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bivwifeybunny · 2 years

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hey ! can i request a sapnap smut?? like sex on the first meeting type of vibe and maybe make it in the car? :-) any kinks u like. thanks

-🍄 anon

Paring(s): Sapnap x Reader

Warning(s): Smut (Minors DNI!!), car sex, degrading, praise, overstimming?, fingering, hair pulling, marking (hickeys), I think that's it?

A/N: hi 🍄 anon! thanks for becoming my first anon! i'm so happy everyone on my blog is giving sapnap so much love. he's my favorite boy (as if you couldn't already tell lol) and i love to write for him and show him some love :) also im so sorry but I'm literally so bad at writing long smut scenes... like- ugh it annoys me that it's like "they fuck and they cum and that's it"- lol so sorry in advance if the smut seems short but it's currently 4:30 am and I don't have the energy to care anymore. hope you enjoy <3 gonna go pass out now

You stared at the glass in your hands, turning it slowly as your mind raced.

Should I say something? No, it's too late to say something. But if I don't say anything it'll just continue to be awkward. But the longer you sit here thinking about it and not saying anything the more awkward it's getting. Oh who am I kidding I've been sitting here for the past 10 minutes not saying anything just staring at my drink like a loser. Why did those idiots have to ditch me and leave me alone with him? I don't even know him that well.

You had gone out for a night of drinking with a few of your friends. They informed you they invited another friend of theirs that you hadn't known but you assured them it was fine only after making them promise they wouldn't leave your side.

Liars. As if sensing your own inner turmoil, the boy sitting across from you, Sapnap, if your memory serves you correct, spoke up.

"Hey, I know they kinda ditched us, so what do you say we get outta here?" He asked with a sweet smile.

He sensed your hesitancy and his lips morphed into an awkward smile. "You don't have to, I was just wondering..." He muttered as a pink blush dusted his cheeks.

Cute. You thought to yourself before making up your mind and sending him a smile.

"Sure, why not?" Your eyes wandered over to your friends currently flirting with each other. hands wandering. "I have a feeling they're not gonna come back any time soon anyways." You commented as the two of you made your way over to his car.

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Now Sapnap was attractive. Only a fool would say otherwise. Back at the bar, there were plenty of distractions to keep you from staring. But now in such close proximity, you felt you couldn't keep your eyes off him.

His natural cinnamon scent calmed your nerves, and you allowed your eyes to linger longer on his bulky frame. His deep blue button up hugged his torso, top two buttons left unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled to his forearms. Your gaze wandered down his arms, past his shiny gold watch and to his hands, which currently occupied themselves in turning the steering wheel.

And just as your eyes wandered, your thoughts weren't far behind.

God his hands are beautiful. I wonder how his thick fingers would feel str-

"You alright there?"

"Hm?" Your eyes quickly switched over to his face, to find him looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. "Oh- Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just zoned out."

The chuckle he let out sent a shock to your core. He laughed like he already knew what you were thinking.

"Just wanted to make sure, I mean, for a moment there I thought I had a pretty girl starin' at me." He smirked, glancing at you through the rear-view mirror and sending you a wink.

Now if that didn't have you rubbing your thighs together just to relieve some pressure you weren't sure what would.

You had two options. Be bold and potentially fuck a very very hot man? Or ignore the comment, go home and sit on your couch binging anime till you pass out.

...fuck it.

"And what if I was?" You boldly asked.

Your eyes focused on his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them before releasing another chuckle. "Well then I'd have to do something about it, wouldn't I?" He turned his whole attention onto you as he waited at the signal.

The red light cast a sinful glow onto the two of you, highlighting all of his already breathtaking features.

You subconsciously leaned in closer, gaze focused on his lips.

"Then do something about it."

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His hands cupped your face, one moving to run through your hair as your lips danced. He dropped his hand down to your thigh pulling at it, signalling for you to climb onto his lap.

You pulled away and climbed over the center console, knocking a thing or two onto the floor.

