploring the low bottom of this dress. “If you knew…” His voice faltered, “If you fucking knew how you looked in that dress- god- you would never take it off…”

“Says the man taking it off me…” I hummed back playfully. He chuckled.

“You know… I’ve always wondered what you look like…” He murmured, letting his hand caress down the curve of my ass as the top of my dress fell down between us, exposing my chest. My bare breasts pressed into his chest. “Your ass always looks so perfect in your slacks…” He whispered, “Do you ever… feel my eyes on you?” He asked softly. I smiled to myself.

“Oh, when I bend down in front of you and you look down my top…?” He smiled, “Have you ever felt mine on you?” 

“You mean when you stare at my cock when we’re sitting on the plane…? He asked. “Or when your eyes bore into my ass when I walk past your desk?”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew.” He answered, “Why do you think I started letting you catch me looking down your top?” He tucked his thumbs into the edges of my dress, beginning to push it down. I snaked my arms up around his neck, keeping us close as my dress fell. His arms instantly wrapped around me. He hugged me softly. He ran his hand up my back, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Hey… Are you okay?” He asked, breaking from our playfulness. I swallowed hard.

“Yeah, sorry, I just haven't had anything like this in a long time.” I answered softly. He scratched my back gently.

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” He whispered into my hair, “You don’t have to apologize for anything.” We fell into a silence for a moment as I took a couple deep, recentering breaths. “I’d better make this really good then, huh?” I laughed, harder than I meant to. And it wasn’t a cute laugh either, I cackled. My laugh made him laugh. 

“Yeah, you better.” I answered, taking a deep breath. I pulled back from him slightly and his eyes stayed on mine. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine again, softer this time, gentler. My lips parted slightly and I pressed my tongue against the seam of his mouth. He allowed me to enter, meeting my tongue with his in a disgusting display of sheer infatuation, dripping with sensuality. His hands snaked up my back, one hand nestling at the base of my neck, guiding me to part from him. We panted, our eyes locked onto each other’s. His eyes raked down my body fully for the first time.

“Take them off.” He whispered. His voice was strained, like he was barely holding himself back. I pushed my panties down my hips, letting them fall to the floor. I straightened, standing before him, completely naked. I looked down his body, still fully clothed. I felt exposed, seen in the best way. I wanted him to see me. I wanted his eyes on me. I needed them. I didn’t exist without his gaze, not in the same way, at least. I’d never felt like this before and I was positive I never would again. It felt like a high. I felt euphoric and calm all at the same time. His eyes raked up and down my body

“Is it what you expected?” I asked, smirking.

“Can you give me a little spin?” He mused, gesturing with his finger. I bit my lip, spinning in a slow circle once I was facing away from him, he laid his hand on my shoulder. I paused. His finger danced down my spine. I shivered. “God… you’re so fucking… perfect.” He whispered. I closed my eyes, breathing in his praise, drinking it in like water- like I needed it to exist. 

He removed his hand and I turned back to him slowly. I looked into his eyes with my own half-lidded ones. He looked hungry, like a man starved. I wondered briefly how long it had been for him. It seemed like it had been a while. I needed him to enjoy this, to enjoy me. I needed to be good for him. I kept my eyes on his as I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. I chewed my lower lip, slinking up slowly, leaning the side of my face against the front of his belt. His eyes stayed on mine as a sly little smirk played onto his lips. 

“Awww… look at you being such a good girl for me…” My chest lit desire and I felt my eyes unfocus. I needed him. My mouth pooled with drool. He reached down, taking my jaw in his hand. “Oh… I think that did something to you…” He mused, leaning down closer to my face so I could see him clearly. I could feel that I had a dopey grin on my face, but I could peel it off for the life of me. “Do you like it when I call you my good girl?” My mouth fell open, answered in a pitiful little moan. “Aww, I think that was a yes…” He smirked, letting me go, straightening. “Go ahead, be a good girl for me.” I reached up, tugging at his leather belt, opening it, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. I pulled at them. I couldn’t pull them down enough. “Aww, does my good girl need some help?” I sat back and looked up at him, begging, silently, with my eyes. He tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It hung pointedly at my lips. My mouth fell open instantly, my tongue jutting out, waiting for him. I needed to taste him. To feel him on my tongue. I tilted my head up slightly, waiting for him. “God, you look so perfect sitting there like that, I almost want to take a picture…”

“Take one.” I whispered. 

“You know I have an eidetic memory, right?” He asked. 

“Yes.” 

“You want me to have a photo of you like this, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded slow. “You want me to have physical evidence of how much of a good little slut you are, huh?” I nodded. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” I pleaded. I needed him. I needed his cock in my mouth. Either that or I was going to die, I was sure of it. “Please…” I whispered. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and I assumed the position. My tongue out, awaiting for him, my eyes pleading for his cock. He took a photo of me before laying his phone on my nightstand. “Please… I need it.” I whispered. 

“Awww, you’re so needy for me. Is this what you want?” He pressed his cock down on my tongue. I felt a breath heave from my body as he slipped his cock in further. Further. Further. Until he bottomed out at the back of my throat. “Fuck… what a good fucking girl…” He whispered. I felt tears spilling down my cheeks from the strain, drool falling from my mouth as I closed my lips around him. He groaned. I swallowed him down until my nose pressed against his stomach. 

“Mmh…” I hummed around him. 

“Awww… did Daddy’s cock break your brain, pretty girl?”I could feel myself melting under the warmth of his words. God, I needed this. I’d been without it for so long that I had forgotten how fucking good it felt to submit. Our job was stressful. Tough decisions had to be made constantly. And it just felt so fucking good to turn my brain off. Even for just a minute. He laid his hand on my head, tangling it tight in my hair. He pulled out slow. My hands clambered, clutching his pants legs. “squeeze my leg if it’s too much, okay, gorgeous?” He said, breaking from our play momentarily.

“Mhm.” I hummed around him. 

“Fuck!” He spat, clenching his jaw. I smiled inwardly. “Okay, come on, show me how much of a good little slut you can be for me.” I could practically feel my eyes rolling back in my head. The way he spoke was fucking orgasmic. He pushed his cock back slowly, backing out, pushing in, gradually picking up the pace. He moved his hands from my hair to station on either side of my face to he could more easily fuck it. My eyes fluttered closed and I gagged around him slightly. “You’ve got it, pretty girl. You’re taking it so well…” He hummed through gritted teeth. “Oh god… Your fucking mouth! Fuck!” He groaned. I melted hearing his moans. It numbed any uncomfortability I might have been experiencing. I started giving him a little bit of suction. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh fuck!” He gasped, starting to fuck my mouth harder. So hard that I couldn’t give him any suction anymore. Drool spilled from my lips, dripping down my chin. “Just a little longer. Fuck! You’ve got it! Fuck! Fuck! You’re taking it so. Fucking. Well.” He punctuated his last words with impossibly hard thrusts. I pulled enough strength to turn my eyes up to him. His eyes were shut tight and he was panting hard through gritted teeth. I felt his hands tighten on either side of my face as his thrusts became sloppy. I watched as he came undone above me. His mouth fell open, his jaw went slack and his shoulders sagged. He seated himself deep against my throat, bottoming out so my nose was nestled against the short, mousy brown hairs that sat there. My forehead pressed into the soft fabric of his shirt. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and the addicting smell of his sex flooded my body. He rutted his hips once, twice, three times before finally cumming hard down the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, swallowing around him. He shivered, slowly pulling out of my mouth. A thick string of saliva connected me to the throbbing head of his cock. I raised my hands to wipe the spit from my chin and he softened his grip on me, tilting my head up to look at him. “That was… fantastic…” He murmured. I smiled, standing slowly. “Are you okay? Was that… okay for you?”

“Yeah,” I murmured, panting slightly, staring up into his pretty eyes, “that was really fun.” He smirked, leaning in and kissing my, still wet, lips. 

“Let me get you some tissues for your chin. He bent from me and snatched a couple tissues from the box beside my bed. He held my jaw in his hand, tipping my head up as he wiped softly at my face. “You did so well…” He hummed softly. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his soft touch on my skin.

“Mmh…” I murmured.

“You like that?” He mused.

“Mhm…”

“You were such a good girl for me.” I could feel myself blushing as that dopey smile made its way back onto my face. “Aww…” He murmured. “You know, I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before.”

“Mmh… what?” I asked.

“That you have a praise kink.” I blushed and he chuckled quietly. “You get this cute little look on your face when Hotch tells you you did a good job.” My blush burned harder. He tossed the tissues in the trash can and I opened my eyes to stare up at him. I reached up, brushing his hair back behind his ears from where it had fallen over his forehead. His gaze was soft. 

“Thank you for getting those tissues for me.” I murmured softly.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He answered. A sly grin made its way onto Spencer’s face as he sank down to his knees in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as his lower lip snagged between his teeth. He stared up at me with his big puppy-dog eyes. My skin buzzed. I reached down, taking his face in my hand. My mouth fell open. I could feel his gaze on me, I could feel it. “Let me please you…” He hummed.

“Oh god…” I breathed. He was saying all the right things, this was, god, he was fucking perfect. I mean sure… I’d thought about it, of course I had, but I never dreamed it would actually ever happen. I moved my hand swiftly, grabbing him by his tie and pulling it tight like a leash. He took in a sharp breath as I sank to sit on my bed. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes on mine, but the moment I opened my legs for him, it was all for naught. 

“Fuck…” He spat, panting. I notice him beginning to salivate, “You’ve really deserved this…” He murmured, “You were such a good fucking girl.” I pulled harder on his tie.He mewled pitifully, finally tearing his gaze away to look up into my eyes. I pulled harder at his tie and I saw his eyes glaze over for a moment before he refocused. He was really enjoying this. From how he acted earlier, I wouldn’t assume he would. This was fun. He was fun. I never would have guessed he was this fun, that he was this kinky. “Lay back on the bed, pretty girl.” I bit my lip and sat on the bed, keeping a hold on his tie, pulling him with me as I laid back. He smirked, standing over me. I tugged on his tie.

“Come on.” I mused. He grinned, leaning over me, anchoring his hands on either side of me. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine gently. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, slipping my hands down his back. He broke away from me, staring down into my eyes. “You don’t wanna take your clothes off?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, my eyes wandering up and down his pretty face.

“Yeah, sorry, I just like the power dynamic of seeing my partner naked for me while I’m still fully clothed.” He answered, standing up. He started pulling at his tie.

“Mmh…” I hummed, “I think you can leave the tie.” He smirked down at me.

“Yeah?” He asked, “You like getting to pull me around?” I chewed my bottom lip and blushed slightly.

“Maybe a little.” I murmured.

“If we were at my house, I’d have a leather leash for you to put on me.” He said, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Mmh… maybe we’ll have to go to yours next time, then.” I murmured, thoughtlessly. I realized the gravity of my words almost immediately once they left my mouth, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be… presumptuous.” He smirked down at me.

“You want there to be a next time?” He mused, stripping off his shirt, laying it over the chair in the corner.

“Yeah…” I murmured, “If that’s okay with you.” He smiled to himself, slowly starting to slip off his trousers.

“I’d love to see you again.” He eyed me, “Especially like this.” I blushed, my eyes dancing mindlessly down his body. He was gorgeous. “Is this better?” He asked.

“Oh definitely.” I murmured. I reached out, grabbing him by his tie again. He leaned down, his body pressing against mine. I immediately wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me gently, so softly and so sweetly that it somehow set my body aflame. Every hair stood on end. I ran my nails down his back. He broke away from me, letting out a satisfied sounding groan.

“You a scratcher?” He asked, his lips ghosting over mine as he spoke.

“A biter too.” I answered, nipping softly at his lips. He grinned.

“Oh yeah… I’m definitely coming back.” He murmured. I chuckled. He kissed me again and I felt him smile against my lips before pulling away. “Okay, now be a good girl and let me eat that pretty pussy.

“Eeek!” I squeaked, he laughed. 

“God…” He murmured, “You’re so fucking cute…” He leaned down, starting to kiss slowly down my chest. Goosebumps raised along my skin. I reached down, lacing my fingers through his hair, scratching his head softly as he made his way down my chest and down my tummy until he settled back between my legs. He looped his arms around my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I giggled, moving to lay my legs over his shoulders. “Oh, good girl…” He murmured. I reached out, grabbing one of my pillows and stuffing it under my head. He smiled up at me.

“What? I gotta have a good view.” He chuckled.

“Are you the kind of girl that likes to get her ass licked?” He asked.

“Is Dr. Spencer Reid, the germaphobe asking to lick my asshole?” I mused, quirking up an eyebrow.

“I know you shower.” He answered, suppressing a little grin, “Answer the question.”

“I’ve actually never had anyone do that before.” I murmured, reaching down, pushing his hair back softly.

“May I?” He asked. I grinned bashfully.

“Yeah.” I murmured.

“Yeah?”

“Mmh… Yes daddy.” I corrected myself, assuming that was what he was after. He smiled, sitting back a bit on his heels.

“Good girl.” He hummed. He started leaning in, kissing down my slit. He gently pressed his tongue in, lapping it against my clit. I shuddered, gripping hard at his hair.

“Oh god…” I whispered. He began sucked softly on my clit, “Oh… god!” I gasped, my back arching. He broke away, looking up at me.

“Ah, the squirming type.” He mused.

“You’re awful.”

“Oh, you know you’re loving this.” He hummed, leaning back in. He licked up my slit before settling back on my clit, sucking softly, working his tongue against it.

“Mmh…” I hummed. He kept his suction and his tongue steady. My body totally relaxed, my muscles felt heavy and my hips moved on their own, bucking against his face. He let out a dark-sounding chuckle. The vibration of his voice sent a shiver up my spine. “Oh… Spencer…” I gasped.

“You like that?” He asked, keeping his register low so his words vibrated against my clit.

