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Come Home to Me

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: husband!kakashi, smut, masturbation (male), use of panties as masturbation toy, scent kink, edging, orgasm denial, guided masturbation (female), light overstimulation, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: Kakashi's first few months as Hokage have gone well—maybe too well. When he's sent on a trip to a neighboring nation, you give him a little assignment of your own.

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“The main issue is, I just don’t want to go.”

Kakashi laid in bed, his arm around you as he tried to enjoy the last night he would spend in his home for the coming week. Tomorrow, he was to begin his journey to the Hidden Grass Village, where he would spend five days evaluating their version of the shinobi academy and making suggestions for improvement in the hopes of advancing their methods.

“Sure I want to empower the Grass to become a major ninja village,” Kakashi continued, “But it’s never been the responsibility of any of the previous Kage to spend so much time away from their own village.”

“That’s true…” you began, drawing random patterns on his bare upper body with your fingertip, “but we’ve never had this environment of cooperation before.”

You were right, as usual. Kakashi exhaled and hugged you closer. “How am I supposed to spend six nights away from you?”

He didn’t see any issue with the idea of bringing you along—Shikamaru would be there as well—but when he mentioned it to the elders, Homura left no room for discussion.

This isn’t a vacation, Lord Sixth. Your time will be spent fostering positive relationships with our new allies—not sightseeing with your wife.

It was still ridiculous, but Kakashi knew that arguing the point further would get him nowhere. Worst case, it would result in an even longer time away. He was barely halfway through his first year as Hokage; still largely under the elders’ thumb. So Kakashi bit his tongue, keeping his harshest comments to himself until he made it home and was able to vent to you.

“I know,” you agreed. “It’s going to be miserable.”

Kakashi may have had less of an issue with the trip if it hadn’t been coming at the worst possible time. If his calculations were correct—and he was quite certain they were—you would be ovulating soon; probably peaking a day or two before he was due to return. Six months of marital bliss had supercharged his urge to grow his family and continue his line, and he was going to miss his prime opportunity to put a baby in you?? Completely unacceptable.

You were well aware of this particular hang up; the timing of the trip needling you as well. “Is there any chance you can get done early and make it home sooner?”

“I doubt it,” he admitted, feeling his muscles deflate with resignation. “It’s not like a mission, where I could re-strategize to complete the objective quicker.”

You hummed in understanding, letting your finger trace the shallow dips between his abs. “Then maybe, you’ll have to make up for it another way.”

That wandering fingertip started traveling down the valleys of his stomach, following the trail of soft silver hair leading to his waistband. His relaxed cock instantly jolted with excitement.

“If you have suggestions, I’d love to hear them.”

You let out a sultry giggle as you took that final leap, gently palming him over his briefs. Kakashi groaned and tilted his head back, enjoying your touch. You nuzzled your nose into his neck before beginning to trail kisses up his throat and along his jaw. “Every night,” you whispered, your lips tickling his earlobe, “I want you to touch yourself.”

Kakashi’s cock greedily twitched beneath the fabric. You reached inside his briefs, curling your fingers around his hardening shaft. “Touch yourself for me, and think about how I’ll be here, doing the same and thinking about you.”

Heavy breaths slipped through his lips as his blood rushed to that central point of pleasure, his cock fully erect in no time. Your touch always cut right to the liquid heat of his arousal, causing his mind to fog over and his eyes to roll back in his head.

“Y/N…” Kakashi groaned, your name a decadent prayer. You were pumping him just how he liked, precum already beading on his flushed cockhead.

“Make yourself feel good,” you purred as you slid his underwear down out of your way and continued to massage his heated flesh. “Pretend your hand is my cunt. Think about me riding you, bouncing on your lap, squeezing down on your cock.” You nibbled on his earlobe, panting into his skin as you rubbed your thighs together. “Work yourself up to the point that your balls are tight and your thighs are shaking.”

Fuck, he was nearly already there. “Haaa—how does this make up for the fact that we’re apart? I have a good imagination, but not good enough to actually make you appear.”

“Because, just when you’re about to cum…” You abruptly took your hand away, leaving his cock to throb unattended. “You’re gonna stop.”

The sudden loss of pleasure caused him to whine like a wounded animal. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled hollowly, “the trip is going to be bad enough as it is, and you want me to add physical torture to the mix.”

“Not exactly,” you laughed, kissing the warm skin of his cheek. “What I want,” you continued, taking him back in your hand, “is for you to edge yourself, so when you get back, you can release all that tension—all that cum—deep inside me.”

Those words alone in your lust-addled voice were enough to send him right back to the edge.

“Come home to me,” you continued, your lips brushing against his ear, “and fuck me until you can’t give me another drop.”

“Y/N…” he moaned. “I didn’t realize you had such a filthy mind.”

You giggled and sat up on your knees, leaving his cock unattended yet again. “So you’ll do it?”

The reward sure sounded good, but could he really get through a week like that? Kakashi had long been out of the habit of walking around pent-up and frustrated. You had him spoiled; accustomed to kissing you out of your clothes and fucking you on the smallest whim. Going without sex for the whole week was going to be difficult enough, and then edging the whole time sounded…

Well, pathetic, for lack of a better word.

“I don’t know Y/N—”

“Think about how good it will feel,” you added, beginning to rub him again, “when you finally come home and fuck a week’s worth of cum inside me. Where it belongs.”