His hands rushed to your hips to steady you as you sat on his lap. Your lips reconnected and your hands roamed over each other's bodies.

It was messy and desperate, tugging at the buttons of his shirt, as he fiddled with the zipper of your dress. Your hips rolled against his, pulling a groan out of him. After what you said to him, he had never pulled into a parking lot so fast in his life. He was itching to ruin you and he was gonna get what he wanted no matter what he had to do.

He pulled away to tug your dress down, pulling off his shirt as well.

"You're so fucking sexy. So fucking beautiful." His mouth attached itself to your neck, kissing and biting as it traveled towards your breasts. You arched your back, pushing your chest further towards his mouth.

"God you're a desperate slut, aren't you? I could see the way you were eyeing me at the bar. I bet you were fantasizing about how good I would fuck this pretty little pussy, weren't you?" He taunted, hand traveling down, pushing aside your panties and teasing your entrance.

You let out a whine and nodded your head. "Mhm- was thinking about how good you'd fuck me- how good you'd fill me up- fuck-" You moaned as his two fingers dipped inside your dripping pussy.

"Already so wet? Did you get this worked up all for me? Just by thinking about my cock?" He scissored his fingers, searching for that spot inside of you that'll drive you crazy.

He smirked as you let out a sinful moan, letting him know he found it. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace, thumb rubbing your clit, making your moans grow louder and louder as he brought you to the precipice of your orgasm.

"C'mon princess, cum all over my fingers." He coaxed you to your peak, your hands gripping his shoulders as he worked you through your high.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. "Taste so sweet baby. Now let me give you what you've been waiting for, yeah?"

He quickly made do with his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to pull out his weeping cock. He stroked himself a few times, thumbing at the tip before lining himself up at your entrances. He rubbed his tip through your sensitive folds a few times, making you whine out and buck your hips.

"So impatient, baby. Well come on then, if you want it so bad, take it." He leaned back, hands meeting behind his head.

You reached down and lined him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down. The two of you moaned in unison, the stretch was heavenly and his cock filled you up deliciously.

You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest as you took all of him inside you. After a moment of adjusting to his size, you lifted yourself up on shaky legs and began to slowly ride him.

His hands returned to your hips, guiding your movements as little groans and whines escaped his lips.

"C'mon pretty girl, you can ride my cock faster than that. Are you already tired just from my fingers?" He taunted, grip tightening on your hips as he began to pound into you.

"Gotta do all the work myself? Don't worry, princess I'll make sure you're fucked dumb on my cock by the time I'm done with you." He grunted, lips finding their way back to your breasts, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of purple as his lips traveled.

You moaned loudly, fisting his hair in one hand while the other steadied yourself on the car window which had fogged up during your activities.

One of his hands snuck in between you once again and began to toy with your clit as his thrust became more sloppy and rushed as he chased after his orgasm.

"C'mon baby, you close? Cream on my cock, make a mess, pretty girl." He groaned as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him so nicely and milking his cock as you both came.

Your head fell to his shoulder, both of you panting as you slowly came down from your highs.

"Man I'm so glad they ditched us."

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eunoiaflow3r · 3 years

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not ur friend

spencer reid x reader

aaron hotchner x reader

part two - part three

a/n: haven’t written for spence in a while lol. hope you guys like it. wow...and i wrote him as an ass. bahahaha what am i going through i’m so sorry.

warning(s): language. angst. not proofread. will be mistakes.

word count: 1.8k

request(ed): no.

summary: y/n overhears something she shouldn’t have. this conversation alters her relationship.

not ur friend by jeremy zucker.

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Hang up, if you ever think of calling me up. Not afraid to say it, darling.

3 days.

It’s been an entire weekend of you ignoring Spencer and his ever intruding phone calls. This wouldn’t have been a big deal except for the fact that this felt like a breakup. Your head and heart was treating this like you were in a relationship and he made it painfully clear that you weren’t.