“God, yes! I gasped, gripping his hair hard and pulling him tight against me. He chuckled against me again and my head pressed back against the pillow as I tugged hard at his hair. I felt his hand slip between my legs. He pushed a finger into me. I clenched around him. He pulled back, letting out a pleasured sigh.

“God, you’re like perfectly fucking tight.” He groaned. I drank in his words, raising my arms and stretching.

“Mmh… are you excited…?” I asked. He smirked.

“For what?” He asked, “I want to hear you say it.” I bit my lip.

“Are you, Dr. Spencer Reid, excited to feel my tight pussy wrapping around your massive fucking perfect cock?” He smirked playfully.

“Yeah, I’m pretty damn excited.” He murmured. He leaned back in. “Could you do me a favor?” He asked, pulling away slightly.

“Anything.” I hummed, looking down at him dreamily. 

“Could you roll over onto your stomach so I can get better access to- ah-”

“My asshole?” I asked, giggling. I rolled over.

“And could you hand me one of those pretty little throw pillows, please?” I reached over and grabbed another one, handing it to him. “Good girl.” He murmured. He tucked the pillow  underneath my hips. I wrapped my arms around the pillow I’d laid on before. I hugged the pillow tight. I was nervous. Spencer reached up, gently laying his hand on the base of my back. His caress was so impossibly soft.

“Mmh…” I hummed. He rubbed my back gently, soothing me like he somehow knew I was nervous. I felt my body relax. He leaned in, laying soft kisses in a line down my ass cheek before pulling back for a moment. “Oh my god!” He broke away, laughing.

“Sorry, I had to.” He said, “Your ass is just so fucking perfect… god, it’s fucking perfect.”

“Am I all you ever dreamed of?” I mused, moving to push my ass up in the air for him.

“Yes you are.” He hummed. “You’ve been so. Fucking. Good. For. Me.” He punctuated each word with a gentle kiss on my skin. I giggled. I felt him gently push his finger back into me. I clenched around him again, moving my hips a bit this time.

“Mmh…” I murmured, pressing my face hard into the pillow. I felt him slip in another finger. “God…” I hummed into the pillow.

“Good?”

“So good.” I murmured, moving my hips against his fingers slowly. I felt him perch his thumb on my clit, circling it slowly, just letting me clench around him.

“Oh, that’s a good girl.” He mused. 

“Mmh…” I groaned. I felt him position his mouth against me, giving me a moment to adjust. I clenched my eyes shut, hoping to god this wouldn’t be weird. He placed his tongue against my ass flatly before giving a slow, full lick. I gasped. His tongue was warm and wet. He pulled back, parting my ass cheeks with his free hand, blowing softly against my skin. It felt freezing. I shivered, clenching. He chuckled.

“You have a cute little asshole…” He murmured. I’d never had anyone look at my asshole as far as I knew and I’d definitely never had anyone compliment it. “You’re tense.” He murmured, “First thoughts?”

“Mmh… good…” I hummed, moving my ass up slowly, moving my hips against his fingers.

“You want me to keep rubbing that pretty little clit?” He mused against my ass cheek.

“God yes.” I answered, my face pressed against the pillow.

“I’m going to need to hear you beg for it, pretty girl.”

“Please…” I murmured, “Please, daddy, I need your hands on me. I promise I’ll be a good girl, I swear I’ll be the best fusking girl for you.”

“I love hearing you beg for me…” He whispered, nipping softly at my skin. He began circling his thumb slowly around my clit again.

“Oh god…” I hummed. I bucked my hips hard against his fingers.

“Aww, such a good girl…” He murmured. He leaned back in, circling his tongue around  my asshole, pulling my cheeks wide apart. I felt his tongue gently plunge in, breeching past the tight ring of muscle for a moment.

“Spence!” I gasped, clenching hard. He laughed.

“I had to! You don’t know how cute your little asshole is!” He explained.

“You’re terrible!” I giggled.

“But did you like it?”

“Of course I liked it.” He chuckled darkly, leaning back in, this time laying a gentle kiss against my skin. 

“Mmh…” I murmured, clenching around him again.

“You don’t know how bad I want to feel your asshole clench around me…” My body went rigid. I wanted that. I wanted that a lot.

“Do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“God yes…” I answered.

“Alright, pretty girl.” He leaned in and licked around my asshole again before pulling away. “I need you to relax for me.” I took a deep breath, “Good girl…” He murmured. I felt him slowly push in a finger. It stretched past the tight ring of muscle. I clenched around his fingers as they now stretched both my holes. I bucked my hips against his, now stationary thumb.

“Goddamn…” I gasped, blowing out a breath. I squirmed slightly.

“Feel good?” He murmured, slowly starting to move the fingers he had stationed in my vagina in a raking motion so they rubbed against my g-spot. I clenched hard.

“God yes!” I gasped.

“Yeah, I can tell, pretty girl…” Look at those pretty little holes, stretching to take me so fucking well…”

“Mmh…” I groaned.

“I love stretching out your cute little holes, pretty girl.” He teased, nipping at my ass cheek. I knew his eyes were stationed, unmoving from between my legs and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love being just holes for him to use. “You gonna let daddy use these pretty little holes? Gonna let me turn you into a cock hungry slut?”

“Mmh…” I sighed, “Mmhhhhph…” Beginning to lose myself in the pleasure. I started moving my hips rhythmically against his thumb.

“Awww… does my good girl like the idea of being my toy?” He asked, softly. I clenched hard around him. I felt him slowly push his remaining finger into my wet cunt. “Existing only for my pleasure?” I clenched hard.

“Fuck!” I gasped

“God, I can’t take it anymore, I have to feel your pussy wrapping around my fucking cock.” He slowly stood, pulling his fingers out of me. “I’ve fucking dreamed about how your perfect pussy would feel wrapped around me. Tight, velvety, fucking BEGGING me to cum in it…” He groaned. I felt him press the tip of his cock against my slit, guiding it down to rake against my clit. He leaned over me. I felt his tie flutter down to land against my back. He held himself up with one hand, using the other to grace over my side, “Do you want me to use a condom, pretty girl? I brought one.” He asked quietly.

“No.” I hummed, “Lemme feel it… please god, please give it to me!”

“Mmh… I don’t have to turn you into a cock hungry little slut… You already are one, aren't you?” He asked.

“Yes! I’m your cock hungry slut… Please…” I begged, “Please…! I need it!” He chuckled.

“Such a good girl, begging for daddy’s cock.” He rasped. I reached back, hopelessly trying to reach his tie. “I know what you want, pretty girl.” He murmured, handing me the end of his tie. “You like feeling like you can control me, huh?” He mused, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss into my shoulder.

“Yes…” I groaned. He pushed his hips against my ass. I could feel his cock. 

Throbbing… for me… 

I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life. I needed his massive fucking cock. I needed to feel it stretching me out and making me his. God, I just wanted to be his. He was fucking perfect. He was my perfect fucking match.

“Are you on birth control, pretty girl?” He asked.

“Mhm…”

“Use your words…”

“Yes, god yes! Please… Just please…” I hummed.

“Good girl.” I sucked in a deep breath.

“Do you want me to cum in that pretty pussy?” He mused, pressing soft, gentle kisses against my shoulder. He laid his hand on the base of my spine, caressing the curve of my ass softly. I pulled hard at his tie. It was hooked over my shoulder so I had leverage, easily pulling him close. “I’m going to need an answer.” I pulled hard at his tie. His body draped down over my back and his arms immediately moved to wrap around me. His cock pressed hard against me. I turned my head to his that was laid over my shoulder so he could look into my eyes.

“I don’t want you co cum in me. I fucking need you to cum in me.” I murmured. A sick, salacious grin set itself on his lips.

“That’s what I like to hear…” He hummed against my ear. His voice was deep and husky, clouded by the obvious desire he was feeling.

“Yeah, you wanna cum in me?” I asked softly.

“Fuck, more than anything.” He murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to my neck. “I’m going to need you to let go of my tie, sweetheart.” He hummed against my skin.

“Sorry.” I murmured, letting it go. He chuckled, pulling away and slowly kissing down my spine.

“You don’t ever have to apologize to me…” He said, standing up. He rubbed the tip of his cock down my slit again, “If you ever piss me off, I’ll just fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.” He punctuated his sentence by pushing in slow until he bottomed out. My walls stretched, encompassing him completely.

“Oh… god…” I gasped, pressing my head hard against the pillow. Pleasure bloomed up through my body. Spencer laid his hands on my hips.

“Aah…” He groaned. “Your pussy is fucking perfect.”

“Spence…” I whispered directly into my pillow.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asked, slowly drawing back out.

“Mmh!” I clenched hard. “Fuck!” He pulled back until his tip sat at my entrance.

“Use your words, pretty girl…”

“Give it back! Fuck! Please- give it back!” I begged, “I need it… I fucking need it.” He chuckled,

“You’re such a slut for me…” He murmured, leaning in and kissing down the back of my neck. He slowly pushed back in.

“Ah!” I cried out. He drew back out again, starting to pick up the pace. I bit down hard on my bottom lip.

“God, (Y/n)! Fuck!” He spat. He wrapped his arms around my middle, placing one hand in the center of my chest to balance me as he began to lift me up. I wrapped my legs around him the best as I could as he began bouncing me hard on his cock. My center ached for him.

“Spencer! Fuck, Spence! Fuck yes!” I gasped, “Oh my god! Oh! My! Fucking! God!” 

“Yeah, you like that, you fucking slut? You perfect fucking, gorgeous slut?” He mused, holding me tight against his chest.

“Yes! God yes!” I groaned. I laid a hand on the hand that he’d placed at the center of my sternum. My fingers curled around the edges of his hand. I reached back with my other hand, tangling my fingers in his messy locks.

“That’s my good girl, that’s my good fucking girl.” He grunted, bouncing me hard. His cock plunged in and pulled out of me over and over and over and over, stretching me, making me want to scream. I bit down hard on my bottom lip. “Oh no pretty girl, let it out.” He murmured against my ear, “I need to hear you. Let me hear those pretty sounds…”

“Mmh…” I sighed, laying my head back against Spencer’s shoulder.

“That’s it, be a good girl for me…” Spencer hummed. He started fucking me harder, faster, somehow.

“Hnngh!” I groaned. My brain felt like it was melting. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Breathe pretty girl, just breathe through it.” He grunted in my ear, “You’ve got it, you’re taking it so well- so well.” I squeezed his hand, gritting my teeth and trying to breathe through it. It felt impossibly good. He felt impossibly good. The tidal wave of pleasure built… and built… and built…

“Mmh gonna cum…” I gasped, digging my nails into his hand.

“Good girl.” He whispered against my ear, “That’s my good girl. Cum… cum on my fucking cock…” I clenched hard around him, my walls gripping him as I came hard. Spencer’s arm locked around my abdomen tighter, holding me against his chest as I rode it out. He pressed his lips to my neck as his movements slowly ceased. He gently leaned forward, placing me down on the bed. I breathed, deep and slow. He laid his hand on my back, rubbing it gently as I came down. When my breathing steadied, I slowly rolled over onto my back, looking up at him.

“You didn’t cum…” I hummed, reaching out and taking his hand, intertwining our fingers. My eyes danced down his body to his painfully engorged looking cock, staring at me pointedly. My bottom lip caught between my teeth.

“That’s because we’re not done.” He mused. I smiled.

“Is that so?” I tugged at his hand. He climbed into my bed, leaning back against my mountain of pillows.

“God… Your bed is comfortable…” He hummed. I got on my knees, slinking up, straddling his lap.

“Yeah?” I asked, “Maybe you should sleep over…” 

“I’d better, I have to give you a ride to go pick up your car in the morning…” He murmured with a grin.

“And I have to give you a ride right now.” I whispered, dragging my eyes up to meet his.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” I answered, grabbing his tie.

“You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

“You aren’t?” I mused.

“Oh, I definitely am.” He answered. I pulled his tie hard. His mouth fell open. His gorgeous, pouty lips parted, his eyes searching for mine. I knew they were, but I couldn’t pull my gaze from his perfect lips. “Kiss me…” I took the invitation and ran with it. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his softly at first. The kiss steadily morphed into one filled with hunger. And I was, hungry, I mean. I needed him. My mind raced with all the possibilities. What we would do next time. What the future held. He’d said himself that he’d dreamed of this and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. What did that mean? Could this be more than meaningless sex between coworkers? Would that ever work? That was explicitly against the rules. But then again, so was this. I broke away from his lips. His eyes were half-lidded. I looked down. Spencer’s cock stood at attention. A bead of precum was collecting on his tip. I wanted it. I wanted him to cum in me. I needed him to cum in me. I wrapped my fist around his cock, leaning back, guiding his cock to my entrance. His eyes were glued to me as I slipped his cock into me.

“Mmh…” I gasped. He clenched his jaw. I tugged at his tie. He instantly leaned in to kiss me again. His kiss was softer now that we were connected again. I sighed, settling down on his cock. It felt as though it plunged deeper, now that all my weight was on it. I sighed, leaning in and laying my head on his shoulder. I sucked in a deep breath.

“You feel so good.” He hummed, “I never dreamed you’d feel this good wrapped around my cock. Never…” I clenched around him. “Oh… Christ…” He grumbled. I started moving my hips slowly, starting to grind back and forth on him. I reached down with one hand, perching my fingers on my clit. I leaned back, giving him a clear view of what I was doing. “Oh my god… your pussy- your fucking pussy- Fuck!” He babbled. He started flicking his hips up to meet my thrusts. I bit down on my bottom lip, breathing hard as my fingers circled my clit over and over and over and over. My walls squeezed around him on their own, begging for his cum. I wrapped his tie around my fist, yanking hard as I got closer and closer to cumming again.

“You wanna cum in me?” I asked. His eyes met mine. His gaze was sharp.

