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[men-tailored-creator-3]

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[holybibly]

These are my unholy hours

I'm pretty sure that San is one of the members who really wants to have sex after the concert. He's got too much adrenaline and horny energy in him, even though he's physically tired. He needs it badly.

Even after leaving the stage, San could still feel the wild rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. His whole body was vibrating with the excitement and need he had felt throughout the concert, making it difficult at times for him to concentrate on his surroundings. He was completely distracted by the thought of how he was going to fuck you when it was all over. He was so into the idea that he wouldn't have minded if he had to get you down on all fours in the middle of the changing room while the other members were still there. After all, he never seemed to mind being watched. 

God, he was in need of you like hell. And he needed you now. 

As soon as they could leave the stage, San grabbed your arm and pushed you into the next dressing room, kissing everything he could get his hands on. The situation you now found yourself in wasn't new at all; you were kneeling before him, licking his hard cock sweetly, while San tried his best to keep quiet. He's always been such a damn loud boy, moaning and groaning, never able to keep his mouth shut, telling you all the time how good he feels and how much he loves you. And you're totally enjoying it, despite the fact that you've had to soundproof the whole flat to muffle all those endless pleas and long, melodic moans.

You weren't at all worried that one of the members might have caught you; you were more worried that the staff might wonder where the hell San was if he still had a VIP appointment with the fans and would be on the lookout for him. But when San grabbed you by the hair and pushed his cock deeper into your warm, welcoming mouth, that thought went completely out of your head. 

"Yeah, baby, that's right. Take some more." He whispered, panting slightly.  His head was thrown back, his mouth was open, and sweat was dripping down his neck and down his gorgeously muscled chest, making him so delicious and fuckable. He held your head still as his hard cock slid over your tongue until the head was in contact with the back of your throat. You gave a muffled moan around his thick girth, sending pleasurable vibrations through the sensitive velvet flesh. San had to bite his lip to keep the loud, prolonged moan from escaping his lips. You always knew how to make his head spin. 

"Oh fuck, YN." He was already on the verge, thrusting his hips harder as your tongue wrapped around him in a hot, wet caress. Fuck, he's going to come too fast if you don't stop. Fuck. So he quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth, all shiny and wet from your saliva and copious pre-cum. San pulled you up aggressively, lifted you off his lap, and planted a dirty kiss on your lips. He was the kind of man who preferred long, deep kisses, but there was no time for that now, and it made him whimper pitifully. "Later," San promised himself. "He'll kiss you properly later, when you're at home, tangled up in the sheets with his cock up to your balls. It is definitely an excellent plan.

"Bend over for me, baby; I need you so bad." His sultry voice scorched the tender skin on the side of your ear, and his lips left air kisses on the graceful shape of the lobe. 

Leaning over one of the makeup tables, you easily complied. San quickly pulled up your skirt, cursing under his breath at the sight that you had no underwear at all. 

"Fuck, you've been without your panties the whole time, baby. You're so slutty." He chuckled softly before giving you a light slap on your wet pussy. You managed to cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the needy whimper that was bursting out of you at the sight of his action. Feeling how wet and ready you are for him, San runs his fingers along your folds. 

His perfect little girl. 

"You're so wet for me; is it because you sucked me off, or are you just a slut in need of attention? You need my cock so bad. Don't you, baby?" San's mockery is in spite of the fact that it was he who had you here in the first place. As the head of his cock rubs against your folds, hitting your sensitive clit a few times, all you can do is nod and whimper. 

San does not give you any warning before he slowly slips it into your little pussy. Both of you hiss as he does so: you at the way his thick girth stretches your velvety walls, and San at how sensitive he already was and the way your pussy squeezes around him, almost restricting any movement at all. You were still fucking tight, no matter how many times he fucked you.

"You have to be quiet, baby. Do you understand? When we get home, I'm going to fuck you good, but for now, you need to be obedient and take what you're given. Got that?" 

You nodded, but that wasn't the answer he had in mind. San slapped your thigh hard, the mark of his palm standing out like a bright red stain compared to your milky skin. 