It was quiet in your apartment. The television was off, the radio was silent, the heater had paused and even the refrigerator wasn’t making the usual silent buzz noise it made. The deafness of it all allowed the conversation you heard friday night play over and over again through your ached head.

Friday 11:37 pm.

“So Reid...” you picked up your phone when it rang and read Spencer’s name across the screen. It wasn’t like him to call so late but you picked up anyway. When it was a muffled Morgan’s voice you heard instead of Spencer’s you realized he hadn’t even meant to call you at all.

“How’s your girlfriend?”

You just knew all eyes were on him. Spencer Reid was very private about his social life. It was rare he even told you about anything he’d been up to. He just wasn’t one for small talk. The fact that you just knew they were talking about you made you press your phone harder into your ear even though you weren’t even sure you should have been listening.

“Oh y/n? Yeah she’s definitely not my girlfriend.”

This stung. There wasn’t even a label or anything that you guys put on it, but usually when Spencer would talk about his romantic relationships he’d get nervous and stuttery and try to change the subject. Spencer’s voice was clear and steady. Zero hints of nervousness and bashfulness. He was serious.

“Really?” This was Emily now, you could recognize her voice. “You guys seem like pretty close friends if you know what I mean.” Her tone was laced with humor but Spencer’s was far from joking.

“No. I wouldn’t call us friends either. She’s just someone I visit. Like y’know...how you would a grandmother.”

A grandmother? He compared you to a grandmother? He said visiting you was like visiting a grandmother?? You could feel the tears in your eyes. You really thought Spencer was a good guy. Why would he say something so rude? Something so hurtful about the person he was sleeping with.

It wasn’t a friends with benefits. You guys had agreed on that, but you weren’t dating either. You had met him at a museum and ever since then you two had behaved as if a couple would. The only difference was that you weren’t public. You weren’t posting pictures, or gushing over how cute you thought your “boyfriend” was to your friends. And you were fine with that. Labels are constricting. You were glad not to have them except when he decided to say he barely knew you at all and compared you to a grandmother.

“Damn.” Morgan sounded impressed. “Does she know that?”

“Maybe.” Spencer paused. “There’s nothing really romantic about our relationship. To be honest, she can be a bit needy at times and it’s suffocating.”

He paused again.

“I’m actually thinking of breaking things off. She wants more and I just don’t like her that way.”

Sorry, I'm not sorry if it hurts. I don’t mean to make it worse.

This is where you hung up. Your tears never stopped flowing. How dare he? How dare he say you were needy and suffocating? You rarely asked him for anything, and didn’t bother him with things at all. You knew he was a busy person. A busy and hardworking person. You never tried to ask him for more than he was willing to give. Ever. It hurt your heart to think he was playing you the whole time.

It hurt to think that all the “I adore you’s” and “I think I’m in love with you’s” were all fake. You were pretty sure with the way things were headed that you and Spencer would have much more than just a relationship. Much more than sex and cuddles. But a meaning - an understanding.

Spencer was your comfort. Your safe place. The person you’d go to if you were hurting, or in trouble. You were his. Countless times he came to your house and cried to you about the stress from his job. He’d hold you and tell you all about his day and what more he wished he could have done.

You’d buy him his favorite food and he’d cuddle you to sleep only to wake you up in the morning with kisses and great morning sex. To hear all of that meant basically nothing to him tore your heart to pieces.

It made you want to throw up. Had you wasted your time? Had he felt this way the entire time and you just never noticed because you hoped he felt the same? Were there signs that you missed? Something you could have done to prevent yourself from falling this hard for someone who didn’t care?

But you thought he cared.

Spencer was the most caring, empathetic person you’d ever met in your life. He was so understanding in a way no one could ever get.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

This is why you thought that maybe this is why he tried to hide you. Maybe he just was afraid of his friends not liking you, or afraid of someone from where he worked would try to hurt you. You prayed this was the case. You hoped and cried that this was the reason he’d ever let those words leave his mouth.