Goosebumps prickled their way down his legs when you traced the pad of your thumb along the prominent vein that ran along nearly his entire length. Kakashi wanted to think of himself as a man in control; a man who was above such base actions as chasing an orgasm. He didn’t think with his dick. But fuck, when you touched him like this, he didn’t think at all.

And if it might work…

“I’ll try,” Kakashi said. “For you.”

You squealed in excitement, straddling his lap and wrapping your limbs around him—showing your appreciation in a flurry of kisses.

Kakashi reached between your legs and slowly ran his finger along the crotch of your panties. “We don’t have to start right away, do we?” The sticky wetness soaking the fabric was proof enough that you’d gotten yourself just as worked up as him. “I mean, I’m still here tonight. No reason to hold back yet, is there?”

You kissed him again; more slowly this time as you pressed your chest against his and let him slide your panties down your thighs. “Impatient man…”

Most of the next day was wasted in transit; surrounded by ANBU guards on the journey to the Village Hidden in the Grass. Upon arrival, Kakashi was met by the Grass’s head ninja and a few of their trusted companions. They only had time for a brief tour before Kakashi and Shikamaru were yawning and looking for where they could turn in for the night. The head ninja showed them to their private rooms and informed them what time they could expect to pick back up tomorrow.

One of the ANBU shinobi placed Kakashi’s bag on the floor before walking back out to stand guard. No matter how peaceful things appeared in the wake of the Fourth Great Shinobi War, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to enjoy any solitude outside the village; other than when he was meant to be sleeping.

But he had something to do before sleep, didn’t he?

Kakashi sighed and flopped down on his back on the bed, appreciating the accommodations the Grass had provided. The room was clean, spacious, and comfortable. It made him feel more than a little guilty for what he was about to do in it. But he’d made you a promise, and he was not a man who would break a promise to you.

He removed his gloves and forehead protector, placing them on the nightstand. His vest followed, laid out on the unused pillow so he could throw it back on quickly if necessary. With a deep breath, Kakashi unbuttoned his pants and pushed them halfway down his thighs. His briefs were quick to follow, exposing himself in the dark room.

His cock was completely flaccid; a rather uninspiring sight considering the task you’d given him. Kakashi half-heartedly began touching himself, trying to work himself up despite his awkwardness in the unfamiliar setting. Masturbating on an assignment was something he’d made sure not to develop a habit of. Aside from a few dire exceptions, Kakashi had always waited until a mission was complete and he was back home to find relief; either alone or—far more preferably—with you.

Kakashi closed his eyes and pictured you; the sparkle in your eyes when you wanted him, the way your body moved in your efforts to entice him. You never failed; every single time Kakashi would be drawn to you like a moth to a flame—hard within minutes and throbbing throughout the foreplay.

Yet what he was experiencing now was more like kneading a lump of dough through his disinterested fingers.

He exhaled heavily, throwing his hand to the side and covering his eyes with the other arm. Maybe it just wasn’t going to happen. Kakashi felt way too inside of his own head—he couldn’t relax enough to let go; let his body react the way he wanted. The way you wanted.

He reached into the inner compartment of his pack, where he’d secreted away his favorite Icha Icha volume. Nothing like a comfort item when spending an extended time away from home. He was counting on the book to help him keep his promise, but his brow furrowed when he felt something else hidden beside the book.

Kakashi’s entire body flushed when he pulled out the object and found himself holding a pair of your panties; dainty black lace, suspiciously similar to the pair you were wearing last night.

Did she…?

His suspicions were confirmed when he touched the gusset and found a little patch that was still wet from his prior ministrations. Feeling that gooey discharge on his thumb finally made his dick twitch with interest and drew a shaky breath from his lungs.

If these had been found in his possession at a bad time, it would have been hard to explain. His Icha Icha habit was already a given, but if anyone had found him walking around with your used panties…

Who knew the Sixth Hokage’s wife was such a filthy little vixen?

The thrill sent a shock straight from his brain through his heart and down to his dick. The traitorous appendage was quickly swelling with blood, leaving him light-headed and needy. Kakashi instinctively brought the dirty panties to his face and inhaled through both his nose and mouth. The scent of your cunt made his cock throb for attention. His free hand gripped his length, squeezing the hardened shaft and tugging upward, clear precum already beading at the flushed tip.

“Y/N,” he moaned, softly enough to be sure no one could overhear. “Baby… fuck.” He took another deep breath that made his mouth water. The previous apprehension behind his movements melted away as lewd memories and the overwhelming scent of your pheromones possessed him to move at a feverish, undignified pace.

Just like that, the Sixth Hokage was officially reduced to a panty-sniffing pervert.

Gods, he felt like a shameful deviant but he didn’t care. You’d given him exactly what he needed—everything you could give without giving him yourself in person. Kakashi grunted and bucked his hips into his fist as he thought of everything he would do to you when he got his hands on you again.

He imagined being inside you; feeling the soft heat of you wrapped around his cock. Hearing you whine and sigh in pleasure, whispering sweet nothings to each other, holding you close and fucking deeper and deeper into you. Filling you with cum, knocking you up.

Putting his baby in you.

Fucking breeding you.

You were his—all his. But it wasn’t enough; not until he had you round-bellied with his child. Living, visible proof of who you belonged to and who you’d given your body to. All for the future of his clan; now your clan as well, evidenced by the ring he’d been honored to place on your finger.

Without command, his tongue leapt from his mouth and lapped at the gusset of your panties, tasting the sweet tang of your pussy. Your taste drove him wild. He clamped his teeth down on the fabric, a moan tearing its way up his throat as the muscles in his pelvis suddenly tightened.