“You know I do…” He answered, his eyes darting back down to where we were connected. I looked down too. My slick had spilled down his massive cock, dampening the little mousy brown hairs there in a ring around his base. I bit my lip. It was intimate. It was lewd. It was dirty in the best way. And it only added to my pleasure. His hips bucked up to meet mine, his rhythm getting messy. I felt him twitch inside me. My eyes tried to flutter closed as I inched closer and closer to that cliff. I forced them open and up to his face, examining the gorgeous look he wore. He looked sharp and tired, I loosened my grip on his tie, my hand travelling up to land on his cheek. I guided him to look at me.

“Cum…” I whispered, panting hard. A salacious grin set itself on his lips and his hands stationed themselves on my hips, guiding me up and down. My own hand circled my clit faster and faster, messier and messier until I finally came again, clenching hard around him.

“Fuck!” He gasped. His hips faltered and he shut his eyes tight. I felt him twitch hard as he came in me. Slowly, both our movements ceased. He drew up his knees so I had a place to rest. I relaxed against his legs, slowly pressing up so his cock slipped out of me. I grimaced. My legs ached and I felt painfully empty. His cock landed against his stomach. I let go of his tie and he reached up, taking it off and slipping it over his head, throwing it lazily at the chair. He missed. His eyes landed back on me. He slid his hands up my sides until they landed under my arms. He hoisted me off his lap, letting me land beside him. I laid against the pillows, staring up at him. I didn’t want to look away. As if he’d disappear if I did. “How was it for you?” He asked softly.

“Good-” I murmured, “Really good. You?”

“Fantastic.” I reached out, looping both my arms around his arm, hugging it against my body, “Can I get you a glass of water?” He asked.

“Don’t leave.” I whispered, “Please.” He intertwined our fingers.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He hummed. I finally let my eyes flutter closed. “Oh, and (Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“There is no Jamaican fusion place on third.” My eyes snapped up to him.

“You knew?” I asked.

“I hoped.” He answered.

“You hoped.” I murmured.

“I did.”

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Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed that story!!! I plan on posting on AO3 just as soon as I get it posted here! I also need to put it on my Masterlist which you can find here! 

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Little White Lie: Spencer Reid x Reader

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Hi! I decided to take a little time to write something for the Criminal Minds girlies!!! Hope y'all love it! And don't be afraid to tell me what you think in the notes below or to send in an ask or to send in a request!!! Love y'all!

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(Y/n) needs a day off. And what better way to blow off some steam than to attend a key party on the rich side of town. Emily seems to think it’s the best way, anyway. (Y/n)’s never done anything like this before, but little does she know, another one of her coworkers will be there too…

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- Key Party - Mentions of Anonymous Sex - Sex with a Coworker - Semi-Public Teasing - Dirty Talk - Oral Sex - Fingering - Anal Fingering - PIV Sex - Comfort - Soft Daddy Dom Spencer Reid - Praise - Gentle Degradation/Teasing - Taking Photos - Rimming

Now, without further ado, let's get on with the damn story!

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“Come on. You know you need a day off.”

“Yeah, a day off, but this? Come on.” I murmured, looked over at Emily. She was leaned back in her chair with her feet propped on her desk, twirling her pen instead of finishing her paperwork with it. 

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” She answered. My mind mulled over her words. It was crazy. But it could be fun… I’d probably never get an invitation like this again. “You know you wanna go…” Emily hummed in a quiet sing-song voice.

“Go where?” Spencer asked as he walked past our desks to hand deliver his paperwork to Hotch.

“We’re going to try a new restaurant tonight.” Emily lied. I eyed her. She was worryingly good at that.

“Oh! That new Jamaican fusion place on third? I've heard their jerk chicken tacos are actually really good.”

“Oh, we’ll have to give them a try!” I answered, sending a smile his way before directing my head down to look at my paperwork. Spencer bid us goodbye and continued up to Hotch’s office. 

“How much longer on your paperwork?” I asked, rolling my chair over closer to Emily. 

“Like five minutes.” 

“Mhm, sure.” I hummed. I leaned in a little closer to her. 

“What do you wear to something like this anyway?” I asked. She quirked up an eyebrow. 

“So you'll go?”

“I didn’t say that.” Emily sucked her teeth, “But if I were saying that and if I was planning on going, what’s the address, what time should I be there and again,” I reiterated, “what should I wear?” Emily chuckled. 

“I’ll text you the details and…” she looked me up and down, “try out that little black satin number you wore to Rossi’s birthday party.”

“And shoes? Is it more of a stilettos so I walk like a baby fawn and break my ankle at even the sight of uneven ground or is it like dresses and sneakers kind of thing?”

“So help me God, if you show up in sneakers, I’ll kill you.” I laughed. 

“Okay, how about some sensible yet sexy kitten heels.” She cocked an eyebrow up. “Okay fine, my red heart pumps and that’s the best you’re gonna get, my feet hurt.” 

“I can work with that.” I laughed, polishing off my paperwork and standing, rolling my chair back up to my desk. 

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.” I murmured, scooping up my bag and heading up to Hotch’s office. I handed him my paperwork, said my goodbyes before leaving the bullpen and hitting the elevator’s down button. I hear a door open and bang closed. I looked over to see Spencer leaving the bathroom, wiping his hands on his pants. He looked up and met my gaze. His cheeks tinged pink as he walked up to stand beside me. 

“Uh- the bathroom- we’re out of paper towels.” I nodded, smiling to myself as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. 

“You could’ve grabbed some paper towels from the women’s bathroom, you know.” I murmured, looking over at him as we stepped into the elevator together. “There’s like, what? Six women who work on this floor?” His blush darkened, “And speaking as one of the women who work on our floor, you’re allotted…” I hummed in thought, “... six paper towels.” He chuckled and I saw his blush start to lessen when he realized I was fucking with him. The elevator dinged and opened to reveal the lobby.

“Have a good night.” He murmured, tucking his hair back behind his ear, skipping out of the elevator. I giggled to myself, walking out of the elevator and out of the front doors, down to the parking lot, watching as Spencer hailed a cab. I stuffed my hand into my pocket, pulling out my keys, clicking the button. My car beeped and I headed towards it, unlocking the door and throwing in my bag, plopping down into my front seat. Now, I was going to worry about tonight for the entire drive home and then convince myself I wasn’t going to go, then not make a plan and go with no plan. That’s how it usually went, anyway.

No, this time would be different. I was going. And I wasn’t going to worry. I had nothing to worry about. This was just some good clean, kinky fun. I needed to get fucked. I’d been tense since my breakup a couple months ago. He felt like he wasn’t getting any attention because I worked so much. Then when I got home, I was tired. I was always tired. I heard somewhere that I wasn’t tired because I was actually tired, but because I wasn’t feeding my soul or some shit like that… And my soul was horny. This wasn’t a slutty endeavor, it was a revitalizing one. Yeah, that was just believable enough. I love it when I can convince myself to buy my own bullshit.

I arrived home and immediately b-lined it to my closet, rifling through it to find that dress. I soon found it, the black satin. It hung off me just right, hugging every curve. The top sat low off the shoulder, showing a tasteful hint of cleavage. But that meant I’d have to wear one of those fucking strappless bras. If I bent down too far in one of those, those fuckers would flip out and land on the floor. Did I have any other cocktail dresses? Particularly ones that I didn’t need a bra with. I looked up at the clock. I needed to get in the shower in the next five minutes if I wanted to have time to dry my hair and redo my makeup before the party. I groaned. I’d just mull over my dress options in the shower.

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I had just climbed out of the shower, wrapped myself up in a towel and I was about to dry my hair when my phone started ringing off the hook. I grabbed up my phone, seeing it was Emily. I swiped the answer button.

“I’m calling to reiterate that you are not to wear sneakers.” She hummed. I heard the distinctive clacking of an eyeshadow palette closing in the background.

I chuckled. “Yes, yes, I know. How are you already doing your makeup? I just now got out of the shower.”

“Oh, when I’m excited, I can move at the speed of light.”

“You’re ridiculous.” I laughed, “What time is the party?”

“It starts at seven, 401 East Bluebird Avenue.”

“Got it.” I answered, “I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, meet you there.” I hung up and sat on the stool at my vanity. I stared into the mirror. Taking a deep breath. I was really doing this. I pulled open the bottom drawer, pulling out my hair dryer and starting it up. I could wear that pink halter neck dress that I wore to my best friend’s wedding last year. It had been hanging in the back of my closet staring at me since then. Wait. What about that purple plunge neck, open back dress I’d bought on a whim a month back? It had come back from the dry cleaners and I hadn’t even tried it on. I got wrapped up with other things and completely forgot about its existence. I had to at least give it a try. But what shoes? Those purple to blue ombre sandal kitten heels could do the trick. Normally those would be the statement piece of my outfit. But now, my whole outfit was turning out to be a statement. But maybe the statement was that I was sexy. True, but it’s not enough of a reason. Maybe the statement is that purple is so gorgeous on everyone that it should be considered a neutral. That one I could get behind. Some kind of socio-political-puple-is-a-neutral bullshit. Oh that was perfect. Just psychotic enough. 

I’d decided on a simple light purple in the crease, buffed out with a little bit of tan. Since this was an evening look, I’d decided on winged liner, a cool-tone blush and some heavy handed highlight. I sort of looked like I’d dunked my head in a bin of glitter. And it was fabulous. The kitten heels were both sexy and easy to walk in. A lethal combination. The dress though. It fit me like I was fucking melted down and poured into it. Like it was fucking made for me. I never realized a dress could look this fucking fantastic. The plunge neck gave a tasteful peak at my cleavage. The large medallion at the base of said plunge drew your eyes down, almost magnetically. It sparkled. And the low back- my god- the dress had long, bell sleeves and there was a little sparkly clip that sat at the base of the back of my neck and the open bag sagged low, down to the base of my spine, sitting just above my ass. The dimples on my lower back were visible, dimples of Venus, I think they’re called. The dress hugged my hips, beholden to the curvature of my ass. To make a long story short, I looked fantastic. 

I pushed my clothes to one side, exposing the wall where I hung my purses inside my closet. I decided on a little wristlet bag, bedazzled with the same color rhinestones as the medallion and the clip. I slipped my wallet and my phone into the bag, heading off to the door. Was there anything I was forgetting? I don’t think so… I reached out on the bar, my fingers wrapping around my car keys as I scanned around my apartment. I wasn’t forgetting anything. I quickly opened the door and turned the lock as I closed it behind me. I hit the elevator button, nearly bouncing in anticipation for the entire wait and the whole ride down. I headed out the front doors and hopped out to my car, flipping my keys around in my hands, bypassing all the charms until I landed on my car key. I headed out to my car, tossing in my bag and climbing in, starting my car. I reached into my purse, fishing out my phone and looking at the text Emily sent me. The address was on the richest side of town, just as I’d expected. How she got such an invite, I was sure I’d never know.

She must’ve done this before, enough to have the authority to bring a plus one. This was insane. The streetlights were already on as I weaved through traffic. Emily had told me she was already on her way and I wanted to get there around the time she did. I really didn’t want to get boxed in by all the other cars though. Well- I’d probably be going home with someone else anyway… This was exciting! This was nerve wracking. This was insane.

I pulled up at the house. I spotted Emily’s car parked on the street. I pulled up behind her, keeping a big enough distance between us so it would be easy for her to leave, though she’d definitely be going home with somebody else. I still kept too little space for another car to park between us. I climbed out, leaning back in, stretching across the front seats to grab my purse. I felt someone land a swift smack on my ass. I stood straight up, banging my head on the roof.

“Ow!” I grabbed my head and backed out to see it was Emily.

“I recognized your car.” She said with a grin.

“Did I fuck up my hair?” I asked, closing my door and looking into the driver’s side mirror.

“It doesn’t look any more fucked up than usual. I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” She murmured, “Come on, I think there’s food inside.”

“Oh god, I hope so. I’m so fucking hungry.”

“Yeah, just don’t go all unga bunga on the food.”

“I won’t! I’ll be ladylike!”

“Promise me you won’t go unga bunga.”

“I swear that I, (Y/n) (L/n) will not go caveman mode on the finger foods that are supplied at no expense to me at this party.”

“Ahem.” I looked over at her. “Sex party.”

“Ah, yes, sorry. Sex party.” She laughed as we marched up the sidewalk and up the steps, leaning into each other as we made our way up to the front door. I raised my hand, knocking hard. Harder than I meant to.

“You’re already going unga bunga and you haven’t even seen the food yet.” She murmured. I laughed. The door swung open and the host welcomed us in. Emily and I signed our names on a little clip board by the door before parting ways. She headed off to find the bathroom and I headed towards where I figured the kitchen would be. The first thing I found was a platter of pigs in a blanket. And if I’m anything, I’m a slut for pigs in a blanket. I looked around, making sure no one was watching before grabbing five and stuffing them into my mouth. I really should have eaten something before I left. But if no one saw me go unga bunga, did it really even count?

After swallowing down the mouth-full of food, I decided to pour Emily and I a drink. I took the bottle of Sauvignon  Blanc, pouring us both a glass. I eyed mine. I could use some liquid courage. I downed my glass, pouring myself another one. I took them to the living room to wait for her. I sipped my glass and looked around the house. It was stunning. It was a Tuscan inspired villa. What I wouldn’t give to live in a place like this. I wondered how many rooms it had. Emily soon came back. I stood and held out her glass to her. She took it, thanking me. 

“Hey, how many bedrooms are in this place?” I asked. 

“Last I counted, at least five. I got a little… hung up… last time I was here.” She smirked at me, “Care to take a tour?”

“I’d love one.” I answered. 

“Right this way, little lady.” She said, linking her arm with mine, guiding me down the hallway. “Okay, if the doors are open, that means the people inside are good with us watching or joining. If they’re closed, they aren’t.” I nodded. There would be people having sex already? The party had just barely begun… I could feel my cheeks burning. She looked over at me, “Don’t be embarrassed.” She murmured, leaning in closer, “You don’t have to take a tour if you don’t want to.” But that was the thing… I very much did. I chewed the inside of my cheek. 

“No, I… I want this.” I answered. She suppressed a smile as I took a drink from my glass.