The reason you couldn’t believe this though is something understandable.

He had never, ever, called you anything other than his friend, and never wanted to go out.

He told you it was because he was protecting you, but he never wanted to even meet your friends. And when you talked about a guy or introduced him to one, he’d get upset and say something like, “Yeah well he seems perfect for you anyway. Not like we’re a thing - do what you want.”

And your brain tried to rationalize this as protection. The more you thought about it the more the other part of your brain screamed manipulation. You tried to ignore it but is that what was happening? Had he been manipulating you the entire time and you just never knew it?

If he was protecting you he wouldn’t call you needy. He wouldn’t not even bother to look at your friends. He wouldn’t feel the need to hide you from the entire world and lie about it in such a - douchebag way.

This hurt you though. His team can call out a liar faster than anyone and they would have said something if they thought he was lying. They would have defended you. The wouldn’t have egged him away and joked about you like you were some embarrassing one night stand.

You expected respect and decency and got dishonesty and asshole attitudes instead.

After the weekend of pitying yourself you realized you needed to stop. This wasn’t your fault. He has issues of his own. Issues he needs to work out and come to terms with on his own. Why should you feel anything for a man trying to hide you? Lying to you? Lying to his friends ABOUT you. Reassuring yourself helped but didn’t help the ache in your heart.

Were you ready for this? Were you ready to throw it all away? After all it could just be a misunderstanding. A misinterpretation. It could be your fault. Maybe you were clingy.

No.

No. Absolutely not. You weren’t going to try to defend his actions.

Right now, there's not much that we agree on. Sit down, if you need someone to lean on.

You called him.

“Hello?” he answered right away. “Where have you been are you okay? I was gonna come over and check.”

“Don’t come over.” You cleared your throat and blinked away tears.

“Then please come to mine. I have to talk to you, I missed you.”

He still has no idea. He doesn’t have a clue what you overheard on the phone. All the pieces of the puzzle you put together. All that you’ve realized in the past 3 days.

You rolled your eyes. Any other day you’d think his obliviousness was adorable but right now it only made you want to punch him in his stomach for lying to you and wasting your time.

“I’ll be over to give you your things.”

And you hung up.

That was so hard for you to do and you had hot wet tears running down your face to prove it. No matter how many times you tried to brush them away they just kept on going down.

Fuck him.

A shower and a change of clothes later you were finally ready to see him.

Honest, if I'm coming to your place, it's to say it to your face...

In your car you tried to talk yourself out of it. You told yourself to just forget the phone call over happened and just go back to the way things were. At least you here happy then...at least...sort of. You were okay. You were happy with him. The time you spent with him was enjoyable but you were tired of being his therapist. You were tired of being his dirty mistress. You didn’t want to be lied to or lied about. You were over it.

When you got there he rushed you in the house and looked down at you confusingly.

You had never been inside his place. The only time you were ever really here was when you were inside waiting in the car so that he could change his shirt.

“I thought you were coming tomorrow?”

“I came now to give you your things.”

“JJ will be here soon, you should probably leave. Why did you bring this stuff?”

“They’re yours. They shouldn’t be at my place.”

He looked confused but took the box from your hands anyway.

“I’m leaving.” You simply said and turned towards the door. The sooner you were out the better.

“Can I at least have a kiss?” Spencer asked in the cute voice he knew you liked.

You closed your eyes. “Sorry Reid, but no. I don’t want to seem needy or suffocating, ya’know? Makes it easier to break things off.”

Color drained from his face as he realized what you were talking about. He couldn’t even come up with an excuse other than a - “No, baby I -“

You put your palm in the air facing him telling him to stop.

“It’s okay. I was just someone you visited...like a grandmother. You shouldn’t miss me too much. We’re not even friends, right?”

You walked out of the house.

You walked out on him. Your heart was beating out of your chest. He was always the one to leave. He was always the one to say goodbye.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

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