Kakashi quickly stopped, interrupting the orgasm by pinching the bottom of his cockhead and tugging his balls away from his body. He stayed that way for a minute or two until he caught his breath. When he let go, his flesh was red and angry; resentful of the last-second denial. A cramp lodged in his stomach and his heart pounded against the walls of his chest while sweat dripped down his brow, stinging his eye.

He let out a series of controlled, steadying breaths. Though his muscles relaxed and his heart rate settled, his cock still hung heavy against his stomach, twitching in frustration. Resigned, he acknowledged that his original assessment was indeed true.

Until he had his hands on you again, this would be nothing short of torture.

As he had expected, Kakashi hadn’t been able to rush through the week. He did however manage to stay on schedule, spending each of the five days meeting with high-ranking officials and offering what he predicted would be valuable insight to enhance their training methods. Most likely, they would be on their way to becoming a Great Nation in no time. By all rights, it was a successful week.

Despite this, Kakashi couldn’t find any pride in his promising efforts. Not when he was spending his nights edging himself into a sleepless, irritable mess.

By the time he and his subordinates returned to Konoha, Kakashi felt tense enough to snap. Even the softest breeze made his hair stand on end. He wanted to run straight home and work all his frustrations out in bed with you, but an obligatory stop at Hokage Tower put him on an even tighter delay. He gave his report to the elders, seated behind his desk, adjusting his legs every two seconds in a vain attempt at finding relief.

He wasn’t even sure what he’d told them about his time in the Hidden Grass. All he knew was that he needed to get to you, before his body staged an all-out mutiny.

The front door of his shared home with you was like a beacon, guiding him to the place he’d been trying to get back to ever since he left. To say that he was eager to get inside would be an understatement. Inside the house—inside you. His anticipation was so high that his hands shook as he attempted to unlock the door. Even the act of sliding the key into the lock felt pornographic.

Briefly, he worried he might not make it. That he would get all the way home, just to cum untouched on his doorstep.

The door swung open halfway, revealing the welcome sight of you; dressed comfortably in a silky pastel house robe that didn’t even reach halfway down your thighs. Visions of tearing through the intricately-tied obi and taking you right on the floor assaulted his mind even as you started to speak.

“Kakashi,” you grinned, turning his name into something wholly indecent. “There you are. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to make it back today.”

Kakashi shouldered his way through the threshold, dropping his bags only to immediately wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in. He held you tight against his body, letting you feel his demanding erection pressed against your stomach. “Nothing could have kept me from getting back to you,” he answered, the rumble in his voice exposing just how eager and desperate he was.

“Come on,” he purred, picking you up with ease and wrapping your legs around his waist. “We’re going to bed.”

“A-already?” you giggled as he started walking, his erection brushing against your core with every step he took. “You just got home.”

Kakashi hummed a low sound of amusement as he reached his destination, stopping at the foot of the bed. “And what does that matter?” he countered before abruptly tossing you down on your back—smirking at the way your body bounced on the surface of the mattress.

“I’ve been preparing all week,” he said as he made quick work of removing all the clothes covering his upper body. “If you think I’m going to continue to wait, you’re sorely mistaken.”

A bright, excited smile spread across your face as you sat up on your knees. “Do you think it worked?”

“Well, if my aching balls are any indication—”

“Kakashi!”

“What?” He might have laughed at the scandalized look on your face. You’d never known him to be so blunt and explicit, but the tight, needy feeling between his legs overrode his sense of decorum. “My balls are aching; they’re full, and they’re tired of being edged.”

“You poor man,” you teased before sliding off the mattress, arranging yourself on your knees before him. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Kakashi’s dick throbbed as your pretty fingers worked open the fastening of his pants and pulled them down his legs. A sharp hiss escaped his mouth when you dragged his briefs over his sensitive flesh. His cock stood straight up, allowing you to see every lurid detail.

“Oh—!” you squeaked, your eyes locked on his swollen balls and darkened tip. You tentatively reached forward, drawing your index finger up the length of his cock, causing the tender organ to twitch away from your touch.

“I think my dick is a little upset with you,” he smirked. “Holding back for that long was hell.”

“I’m so sorry,” you cooed, still addressing his petulant cock. “Maybe it was too long…”

“Absolutely it was too long.”

“Come here, I’ll make it better.” You leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock, sending a wave of fire through his veins. The soft pink of your tongue poked out of your mouth and Kakashi knew you were getting ready to pamper him with that pretty mouth to make up for the effects of your over-the-top request. But he couldn’t let you. If you treated his cock with a shower of kisses like you normally would, Kakashi was sure he would bust right on your face and chest; defeating the whole purpose, no matter how sexy it was to think about.

No, he had a job to do. He just needed to buy himself some time to cool off.

Fingers tangling in your hair, Kakashi gently held you back—waiting for your gorgeous eyes to look up at him. “If you really want to make it up to me, I think it’s time I call the shots.” He tilted his head up and gestured to the bed with his chin. “Get back up there and let me see what you’ve been doing for the past week.”

You blushed and broke eye contact. “Kakashi…”

“Don’t act so shy when you snuck your dirty panties into my bag,” he chided, gently tugging your hair to make you face him again. “Show me.”

With a coy smile, you eased yourself back up on the bed, lying on your back to give him a good view. He watched as you untied your obi with the same care you’d used on his clothes, then tossed the belt to the side and let the robe fall open to expose your bare body.

