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deadbolted · 1 month

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━━ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): abby anderson x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW (mdni 18+), cursing, heavy petting, fingering, & cheating (don’t do it!)

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it can’t be that wrong if it feels that right, right?

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 421

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abby knew this was wrong, but she couldn’t seem to stop it.

owen was waiting for her back at her place, he’d probably made plans to have dinner and a movie — and here she was, eyes rolled back, moaning your name.

“does he touch you like this?” you ask, snapping her out of her pleasureful haze. she shakes her head, too blissed out to form a coherent sentence.

waiting for her response, you slow your fingers, “answer me.”

“no! never.”

satisfied with her answer, your fingers begin to pump in and out of her again, her pussy clenching around your fingers.

“oh fuck”

you reach down and begin to rub tight circles on her clit, causing her muscular thighs to tense up. you stare down at her, eager to watch her cum for you. you loved this view of her, so submissive and desperate for release. her abs glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and her mouth hung open in pleasure.

“does he fuck you like i do?” you question, already knowing the answer.

in the 2 years that you had been friends in the WLF base, abby had complained about her boyfriend’s inability to satisfy her dozens of times. that inability eventually led her here, to your bed, to your pleasure.

“no! s’only you. make me feel so good”

abby knew she should feel guilty, and after she came down from her high she did. but in this moment, while you fucked her on your fingers and groped her breasts like owen never did, that nagging shame seemed to disappear.

“fuck you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight. y’wanna cum?” you ask, working your thumb on her clit.

“please, wanna cum for you!” she sobs, thighs shaking in anticipation of her orgasm. just as you’re about to give her permission, her phone rings from it’s spot on your bedside table.

you freeze, only momentarily before continuing to work your fingers in and out of her leaking hole. the sound of her phone startles her, and the fact that you don’t stop startles her even more.

“it’s him. shit…hold on a second” she requests, reaching for her phone.

when she notices you haven’t stopped your relentless pace, she furrows her brows. “baby, please.” she reaches for your hand to remove it, but you slap her hand away. you have no intention of stopping until she’s squirting on your fingers.

instead, you decide to mess with her, and that stupid boyfriend of hers.

“answer it.”

౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: been thinkin this one up for weeks. idk how i feel about it tho!

#abby tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson smut #joel miller smut #ellie williams smut #tlou smut #the last of us #the last of us smut #tlou hbo #abby anderson tlou2 #abby smut #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson #smut

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deadbolted · 1 month

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━━ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): spencer reid x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, established relationship, kissing, mentions of cats, & use of “baby.”

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: spencer never considered himself a pet person, but after some strong convincing and an awfully cute stray, how could he say no?

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spencer sat alone in your shared living room surrounded by stacks of books and case files. the faint glow of his computer screen illuminated his determined expression as he he delved into the intricate details of yet another a particularly complex case file.

the deafening silence of the room was abruptly broken when he heard the key turning in the door, followed by the sound of your voice.

"spence! you won't believe what i found on my way home from work!" you exclaimed, excitement radiating from you.

usually you’d hurry in to give your boyfriend of 3 years a kiss and a hug, but today, you had something even more important to do than that. in your arms, you cradled a small bundle wrapped in a soft blue blanket that you always kept in the back of your car incase of emergencies.

spencer turned to face you, peering over his half-frame glasses, his eyes widened as he registered the unexpected arrival.

"what is that?"

"it’s a stray cat! poor thing looked lost and hungry," you replied, your eyes sparkling with excitement and adoration for the small feline in your arms.

spencer sighed, glancing over at his computer. "baby…you know we can't keep it. we don't even know if it has any diseases or—"

before he could finish his sentence, you walk over to him on the couch and gently place the blanket on spencer’s lap, revealing the wide-eyed tabby cat within.

the cat blinked up at him, its small frame barely filling the blanket.