“Good girl.” I snorted. My body lit aflame. I should kick her. 

“I told you that in confidence!” I gasped.

“Sorry, I just had to.” She answered with a chuckle. She took me to the first bedroom. Inside was what looked like two people getting ready for a scene. A man was strapped down to the bed on his stomach, shirtless but fully clothed below the belt. A woman stood at the edge of the bed, lining up all her toys. “That’s Eden.” Emily murmured, “She’s the best domme in town.”

“Excuse you, I’m the best in the state.” Eden said from inside, shooting a look at Emily before her eyes drifted to me. “Who’s your friend?” She asked, coming over to us. Her long black hair was in a slicked back pony tail and she was dressed in a short black dress. “She’s very well dressed.” Eden murmured, looking me up and down. 

“Thank you, I’m (Y/n). I’m kind of… new to this.” I answered, thrusting my hand out to her. She shook it firmly, nodding to herself. 

“Well, it’s never too late to join in…” She murmured, a sly grin making its way onto her face. 

“So I’m learning.” I said. Eden looked back at Emily. 

“I like her.” With that, she turned and headed back into the room. Emily pulled me along to the next room. No one was inside that one. 

“How will we know when it’s time to pull keys?”

“They usually ring a bell.” Emily answered. 

“And then what happens?”

“And then we all congregate in the living room and the women are called up to the front. They have us close our eyes and take a key from the bowl. And you can either hold up the keys and the owner of said keys can take you off to one of the bedrooms here, or you can go out to their car and go somewhere private.” I nodded. 

“I think I’d rather have sex in my apartment than in someone else’s bed.” I murmured. 

“Thats what I usually do.” Emily murmured, “Come on, I want to show you my favorite room before someone snaps it up. Emily led me deeper into the house, up some marble, back stairs. Our heels clicked up them as we walked. “First door on the left.” She murmured. I went where she said, stepping into a magnificent room. The bed had a dramatic canopy over top. 

“Woah!” I murmured. 

“I know, right? If I had to have sex in anyone’s bed besides my own, I’d pick this one.” The room was a moody brown, the canopy was a deep caramel, the sheer curtains falling down, but doing little to shield the bed. 

“It’s beautiful.” I murmured. The bed itself was a four poster bed, the wood was dark and it was outfitted with a cream coloured bed suit, covered in an intricately embroidered paisley pattern that would put Vera Bradley to shame. On the wall in front of the bed stood a gorgeous, antique armoire with mirrored doors. And brass knobs. 

“Have you ever fucker in front of a mirror?” Emily asked. 

“Can’t say I have.”

“It’s fantastic. Watching their face as they come undone, fucking you from behind.” I looked over at her. She looked like she was reliving something, “I’ll tell you this much, it’ll boost the hell out of your ego.” I chuckled. 

“I think you told me everything by that look on your face.” 

“Just try it.”

“If it’s that good, I think I have to.” All of a sudden, our ears were met but the sound of a bell chiming. 

“Come on.” Emily murmured, pulling me after her. We headed down the stairs, our heels clicking down the stairs as she guided me back towards the living room. A large group of people was congregated there. Emily elbowed her way through the men at the back and I kept my head down, trying to weave through them until we made it to the front of the line. 

The host commenced drawing women’s names from a bowl and I chanced a look around the room. Nearly every man was stunning. The women would either pair up and go somewhere deeper in the house or they’d head out the front door to wait at the man’s car. The host called Emily’s name. She looked back at me before walking forward and plunging her hand into the bowl, rooting around and pulling out a keychain. She looked down at the keys, smiling to herself. Oh, she knew who those keys belonged to. And she was happy about it too. I was going to get the details on that later. I was sure of it. Another woman was called up. I could feel my skin buzzing, my heart thumping. I reached up, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“(Y/n).” The host called out. I chewed my lower lip. This was it. I stepped up to the bowl, taking a deep breath and plunging my hand into the bowl. I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to scrounge around too long. My fingers grasped around something rectangular. I picked it up, looking down at it. It turned out I’d grabbed a tardis key chain. I grinned, heading out the front door. If all else failed, at least we had something to talk about. I singled out the car key and clicked the lock button. I didn’t want to just get in. The car did a little honk. I walked over to it. I didn’t want to stare at the house. I almost didn’t want to see who came out of it. I mean, did it really matter? I surveyed the rest of the cars. I saw a woman with dark hair pressed against the hood of a silver car with a dark haired man bent over her, bracing himself against the shiny metal, lit only by moonlight. I squinted. Oh my god. That was Emily. I averted my gaze, chucking to myself quietly, nearly doubling over.

“Hi.” I felt a hand lay on my shoulder. I froze, starting to turn slowly, “I’m-”

“Spencer?!” I hissed. My mouth fell open and his eyes went wide

“Oh my god, I heard them say (Y/n), but I never in a million years would have thought it was… I thought you and Emily were going to that Jamaican Fusion place on third… I’m so sorry.” I just kind of stood there, staring at him with my mouth agape. “(Y/n)?” My head tilted slightly. None of this made any sense. There was no fucking way Spencer Reid, innocent little Spencer Reid, was at a key party tonight. “(Y/n)?”

“Sorry… I just… I never expected to…”

“Yeah, most people don’t.” He murmured, looking around the neighborhood we were in. His eyes focused on the couple I’d spotted moments ago and I hoped he wouldn’t make the connection that Emily was here too. He stiffened, looking back down at me.

“I’m so sorry about this, I’m sorry for ruining your night. Can I at least drive you home? You seem a little buzzed and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive.”

“Yeah- uh- yes, thank you.” I murmured. He reached out for his keys, his hand brushed mine. I froze. White hot lightning shot up my spine and goosebumps raised on my arms. I swallowed hard, tearing my eyes from him, looking down at the well-manicured lawn as he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for me. When he closed it, I took a moment to breathe. This was insane. What just happened? Did I… want to follow through on this. Did I want to fuck him? I mean, he’s tall, he’s cute, he’s smart, and he’s here. He’s the whole fucking package. But would he ever want to… No, he was far too professional for that. Too smart to get involved with a coworker. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started his car.

“You still live in the same place?” He asked, looking anywhere but at me.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry.” I murmured, I reached behind me, pulling my seatbelt around me and buckling it. He pulled away from the hoard of cars, averting his eyes as he passed Emily and her date who were still entangled, making out on the hood of his car. Luckily, Spencer had parted on the outskirts. I kept my eyes out the window. What a bust. Tonight had been a total fucking waste of time. I’d gone through all that. All that? And I wouldn’t even be getting laid. An accidental unsanctimonious sigh fell from my lips. I stiffened in my seat. I hadn’t meant for that to come out, more of an inside sigh.

Spencer didn’t say a word the entire car ride back to my apartment. I looked up into the rearview mirror once, catching his eyes on me. He’d immediately stiffened, averting his gaze back out the windshield. When he pulled up to my building, he parked and started to get out.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” I murmured.

“No, please, let me walk you to your door, it’s the least I can do.” He answered. I began getting unbuckled, untangling my purse straps from where I hadn’t realized I’d tangled them in it. My door opened. “Here, let me help.” 

Spencer sank to his knees, reaching in and beginning to sort out the mess. As he was distracted, I finally allowed myself to look at him, really look at him. He was dressed in a warm grey button down shirt with a sleek little black and plum tie. His sleeves were pushed up, showing off his forearms. His messy brown hair was fallen, at all angles, framing his face in the best way.

“There.” He murmured, standing up and extending his hand to me. I took it and he helped me out of the car. His hand lingered in mine for just a moment before he closed the door. It was almost imperceptible. And it would have been to anyone else. But I knew him. And I knew his subconscious was testing the waters while his conscious mind stayed miles away, trying to busy itself with anything else. He guided me into my building, keeping close behind me. He pressed the up button on the elevator. We waited in silence. 

Once the elevator arrived, I climbed in first, him entering after me. I pressed the button for my floor and again, we stood in silence. He walked me to my door and I cursed myself for not getting my keys out ahead of time. Or was that a sign from my subconscious? I rifled around in my purse for my keys, pulling them out and pushing them into the door slowly. I looked back at Spencer. He still wasn’t looking at me.

“Thank you.” I murmured, softly.

“Don’t worry about it.” He murmured back, “I’m sorry again, and… you look… beautiful…” I felt my chest tighten as he turned to leave. I clenched my jaw. Was I really doing this? I reached out and caught his hand. He froze. I tugged and he slowly turned on his heels towards me. I pulled him closer, reaching up and laying my other hand on his cheek, guiding his face to look at me. Directly at me, like he’d been avoiding. As soon as his eyes met mine, I saw passion blooming in them. My breath caught in my throat as I pulled him to me. He anchored his hand on the wall above my head, his figure felt imposing, like I was finally realizing his true height.

He leaned down, his soft, pouty lips crashing down onto mine. God, this was… unexpected? Insane? Totally fucking, earth-shatteringly good? His lips worked against mine instantly, leaving me breathless and hungry. I broke away.

“I’m interested in following through on this… if you are…” He sucked in a deep breath, looking at the wall for a moment before looking back down at me.

“Fuck it.” I grinned and fumbled with the lock as Spencer finally laid his hands on me, running them along my sides, exploring my clothed body with his soft touch. I silently begged the door to open so he wouldn’t take me in the hallway. He seemed insatiable, like once I’d finally given him permission, he’d exposed a side of himself I’d never even conceived of. Finally the key twisted and the door gave way. He closed the door behind us as I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes. I looked up at him, panting. He had a hungry look in his eyes.

“God… you…” I reached up, tucking his hair behind his ear gently, his brows furrowed, “You taste so fucking good.” I pulled him back to me, kissing him hard. He broke apart from my lips, his eyes burning into me as I slinked backward, slipping my hand down his neck, my fingers dancing down his chest before I gripped the end of his tie, starting to tug him with me as I led him to my bedroom. His eyes stayed on mine the entire time, never once leaving them. I backed up, through the door of my room, all the way until the backs of my legs brushed against the edge of my bed. I reached back, starting to pull at the button of my dress.

“Please, let me.” He murmured. He enveloped me in his arms and I found myself leaning into his chest, begging for closeness. How could we possibly go back to normal coworkers after this? I closed my eyes, sighing softly as his hands graced up my back, finding the button at the nape of my neck. I licked my lips, sucking in a deep breath, a shiver running down my spine as his fingers danced nimbly against my neck as he unbuttoned it. He held me close against his chest as he let his hands explore down my back, exploring the low bottom of this dress. “If you knew…” His voice faltered, “If you fucking knew how you looked in that dress- god- you would never take it off…”

“Says the man taking it off me…” I hummed back playfully. He chuckled.

“You know… I’ve always wondered what you look like…” He murmured, letting his hand caress down the curve of my ass as the top of my dress fell down between us, exposing my chest. My bare breasts pressed into his chest. “Your ass always looks so perfect in your slacks…” He whispered, “Do you ever… feel my eyes on you?” He asked softly. I smiled to myself.

“Oh, when I bend down in front of you and you look down my top…?” He smiled, “Have you ever felt mine on you?” 

“You mean when you stare at my cock when we’re sitting on the plane…? He asked. “Or when your eyes bore into my ass when I walk past your desk?”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew.” He answered, “Why do you think I started letting you catch me looking down your top?” He tucked his thumbs into the edges of my dress, beginning to push it down. I snaked my arms up around his neck, keeping us close as my dress fell. His arms instantly wrapped around me. He hugged me softly. He ran his hand up my back, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Hey… Are you okay?” He asked, breaking from our playfulness. I swallowed hard.

“Yeah, sorry, I just haven't had anything like this in a long time.” I answered softly. He scratched my back gently.

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” He whispered into my hair, “You don’t have to apologize for anything.” We fell into a silence for a moment as I took a couple deep, recentering breaths. “I’d better make this really good then, huh?” I laughed, harder than I meant to. And it wasn’t a cute laugh either, I cackled. My laugh made him laugh. 

“Yeah, you better.” I answered, taking a deep breath. I pulled back from him slightly and his eyes stayed on mine. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine again, softer this time, gentler. My lips parted slightly and I pressed my tongue against the seam of his mouth. He allowed me to enter, meeting my tongue with his in a disgusting display of sheer infatuation, dripping with sensuality. His hands snaked up my back, one hand nestling at the base of my neck, guiding me to part from him. We panted, our eyes locked onto each other’s. His eyes raked down my body fully for the first time.

“Take them off.” He whispered. His voice was strained, like he was barely holding himself back. I pushed my panties down my hips, letting them fall to the floor. I straightened, standing before him, completely naked. I looked down his body, still fully clothed. I felt exposed, seen in the best way. I wanted him to see me. I wanted his eyes on me. I needed them. I didn’t exist without his gaze, not in the same way, at least. I’d never felt like this before and I was positive I never would again. It felt like a high. I felt euphoric and calm all at the same time. His eyes raked up and down my body

“Is it what you expected?” I asked, smirking.

“Can you give me a little spin?” He mused, gesturing with his finger. I bit my lip, spinning in a slow circle once I was facing away from him, he laid his hand on my shoulder. I paused. His finger danced down my spine. I shivered. “God… you’re so fucking… perfect.” He whispered. I closed my eyes, breathing in his praise, drinking it in like water- like I needed it to exist. 

He removed his hand and I turned back to him slowly. I looked into his eyes with my own half-lidded ones. He looked hungry, like a man starved. I wondered briefly how long it had been for him. It seemed like it had been a while. I needed him to enjoy this, to enjoy me. I needed to be good for him. I kept my eyes on his as I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. I chewed my lower lip, slinking up slowly, leaning the side of my face against the front of his belt. His eyes stayed on mine as a sly little smirk played onto his lips. 