Fuck, he would never get tired of that; seeing you put your perfect form on display for him. Kakashi exhaled deeply, his eyes roaming over you despite his need to calm his racing libido. But you were so beautiful, and it was his privilege as your husband to look at you any way he wanted. Especially when you’d put so much effort into what you wore to welcome him home… and what you didn’t wear underneath it.

“No panties?” he grinned. “Such a good girl.”

You blushed. “You like that?”

Kakashi tilted his head and gently gripped your calves, massaging his way up your legs. “Normally I prefer to take them off of you myself, but after last week, I think I’ve spent enough time with the contents of your underwear drawer.” His thumb barely swiped over your entrance, but your needy hole still quivered at his touch. “I’m glad you agree.”

“What did you do to them?” you giggled.

He leaned in closer, softly inhaling the clean scent of your soap and watching as wetness started visibly dripping from your cunt. “I ruined them,” he answered evenly. “I smelled them and I licked them and I wrapped them around my cock, and I would have cum in them if I hadn’t been saving every drop for you.”

Heat rose in your cheeks, making it painfully obvious to the lauded shinobi just how much it turned you on to think of your husband acting like a shameful pervert behind closed doors. He left a romantic kiss on your hip bone before leaning back.

“But enough about me,” he teased. “How did my beautiful wife spend her nights?”

You shifted for friction, held open by his wide palms. His discerning eyes watched every shift and ripple of muscle, savoring the way you were still so bashful under his scrupulous inspection. Curiously, he ran the rough pad of his thumb up the length of your slit once more, coaxing your clit out to play.

His breath fanned over you at the sight of your bundle of nerves, nearly as red as his cock.

“Y/N, your poor little clit is practically raw.”

You let out a whine. “I missed you, and when I thought about what you were doing at night…”

A low, dangerous laugh spilled from his lips. “My dirty girl. You were probably rubbing yourself, making a mess and cumming all over those gorgeous fingers right at the same time I was squeezing right under the head of my cock to make sure I didn’t finish. Burying that need to cum. All for you.”

“Kakashi…”

“Show me how you did it,” he commanded. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Your hand slowly made its way down your body. You might have thought that dragging it out would get you off the hook, but it only served Kakashi’s purpose. He kept his gaze and breathing even as you finally reached between your legs, gathering a bit of arousal on the pad of your middle finger before moving up to find your clit. The first touch made you jump and pulled a sweet little sigh from your lungs.

“Is it sore?”

“No,” you shook your head, “not too much.”

His chest vibrated with a dark, pleased hum. “Good girl. Now rub it for me.”

Kakashi urged you on with only his eyes, his pupils dilated like a predator’s. Your fingertip carefully outlined your clit, pushing it back and forth with indirect pressure.

“That’s right,” he panted. “Circles just like those. Is that how you did it?”

“Mhmm,” you whined.

“Keep going. A little faster.”

Your thighs twitched as you followed his instruction, winding your finger around your clit at a quicker pace. A drop of clear arousal gathered between your folds and started dripping down your cunt. He wanted to lap those sweet juices right out of your hole—to eat your precious little cunt until you were sobbing for his cock. He nearly gave in, before he noticed your free hand absently grasping the bedsheet.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head. He looked from your hand to your bare breasts. “Your tits. Play with them.”

Pink heat spread over your chest as you released the sheet, instead putting your palm over your breast. Kakashi’s cock ached as he watched you pet and pinch your nipple until it stood at a proud peak. You moaned and moved to the other one, bucking your hips as much as you could against his iron grip.

“Pretty girl…” he breathed. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes…”

“Stick your fingers in your cunt. One, to start.”

You moaned again as your hand swiftly abandoned your clit to find your neglected pussy. You slid your middle finger in to the second knuckle, crying out at the feeling of something finally filling your empty core. Your back arched off the bed as you started pumping your finger in and out.

“Ah ah ah,” Kakashi tsked. “Not so fast. Slow down.”

He smirked at your defiant little whine, knowing that no matter how much you pouted, you would always do what he said. Without any further objection, you corrected your pace down to the languid strokes he preferred. “Mmmm that’s a good girl. Now add another.”

Through meticulous orders, he worked you up almost as skillfully as if he’d been touching you himself��which he still would have preferred, of course, but the naughty show you were putting on might become a staple for future foreplay.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Y/N. Did you look this beautiful every night, or is this special for me?”

For a few minutes, he just watched—forgetting all about his tortuous week and simply reveling in how lucky he felt to be yours. Kakashi knew too well how easily he might have ended up alone, assuming he managed to survive in the first place. But somehow you found him and got through his thick skull, putting your stamp on his heart. Showing him everything love could be. And no matter how many years passed with you by his side, he still felt the need to make the most of every second.

Enough dragging it out. He wanted you now.

Kakashi crawled onto the bed and lunged forward to suck your unattended nipple into his mouth. You whimpered as he ran his hot tongue over the pebbled bud, groans vibrating in his throat while he mercilessly sucked on your soft skin. He suddenly swatted your hand from between your legs and released you with a pop, hovering over you and grabbing you by the waist.

“You better not be too tender to handle me, Y/N.” His hot cock rested on your stomach, weeping precum. “I can’t wait any longer.”

His cock dragged down your body, leaving a sticky trail down your tummy—a promise of what was to come. A little lower and his tip slid over your sensitive clit, causing you to squirm as he notched his tip at your dripping entrance.