"it fell asleep on my way here," you explain. "i couldn't just leave it out there. look at those eyes, spencer!"

the genius profiler shifted uncomfortably as he felt the warmth of the cat against his legs. he hesitated, torn between his logical reasoning and the undeniable innocence of the small creature. "we can't just keep it. we need to take it back where you found it. stray cats can carry various diseases, like feline leukaemia virus or even possibly—”

“who cares! look at that face!” you squeal, admiring the cat as it sat beside spencer on the leather couch.

as spencer went to reply, the cat stretched out its paws lazily, purring happily. against his better judgment, spencer found himself reaching down to stroke its fur.

you watched the two with a triumphant smile, sensing a softening in his resolve.

"it’s just a temporary thing," you assured him. "we can take it to the vet, make sure it's healthy, and find it a good home. but for now, can't we let it stay here? it seems to like you."

the cat, now nestled comfortably on spencer’s lap, seemed to agree with your sentiment, letting out a soft, satisfied purr. spencer couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him as he gently scratched behind the cat's ears.

"fine," he finally conceded, reluctantly giving in to the undeniable charm of the stray. "but only temporarily. we’re taking it to the vet first thing in the morning."

you beamed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. "thank you, spence. i knew you'd understand!”

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the next morning, in your shared bed, you turned to your side and saw the beloved stray cat nestled comfortably on spencer’s bare chest, purring softly. a smile tugged at your lips as you watched the peaceful scene, realizing that when spencer woke up and saw that, he couldn’t possibly rehome the innocent feline that seemed to like him so much.

eventually, you did manage to convince spencer to let the cat stay for another week, with the promise you would take it to the vet and make sure it was healthy. but before long, one week became two, then three. eventually—that small kitten ended up being a permanent part of your relationship, and a permanent resident in your shared apartment.

౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: the idea of sharing a pet with spencer lives in my head rent free. life is so unfair, why isn’t he real!

#criminal minds #romance #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #fluff #criminal minds smut #matthew gray gubler

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deadbolted · 2 months

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━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): college!au abby anderson x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW (mdni 18+), cursing, kissing, mentions of alcohol, fingering, praise, light slapping, & degrading.

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: abby swore she’d never catch feelings for you, but sometimes, all it takes is a little jealously to make someone change their mind.

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7K

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abby leaned against the wall of the crowded college party, nursing a red cup filled with lukewarm beer. her black muscle tee fit her sculpted biceps perfectly, and paired with her signature black cargo pants, she looked effortlessly good.

she hadn’t even really wanted to go out tonight, but her roommate, mel, had convinced her to come with the promise that there would be an endless number of girls for abby to take home. despite being one of her closest friends, mel didn’t know anything about the confusing situation abby had going on with you.

the two of you had an unspoken arrangement, one that suited you both perfectly. no strings attached, just occasional nights of intimacy to to ease the stress of college life. it had been working perfectly, well, until tonight.

as she stood in the corner, abby’s eyes scanned the room, seeking out familiar faces amidst the sea of drunken students. suddenly, she saw you. you were standing in the kitchen, with none other than ellie williams—abby’s sworn enemy since freshman year.

a pang of jealousy shot through abby's chest as she watched your smile widen in ellie's presence. abby knew she had no right to feel possessive over someone she claimed was just a casual fling, but seeing you cozying up to ellie, of all people, made her feel a level of possessiveness she’d never felt before. you were her girl, even if you weren’t actually her girl.

beside abby, stood a blonde girl from her psychology class, her breath hot against abby’s ear as she flirtatiously whispered, “wanna get out of here?” but abby merely shrugged her off, her attention fixed on you and ellie.

abby and ellie had been at odds since their freshman year, their rivalry fueled by a clash of personalities and competing interests. ellie was trouble, always had been. she was beautiful, charismatic, and utterly infuriating. the last person abby wanted to see you flirting with.

without a second thought, abby pushed herself away from the wall, determined to intervene. thanks to her large build and tall stature, abby easily weaved her way through the crowd of intoxicated teenagers, her jaw clenched and her eyes starring daggers into ellie’s side profile.

as soon as abby approached the two of you, she could see your smile falter and your demeanour change. sensing your unease, ellie turned to follow your eyes and saw abby walking up. “shit.” she mumbled, trying to prepare herself for the uncomfortable conversation that was about to occur.