“Awww… look at you being such a good girl for me…” My chest lit desire and I felt my eyes unfocus. I needed him. My mouth pooled with drool. He reached down, taking my jaw in his hand. “Oh… I think that did something to you…” He mused, leaning down closer to my face so I could see him clearly. I could feel that I had a dopey grin on my face, but I could peel it off for the life of me. “Do you like it when I call you my good girl?” My mouth fell open, answered in a pitiful little moan. “Aww, I think that was a yes…” He smirked, letting me go, straightening. “Go ahead, be a good girl for me.” I reached up, tugging at his leather belt, opening it, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. I pulled at them. I couldn’t pull them down enough. “Aww, does my good girl need some help?” I sat back and looked up at him, begging, silently, with my eyes. He tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It hung pointedly at my lips. My mouth fell open instantly, my tongue jutting out, waiting for him. I needed to taste him. To feel him on my tongue. I tilted my head up slightly, waiting for him. “God, you look so perfect sitting there like that, I almost want to take a picture…”

“Take one.” I whispered. 

“You know I have an eidetic memory, right?” He asked. 

“Yes.” 

“You want me to have a photo of you like this, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded slow. “You want me to have physical evidence of how much of a good little slut you are, huh?” I nodded. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” I pleaded. I needed him. I needed his cock in my mouth. Either that or I was going to die, I was sure of it. “Please…” I whispered. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and I assumed the position. My tongue out, awaiting for him, my eyes pleading for his cock. He took a photo of me before laying his phone on my nightstand. “Please… I need it.” I whispered. 

“Awww, you’re so needy for me. Is this what you want?” He pressed his cock down on my tongue. I felt a breath heave from my body as he slipped his cock in further. Further. Further. Until he bottomed out at the back of my throat. “Fuck… what a good fucking girl…” He whispered. I felt tears spilling down my cheeks from the strain, drool falling from my mouth as I closed my lips around him. He groaned. I swallowed him down until my nose pressed against his stomach. 

“Mmh…” I hummed around him. 

“Awww… did Daddy’s cock break your brain, pretty girl?”I could feel myself melting under the warmth of his words. God, I needed this. I’d been without it for so long that I had forgotten how fucking good it felt to submit. Our job was stressful. Tough decisions had to be made constantly. And it just felt so fucking good to turn my brain off. Even for just a minute. He laid his hand on my head, tangling it tight in my hair. He pulled out slow. My hands clambered, clutching his pants legs. “squeeze my leg if it’s too much, okay, gorgeous?” He said, breaking from our play momentarily.

“Mhm.” I hummed around him. 

“Fuck!” He spat, clenching his jaw. I smiled inwardly. “Okay, come on, show me how much of a good little slut you can be for me.” I could practically feel my eyes rolling back in my head. The way he spoke was fucking orgasmic. He pushed his cock back slowly, backing out, pushing in, gradually picking up the pace. He moved his hands from my hair to station on either side of my face to he could more easily fuck it. My eyes fluttered closed and I gagged around him slightly. “You’ve got it, pretty girl. You’re taking it so well…” He hummed through gritted teeth. “Oh god… Your fucking mouth! Fuck!” He groaned. I melted hearing his moans. It numbed any uncomfortability I might have been experiencing. I started giving him a little bit of suction. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh fuck!” He gasped, starting to fuck my mouth harder. So hard that I couldn’t give him any suction anymore. Drool spilled from my lips, dripping down my chin. “Just a little longer. Fuck! You’ve got it! Fuck! Fuck! You’re taking it so. Fucking. Well.” He punctuated his last words with impossibly hard thrusts. I pulled enough strength to turn my eyes up to him. His eyes were shut tight and he was panting hard through gritted teeth. I felt his hands tighten on either side of my face as his thrusts became sloppy. I watched as he came undone above me. His mouth fell open, his jaw went slack and his shoulders sagged. He seated himself deep against my throat, bottoming out so my nose was nestled against the short, mousy brown hairs that sat there. My forehead pressed into the soft fabric of his shirt. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and the addicting smell of his sex flooded my body. He rutted his hips once, twice, three times before finally cumming hard down the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, swallowing around him. He shivered, slowly pulling out of my mouth. A thick string of saliva connected me to the throbbing head of his cock. I raised my hands to wipe the spit from my chin and he softened his grip on me, tilting my head up to look at him. “That was… fantastic…” He murmured. I smiled, standing slowly. “Are you okay? Was that… okay for you?”

“Yeah,” I murmured, panting slightly, staring up into his pretty eyes, “that was really fun.” He smirked, leaning in and kissing my, still wet, lips. 

“Let me get you some tissues for your chin. He bent from me and snatched a couple tissues from the box beside my bed. He held my jaw in his hand, tipping my head up as he wiped softly at my face. “You did so well…” He hummed softly. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his soft touch on my skin.

“Mmh…” I murmured.

“You like that?” He mused.

“Mhm…”

“You were such a good girl for me.” I could feel myself blushing as that dopey smile made its way back onto my face. “Aww…” He murmured. “You know, I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before.”

“Mmh… what?” I asked.

“That you have a praise kink.” I blushed and he chuckled quietly. “You get this cute little look on your face when Hotch tells you you did a good job.” My blush burned harder. He tossed the tissues in the trash can and I opened my eyes to stare up at him. I reached up, brushing his hair back behind his ears from where it had fallen over his forehead. His gaze was soft. 

“Thank you for getting those tissues for me.” I murmured softly.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He answered. A sly grin made its way onto Spencer’s face as he sank down to his knees in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as his lower lip snagged between his teeth. He stared up at me with his big puppy-dog eyes. My skin buzzed. I reached down, taking his face in my hand. My mouth fell open. I could feel his gaze on me, I could feel it. “Let me please you…” He hummed.

“Oh god…” I breathed. He was saying all the right things, this was, god, he was fucking perfect. I mean sure… I’d thought about it, of course I had, but I never dreamed it would actually ever happen. I moved my hand swiftly, grabbing him by his tie and pulling it tight like a leash. He took in a sharp breath as I sank to sit on my bed. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes on mine, but the moment I opened my legs for him, it was all for naught. 

“Fuck…” He spat, panting. I notice him beginning to salivate, “You’ve really deserved this…” He murmured, “You were such a good fucking girl.” I pulled harder on his tie.He mewled pitifully, finally tearing his gaze away to look up into my eyes. I pulled harder at his tie and I saw his eyes glaze over for a moment before he refocused. He was really enjoying this. From how he acted earlier, I wouldn’t assume he would. This was fun. He was fun. I never would have guessed he was this fun, that he was this kinky. “Lay back on the bed, pretty girl.” I bit my lip and sat on the bed, keeping a hold on his tie, pulling him with me as I laid back. He smirked, standing over me. I tugged on his tie.

“Come on.” I mused. He grinned, leaning over me, anchoring his hands on either side of me. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine gently. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, slipping my hands down his back. He broke away from me, staring down into my eyes. “You don’t wanna take your clothes off?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, my eyes wandering up and down his pretty face.

“Yeah, sorry, I just like the power dynamic of seeing my partner naked for me while I’m still fully clothed.” He answered, standing up. He started pulling at his tie.

“Mmh…” I hummed, “I think you can leave the tie.” He smirked down at me.

“Yeah?” He asked, “You like getting to pull me around?” I chewed my bottom lip and blushed slightly.

“Maybe a little.” I murmured.

“If we were at my house, I’d have a leather leash for you to put on me.” He said, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Mmh… maybe we’ll have to go to yours next time, then.” I murmured, thoughtlessly. I realized the gravity of my words almost immediately once they left my mouth, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be… presumptuous.” He smirked down at me.

“You want there to be a next time?” He mused, stripping off his shirt, laying it over the chair in the corner.

“Yeah…” I murmured, “If that’s okay with you.” He smiled to himself, slowly starting to slip off his trousers.

“I’d love to see you again.” He eyed me, “Especially like this.” I blushed, my eyes dancing mindlessly down his body. He was gorgeous. “Is this better?” He asked.

“Oh definitely.” I murmured. I reached out, grabbing him by his tie again. He leaned down, his body pressing against mine. I immediately wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me gently, so softly and so sweetly that it somehow set my body aflame. Every hair stood on end. I ran my nails down his back. He broke away from me, letting out a satisfied sounding groan.

“You a scratcher?” He asked, his lips ghosting over mine as he spoke.

“A biter too.” I answered, nipping softly at his lips. He grinned.

“Oh yeah… I’m definitely coming back.” He murmured. I chuckled. He kissed me again and I felt him smile against my lips before pulling away. “Okay, now be a good girl and let me eat that pretty pussy.

“Eeek!” I squeaked, he laughed. 

“God…” He murmured, “You’re so fucking cute…” He leaned down, starting to kiss slowly down my chest. Goosebumps raised along my skin. I reached down, lacing my fingers through his hair, scratching his head softly as he made his way down my chest and down my tummy until he settled back between my legs. He looped his arms around my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I giggled, moving to lay my legs over his shoulders. “Oh, good girl…” He murmured. I reached out, grabbing one of my pillows and stuffing it under my head. He smiled up at me.

“What? I gotta have a good view.” He chuckled.

“Are you the kind of girl that likes to get her ass licked?” He asked.

“Is Dr. Spencer Reid, the germaphobe asking to lick my asshole?” I mused, quirking up an eyebrow.

“I know you shower.” He answered, suppressing a little grin, “Answer the question.”

“I’ve actually never had anyone do that before.” I murmured, reaching down, pushing his hair back softly.

“May I?” He asked. I grinned bashfully.

“Yeah.” I murmured.

“Yeah?”

“Mmh… Yes daddy.” I corrected myself, assuming that was what he was after. He smiled, sitting back a bit on his heels.

“Good girl.” He hummed. He started leaning in, kissing down my slit. He gently pressed his tongue in, lapping it against my clit. I shuddered, gripping hard at his hair.

“Oh god…” I whispered. He began sucked softly on my clit, “Oh… god!” I gasped, my back arching. He broke away, looking up at me.

“Ah, the squirming type.” He mused.

“You’re awful.”

“Oh, you know you’re loving this.” He hummed, leaning back in. He licked up my slit before settling back on my clit, sucking softly, working his tongue against it.

“Mmh…” I hummed. He kept his suction and his tongue steady. My body totally relaxed, my muscles felt heavy and my hips moved on their own, bucking against his face. He let out a dark-sounding chuckle. The vibration of his voice sent a shiver up my spine. “Oh… Spencer…” I gasped.

“You like that?” He asked, keeping his register low so his words vibrated against my clit.

“God, yes! I gasped, gripping his hair hard and pulling him tight against me. He chuckled against me again and my head pressed back against the pillow as I tugged hard at his hair. I felt his hand slip between my legs. He pushed a finger into me. I clenched around him. He pulled back, letting out a pleasured sigh.

“God, you’re like perfectly fucking tight.” He groaned. I drank in his words, raising my arms and stretching.

“Mmh… are you excited…?” I asked. He smirked.

“For what?” He asked, “I want to hear you say it.” I bit my lip.

“Are you, Dr. Spencer Reid, excited to feel my tight pussy wrapping around your massive fucking perfect cock?” He smirked playfully.

“Yeah, I’m pretty damn excited.” He murmured. He leaned back in. “Could you do me a favor?” He asked, pulling away slightly.

“Anything.” I hummed, looking down at him dreamily. 

“Could you roll over onto your stomach so I can get better access to- ah-”

“My asshole?” I asked, giggling. I rolled over.

“And could you hand me one of those pretty little throw pillows, please?” I reached over and grabbed another one, handing it to him. “Good girl.” He murmured. He tucked the pillow  underneath my hips. I wrapped my arms around the pillow I’d laid on before. I hugged the pillow tight. I was nervous. Spencer reached up, gently laying his hand on the base of my back. His caress was so impossibly soft.

“Mmh…” I hummed. He rubbed my back gently, soothing me like he somehow knew I was nervous. I felt my body relax. He leaned in, laying soft kisses in a line down my ass cheek before pulling back for a moment. “Oh my god!” He broke away, laughing.

“Sorry, I had to.” He said, “Your ass is just so fucking perfect… god, it’s fucking perfect.”

“Am I all you ever dreamed of?” I mused, moving to push my ass up in the air for him.

“Yes you are.” He hummed. “You’ve been so. Fucking. Good. For. Me.” He punctuated each word with a gentle kiss on my skin. I giggled. I felt him gently push his finger back into me. I clenched around him again, moving my hips a bit this time.

“Mmh…” I murmured, pressing my face hard into the pillow. I felt him slip in another finger. “God…” I hummed into the pillow.

“Good?”

“So good.” I murmured, moving my hips against his fingers slowly. I felt him perch his thumb on my clit, circling it slowly, just letting me clench around him.

“Oh, that’s a good girl.” He mused. 

“Mmh…” I groaned. I felt him position his mouth against me, giving me a moment to adjust. I clenched my eyes shut, hoping to god this wouldn’t be weird. He placed his tongue against my ass flatly before giving a slow, full lick. I gasped. His tongue was warm and wet. He pulled back, parting my ass cheeks with his free hand, blowing softly against my skin. It felt freezing. I shivered, clenching. He chuckled.

“You have a cute little asshole…” He murmured. I’d never had anyone look at my asshole as far as I knew and I’d definitely never had anyone compliment it. “You’re tense.” He murmured, “First thoughts?”

“Mmh… good…” I hummed, moving my ass up slowly, moving my hips against his fingers.

“You want me to keep rubbing that pretty little clit?” He mused against my ass cheek.

“God yes.” I answered, my face pressed against the pillow.

“I’m going to need to hear you beg for it, pretty girl.”

“Please…” I murmured, “Please, daddy, I need your hands on me. I promise I’ll be a good girl, I swear I’ll be the best fusking girl for you.”

“I love hearing you beg for me…” He whispered, nipping softly at my skin. He began circling his thumb slowly around my clit again.

“Oh god…” I hummed. I bucked my hips hard against his fingers.

“Aww, such a good girl…” He murmured. He leaned back in, circling his tongue around  my asshole, pulling my cheeks wide apart. I felt his tongue gently plunge in, breeching past the tight ring of muscle for a moment.