“Don’t run from me,” he exhaled, holding you firmly in place. “Be good for your husband.”

Kakashi’s hands tightened on your waist as he pushed his hips forward, forcing your folds to part and accommodate the fat crown of his cock. He let out an indulgent groan, but he instantly stopped moving when you answered with a breathy moan in his ear.

Fuck, you couldn’t make noise like that; he could easily cum just from those gorgeous sounds alone. As much as he loved them, he needed you to shut up if you wanted him to last.

He brought one hand up to cover your mouth. “Shhhhh baby…” He chuckled at the mixture of confusion and desire in your eyes. “Just… give me a second.”

With a doting kiss to your forehead, Kakashi pressed deeper inside, enjoying the way your cunt stretched around him until his entire length was seated comfortably inside your warmth. He brought his hands up to cradle your head, pulling your mouth to his and kissing you deeply. Then he leaned away just enough to look at you.

“You have no idea how bad I need this.”

Kakashi spoke the words against your lips, giving you no chance to respond before his covetous tongue slid into your mouth. He groaned as he kissed you and carefully pulled his hips back just to thrust back in. The sudden motion made you toss your head back and gasp, grabbing at his thighs.

“Fuuuuuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, burying his face in your neck as he started to pump in earnest, pounding you into the mattress. “Missed this pussy so much. Can’t believe I had to settle for fucking my hand that whole time.”

“What…” you challenged breathlessly, “now that you’re Hokage you’re too good to touch yourself?”

The mouth on you; teasing him even though he was balls deep in your little hole, your body bouncing under the force of his thrusts. “As a matter of fact, that’s exactly right.” He sat back on his heels and lifted your legs to give himself better access. “Why would I touch myself when I have my pretty little wife at home to touch me?”

He leaned down again, lording over you with a captivating presence. “Besides,” he taunted, folding you into a proper mating press with his hands behind your knees. “We’re trying to have a baby, aren’t we? So I would have to be a fool to cum anywhere other than inside your sweet little cunt.” Kakashi nipped at your lower lip. “You don’t think I’m a fool, do you Y/N?”

Your response came out in broken breaths. “O-of course n-not.”

“Of course not,” he crooned back at you, grinning as he wrapped his arms around you again. “Such a good girl.”

Kakashi nuzzled his face into your neck, appreciating the feel of you in his arms after so long. The scent of your clean skin welcomed him home far more than the sight of Konoha’s gate ever did. “Gods, I fucking missed you.”

He resumed his indulgent thrusts; taking and taking until he felt tingly with bliss. Determination and stamina were the only things keeping him from spilling inside you too quickly as he fucked you greedily; selfishly. No amount of imagination and practiced touch would ever come close to the feeling he got by being inside you. His cock was finally back where it belonged, and he was going to use your pussy to wring every ounce of pleasure he could.

“I never stopped thinking about you. Missing you. Wanting you.” He panted heavily, gulping down air in time with the harsh slaps of his full, angry balls against your skin. “I love you Y/N. Wanna fucking breed you.”

“Please—” you gasped, smattering kisses along his bicep and shoulder. “Kashi… give me a baby.”

He pawed all over you, his wide hands eventually settling on your hips to make you meet his thrusts. He renewed his assault of kisses on your neck, hoping he might accidentally leave a few hickeys in his wake. Anything to enforce his claim on you and remind the village who you belonged to, no matter how long a mission might keep him away. He would always, always come back to you.

“I made you my wife. And now… I’m gonna make you a mother.” He kissed his way back to your mouth and nuzzled his nose against yours. “You’re gonna take such good care of my babies. And I’m gonna take care of you.”

You whimpered a cute little sound before hugging him around his neck, gasping praises and promises of love while he pounded away at your helpless cunt. The pressure in his groin was approaching the tipping point.

“Gods, I’m close,” he groaned and gritted his teeth. His balls tightened and for a second, he was afraid he’d be denied yet again. “Please—Let me put my baby in you.”

You crossed your ankles behind his waist, caging him in close and throwing one hand down to grip the sheet. “Fill me… Kashi please—love you…”

“I love you so much,” he babbled, feeling the telltale tremor between his legs. “Love you so much. I’m gonna put a baby in you. You’re gonna have my baby. Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much.”

Stars burst across Kakashi’s vision as his long-awaited orgasm ripped through him. A deep, indulgent groan of pure satisfaction climbed its way up his throat. His heartbeat echoed at the base of his cock, the muscles pulsing with burst after burst of his sticky white seed, filling you to the brim. Kakashi pressed his palm flat against your lower tummy, holding you down as he buried his cock in deep.

“Gods—” He kept you bent at the sharp angle, fucking his load deeper inside you even as more continued to leak from his tip, searching for your womb. “Take it.”

Kakashi panted as he finally came down, looking at where your bodies remained intimately joined. The base of his cock glistened with a creamy ring of your arousal; your lips pink and puffy, your clit still swollen with blood.

You mindlessly rocked your hips, coaxing him for more friction. With an adoring smile, Kakashi leaned down on one elbow and slid his hand between your bodies, pressing his thumb into your clit and toying with it exactly how he knew you liked. You whimpered, grabbing for him as your cunt squeezed around his cock.

“That’s right,” he exhaled, his voice nearly betraying how exhausted the orgasm had left him. “Isn’t it so much better when it’s my fingers on you?”

You nodded furiously; your face tucked against his shoulder.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he softly requested. “Be good for me, and I’ll make you cum.”