“what do you want anderson? there’s plenty of other girls here you can bother.”

hearing ellie speak down to abby made you scowl, suddenly feeling like an object the two girls were fighting over, something they both wanted to take home, just to add another notch in their bedposts.

abby doesn’t bother to respond to ellie’s comment. instead, she grabs you by your arm and begins to walk away, but not before mumbling out “fuck off, williams.”

abby hurriedly drags you to the nearest bathroom, her grip on your arm still firm. “abby, what the fuck?” you ask, walking twice as fast as you usually would just to be able to keep up with her long strides. she doesn’t answer, instead she pounds on the bathroom door to warn anyone who might be in there.

luckily, it was unoccupied.

abby wastes no time in pushing you both into the small bathroom and locking the door behind her. finally, she turns to you, and you can see in her eyes how livid she is.

“what the fuck was that?” she asks, staring down at your shorter frame. “what was what? me talking to someone else?” you ask, rolling your eyes at how ridiculous having this conversation even was. “were you gonna fuck her?” abby asks, practically seething at this point, her chest rising up and down rapidly.

“and what if i was abby? huh? let me remind you, you were the one who said no strings attached. so it seems like, if i wanted to fuck ellie, i could go right ahead.” you say, pushing your pointer finger into her muscular chest to help get your point across.

without warning, abby grabs your hips and lifts you up onto the porcilen sink, your back hitting the wall behind you. “this what you wanted? huh? wanted me to see you with her and get jealous?” she asks, angrily grabbing at your tight fitting skirt, pulling up up with ease to reveal your red lace panties.

“don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout” you mumble, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back, but abby wasn’t having any of that.

“look at me when you’re speaking.” she spits, grabbing your cheeks, forcibly (but successfully,) regaining your attention. you open your eyes back up and look at her, feeling yourself grow wetter at her dominance.

she grabs at your underwear, pulling them down your thighs with ease. revealing your pussy glistening with slick, abby practically growls at the sight.

“this f’me? or you this wet for her.”

you both knew she was referring to ellie, and as you saw it, you could play it one of two ways—tease her, make her as jealous as she made you every-time she took home another girl, or be truthful and reveal how desperately you wanted her to be only yours.

“just for you abs. you’re the only one i want.” you reply truthfully, letting out a satisfied sigh when her fingers brush over your clit. “that’s what i like to here. all mine.” she mumbles before applying pressure to your clit, rubbing in those tight circles that make your eyes roll back with pleasure.

she leans forward and presses her weight against your thigh, now standing between your open legs. she leans forward to catch your lips in a kiss, desperately swallowing your moans.

the one hand that wasn’t furiously rubbing your clit, was on your thigh, rubbing it softly. a complete contrast to how rough she was being with her fingers.

she kisses you hard, all tongue and teeth, nothing sweet about it. “you like it when i stretch this pussy out better than anyone else could?” she asks, face in your neck as she slowly inserts her middle finger into you. you cant even begin to form words in this moment, so you eagerly nod at her words as reassurance. “you wanna cum?” “please” you beg, enjoying the feeling of her thick finger inside you, curling up to hit that spot only she could.

“then apologize.” she demands before adding another finger, stretching you out perfectly.

“what?” your eyes shoot open and look at her from your place on the sink, despite being sat on the counter, you’re barely any taller than her 6 foot frame.

“you heard me. apologize. apologize for forgetting that you’re fucking mine. no matter what.”

you knew she was being degrading, but with the way she was looking at you when she said it and how roughly she was fucking you, you couldn’t help but get butterflies at the idea of being hers.

“m’sorry, i’m all yours. i don’t want anyone else.”

seemingly satisfied with that answer, abby leans in to connect your lips again. now using her thumb to toy with your clit as her two fingers pumped in and out of you.

“that’s right. good girl.” she mumbles against your glossed lips.

with her fingers curling, and her mouth biting and sucking on your sensitive neck, you feel that knot building in your stomach, desperately urging you to cum on her fingers. “please m’gonna cum” you pant, breathy moans spilling out of your mouth endlessly.