"Use your words." It was a silent command.

"Yes, yes, I understand you, San." You wanted to come across as collected and cold-blooded, but all you got out of it was a pathetic sob. 

"That's my little girl." He said this before he started to move. A push was all it took for you to feel how your legs were starting to weaken. God, he sure did know how to make use of those hips. Smooth rolling over and over, getting stronger and stronger until it developed into a steady, deep rhythm. You let out soft, panting moans with each powerful thrust, trying hard to hide them, the palm pressed over your mouth doing nothing. 

"San..." You whimpered as his fingers dug painfully into your thighs as he held you in place. The sounds of sex are always recognisable, so if anyone walked by, they would immediately guess what was going on behind the closed dressing room door.

San wrapped his arm around your neck and gave it a light squeeze. 

"I told you to keep quiet, didn't I, darling?" He leaned over you and pressed his muscular chest against your back, his hot breath brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. Fuck, what you'd give to be able to sink your teeth into those magnificent muscles right now? You wanted to lick him clean like a piece of candy.

"I'll be quiet, I promise." You really don't want to upset him, but the way his cock is sliding all over you in all the right places is making it all the more difficult. 

San doesn't say anything else as he begins to leave wet, purple hickeys on the back of your neck, driving deeper and deeper into your supple body. 

He knew you would keep quiet because you were always trying to be a good girl for him. San was starting to move faster and faster, making it harder for you to stay quiet for him, but you were still trying hard not to make a single squeak.

"You're such a slut, letting me fuck you in the dressing room in front of everyone. Did I turn you on that much, Kitty? You were thinking about me while I was up there on the stage, weren't you? I could have fucked you right there on the stage, and it wouldn't have been a problem for you. You're just a needy little girl who can't wait for her handsome boyfriend to fill her up with his thick cock, aren't you?" San whispered in a sultry voice, his thrusts getting harder with each sentence. You couldn't even answer him; you were too consumed with pleasure. The only thing that was holding you up now was San's hands on your hips. "You're such a slut, Y/N." As your walls tightened around him in response to the dirty words San whispered into your ear, a loud moan escaped his soft lips.

He comes out of you in an abrupt way, turns you around, and lifts you up so that you can wrap your legs around his small waist. Immediately picking up the same pace as before, San slides back into your pussy. Your hands cling tightly to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, leaving red, angry marks that you'll lick up later when you get home, and you warm his cock sweetly in your pussy as you bathe together. 

San's arm wraps around your neck again and crushes you to death. He has always loved to see how you inhale softly, how your eyes roll back in your head, and how you become so soft and docile in his arms.  The change in position caused his cock to enter you at a new angle, the head of it hitting a super-sensitive lump of nerves each time, sending you to the heavens with each sharp thrust of his hips. 

"God, San, I'm gonna come." You whimpered and pressed your lips against his neck. A scattering of seductive freckles beckoned you to leave as many kisses there as possible. 

"Don't you dare do that. You will wait for me, and you will cum with me. Do you understand?"  You were on the verge of tears; your orgasm was so close, you could almost taste it. Your hips were starting to shake, everything was getting blurry, and you could feel that you were starting to lose touch with reality.

"Please... San, I can't stand it any longer." You are practically on the verge of suffocation now.  "You can cum, but I'll still use your pussy." It didn't matter to you so much. Your eyes rolled back and your teeth clenched into San's shoulder to muffle the loud scream of his name as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. A loud squelching filled the room along with jets of fluid spurting from your pussy, soaking San's trousers and onto his shirt. God damn it, he loves it when you squirt. 

"Well done." He praises you, kisses the curve of your neck, and increases the amplitude of his thrusts as he fucks you deep and hard. San did it really well; he knew how to make you squeal.

"You like being a little slut for me, don't you? Just a toy for me, to be used for my own pleasure. You're always so ready; your pussy is always wet for me. My darling, all you want is for me to use you." With these last words, his thrusts became sharper and more aggressive than before. "Now I'll just use you as a cock sleeve because that's all you are. My beautiful bitch that I can use any way I want to and any place I want to."