“It’s so much better,” you whined. “It’s not the same when I do it. N-needed you…”

Kakashi smirked and closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss while he increased his pressure and rubbed a focused pattern into your bundle of nerves. Your thighs quivered, still locking him in place. He resumed fucking you at a lazy pace, pumping the root of his cock back and forth for more stimulation.

Suddenly you whimpered against him, digging your nails into his back. The muscles inside your pussy squeezed him as you fell apart around his dick, milking one more spurt of cum from his balls with a satisfying pang. He let you break the kiss, both of you gasping for breath.

“That’s right, Y/N. Take all that cum and turn it into a baby,” he panted. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

You whined and nodded, trembling from the ache in your thighs. He brushed his nose against yours.

“Such a good girl. Make a baby for us.”

Kakashi couldn’t help himself; he leaned back in to kiss you again. He loved you; he loved you so fucking much. Tightness swelled in his chest for how much he loved you. Every day, he was hit with this feeling; where he was living a life that seemed impossible for so long. When he thought of all the times he could have lost his life—lost this future—it made his throat itch. He used to be such an idiot. How the hell that past led him to you and this incredible promise of even more on the horizon, he had no clue. But he hadn’t taken a single day in your heart for granted. He knew he was never entitled to anything, least of all the love you constantly showed him.

When he backed off to let you breathe, you started to brace your hands on the mattress to adjust your position. Though he knew you had to be sore, he decisively held you in place.

“Wait—hold still,” he whispered. “Don’t move yet. Let’s make sure it takes.”

You nodded up at him, somehow both giddy and content. But there was a knowing look in your gaze too. “Kakashi, you’re exhausted. Lie down and relax.”

“I will,” he smiled. “Just another minute.”

He traced a delicate line down your body, lingering over your stomach and imagining what the next few months might hold. He couldn’t wait to grow his family and see the Hatake name rise to even a shadow of its former prominence. And the fact that he would share that future with you still seemed too impossibly good to be true.

“Y/N,” he exhaled as he gently folded his body over yours. “You’re the love of my life.”

Emotions caught in your throat as you hugged him, careful not to shift your hips so that you could keep both him and his spend securely inside you. “You’re the love of mine, Kakashi.”

He cupped your head in his palm and kissed you until he couldn’t keep himself upright any longer. Slowly, Kakashi pulled back his hips, freeing his sated cock and making sure his cum didn’t follow. He feathered gentle kisses along your leg before gently letting them down on the bed. You groaned at the relief in your muscles, still slightly out of breath. Then you turned on your side, keeping your hips aligned so that none of his seed would leak out.

Kakashi laid down behind you, settling in for the restful sleep he could finally find now that you were in his arms. He rested his left hand over your tummy, spreading his fingers over your skin to protect the baby he was all but certain was beginning to grow there.

“I’m so lucky,” he muttered into your hair. “You’re going to be the most incredible mother. For my babies. Gods, how did I get so lucky?”

You hummed and put your palm over his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “You’re going to be an amazing father.”

Kakashi’s heart thrummed in his chest. “You really think so?” He figured he would never fully shake his fears that he would fail to be the father his children deserved, but he knew before they even existed that he would do anything for them. He only hoped the things within his power would be enough.

“I know you will,” you replied, lifting his hand to kiss his palm, then placing it lovingly back over your tummy. “I can’t wait to raise a family with you.”

“Neither can I,” he answered with a kiss to your temple. “Thank you… for giving me the chance.”

“Of course,” you murmured adoringly. “There’s nothing more I want in the world.”

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accidents pt. II | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: during a long case away, Spencer accidentally sees Reader's nudes on her phone and can't cope because he is a MESS for reader whoops pt.II The Reckoning /j, this is basically just 10k words of porn with feelings yikes

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, 18+ only, fem!reader, fluff, some angst (still Spencer feeling he isn't good enough 😔), EMOTIONSSS, Spencer STILL loves you so much, he gets a hug, and so much more!, talk about sex, detailed asking for CONSENT (be safe people), sex (piv), some frottage, uhhh what else, dirty talk, some dom/sub understones (sub!Spencer ofc), little bit allusion to subspace, Spencer discovers so many kinks in this awww we're so proud of you bby (mentioned kinks: praise kink, squint of liking being embarrassed, tiiny bit of a voyeristic thing), also I made him a virgin whoops so virgin!Spencer, proofread but prolly not perfect lol. Tell me if I'm missing any tags I am so tired

(also, Spencer will be bisexual in all of my Spencer fics because I am not a coward like the writers were and I will honour Spencer the way he was intended to)

HERE you can read pt. I, I do recommend it to have context and all but do whatever you want lmao I'm not your mother anyway have fun being completely wrecked like I was while writing this!! also thanks so so MUCH for 400 followers and almost 2k likes on the first part, you guys are the best and I hope you enjoy this fic as a thanks!!<333

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Spencer’s never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.

His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-

It’s you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he can’t just-

“Spencer?”

He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-

“Uh, yeah, just a second!”, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-

He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and –

“Okay, I’ll just…chill with that weird plant here.”

An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.

After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that it’s not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.

And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.

For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.

“Hi.”

You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesn’t know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.

You’re not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelope’s.

“Hi to yourself”, you chuckle, “Can I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?”

Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.

“Only seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.”

He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you don’t hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.

Spencer’s breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his body’s response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is… a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious he’s trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isn’t enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.