“Spence!” I gasped, clenching hard. He laughed.

“I had to! You don’t know how cute your little asshole is!” He explained.

“You’re terrible!” I giggled.

“But did you like it?”

“Of course I liked it.” He chuckled darkly, leaning back in, this time laying a gentle kiss against my skin. 

“Mmh…” I murmured, clenching around him again.

“You don’t know how bad I want to feel your asshole clench around me…” My body went rigid. I wanted that. I wanted that a lot.

“Do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“God yes…” I answered.

“Alright, pretty girl.” He leaned in and licked around my asshole again before pulling away. “I need you to relax for me.” I took a deep breath, “Good girl…” He murmured. I felt him slowly push in a finger. It stretched past the tight ring of muscle. I clenched around his fingers as they now stretched both my holes. I bucked my hips against his, now stationary thumb.

“Goddamn…” I gasped, blowing out a breath. I squirmed slightly.

“Feel good?” He murmured, slowly starting to move the fingers he had stationed in my vagina in a raking motion so they rubbed against my g-spot. I clenched hard.

“God yes!” I gasped.

“Yeah, I can tell, pretty girl…” Look at those pretty little holes, stretching to take me so fucking well…”

“Mmh…” I groaned.

“I love stretching out your cute little holes, pretty girl.” He teased, nipping at my ass cheek. I knew his eyes were stationed, unmoving from between my legs and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love being just holes for him to use. “You gonna let daddy use these pretty little holes? Gonna let me turn you into a cock hungry slut?”

“Mmh…” I sighed, “Mmhhhhph…” Beginning to lose myself in the pleasure. I started moving my hips rhythmically against his thumb.

“Awww… does my good girl like the idea of being my toy?” He asked, softly. I clenched hard around him. I felt him slowly push his remaining finger into my wet cunt. “Existing only for my pleasure?” I clenched hard.

“Fuck!” I gasped

“God, I can’t take it anymore, I have to feel your pussy wrapping around my fucking cock.” He slowly stood, pulling his fingers out of me. “I’ve fucking dreamed about how your perfect pussy would feel wrapped around me. Tight, velvety, fucking BEGGING me to cum in it…” He groaned. I felt him press the tip of his cock against my slit, guiding it down to rake against my clit. He leaned over me. I felt his tie flutter down to land against my back. He held himself up with one hand, using the other to grace over my side, “Do you want me to use a condom, pretty girl? I brought one.” He asked quietly.

“No.” I hummed, “Lemme feel it… please god, please give it to me!”

“Mmh… I don’t have to turn you into a cock hungry little slut… You already are one, aren't you?” He asked.

“Yes! I’m your cock hungry slut… Please…” I begged, “Please…! I need it!” He chuckled.

“Such a good girl, begging for daddy’s cock.” He rasped. I reached back, hopelessly trying to reach his tie. “I know what you want, pretty girl.” He murmured, handing me the end of his tie. “You like feeling like you can control me, huh?” He mused, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss into my shoulder.

“Yes…” I groaned. He pushed his hips against my ass. I could feel his cock. 

Throbbing… for me… 

I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life. I needed his massive fucking cock. I needed to feel it stretching me out and making me his. God, I just wanted to be his. He was fucking perfect. He was my perfect fucking match.

“Are you on birth control, pretty girl?” He asked.

“Mhm…”

“Use your words…”

“Yes, god yes! Please… Just please…” I hummed.

“Good girl.” I sucked in a deep breath.

“Do you want me to cum in that pretty pussy?” He mused, pressing soft, gentle kisses against my shoulder. He laid his hand on the base of my spine, caressing the curve of my ass softly. I pulled hard at his tie. It was hooked over my shoulder so I had leverage, easily pulling him close. “I’m going to need an answer.” I pulled hard at his tie. His body draped down over my back and his arms immediately moved to wrap around me. His cock pressed hard against me. I turned my head to his that was laid over my shoulder so he could look into my eyes.

“I don’t want you co cum in me. I fucking need you to cum in me.” I murmured. A sick, salacious grin set itself on his lips.

“That’s what I like to hear…” He hummed against my ear. His voice was deep and husky, clouded by the obvious desire he was feeling.

“Yeah, you wanna cum in me?” I asked softly.

“Fuck, more than anything.” He murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to my neck. “I’m going to need you to let go of my tie, sweetheart.” He hummed against my skin.

“Sorry.” I murmured, letting it go. He chuckled, pulling away and slowly kissing down my spine.

“You don’t ever have to apologize to me…” He said, standing up. He rubbed the tip of his cock down my slit again, “If you ever piss me off, I’ll just fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.” He punctuated his sentence by pushing in slow until he bottomed out. My walls stretched, encompassing him completely.

“Oh… god…” I gasped, pressing my head hard against the pillow. Pleasure bloomed up through my body. Spencer laid his hands on my hips.

“Aah…” He groaned. “Your pussy is fucking perfect.”

“Spence…” I whispered directly into my pillow.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asked, slowly drawing back out.

“Mmh!” I clenched hard. “Fuck!” He pulled back until his tip sat at my entrance.

“Use your words, pretty girl…”

“Give it back! Fuck! Please- give it back!” I begged, “I need it… I fucking need it.” He chuckled,

“You’re such a slut for me…” He murmured, leaning in and kissing down the back of my neck. He slowly pushed back in.

“Ah!” I cried out. He drew back out again, starting to pick up the pace. I bit down hard on my bottom lip.

“God, (Y/n)! Fuck!” He spat. He wrapped his arms around my middle, placing one hand in the center of my chest to balance me as he began to lift me up. I wrapped my legs around him the best as I could as he began bouncing me hard on his cock. My center ached for him.

“Spencer! Fuck, Spence! Fuck yes!” I gasped, “Oh my god! Oh! My! Fucking! God!” 

“Yeah, you like that, you fucking slut? You perfect fucking, gorgeous slut?” He mused, holding me tight against his chest.

“Yes! God yes!” I groaned. I laid a hand on the hand that he’d placed at the center of my sternum. My fingers curled around the edges of his hand. I reached back with my other hand, tangling my fingers in his messy locks.

“That’s my good girl, that’s my good fucking girl.” He grunted, bouncing me hard. His cock plunged in and pulled out of me over and over and over and over, stretching me, making me want to scream. I bit down hard on my bottom lip. “Oh no pretty girl, let it out.” He murmured against my ear, “I need to hear you. Let me hear those pretty sounds…”

“Mmh…” I sighed, laying my head back against Spencer’s shoulder.

“That’s it, be a good girl for me…” Spencer hummed. He started fucking me harder, faster, somehow.

“Hnngh!” I groaned. My brain felt like it was melting. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Breathe pretty girl, just breathe through it.” He grunted in my ear, “You’ve got it, you’re taking it so well- so well.” I squeezed his hand, gritting my teeth and trying to breathe through it. It felt impossibly good. He felt impossibly good. The tidal wave of pleasure built… and built… and built…

“Mmh gonna cum…” I gasped, digging my nails into his hand.

“Good girl.” He whispered against my ear, “That’s my good girl. Cum… cum on my fucking cock…” I clenched hard around him, my walls gripping him as I came hard. Spencer’s arm locked around my abdomen tighter, holding me against his chest as I rode it out. He pressed his lips to my neck as his movements slowly ceased. He gently leaned forward, placing me down on the bed. I breathed, deep and slow. He laid his hand on my back, rubbing it gently as I came down. When my breathing steadied, I slowly rolled over onto my back, looking up at him.

“You didn’t cum…” I hummed, reaching out and taking his hand, intertwining our fingers. My eyes danced down his body to his painfully engorged looking cock, staring at me pointedly. My bottom lip caught between my teeth.

“That’s because we’re not done.” He mused. I smiled.

“Is that so?” I tugged at his hand. He climbed into my bed, leaning back against my mountain of pillows.

“God… Your bed is comfortable…” He hummed. I got on my knees, slinking up, straddling his lap.

“Yeah?” I asked, “Maybe you should sleep over…” 

“I’d better, I have to give you a ride to go pick up your car in the morning…” He murmured with a grin.

“And I have to give you a ride right now.” I whispered, dragging my eyes up to meet his.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” I answered, grabbing his tie.

“You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

“You aren’t?” I mused.

“Oh, I definitely am.” He answered. I pulled his tie hard. His mouth fell open. His gorgeous, pouty lips parted, his eyes searching for mine. I knew they were, but I couldn’t pull my gaze from his perfect lips. “Kiss me…” I took the invitation and ran with it. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his softly at first. The kiss steadily morphed into one filled with hunger. And I was, hungry, I mean. I needed him. My mind raced with all the possibilities. What we would do next time. What the future held. He’d said himself that he’d dreamed of this and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. What did that mean? Could this be more than meaningless sex between coworkers? Would that ever work? That was explicitly against the rules. But then again, so was this. I broke away from his lips. His eyes were half-lidded. I looked down. Spencer’s cock stood at attention. A bead of precum was collecting on his tip. I wanted it. I wanted him to cum in me. I needed him to cum in me. I wrapped my fist around his cock, leaning back, guiding his cock to my entrance. His eyes were glued to me as I slipped his cock into me.

“Mmh…” I gasped. He clenched his jaw. I tugged at his tie. He instantly leaned in to kiss me again. His kiss was softer now that we were connected again. I sighed, settling down on his cock. It felt as though it plunged deeper, now that all my weight was on it. I sighed, leaning in and laying my head on his shoulder. I sucked in a deep breath.

“You feel so good.” He hummed, “I never dreamed you’d feel this good wrapped around my cock. Never…” I clenched around him. “Oh… Christ…” He grumbled. I started moving my hips slowly, starting to grind back and forth on him. I reached down with one hand, perching my fingers on my clit. I leaned back, giving him a clear view of what I was doing. “Oh my god… your pussy- your fucking pussy- Fuck!” He babbled. He started flicking his hips up to meet my thrusts. I bit down on my bottom lip, breathing hard as my fingers circled my clit over and over and over and over. My walls squeezed around him on their own, begging for his cum. I wrapped his tie around my fist, yanking hard as I got closer and closer to cumming again.

“You wanna cum in me?” I asked. His eyes met mine. His gaze was sharp.

“You know I do…” He answered, his eyes darting back down to where we were connected. I looked down too. My slick had spilled down his massive cock, dampening the little mousy brown hairs there in a ring around his base. I bit my lip. It was intimate. It was lewd. It was dirty in the best way. And it only added to my pleasure. His hips bucked up to meet mine, his rhythm getting messy. I felt him twitch inside me. My eyes tried to flutter closed as I inched closer and closer to that cliff. I forced them open and up to his face, examining the gorgeous look he wore. He looked sharp and tired, I loosened my grip on his tie, my hand travelling up to land on his cheek. I guided him to look at me.

“Cum…” I whispered, panting hard. A salacious grin set itself on his lips and his hands stationed themselves on my hips, guiding me up and down. My own hand circled my clit faster and faster, messier and messier until I finally came again, clenching hard around him.

“Fuck!” He gasped. His hips faltered and he shut his eyes tight. I felt him twitch hard as he came in me. Slowly, both our movements ceased. He drew up his knees so I had a place to rest. I relaxed against his legs, slowly pressing up so his cock slipped out of me. I grimaced. My legs ached and I felt painfully empty. His cock landed against his stomach. I let go of his tie and he reached up, taking it off and slipping it over his head, throwing it lazily at the chair. He missed. His eyes landed back on me. He slid his hands up my sides until they landed under my arms. He hoisted me off his lap, letting me land beside him. I laid against the pillows, staring up at him. I didn’t want to look away. As if he’d disappear if I did. “How was it for you?” He asked softly.

“Good-” I murmured, “Really good. You?”

“Fantastic.” I reached out, looping both my arms around his arm, hugging it against my body, “Can I get you a glass of water?” He asked.

“Don’t leave.” I whispered, “Please.” He intertwined our fingers.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He hummed. I finally let my eyes flutter closed. “Oh, and (Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“There is no Jamaican fusion place on third.” My eyes snapped up to him.

“You knew?” I asked.

“I hoped.” He answered.

“You hoped.” I murmured.

“I did.”

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Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed that story!!! I plan on posting on AO3 just as soon as I get it posted here! I also need to put it on my Masterlist which you can find here! 

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Heyy, Was wondering when the new rockstar sex slave Yungblud chapter comes out? Like what’s the estimated time/day? 

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It should come out in maybe the next couple weeks? I am about to post SOMETHING NEW today, but it's not affiliated with Rockstar. I hope you like it in the meantime!!! Thank you so much for your question and thank you for your compliment! I love that people are loving my work and I'm also so glad that you took the time to send in this ask!!! Sorry it's taking like 5-ever for me to get out this new chapter. I've spent some time drowning in homework lol. Thank you!!! <3

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Rockstar Sex Slave: YUNGBLUD x Reader

Chapter 4:

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Hi! This is chapter 4 of this story! You can find the other chapters linked here!

Chapter One 

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Now, it's that time again folks! It's time to list all the people who commented on the previous chapters!

@smutblud @yungbludgurl69 @antifarocks @k-bluerose @doyouwannafeelalive @freezing82 @esmehades01 @shark1ra

Please comment below if you'd like to be tagged in the next chapter! And also feel free to share your thoughts and opinions on this story and where you think it may be going! I hope you like the chapter! <3

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This is a Golden Age of Emo Rock AU where a young Gerard way, Ronnie Radke, Andy Beirsack and Yungblud at his current magnitude are all on tour together. And what better way is there to chill out in the tour bus after their performances than to take salacious advantage of the woman they hired to travel with them, just to help take the edge off… This is a messy, disgusting, erotic, dirty rockstar fic so maybe read through the list below! <3 (6.0k)

- Impact Play - Anonymous Sex - Multiple Partners - Dirty Talk - Degradation - Praise - Exchanging Nude Photos/Videos - Phone Sex/Sexting - Jerking Off with Panties - Drug Use - Drinking Alcohol - Anal Fingering - Fingering - Anal Virginity - Oral Sex - PIV Sex - Shower Sex - Facials - (Semi) Public Sex - Mile-High Club - Limousine Sex

Again, I would like to reiterate that not all of these are included in this particular chapters but they were included in past chapters or will be included in future chapters. This list is ever-growing so things will continue to be added. Also, there is a youtube playlist connected to this story. It is the playlist I tend to listen to while I write. If you'd like to check it out, you can do so here! Now, without further ado, let's get onto the story!