You could feel the overstimulation hitting you; it was almost burning you from the inside out, mixing the pleasure and the pain into a searing, intoxicating cocktail. But if it was San's intention to take advantage of you, you were at his beck and call. 

San pressed your breasts against his, his soft lips in contact with the nape of your neck. 

"God, I'm going to fill you up, damn it. I want everyone to know that you belong to me." He growls as he bites down hard on your neck. You know he's going to suck on that spot like a leech afterwards, kissing it and licking it with an endless stream of apologies. 

He let out a low moan as he came into you, and you sobbed, twitching weakly in his arms as you felt his hot, viscous cum fill you. 

"San, I feel so fucking good when I am with you." You moan as you run your fingernails over the fuckable shoulders that have driven millions of groupies to madness. 

San takes a moment to recover and pulls out of you. He watches in awe as his sperm starts to dribble out of you. San picks up his cum with his fingers and smears it over your swollen folds before he pushes it back into the hole he has used up. You try your best not to squirm, but San makes it impossible for you to do so.

When you start to whimper, he finally stops playing with his cum and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. God, he's so goddamn sweet; you're so crazy about him. 

"Thank you, baby. I needed that so much." San murmurs against your lips. 

"Anything for you, Sannie. Now let's get out of here; everyone's probably looking for you. Hongjoong is going to be so pissed off when he finds out about this."

#ateez smut #kpop smut #san smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #ateez unholy hours #smut #choi san smut #ateez imagines #san x reader

[justaforestfaerie]

I followed because someone reblogged your gorgeously fuckable tits. 1000/10 recommend

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Crenny (Craig x Kenny) Blush

Thank you for the prompt! I really needed a break from crenny angst so here’s just a good old-fashioned story where everyone has a good time. I hope you enjoy!

*

What would make Craig Tucker blush?

Kenny had a bad habit of accepting bets without a thought. It was easy money, accepting bets. Do something outrageous, get ten dollars. Who wouldn’t go for it? That could buy groceries! And the reward for causing Craig to be undone was too good to pass up. Thirty dollars for a simple blush.

“That’s kind of unfair,” Stan said after Cartman had laid the bet out. “You should pick someone else so it’s at least doable.”

They were gathered around a table in Kyle’s dorm room, ready to head out to a party. A party where, rumor has it, Craig would sulk in a corner because Clyde had dragged him there and Craig had presumably made a blood pact to always be a wingman.

“Thirty dollars.” Cartman laid three ten-dollar bills on the table, one after the other. “Thirty dollars if you make Craig blush before the party’s over. Come on, Kenny.” He flaunted a bill. “You know you want this. Thirty dollars, Kenny.”

“Stop that.” Kyle snatched the bill and returned it on the table beside the others. “Why are you so obsessed with playing matchmaker? Didn’t you learn anything from the time—”

“I’ll do it,” Kenny said. Obviously. He would’ve done it for five dollars, or for free since it was Craig—not because he had any special feelings for the guy, but just because a blush on that stone-cold face would be a sight to behold. “Throw in twenty more and I’ll blow him under a table.”

“Don’t,” Kyle said when Cartman looked like he just might.

“Yeah,” Stan said. “You can’t play with people’s feelings like that.”

So the bet remained simple: for thirty dollars, make Craig Tucker blush before the end of the night. It was for the best. The added incentive of twenty dollars would’ve had Kenny on his knees, which would force some serious introspection about his sexuality that he’d be happier contemplating outside the realm of a bet. For now, he considered himself a thrill-sexual whose life’s mission was to get a rise out of Craig. For thirty dollars. Only because of the thirty dollars.

And because it’d be a treat to see Craig Tucker reduced to a blushing mess, but really it was for the thirty dollars. The blowjob remained optional.