The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what you’re thinking.

“Spencer”, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didn’t make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. “Do you hate me?”

“Wha-“, he sputters your name, “No- no! Of course, I don’t- whe- why would you think that?”

You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. “Because you’ve been acting hella weird these last few days and you won’t tell me whyyyy”, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else he’s just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.

“I haven’t been acting weird, really, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-

“Is it because you saw my nudes?”

Spencer almost breaks his neck with how fast he whips his head down to look at you again. A strangled noise escapes him without permission and what. What.

“Because, that would actually explain so much, especially the way you’ve been acting and really, that’s probably on me because I’ve always been telling myself to put them behind a password block but I somehow always manage to forget that because apparently I have only one braincell left that’s stuck spinning on the deep-fried version of Funky Town and well, I guess I’m glad it was you that found them and not someone else and-“

“What? No, no, I didn’t- What- that’s not- what-“, Spencer cuts off your rambling with a horrified, screeched version of a protest because how- how could you have guessed what’s going on with just one try? Is Spencer so- so absolutely besotted with you that he’s so obvious? Spencer is so very confused and overwhelmed with whatever the hell is going on, he kind of misses the slight twitching of your mouth.

“Come on, Spencer. I said it’s fine and basically my own fault. Uh- well, actually… sorry. Because, well, that’s probably not very work-appropriate… I will pay for your therapy session, just send me the bill.”

Spencer thought he’d reached the limits of confusion seconds ago but apparently, he hadn’t. What. What are you even saying?

“Therapy sessions?”

You just- ignore him.

“Oh, also, please don’t tell Hotch? He’ll be pissed, despite me literally just doing hot-girl shit, y’know-“

Oh, Spencer cannot take it anymore.

He says your name and, “Stop, please, please, just-“

You snap your mouth shut, pulling your lips between your teeth and Spencer definitely doesn’t miss the way you have to force your mouth to stay still this time.

“Are you- is this a joke?”, Spencer asks, frazzled and desperate and so confused he just wants to bury his head under the duvet and never come out again. Because if you don’t actually know but- are just joking around, oh Spencer is overwhelmed, alright.

Your expression changes into something panicked then. “No, no, Spencer, sorry. I’m- sorry. Of course I’m not joking, I’m so sorry. It’s just a little bit too easy to tease you. Sorry.” You actually look apologetic now, lips downturned and frowning slightly.

“Not joking- so… so, you know?”, there’s something big and anxious pressing inside of Spencer’s chest. The urge to hide away and never face daylight again intensifies tenfold. He’s flushing before he realizes, hands trembling and breathing a bit too fast to be considered normal. Oh god, you know, you actually know, you’re going to- you’re never going to speak with him again you are probably here to tell him how weird and- and-

You must’ve noticed the frenzy he is thinking himself into, because you reach out with one hand and gently nudge his thigh with one knuckle. “Spencer”, you say, voice serious and steady and not the slightest bit disgusted or harsh and it snaps him out of his anxiety spiral.

“I knew the second I walked back into that room after you basically fled the precinct. I am, really, genuinely, sorry for making you uncomfortable. Like, it wasn’t actually my intention for you to see them. And then, after I realized what… I just wanted to wait and see what you’d do, if you came to talk to me or, well…”

You sigh, the hand that nudged him ruffling through your hair.

“I didn’t handle this situation very well. I’m really sorry. So… “, you trail off, scrunching your nose in that adorable way of yours that makes Spencer want to kiss it until it scrunches even further because you’d laugh and try to fight him off.

“We can just- forget about this. Forget that it ever happened, or-“, you hesitate again.

Spencer feels suddenly breathless. Like he stands in front of a cliff face, seconds before taking the step to send himself careening towards something immeasurably great or devastatingly fatal.

“Or…?”, he breathes, voice small and unsure.

You meet his eyes again after what feels like hours. There’s something intense in them, burning, and it’s like an electric shock to Spencer��s system. He’d give anything for you to keep looking at him like that forever.

“Or”, your hand returns to his thigh, but this time you let your fingers travel along the shape of it and Spencer whimpers. The burning in your eyes intensifies and Spencer feels hot, suddenly, so hot he’s burning with it. “Or we can do something else.”

“Something else?”, Spencer basically croaks because his throat is so dry and it’s difficult for his body to function properly when you are touching him like that.

You hum in agreement. “Whatever you want. You can tell m-“

“You.”

You look a bit startled when he cuts you off with that one, desperate syllable. Startled but also endlessly amused and Spencer just- his mind is apparently turned off, what the-

You laugh quietly, and your eyes soften, and it does something to Spencer that leaves an ach-y feeling in his chest. Oh, he loves you so much he can’t take it.

“Sure. You can have me”, you say simply, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world for you to admit, “Tell me what exactly you want, because I’d give you the world if you asked.”

And suddenly there’s hot pressure behind Spencer’s eyes, at the back of his throat. You’re just- just- amazing and so lovely and so kind to him, no one has ever said something like that to him, he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Spencer blinks up to the ceiling, desperately willing these stupid unwelcome tears away because crying about you treating him kindly is so on the bottom of the list of acting casual about this, so he rather feels than sees you sitting up next to him. Your hand slips from his legs and he feels the loss of your touch as if someone sucked the marrow from his bones. Before he can say something embarrassing like ‘please touch me again’ he feels your hand covering his. It fills him with a heady kind of courage.