“that’s it. cum on my fingers baby.” she urges, taking in the intoxicating sight in front of her. your hair was disheveled, your skirt was pushed up and bunched around your waist, and your lipstick was smudged, most of it now staining abby’s lips.

with her permission, you cum, your body spazzing and twitching with pleasure and you desperately ride her fingers, hoping to elongate the intense orgasm. you let out a loud moan that is easily silenced with the heavy music and bass thumping throughout the house.

“you’re so fucking pretty” she mutters, grabbing your jaw and forcing your body forward as she presses your lips together again.

she feels insane—no one has ever made her act like this, so possessive and jealous. she swore she wanted something casual, you were just supposed to be another one of her many flings. but it became clear to abby in that moment as she gently removes her fingers from inside you, that she had failed at keeping it casual. she was addicted to this, addicted to you.

your taste, your smell, the way you look at her with those innocent eyes while she’s pounding into you with her strap. all of it, she’s completely and utterly hooked on you.

“can we go now? this music is giving me a headache.” you mumble, breaking abby out of her daze of realization. suddenly exhausted from your intense orgasm, you decide you want nothing more than to curl into abby’s black shirt. “yeah, we can go.”

she effortlessly lifts you off the counter and back onto your own two feet, pulling down your skirt and brushing your hair behind your back. something so domestic that she never thought she’d do.

she quickly collects your red panties from off the tile floor and shoves them into her back pocket, which you thankfully don’t notice. she’d never live it down if you knew.

“y’know i don’t want her right?”

she looks at you, confused for a moment before realizing you were talking about the situation from earlier. she smiles sweetly at you, almost like she seems you as something more than an object for her desires.

and she does see you as more than that, so much more. she wants to tell you, really she does. she wants to ask you to be hers and only hers. she wants to stop tiptoeing around the fact that she has real, genuine feelings for you. the problem with that, though—it simply wasn’t in abby’s nature. she wasn’t good with words, or feelings, or her own emotions. so for now, she’d stick with casual hook ups and screaming i love you in her head everytime she looked at you. maybe one day, she’d finally she brave enough to admit to not only you, but to herself, that maybe, abby anderson was capable of more than one night stands in party bathrooms.

“yeah, baby. i know.” she tells you before grabbing your hand and walking you back to her car, ready to take you back to your dorm and fall asleep with you in her arms.

౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: jealous abby lives in my head rent free!

#abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby smut #abby and ellie #abby anderson smut #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #smut #fluff #fanfic #abby fanfiction

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deadbolted · 2 months

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━━ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): ellie williams x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kissing, established relationship, fluff, pet names, cuddling, heavy petting, implied sexual themes at the end.

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: early mornings with ellie (and your polaroid camera.)

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 660

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the sun is just beginning to peek through the white curtains, casting a warm glow into the room. the world outside is quiet as you and ellie lay together in your shared bed.

slowly, your eyes flutter open, the bright rays of sun shining through your linen curtains disturbing your peaceful slumber. still half asleep, you look over to check the alarm clock resting on your bedside table. it was just before 6 am, and you had patrol starting at 8.

realizing it was unlikely you would have enough time to have anything other than a short nap, you decide to stay awake until it was time for patrol.

turning over, you face ellie’s sleeping frame, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep. you can’t help but smile at the way her messy hair fell across her face, and the way her features softened in slumber. usually she was so tough, always acting as if nothing could bother her. like this, though, in the safety of your bed, she seemed so gentle.

lost in admiration, you couldn't resist reaching out to brush a strand of auburn hair away from ellie’s face. this sudden disturbance caused ellie to stir, her eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. a sleepy smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she teased, "take a picture, it'll last longer."

unbeknownst to ellie, you gladly take her suggestion and reach for the baby blue polaroid camera resting on your bedside table.

with a mischievous grin, you sit up and crawl over to ellie, straddling her sheet covered lap with the polaroid in your hands.

as you hold the camera above her, ellie's droopy eyes widened in surprise, a playful glint dancing in her gaze as she realized what you were about to do.

she raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a grin, "getting up close and personal, huh? make sure you get my good side baby." she said, her voice still raspy from just waking up.

you simply grin in response, pressing the button on the camera and capturing the moment in a flash of light.