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I tapped my foot, leaning down and running my fingers along the couch cushions. This was insane. I ran my index finger along the couch seam. I couldn’t do this! I didn’t know these people! This was illegal! I didn’t even know who I’d be sleeping with! This wasn’t safe! This was nuts! This whole thing was nuts! I couldn’t do this. I picked up my phone and immediately called Shannon. It rang for about two seconds before she answered.

“How the fuck are you already freaking out this early?” She asked, her voice groggy. It was clear she’d just woken up.

“How did you know I was freaking out?”

“Because that’s what you do. You freak out. It comes with the territory.” She grumbled.

“So… what am I freaking out about?”

“Well, I suppose it’s because you’re leaving today and you’re going with no plan, no idea what the future may hold, and with the very real possibility that this could change your life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You’re picking up your whole life to travel the country fucking rockstars. You’re fucking crazy if you think it’s not going to change you.”

“That makes no sense, this is just like… a detour. A little fun experiment.”

“So why are you freaking out?” She had me there.

“How can you out-logic me when you’re half asleep?”

“Because I’m just that fucking good.” She answered. I chuckled and we said our goodbyes before hanging up. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I felt better after talking to her. I always did. She had a way of enabling me to access my brain once it had all but shut off and gone into worry-mode. I guess it was time to get up and get dressed. 

Something sexy? Dom would be there. But I’d be on a plane. First class though… Comfy, definitely comfy. I rifled through what was left in my dresser, deciding on a comfy tank-top and some sweats and a jacket. But maybe some sexy undies… just in case. Ooh, the mile high club… that could definitely be interesting… I now needed to decide which sexy undies I’d wear. Maybe my baby blue gingham set with the blue lace. I held them up before me. Oh yeah, those were definitely the right choice, though I’d have to make sure Dom didn’t rip them off with his teeth. This set was expensive! Well- it would have been if it wasn’t on sale. I slipped off my pajamas and the underwear I’d put on after my shower last night, throwing them all in the hamper. They were just the comfy kind I wore when I knew I wouldn’t be having any ‘gentlemen callers’ as my grandmother called them. She always laughed when she called them that. My mother did not. I chuckled to myself at the memories of them both.

I pulled on the undies and the outfit I’d chosen, and as soon as I’d pulled them on, I heard a knock at the door. That must be Dom. I padded to the door in my sock-clad feet, opening it to find Dom standing on the other side. He was leaning on the door frame just like before. I met his eyes.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yeah, just let me get my shoes.” I answered, turning and heading over to the shoes I’d laid out last night. “I’m sorry, I’m usually early for these kinds of things.”

“Don’t apologize, we came early so I could help you load your bags.” Dom answered, coming in after me.

“Oh, thanks, they’re all on the couch.” I murmured, bending down and slipping my feet into my sneakers, tying them up.

“Hey,” he said. I straightened and turned to face him, “Are you still feeling okay about all this?” He whispered softly, catching my arm. “Because you can pull out any time you want to, but it would be easier before the flight.” I nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I called Shannon this morning and we talked about it.” I murmured. He smiled and let go of my arm, turning to my bags.

“Just these?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’ll get my purse and my carry-on.” I said, taking both and throwing them over my shoulder. He nodded and took my luggage, toting them out the door. I grabbed the door handle, backing out and shutting it behind me, locking it. This was it. I tucked my keys in my bag and turned around. That's when I spotted it. The big limo parked out in front of my building. I smiled to myself and pulled out my phone, snapping a photo of Dom loading my bags into its trunk and sending it Shannon’s way.

‘Insanity.’ Her text came instantly.

‘Ikr. Gotta pack my shit, talk later. Love you!’

‘Love you more, psycho.’ She answered. I tucked my phone back in my purse and looked back down at Dom. He put in the last bag and 

“Come on, pretty girl.” He called up after me. I grinned and hopped down the stairs. Dom closed the trunk and opened the back door for me. I stopped before getting in, directing my eyes up at him. “Go ahead.” He murmured. I smiled excitedly and climbed in, putting my bags down on the floorboard. 

“Holy shit…” I whispered. Dom climbed in after me, shutting the door. The interior was all white leather with a fully stocked minibar and a full sun roof.

“What do you think?” He asked, settling back in his seat and spreading his legs wide.

“It’s fabulous!” I answered, settling in next to him. We fell into a semi-awkward silence as the limo pulled away from my building and into traffic. Dom laid his hand on my thigh. I looked up at him to find his soft gaze already studying my face. 

He opened his mouth, but hesitated before speaking. “Do you want to put on some music?”

“Jonas Brothers?” I asked. Dom grinned.

“You’re ridiculous.” He murmured, taking his phone from his pocket. “I assume old Jonas Brothers?”

“Oh yeah, like Disney era.” I answered. I didn’t think he’d go for it but he did. Burnin’ Up started to spill from the speakers. I couldn’t help but to grin and start to sing along, dancing in my seat. Dom eyed me with this incredulous little smirk on his face, his brows furrowed as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Eventually, he started dancing with me. Music never failed to raise my mood. Whenever I felt shitty or nervous, music was the main way I felt better. Dom shook his head, his shoulders wracking briefly in a silent chuckle.

“What? You can’t say they aren’t awesome.” I said, reaching out and turning the music down.

“No, I mean, they’re great, I just think it’s funny that you chose to listen to the Jonas Brothers while you’re riding in a limo.”

“Well, in my experience, sometimes you just have to listen to the Jonas Brothers.” I answered with a chuckle. We settled into another silence, more comfortable this time. My eyes searched for his face. 

His features were softer in the daytime. Without the eyeliner. Well, I say without the eyeliner, there was, of course, some still smudged under his eyes. I sat up slowly, laying my hand on his jaw, parting my lips as I captured his lips in a gentle kiss. He was slow to reciprocate. I pulled away, staring up at him.

“Is it still okay for me to do that…?” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I meant for it to.

“Technically, your contract starts when you meet the others, but you can do whatever you want.” He said with a smile, this time a chaste one. I leaned back up, connecting our lips again. He reciprocated faster this time, parting his lips a bit. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip. His tongue jetted out, meeting mine momentarily before I pulled back. His gaze had ignited with fiery lust. “Have you ever been fucked in the back of a limo?” He asked, his voice husky with want.

“I’ve never been in the back of a limo.” I answered, laughing. He gripped both my arms hard, pulling me onto his lap. I could feel his hardening length under his sweatpants. It didn’t feel like he was wearing any underwear. I bit my lower lip and leaned in, reaching down and cupping my hand over him. “I know what you want, but I’m really tempted to make you walk around the airport with this thing.” I whispered, licking around the cuff of his ear. He shuddered slightly at my touch.

“Fuck…” He groaned. I pulled back from him, draping my arms over his shoulders.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t please me, though…” I murmured. He dragged his eyes up my body, setting on my face.

“Anything. You. Want.” He rasped. I took his hand, guiding it into the waistband of my pants. His fingers danced along the delicate blue lace. I snagged my bottom lip between my teeth, taking one of my hands and dragging it down to his pants.

“I think…” I sighed, looking around until my eyes laid on it, “I wanna take in the view…” His brows furrowed and I snuck my hand into his pocket and snagged his pack of cigarettes. He watched as I stood and maneuvered my way to the sun roof. I pushed it open and stuck my head out.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dom asked, chuckling and placing his hands on my waist, anchoring me to him. 

I pulled my head back in so my voice wouldn’t be taken by the wind, “I already told you, I’m taking in the view!” I looked back at him to find that roguish, wicked grin on his face. I plucked a cigarette from the pack. “Light?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, igniting the flame and holding it out to me. I lit my cig before raising it to my mouth and taking a drag. I sighed. “Eat.” I murmured, closing my eyes.

I stuck my head back out the sun roof. I felt him instantly begin tugging down my pants and panties until they pooled at my ankles. A squeal left my throat as he moved in front of me, pushing my legs apart to make room. He leaned in and I felt his tongue slip up against my clit. I gasped, taking the cigarette between my lips, grabbing fistfuls of his hair with both hands. He groaned and I felt his hands slide up the backs of my bare thighs. Goosebumps raised along my skin and a shiver shot down my spine. The wind whipped against my face, blowing my hair back and almost taking the cigarette from my mouth. A huge grin spread over my face, but I made sure to keep my lips locked tight around it. I looked around, watching the city fly by. I giggled to myself, feeling Dom gently push a finger into me, moving his tongue. 

I rocked my hips softly against his mouth, sucking in a deep breath through my nose. Cars whizzed past on either side of me. They’d never believe what was going on in this limo. Hell, Shannon wouldn’t even believe it. Oh who am I kidding, she’d believe anything at this point. This is insane! I felt Dom pull away from me, letting his free hand venture up my tummy. I pulled my head in from the sunroof, looking down at him, taking the cig from my mouth.

“Look, pretty girl, you’re not going to cum if you don’t focus.” He said with a grin. My lips parted in a bashful smile, a blush rolling over my cheeks.

“Sorry… but have you seen…?”

“I’ve seen a hundred cities fly by from out the sunroof of a limousine.” He answered, his gaze softening. I took his face in my hand, leaning down and kissing him softly. The soft kiss almost instantly turned feverish. He stood so both our heads jutted out the sun roof. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tender embrace, a hand venturing down to grope my ass. I squeaked, breaking away from him, staring into his eyes. We both just stood there, staring at each other as we panted. The city rushed by on either side of us, cars honking and merging around us. It all seemed to melt into blackness. The only thing I saw was him, the only thing I felt was him. His body was blocking me from the wind so I could really look around, but I didn’t. I couldn’t pull my eyes from him. I brought the cigarette back up to my mouth, taking a slow drag. I slipped my other hand down between us, plunging it into his sweatpants. “You’re fucking crazy.” He whispered. I didn’t hear it so much as I saw his lips form the words. The wind took the sound of his voice before I could hear it. This was exhilarating. Not just this, not just the limo, all of it. My life had become a whirlwind since Dom entered it. From the very night we met.

My fingers curled around his length, giving him a soft, slow stroke from base to tip. His lips parted in a soft gasp as he stared down into my eyes. I breathed slow, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out steadily. He matched my breathing as I continued stroking him. I took another long drag of the cigarette, leaning in and capturing his lips in a star shattering kiss. I broke apart from him- only slightly- giving me space to breathe the smoke into his mouth. He breathed it before blowing it out into the wind. He reached up and took the cigarette from me, taking a drag of his own before putting it out on the limo’s roof before tossing it off into traffic. I stared into his eyes. He didn’t even look away from me. I reached my hand up, laying it on his jaw and guiding his head down so my lips were perched at his ear.

“You don’t get to cum.” I whispered. He sighed into a pained chuckle.

“You’re evil.” He muttered. I laughed and looked up at him as he pulled away.

“You’re right.” I ran my thumb over the ridge of his head. I felt him melt a little against my body. I bit my bottom lip and stared up into his eyes as I continued my movements. His knees buckled. He grabbed me tight, his fingertips pressing hard into my arms. He leaned in urgently.

“I’m gonna- fuck! I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

“No you’re not.” I assured him. I heard him bite his lip to dampen a little whimper that left his throat. I smiled to myself, giving him a couple more pumps before pulling my hand away. I knew he was aching. I could feel it in the way he held me. In the way his body felt against mine. He felt needy. I pulled away from him and gave the scenery one last look, spotting the airport up ahead. I immediately yanked him down. I attempted to step out of his way, forgetting my pants were around my ankles. We both tumbled onto the seat, laughing hysterically.

“What happened, did you see a fucking bird?” He asked, looking over at me. I panted, catching my breath between laughs.

“No, we’re almost there.” I answered, finally quieting my laughter. I looked over at him, only for the laughs to start up again as I met his eyes.

“I have a feeling you’ll make the plane-ride very eventful.” He muttered

“I hope I can, joining the mile-high club has always been on my bucket list.”

“Well I’d love to make your life-long dream come true.” He answered. I smirked and whacked him on the shoulder with the back of my hand. He laughed as I made quick work of pulling my pants back up.

Before I knew it, we’d made it through TSA and we were waiting to board. Watching Dom go through TSA with a boner was quite entertaining, but we were now sat side by side. He was flipping through a magazine and I’d decided that, in lieu of starting my book, I’d update Shannon before we got on her plane.

‘You’ll never guess what we did…’

‘Shouldn’t you be on a plane rn?’

‘We’re waiting to board BUT you’ll never guess what we did!’

‘What? Did you have sex in the limo?’

‘Yes, but we had sex with the sun roof open and our heads stuck out!’

‘You’re right, I’d never have guessed that.’ She answered, ‘You two are psychotic and insatiable. That makes for a dangerous combination. You two could have gotten yourselves arrested!’

‘What do I care? I won’t be in town!’ Shannon sent an eyeroll emoji.

‘Love you, dummy.’ She sent.

‘Love you too, butthole.’ I closed my phone and slipped it into my purse. Dom reached over and placed his hand on my knee. He seemed tense. I looked up and scanned the room, spotting a man sitting in the corner with his eyes glued to me. He had yet to notice Dom’s hand. I leaned over and laid my head on Dom’s shoulder. He peeled his eyes from the guy and looked down at me, his face breaking into a soft smile.

“You’re going to have to get over this jealousy business if I’m going to be a shared commodity.” I muttered with a chaste little grin. He sat back in his chair, letting out a sigh.