+

The frat house looked surprisingly nice for a frat house in Boulder, Colorado. A couple drunk girls giggled beside the steps leading to the house, ducked out of view behind a vine-covered lattice. They yelled out giggled greetings as Kenny opened the door to the party, but he was on a mission and no amount of giggling could distract him.

“Where’s Craig?” Cartman asked as soon as the door closed behind them, so Kenny wasn’t the only one invested in this bet.

It would be hard to spot Craig even in a well-lit room full of respectful partygoers, but in a crowd of drunken bastards and flashing lights of too many colors in the otherwise dark room, it was tricky to find a man who didn’t want to be found.

“There.” Stan pointed at a white couch in a moderately secluded area behind a horde of people. “He looks bored.”

“No shit,” Kenny said. Craig had a serious case of RBF, or Resting Bored Face, alongside an even more deadly affliction of being effortlessly handsome. Really it was the perfect combination for the blush of a lifetime; a little pink on those perfectly sculpted cheeks would make anyone’s knees weak.

“Go, Kenny!” Cartman gave a push that only made Kenny stumble. “Thirty dollars, Kenny. Thirty dollars!”

“Shut up. I’m strategizing.”

What could make Tucker blush? He didn’t seem like the type to blush at nudity, so pantsing him was out of the question. Anything quick was unlikely to work against such a calm and restrained person. No, this was an endurance sport. So heavy flirting with a side of groping? Respectfully, of course. No hand on dick allowed.

Yeah, that’d do the trick.

“Okay,” Kenny said. “Keep those dollars ready for me.”

Craig sat on the couch, deliciously detached from the party around him. Surely he wouldn't mind company. Kenny headed through the crowd of people and sidled beside his expressionless target.

“Hi, Craig,” Kenny said with a smile because if someone came up to him with a smile and his name on their lips, he’d already be on the fast track to a red face.

Craig, however, barely turned his head. “Hey.”

Clearly this would not be a straight road to victory. What kind of flirting produced the most blushing, anyway? For Kenny, a compliment would get the job done, so that was his next angle.

“Have I ever told you,” he started with the sultriest voice he could summon, “that you're ridiculously handsome?”

Nothing. No blush or even a vaguely bashful blink. Craig barely even acknowledged Kenny. If the roles had been reversed, at least Kenny would have the common decency to become a blushing mess.

“You haven't,” Craig said.

“Well, you are.” Kenny moved closer. He would get a reaction, no matter what. He nudged Craig’s chin. “Look at me for a second. Just real quick.”

Craig looked. “Why?”

“Because I, uh.” In this closeness, staying focused was not easy. “Just. Your eyes. Nice color.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“And, and!” Kenny booped Craig's nose. “I've never seen anyone with such a powerful nasal… part. Like the bridge. And it's so well-placed, right in the middle.”

He might have been grasping at straws. He was warm and tense and his heart wouldn’t calm down.

“Did you do shrooms?” Craig asked.

“No. I'm just admiring your gorgeousness.” Kenny shimmied closer, smushing their legs together. “If I were gay, I'd let you do whatever you want to me.”

Craig didn't move away. Not that he had any space to move to, but it still stirred something in Kenny's stomach—knowing Craig could’ve gotten up if he didn't find the advances flattering, and yet he stayed right there.

“If you were gay?” Craig asked.

“Yeah.” Kenny dared a hand on Craig's knee. “I'd lay down and let you do me.”

“That makes you a little gay.”

Kenny faltered. “Yeah, well, everyone's a little gay. I'm just saying you could—”

“No, that makes you a little gay. Unless you're only saying it because that fat fuck who's watching us dared you to do this.”

Kenny glanced over at Cartman, who was not being subtle about his giddy voyeurism.

“No, he just, uh.” An unfortunate warmth spread around Kenny’s cheeks, and the only excuse he could think of would only make it worse. “He knows I have a crush on you. That's why he's watching.”

“Oh,” Craig said. No blush, not even in the face of a love confession.

But the difficulty only made it more of a thrill. This was the time to commit, and commit hard.