“say cheese!”

as the photo developed in your hands, you couldn't help but admire the way ellie’s eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with laughter. determined to capture more memories, you snap a few more photos, each one a reminder of the love and happiness you share. ellie playfully posed for each shot, her laughter filling the room.

after a dozen different polaroids littered the bed, you finally set the camera aside. looking down at ellie from your place in her lap, you smiled at her. she eagerly grabbed your hips with her strong hands and began rubbing her thumb up and down on the soft skin. “g’morning baby” she says lovingly, puckering her lips to ask for a kiss. you happily oblige and lean in to kiss her. what you thought was a peck turns into something more, and somehow ellie ends up on top of you.

pulling away, you place your hands on the sides of her freckled face. “i love you” you state, looking into her hazel eyes. you can’t help but feel grateful at the way love had brought you together in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.

“i love you more.” she states matter-of-factly.

you cut her off by leaning in once more, desperate to feel her lips on yours. she happily goes along with it, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. you let her tongue into your mouth as you both grow more desperate for each other, grabbing at each others shirts.

suddenly, ellie pulls away, looking down at your disheveled state. your bed head was crazier now, and your shirt was riding up to display your bare stomach.

silently, she reached over you and picked something up. with a cheeky grin, she shows you the polaroid camera in her hand.

“my turn.”

౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you to the lovely ari for requesting this! i hope i did it justice and you enjoyed it! thank you for reading and as always, thanks for stopping by.

#ellie williams #tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #tlou2 #romance #ellie williams smut

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deadbolted · 2 months

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━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): spencer reid x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW (mdni 18+), kissing, established relationship, sub spencer, softdom-ish reader, praise kink, handjob, & oral sex (m receiving)

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: spencer is exhausted after a long day at work. he just needs to be taken care of, who are you to deny him of that?

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2:41am on a friday night, and spencer finally trudged through the door of your shared apartment, exhaustion etched into his features. the day had been particularly rough, each case more taxing than the last, and all he wanted to do was come home. to his familiar space, to his bed, to you.

as he closed the door behind him and dropped his bag, he was greeted by silence. this wasn’t unusual since it was already almost 3 am, and he didn’t expect you to say up and wait for him. spencer sighed, letting the tension drain from his body as he took off his beaten up converse and made his way toward the living room.

when he entered the room cluttered with books and old records, he saw you seated on the old leather couch, a soft smile on your lips as you looked up from your book. your eyes met his, and immediately you saw how tired he looked. his brown hair was slightly ruffled, and his hazel eyes could barely stay open.

“rough day baby?” you ask, setting your book aside and rising to your feet. spencer nodded, his shoulders sagging. "yeah, you could say that." you knew what that meant — spencer wasn’t in the talking mood.

without another word, you wrap your arms around him in a comforting embrace. spencer didn’t fight it, instead he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent, feeling the tension slowly melt away. when you pulled away after a moment, he let out a whine, clearly wanting to stay in your embrace.

“why don’t we get you something to eat spence?” you suggest, grabbing his hand to lead him to the kitchen.

“don’t want that…want somethin’ else.”

you turn back to him with his hand still interlocked with yours, a confused look on your face. “what do you want?” he feels his cheeks heat up as he makes eye contact with you, almost embarrassed to ask for what he actually wants. “wan’ you.” he pleads, looking at you with those familiar puppy dog eyes.

you feel butterflies swarm in the pit of your stomach with his words. spencer wasn’t usually so forward with his needs, but his exhaustion was setting in, and he didn’t have the energy to be bashful.

“okay spence, c’mon let’s go to bed.”

without another word, you lead him to your shared bedroom, adorned with books and loose pieces of paper scattered around the room. once he’s standing in front of the bed, you place your hand to his chest and press, pushing his weight onto the bed so you’re now standing over him. he holds his weight up with his elbows as he looks up at you. his soft hazel eyes bore into your eyes, begging for something, anything.

your hands travel to the bottom of his grey sweater vest. "can i take it off?" you ask, already knowing the answer. he nods and you waste no time taking it off. next you unbutton the white dress shirt he was wearing, and finally untie the satin tie around his neck.

as soon as you get him undressed your hands start roaming his pale chest. he shivers when your nails rake over the light trail of hair on his lower abdomen. he mutters your name and you can feel his cock, hard and straining against his jeans. you lean forward between his legs, your lips ghosting over his bare chest. you drag your lips down from his chest, until you reach his stomach, your lips pressing kisses on his pale skin.