“I know.” He groaned, shutting his eyes, shimmying further down in his seat.

Soon, they were calling for first-class passengers to board.  Dom carried both my and his carry on in one hand, keeping the other planted firmly on my lower back. Once we’d boarded the plane, the flight attendant led us to what looked like a suite. My mouth gaped open as I looked around. I turned back to Dom, watching him put away our carry ons.

“This is insane!” I whispered. He looked over at me and grinned.

“I figured you’d like it.” He answered. I took a seat on the long leather bench, laying flat across it and letting out a dramatic sigh. He smirked down at me. “Through there, there is a bed and a private bathroom.”

“Shut up! A private bathroom?!” I asked, sitting straight up. I jetted over and opened the door to see our very own private bathroom. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit disappointed that we wouldn’t be sneaking around to join the mile high club. I pulled out my phone and snapped photos of the suite, sending them to Shannon before we were instructed to put our phones on airplane mode. Dom swept up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle. 

“We have five to fill…” He murmured against my ear. Chills ran through my body and I clasped my hands over his, looking into the mirror, seeing his eyes already on mine. He licked up the cuff of my ear, nibbling at it gently. I shied away from him, turning in his grip and taking his face in my hands.

“How would you like to fill the time?” I asked. I felt his hand venture down to my ass. He grabbed it hard before giving it a sharp smack.

“I’d really like it if you would do something about this…” He muttered, grinding his cock against me. It had hardened again. I slowly sank to my knees. His hands ran up my back and he laced them in my hair. I stared up into his piercing eyes.

“Hit me…” I whispered. He snagged his bottom lip between his teeth, raising his hand. I closed my eyes and he landed a swift smack against my cheek. My mouth gaped open and took in a sharp breath. I stared up at him, my eyes had gone half-lidded, but his eyes looked ignited with passion. More than usual. “Fuck…” I whispered. My eyes drifted down his body until my gaze landed where his cock was straining hard against his sweats. I licked my lips as my hands ventured to his waistband, tugging gently. 

He gathered up my hair in his fist, tilting my head up to face him, “The plane hasn’t even taken off yet.” He said with a little smug smile.

“You saying you don’t want me to do this right now?” I asked

“No, I’m just saying… you have my full permission to take your time…” He murmured. I smirked, continuing to tug his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang forward from its confines, landing pointedly at my mouth. I parted my lips and directed my eyes up to his. His fiery gaze was fixed on my mouth. I jutted out my tongue slowly, posing for him. I leaned in, laying a soft kiss to the underside of his tip. His grip on my hair tightened. I pulled back from his cock and stood, reaching out and taking his cock into my hand. I led him along, guiding him back to the bedroom area. The bed was perfectly made and it looked pristine.

“Sit.” I directed. He did as I said. I headed off to the sitting area, grabbing up my purse and pulling out my chapstick. There was a knock at the door to our suite. I reached out and opened it. Standing outside was a flight attendant.

“We’re going to be taking off soon, so you both need to be buckled in.”

“Okay, he just had to use the bathroom.” She nodded and turned as I popped off the cap of the chapstick tube. “Hey, wait,” I called, stepping out into the aisle, she turned, “do you happen to have a piece of mint gum? I could have sworn I had a pack in my purse.”

“Oh, yeah.” She reached into her apron and pulled out a pack of gum. She pulled out a piece and handed it to me.

“Thank you!” I answered, going back into the suite and shutting the door. I headed to the bedroom and leaned against the wall. “Do you think turbulence would add or subtract from the quality?”

“I think we should find out.”

“One problem.” He looked over at me with a pitiful little expression on his face.

“We need to buckle up. The plane’s about to take off.” He sighed, standing and pulling his pants back up. I turned from him, heading off to the sitting area.

“Oh hey, what was that mint gum for?” He asked.

I turned and eyed him, “You.” He just sighed and watched as I walked ahead to the sitting area, sauntering a bit. I could feel his eyes glued to my ass. He ultimately followed after me, sitting beside me on the bench and buckling up with me. I looked over at him, smiling slightly as I looked down his body, finding his hard cock still straining against his pants. He had attempted to tuck it into his waistband. It wasn’t helping. I unwrapped the piece of mint gum and popped it into my mouth. The cooling peppermint sensation spread throughout my mouth.

I felt the plane begin to move. I looked over at him. He had his head leaned back against the seat. He looked somewhere between pained and bored. I reached over and laid my hand on his hand that he’d moved to cup over his crotch. He looked down at me. I leaned in. He tilted towards me.

“I’m a little nervous to meet the other guys.” I murmured quietly, keeping my eyes trained on our feet, “Tell me who they are?” He shook his head.

“No dice, pretty girl, that’s a surprise.”

“Okay, but can you just answer one question for me.”

“Okay.”

“Do they fuck like you?” He smirked and leaned his head back on the seat.

“Aw sweetheart…” He murmured, “Nobody fucks like me.” I sucked my teeth, hooking my fingers around the edge of his hand, dragging it from where he was covering himself. His eyes shot to me, his gaze glued to my face, but I kept my eyes on the bulge in his pants. I hooked my pinky finger in the waistband of his pants, tugging them down just enough to expose his tip. I let it snap back where it sat just under his tip. He flinched and I heard a pathetic little whimper tumble from his lips before he could stop it. I snagged my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at his face. His gaze searched to make eye contact and he seemed to relax a bit when he noticed my eyes on his. I took his shirt and draped it lightly over the tip of his cock. His brows knit together and tilted his head slightly.

“I need easy access.” I murmured, shrugging. There was another knock at the door. “Yes?” The flight attendant cracked the door open.

“You can unbuckle now.”

“Alright! Thank you!” I unbuckled and Dom did the same, starting to stand up. I reached out and caught his hand. He turned back to me quickly. “Where are you going?” I asked.

“Back to the bed…?”

“I think we should watch a movie…” He padded back over and sat next to me. I reached over to the edge of the couch, my hand wrapping around the remote. I turned on the tv, clicking through the in-flight options. I settled on a horror movie. I clicked start, slowly shimmying down on my seat, laying my head on his thigh. I looked up to find him looking at me. “Watch the movie.” I murmured, pointing at the screen. The movie started slow, but it was easy to sense in the music when the first jumpscare was coming, I felt him tense under me. I moved slowly. He didn’t realise I had even moved from my place, laying on his lap until I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth. He groaned before he could catch himself. Oh, this was fun… This was going to become my new favorite thing. Attempting to get a raw, unfiltered reaction from him. He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, taking a fistfull of my hair in his other hand. I popped my mouth off his tip and slowly sat up.

“Oh, you’re evil…” He whispered, his cheeks tinged pink from the embarrassment. He squeezed his legs together as the cooling sensation was no doubt setting in.

“Yes, I am.” I answered, smirking at him. He reached up and took my jaw in his hand.

“You’re going to pay for that.” I grinned. This was what I was counting on… He stood, dragging me up with him. I reached down, grabbing at his shirt. He shed it and began walking me to the bed. I walked backwards. He pushed his hand into my hair, tangling his fist in it. He pushed me to the edge of the bed, letting me fall back and land on it. I bounced a bit on the mattress but Dom’s hands steadied me, already anchoring themselves on my waist. He caressed down my sides, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pants, tugging them down, exposing my blue gingham panties. He smirked and I felt a blush roll onto my face. My ears burned. Why was I suddenly embarrassed? Was it because this was the first time he was seeing me in full light? This was the first time he was seeing me in full light. I didn’t realise that. I took the moment to let my eyes lilt up his body. He was fucking gorgeous. The tip of his dick strained against his pants still, his dark hairs made a delicate trail to his belly button. He reached down, gripping my top. I sat up a bit, allowing him to pull it from my body. 

He eyed my matching set, “For me?” He asked with a little grin.

“Of course.” I answered. He leaned down, holding himself over my body. He kissed me softly.

“You’re going to have to be quiet, okay?” He murmured, leaning in and licking the edge of my ear. I shuddered, “If we get kicked off this flight, my manager will send us to Vegas in crate in a fucking cargo plane.” I giggled, reaching out and taking his muscular form in my arms, hooking my arms under his, laying my hands on his shoulders.

“I’ll be quiet… I promise…” I whispered. He pulled back slightly, staring down into my eyes.

“See… I don’t think I can trust you…” He murmured. He let his hands grace down my body, gripping my panties, pulling them down gently. “So, I think I need to do something about that… A safety net, if you will…” He pulled off my panties fully, balling them up. “Open your mouth.” I kept my eyes on his, slowly opening my mouth for him. “Mmh…” He hummed, “That’s my good girl…” He pushed my panties into my mouth. I bit down to keep them in place. He pushed down his own pants, I looked down, watching as his massive cock hung between his legs, waiting to be my divine reward. I reached back out to him, hooking one arm over his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. He laid one hand on my hip and used his other to guide his cock to my awaiting heat. He dragged his tip up gently between my folds. I let out a low hum as his cock brushed against my clit. 

He pulled back, bringing his hand up and placing a finger on his lips. “Shhhh… Quiet, pretty girl…” I stared up into his eyes, digging my nails into his back. “Okay, okay, stop begging…” He said with a little smirk. I rolled my eyes. He dragged the tip of his cock back up my slit. Slowly up and down. My eyes fluttered closed as I sucked in a deep breath. I clenched hard, bucking my hips as his tip brushed against my clit again. I sucked in a gasp, biting down hard.

“Mmh…” I whimpered, staring up into his gorgeous eyes. His eyes narrowed, never breaking from mine as he reached up, clamping his hand tightly over my mouth. My eyes widened.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, pretty girl.” He whispered, being sure to enunciate every word very carefully. He teased my entrance carefully, immediately pulling back out when he felt me begin to melt under his touch. He kept his hips apart from mine, not taking his eyes off mine as he gently guided himself back to my entrance. He pushed in only a bit. Suddenly, the plane shook, knocking him a little off balance. He caught himself against my body, but not before bottoming out inside me. My body seized up, my walls clenching around him.

“Mmpph ghhd!” I sighed, digging my nails into him, scratching down his back harder than I’d meant to. The sting seemed to electrify him. He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, curling his lip up in a silent snarl. It surprised me how much he seemed to like the pain. He brought his hand up from holding his cock, anchoring it on my hip. He gripped me hard, steadying myself. He dragged his hips before plunging back in hard. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and he pulled his hand from my mouth. He pulled my panties from my mouth.

“Sorry.” He panted, leaning into my ear. He leaned his forehead against the now messy blankets. I turned my head so my mouth was settled next to his ear.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” I whispered. I scratched my nails down his back again. Not as hard as last time,

“Is that all you’ve got?” Dom growled. He tucked a hand under my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. He lifted me softly against his shoulder. I scratched down his back harder. His back arched and he kept his mouth shut tight. I knew he wanted to make noise. To cry out, to moan- and I wanted that too. He pulled out and pushed back in again. I arched my back, rolling my shoulders, pulling him tighter to me. He tucked his mouth close to my ear and I felt his hot breath. “You feel so… fucking… good…” He whispered. I clenched hard around him as he pushed back in. He gasped before clenching his teeth, beginning to thrust in a constant rhythm. I sank my teeth into his shoulder to keep from moaning. He pulled at my hair. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Soon, though, I was losing myself in the sensation of his thrusts. I grabbed at his skin, anywhere I could touch him, trying to pull him as close as I could get him. One of my hands maneuvered up to his head, he moved to rest his forehead against mine. I opened my eyes, finding his gaze searching to meet mine.

Once his eyes finally met mine, he seemed even more driven, rutting into me harder, rougher than before, even picking up the pace. My lips parted and I panted hard. A smug grin set itself on his mouth and he nodded in time with each hard thrust. He pushed his strokes deeper, bottoming out fully each time. His gaze stayed set on mine as I pulled hard at his hair. He opened his mouth, his lips forming a gentle ‘o’ as I knew in my bones he was suppressing that cute little groan he did. I felt my orgasm welling up in my core. Building, slow and steady. He must have felt my walls clenching around him as he reached down, perching his fingers on my clit. I snagged my bottom lip between my teeth, clamping down hard. I was halfway surprised I didn’t taste blood. He circled his fingers around my clit as he kept up his pace. I looked up into his eyes through my lashes, biting hard on my bottom lip as the sensation began to build… build… build… build… 

Until, “Fuck!” I breathed. My voice was hushed, but my mouth fell open, my eyes rolling back and my whole body going lax as I came hard around him. I could feel his eyes on me as his grip on me tightened, not slowing his thrusts, just backing off with his hand. My eyes opened and I met his gaze again. “Cum in me…” I whispered. A little crooked smile set itself on his lips. He untangled himself from my body, standing and arching his back. I reached out and took both his hands, squeezing hard as the overwhelm started to set in. He picked up the pace, starting to get messy. I gritted my teeth, pulling him back down so I could wrap my arms around him. I locked them around his neck and I couldn’t help the little mewls falling from my lips. 

“I know it hurts, pretty girl…” He whispered, tucking his mouth against my ear, “Just a little longer baby…” I clenched hard around him. I felt his cock twitch against my walls, once, twice, three times before he came hard. His legs gave a little and I felt him let me go as he fell onto the bed next to me. “Christ…”

“I know what you mean…” I murmured. I reached over, taking his hand. He rolled over to look at me. “You didn’t even take the time to take my bra off.” He smirked. I rolled onto my side to face him.

“Sorry about that.” He laid his other hand over my back, fiddling with the clasp of my bra. It took him two seconds to unclasp it. The straps snapped off and I quickly shed it. He looked down at my chest.

“Fuck me…” He whispered.

“Let me get a nap first.”

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This is a Golden Age of Emo Rock AU where a young Gerard way, Ronnie Radke, Andy Beirsack and Yungblud at his current magnitude are all on tour together. And what better way is there to chill out in the tour bus after their performances than to take salacious advantage of the woman they hired to travel with them, just to help take the edge off…

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