Kenny rubbed Craig's knee. “Yeah. I have a huge crush on you. Because you don't take any bullshit and I find it really hot.” It wasn't exactly a lie, and Kenny didn't have time to untangle why it was so easy to say these things to Craig.

“And that's why you're touching me?”

Kenny's hand ventured toward the inner thigh. “Am I being too forward?”

Craig put his hand over Kenny's and leaned closer. “No. Go as far as you want to.”

Kenny could barely breathe with that gorgeous face so close to his. “You’re into this?”

“I am. You're kind of handsome yourself.”

Now Kenny's face was properly burning. “Really?”

“Sure, why not.” Craig moved their hands to Kenny's leg instead, to a danger zone that immediately made Kenny's blood rush. “I could take you out someday. Just us, a couple drinks or a movie.”

A movie and perhaps a blowjob in the parking lot. Knees on gravel, hands in hair, a messy scene of desperate—

Kenny blinked. "Wait, are you fucking with me?”

“Are you fucking with me?” Craig took his hand away and left a need in Kenny's body. “Because that'd be messed up.”

“I'm not,” Kenny said, and somehow it was true. “We can go on a date if you want.”

For only a moment, Craig seemed uncertain. “You’re committed to this act, aren’t you?”

Maybe a bit of making out would leave Craig red in the face. Kenny leaned closer. “What if we kiss? Would you believe me then?”

“Only if you're convincing.”

That sounded like permission. Or another dare.

Some might say Kenny was at the whim of his impulses, and when Kenny found himself climbing into Craig's lap and wrapping his arms around his neck, he started to think it might be true.

“I won't get up,” Kenny said, “until your face is bright red.”

Craig's hands landed on Kenny's ass. “Good luck.”

Kenny's heart hammered as he leaned in and he didn't have the restraint to pretend he could take this at any pace. The second their lips touched, Kenny melted into the kiss and pulled Craig closer by the collar. For years, Craig had been a distant fantasy, a gorgeous face teasing Kenny’s dreams, too good to be true. Kenny started moving his hips, rocking into the kiss, then decided he was still only doing it because of the dare. This was only to make Craig blush. And writhe. And put his cock in Kenny's mouth later.

“Ah, fuck,” Kenny moaned into Craig's lips. “Craig.”

If they hadn't been in the middle of possibly watching eyes, this would've been the moment it got serious. A clothes off, cocks out, messily making out kind of serious.

Craig pushed Kenny only enough to force them to part. “You’re not pretending?”

Kenny was about to dive in again, but—

A blush! The tiniest smudge of pink had spread on Craig's face, which made him look so fuckable that ‘a little gay’ was dangerously close to becoming ‘very fucking gay’.

“I guess not.” Kenny brushed his thumb against the pink cheek and admired his handiwork. “You're gorgeous, Tucker. How was I supposed to resist?”

The blush deepened. “So we're really going on a date?”

A date with Craig Tucker? Holding hands and kissing and just being together until sunrise, lips sore from exploring. Kenny’s heart rate climbed at the mere fantasy.

“Yes, please.” He punctuated his words with a quick kiss, and he stayed close as he whispered, “I need to get you alone.”

“Okay,” Craig said, a bit breathless, and it took all of Kenny's willpower not to spend the rest of the party trying to reduce Craig into a blushing mess.

+

Later, Kenny met Cartman on the outskirts of the party.

“I'm going on a date with Craig Tucker,” Kenny said with a smile that just wouldn’t go away. Then he held out a hand, palm up. “And he blushed, so pay up.”

After he had paid for popcorn with Cartman's money, he kissed Craig in the dark theater. Not because of a bet, not for a dare, not for anything other than the need to feel those lips against his again. And later, in the cozy darkness of Craig’s bedroom, he got the blushing mess he had fantasized about long before the bet.

#south park #crenny #my fics #i could write a longer fic based on this #a whole story of bets and accepting one's bisexuality #bets and bisexuals #what a terrible title #it's a wip

[distoretion]

✿ Val generally would be too shy to do this, so I guess give Tor a naughty dream? xD

✿- Getting into the shower/bath with them

“Agori Mou?” 