“need your mouth, baby, please.”

hearing those words, you look at up him through your lashes. his head is thrown back and his mouth is hung open. you can feel the wetness pooling in your cotton sleep shorts just from the sight of him, your thighs rubbing together in search of friction.

“it’s okay baby, ‘m gonna take care of you.” you tell him, unzipping his pants and tugging the denim material down his thighs. the sudden urge to take care of him, to please him becomes overwhelming. you eagerly set him free from the confines of his boxers and his cock springs up, slapping his stomach. it’s hard and begging for a release, the sight of it alone enough to make you drool.

you waste no more time as you lean forward and let your tongue run all over his shaft, humming with satisfaction as you taste him. his breathing becomes sporadic as he lets out small whimpers from the stimulation. slowly, you take more of him in your mouth until you can’t take anymore, using your hands to pump the rest of his length.

spencer whimpers as he looks down at you, his hands reaching for you to gather your hair, collecting the loose pieces and getting them out of your way. even when his mind was hazy from the pleasure, he managed to be considerate. you reward his kindness by hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder, causing his hips to thrust forward involuntarily.

“oh, fuck. yes, please, please don’t stop.” he pleads, his voice strained from the pleasure he felt. you continue to move your head up and down, his hands guiding your head gently. after a moment, you take him out of your mouth with a pop, looking up at him as your hand continues to stroke him. his once combed brown hair now disheveled, and his slender fingers cling onto the dark green comforter. he was a sight for sore eyes, and boy, were you glad you were the only one who got to see him like this.

“y’look so pretty like this, spence. doin’ so good for me.” the praise you give him goes straight to his cock, making him buck into your hand. “your mouth feels so fuckin’ good. gonna make me cum.” he warns, panting heavily as his head falls back against the pillows.

hearing his mindless babbling only motivates you to make him cum faster. putting him back in your mouth, you’re determined to make him finish. after all, he’s been so stressed, he’s earned it. you push your head down until his cock is hitting the back of your throat, testing the strength of your gag reflex, but you push through. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum, wanna cum in your mouth.” he tells you, desperate for a release. you hollow your cheeks one last time and shortly after, he’s cumming down your throat, the salty taste lingering on your tongue.

a few seconds later, you lift you head up, finally getting a full breath of air. once regaining your breath, you stand up off your knees and look down at him. he’s a mess, in every sense of the word. his clothes are discarded haphazardly, his hair is damp with a light layer of sweat, and his chest is rising rapidly with his heavy breaths. nevertheless, he’s beautiful.

“felt s’good baby, you’re amazing.” he mumbled lazily, exhausted from his long day and now his intense orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks. still, he looks up and stretches his arms out for you, desperately seeking your comfort. you let your body fall onto the bed beside him, curling up onto his bare chest. he looks down at you on his chest, you sense his stare on you and look up to meet his gaze. he gives you a look of admiration before leaning in softly and kissing you. you gladly lean in and enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours. a kiss filled with adoration, love, and comfort. no matter how chaotic his day at work is, spencer knows he can always find comfort in you.

without warning, he rolls over to hover over top of you, using his palms to hold him up above you. the dainty silver chain around his neck dangling near your face. you had gotten it for him for his birthday—a simple silver pendant with your initials on it, so he’d always have something to remind him of you.

“what’re you doin’ spence?” you ask, smiling up at him lovingly. “it’s your turn, baby.” he whispers, looking down at you with a smile. “i mean…if you insist.” you tease, before grabbing the back of his neck and leaning in to kiss him again.

౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: my first fic is finally posted. it feels very scary to post this but i’m so excited to start writing on here. hope you enjoy! and as always, thanks for stopping by.

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