Tor heard the creak of the bathroom door as he turned on the shower, causing him to pause in the act of stepping inside. Expecting to see it open just the barest sliver so Val could call out to him, he instead turned to find it wide open, the young woman in question standing in the center of it wearing nothing but a towel.

“Holy fuck-” He blinked, suddenly very aware that he was wearing even less than she was, unsure if he should try to cover up. He made the token effort to cover his crotch at least, smiling down at her as he tried to keep his eyes on her face. “Hey, Val, sorry I forgot to lock the door... ye’re gonna have t’ wait yer turn though, I was just getting ready t’ step in.”

“Wh-why?” She asked, stepping further into the bathroom as she clutched at the flimsy towel wrapped around her, her skin flushed with what he assumed was embarrassment. “I, I was thinking I could sh-shower with you. Maybe I could, c-could wash you like I used to?”

“Ya do know ya used t’ do that when I was a dog, right?” He chuckled, stepping fully into the tub now and moving to close the curtain. “Ya’d be way too embarrassed t’ do it now. Gimme five minutes, an’ then ya can-”

“I-I’m not!” She interrupted him, more force behind the words than he expected as she reached forward to take his hand before it could close around the curtain. “I, I’m not too embarrassed, I c-can prove it.”

Stepping up right in front of him, her royal blue eyes caught his, making sure he was watching as she dropped her towel to the floor and left herself completely exposed.

He breathed in sharply, unable to stop himself as his eyes darted down to take in her gorgeous body. They roamed over her breasts and thighs, finding it all even more tantalizing than he could have imagined. His vision narrowed in on her perfect hips, finding the spot beneath the lush green of her pubes and staring in wonder, the lengthy cock between his own legs growing harder at the sight. 

“S-see?” Val said, stepping onto the tub with him and bringing the two of them beneath the warm spray of the water, their bodies pressing in close until they were a hair’s breadth from touching. “I c-can do it, so...”

“Val...” Shit, she was really... He swallowed hard, letting her reach out to touch his chest, her fingers slowly tracing the droplets of water as they ran down his body. He could feel himself growing more and more turned on, his member rising until it brushed against her stomach, making them both gasp.

“You, y-you r-really are a μεγάλος τύπος...” Val said, her voice so warm and breathy that it nearly made him groan with desire. Her eyes shifted from his face down to his rapidly hardening dick, her hands following closely behind, shaking ever so slightly as they reached out to touch it. “M-may I...?”

“Yes...!” He managed to croak out, and then next second her warm hands were around his cock, snapping any last threads holding him back as he reached out to grab hold of her perfect, gorgeously fuckable body-

Only for him to wake up clutching nothing but a tangle of sheets, his body soaked in sweat and his breath coming in sharp pants.

“Fuuuuuuck.....” He groaned, thumping his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. “These already?”  

Rolling out of bed, he looked down at the thing still throbbing between his thighs, sighing deeply. “Time fer a real fuckin’ ice shower.” 

#nsfc #sex dreams #smut #he was expecting one of these eventually lol #kjsupernova

[stunudo]

Move It

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dr. Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Setting: Season 5

Previous Chapter   / Series Masterlist /  Smuturday Masterlist

A/N: Happy Smuturday! It’s been so long since I have written something in this series. I hope you have fun with it! THIS IS ALL SMUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. A little bit of Dom! Spencer and Masturbation included. Italics are Spencer’s POV. xoxo Stu

******

You sat patiently on the edge of the bed, shoulders back, legs comfortably open, not excessively exhibitionistic. Your head was level, face impassive and body completely bare. The room wasn’t cold, but the settings on the thermostat would soon roll back, and as you sat waves of shivers traveled the length of your spine, the crest of your arms, sending your legs tensing and core spasming.

Impatience had gotten you in this situation, so you occupied your time by singing in your head. Occasionally a hum or lyric would slip through your lips, but there really wasn’t any harm done. Slowly the anticipation and frustration began itching you. And the longer you waited, the longer it needed to be scratched. Slowly you began sliding your hands up and down your smooth thighs. Your hands warmed the tender flesh, soft luxurious strokes inching closer to your heat. Your knees slid open, as your fingers began to skirt around your folds.

Spencer was taking forever, you had waited long enough. You began with a slow and sensuous pace, familiar yet tinged with the uncertainty of being caught. Your dominant hand started teasing your folds, fingers pulsing over your clit. Your other hand continued to glide over your body, enjoying the way your soft palm felt against your curves and planes. You knew the moment Spencer got home because the keys rattled and the door opened. You didn’t stop, the tension was slowly building and you knew you had time. A pinch of your nipple and a deeper grind against your mound sent a gasp into the night.

He would find you. He’s close. Don’t get caught, Y/N. But your body betrayed you, the want coating your fingers as you continued pleasuring your self. SO close, you increased your pace and bit down on your lip. And just as your muscles tightened to prepare for descent, a firm cough sent your eyes bursting open.

****

Spencer wasn’t surprised, he knew Y/N wasn’t a patient person. But seeing her spread out on the edge of the bed, facing the door her tender fingers disappearing inside of her. was delectable. He should punish her, for not listening and for not waiting, again. But right now the blood had left the logical parts of his body. So much for that hefty IQ when she was ready and so gorgeously fuckable.

“Looks like someone doesn’t want to follow the rules,” Spencer tried to keep his tone serious, but all he wanted to do was join in.

“It was a stupid rule,” Y/N answered breathily. “Sir.”

He clenched his jaw, the taunt would not be ignored. She sat back up, body tense and hands on her knees. Slowly her breathing evened and her eyes became more alert. It took four minutes for him to reply, “Since you have no respect for my instructions, you are going to be taught a lesson.”

Her eyes looked up to him, but her posture stayed true. She was doing so well, pride surged through him as he began to undress. Down to his pants and undershirt, Spencer paced around the bed, thinking about how he wanted her. The cane a formality at this point, keeping him from rushing or over twisting himself over her pile of clothes.

“First I want you to pick up your dirty clothes, Y/N. My room isn’t a hamper.” She stood slowly and scooped them up in a single armful. “Y/N, with your teeth.” Spencer watched as she sighed through her frustration. Dropping the clothing back on to the floor. He leaned against one of the corners of the bed, as she got down on all fours. Her ass calling for a good swatting. His fingers danced on the head of his cane as she crawled over the wooden floorboard to the basket. She took her pants first, he could see her folds as she retreated, still glistening in the dim bedroom light. It took her less than two minutes, but he reveled in her waiting on the floor on her knees.

“Alright, Y/N, face down, bent over the bed. Hands above your head.”

****

His tone was light, but the darkness in his eyes told you not to question. You stood, core spasming with anticipation. You linked your fingers together and held them above your head in a stretch. Spencer licked his lips, eyebrow hitching in challenge as you fell playfully down onto the bed. His quilt was worn and soft, you inched your hips backwards, steadying yourself against the height of the bed.

Finally he approached your haunches, he set his cane beside you, its detailed carvings fell against your hip. The quiet swirling of Spencer’s hands rubbing together put you on high alert, your arms pricked with goosebumps. Firmly he clamped his palms on the meat of your ass, the tissue puckering through his strong fingers. He rubbed the cheeks, as you kept your eyes locked on the headboard, as the muscles of your stomach clenched.

“You’ve disobeyed me twice. And deemed my rules as stupid, Y/N.” Spencer’s voice was a biting whisper. “I think you know that you must be punished.”

You nodded your head. “What’s that, love?”

“I should be punished.” Your voice cut off into a moan as his fingers brushed against your folds.

“And so you shall,” Spencer stepped back from your body, the loss of contact alarming as the room turned silent. The sudden clap and rush of blood to your right cheek caused you to flinch. You didn’t cry out, but waited for the next spanking. He was using his bare hand, he liked to feel the heat from your body and his meet.

He hit you twice on the left side in quick succession. Your body squirmed against the blanket, the air chilly as your butt stung. He finished you off with a massive strike to your right side, a strangled whimper caught in your throat. His fingertips traced the outlines he had left on your flesh.

“You need to learn to listen to my instructions, Y/N.” Spencer continued to stroke and pinch your burning backside, but you felt his eyes on your face. “Are you going to respect my wishes, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir.” You replied, daring to glance back at him. His lips quirked and he thwacked you with the back of his fingers.

“You’d better.” He concluded.

***

Before you knew it his lips were climbing up your back, his long fingers pulling your hands apart. You rolled to the side, drawing him down to you. You gently brushed the hair out of his face as he ravaged your mouth. No matter how angry he played, you knew by his kiss that you were wanted, needed, loved. His tongue teased your lips, brushing over your teeth, dancing out of reach. He liked it when you chased him. You broke your frustration from his lingering kiss by attacking his belt. his power display had him riled up in all the right ways.

Spencer growled against your neck as you tried to get him as naked as you were. Feeling his cloth covered cock rub against your thigh pushed you past caring about roles and rules. In one swift motion you rolled your long and lean boyfriend on to his back, his long tresses flying wildly as a surprised chuckle escaped his plump lips.

“Somebody really needs to work on their patience,” Spencer teased, hands encircling your hanging breasts, he looked you in the eyes as he lavished your nearest nipple. The hunger in his eyes intoxicating as you took deep breaths trying to return your focus on his body. You slipped off the bed. Your foot came down hard on his cane, long forgotten on the floor, almost sending you flat on your ass. You caught your self on his pants’ pocket and held on for dear life.

You lost your grip, fell, and brought his pants down around his thighs. A beat of terrified silence before you both burst into hysterics. The shame and amusement warred over your face. It ached as you laughed so hard. Tossing his cane aside, you dramatically tugged off his pants. Spencer’s perfect teeth illuminated the bedroom as you tried to get back to sexy times.

Slinking back up his body, you used your mouth and hands to bring his attention back to the front of the class. You crawled right past his erection, letting it thump and drag against your body dismissively. You put your palms firmly beside his face, peering down at him intently.

“So? We gonna screw or can I get back to touching myself?” You asked, offhandedly. Spencer muttered something under his breath before flicking your nipple.

“Get over here, already,” Spencer’s large hands clung to your waist, centering you above him. You carefully placed Spencer’s shaft against your folds, but instead of inching his length inside you, your rocked flush against him. Your slickness covering him slowly as your clit rolled against his pink head. He moaned as he watched your head fall back, your hand splayed out against his bony chest.

The firmness paired with the soft skin of his cock made it that much easier to find your rhythm. He gasped as you changed angles, slowly gliding his overstimulated tip along your entrance. Finally, you relented.

***

Sliding inside her was like solving a puzzle, everything fit and the world made sense once again. There was no pain, no unsubs or profiles or paperwork. There was just Y/N and everything she gave to him. The pull of her body on his cock felt like returning to shore, some untameable, wild force. She was breathtaking, as she writhed above him. Her pace stuttering as she fell forward, grinding against him intensely, as her finish dangled before her.

As hungry as he was for his release, he wanted to watch unfold. He gently slipped his hand beneath her chin, drawing her eyes to his. She was flushed and could barely focus on him, her breath hitching in a whimper as he called to her.

“Come on, Y/N, come for me, love,” Spencer’s voice cracked as she impossibly tightened around him. She grunted in effort, he dug his free hand into her thigh as she fell apart. Her voice was nonsensical mewing, His thumb rolled over her cheek and dragged over her parted lips. She couldn’t even focus to kiss it completely. Shaky laughs rolled through her chest. She was a spent dream.

She rolled on to her hip, letting him take over, her shattering waves drawing him closer. As the pressure built and his balls tightened all he saw was her blissed out face. Her heady eyes holding his in place, tethering him to reality. And he lost control.

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