“I want…”, Spencer starts, feeling entirely too uncomfortable with having to state his deepest and darkest desires. There’s the old familiar urge to start picking at his nails nagging at him, but you just interlace your fingers with his and start tracing random patterns into the skin there with your thumb. Spencer melts against you and tenses up at the same time because it’s just so- so nice. It feels so nice and Spencer never thought he’d ever get to have things like that with you but you’re here. You’re here, with him, and basically offering Spencer the entire world on a silver platter but it’s still so so unfathomably difficult just saying what he so badly wants.

“You want…?”, you hum slightly, voice soft and so tender as you continue painting patterns on his skin and Spencer would literally die for you. And that’s the entire problem. Spencer doesn’t know if you’d do the same. Well. Maybe not die die for him but. He can’t just sleep with you, and it not meaning anything to you. It would kill him. It would kill him, if after you give him tenderness and pleasure and acceptance in a way he’s never dreamed of receiving, you would go back to normal. Always politely distanced, close, but never close enough and it already twists his chest just thinking of that possibility.

“I just-“, he tries again, but when the words are stuck in his throat, sticky molten sugar that tastes like bile and fear, he pulls out of your grip and buries his face in his hands. He’s so bad at this. He’s the worst. No wonder he’s never had- had something like Morgan has, one night stand after one night stand (not that he particularly wants that, god no, but just-) because Spencer is just so bad at spilling all of the things that plague his gut and keep his thoughts in overdrive at night. No wonder he’s never even had a girlfriend or boyfriend before.

“Hey, hey, Spencer”, he feels your hands cupping his own, still over his face. Not taking them away, but just – there. “It’s alright, penguin, we can always come back to this another time. I’ll wait.”

Spencer’s face crumples and his breath hitches a little because- penguin. That’s the frankly ridiculous nickname you’ve been using for him ever since he apparently once looked like one, with that white scarf and knee-length black coat he wore during one of your cases where a blizzard surprised not only the team, but also the unsub. Spencer, like most of you, wasn’t prepared and thus, had to make do with what the helpful officers provided them with. And well, Spencer drew the penguin stick it seemed.

It’s ridiculous but sweet and it always makes him feel so loved, loved by you, because it’s adorable and theirs and he just loves it irrationally much, okay? And also, penguins are just really fascinating because-

“Did you know that most penguins live monogamously? The Emperor penguin is actually one of the only ones that mate seasonally, they only have one mate per breeding season. But most others have a mate for life, like, like swans and bald eagles.”

Before Spencer even opened his mouth, he was aware of the fact he was going to ramble on about some unimportant stuff. It’s always like this, it always feels like a breath he’s been holding in for too long, like an itch somewhere in his weird brain that only stops when he opens his mouth and infodumps and he cannot stop it. No matter how consciously he is telling himself to cut it out or screaming at himself to shut the fuck up you weirdo, it’s unavoidable. As soon as his brain latches onto a statistic or a fact it is reminded of, it’s an unstoppable force.

Like now. He is kicking himself. Why, oh why can’t he ever be normal? He feels himself flushing bright red from embarrassment and shame and frustration. He can’t believe he is rambling about birds while- while whatever the hell you two are doing right now. While in the middle of a conversation that started out with you confronting him about him seeing your nudes, jesus christ.

Spencer is about to suffocate himself with a pillow when you let out a graceless snort.

It confuses Spencer so much he lowers his hands to look at you and- oh.

Your eyes are shining with something that looks so close to what he would call affection, and it makes him want to bawl his eyes out and at the same time, smile so hard there’ll be laugh lines on his cheeks for the rest of the week.

“Well, that fits perfectly then”, you say, and Spencer doesn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

You smile just a little wider, a little more teasingly but in a nice way, in a kind way and it leaves Spencer’s chest blooming with warmth.

“If you’re my penguin, I’ll be your penguin.”

Youryouryouryouryour-

Spencer feels entirely braindead. Only the fact that you called him yours registers. Because yes. Yes. Spencer is so yours he’d gladly let you make every decision for him from now on in his life and yes. That’s not exactly a very normal thing to think. Or to want. Spencer doesn’t care. He’s never felt normal about you for a day in his life and he definitely won’t start now.

“You- you mean- like, as, as mates?”

You scrunch your nose in disgust. “If you want to call us that, I think I’ll take back my offer.”

It punches a giggle out of Spencer, sudden and kind of light-headed. He watches your face break into a wide grin.

“But you- you’d like that?” You’d like me?

You pull a face, sniffing in a nonchalant way, direct your face to your nails in fake disinterest.

“Sure. Whatever.”

And Spencer can’t help himself. He sobs out a laugh- laughs out a sob or, whatever that weird noise he makes is, because you’re so ridiculous and he loves you more than anything in the world.

You roll your eyes, fondly, shake your head slightly.

“Of course, Spencer. I’d like that very much because I like you a very unnormal amount. Literally. On my knees, crying, screaming etcetera”, you say just like that, smiling just like that.

Spencer feels like he’s dreaming. He must be. There’s no other explanation for it. He just can’t wrap his head around the fact that you could like him. You. You’re so, so lovely and amazing and you deserve everything good in this world and Spencer is just. Spencer.

“You- you like me? Me?”, Spencer can’t hide the incredulous tone that seeps into his questions because you like him?

There’s no traces of humour in your eyes anymore. Your eyes look painfully honest, face suddenly serious, and it steals Spencer’s breath away.

You lean closer to him again, grabbing his hands with yours. Your gaze bores itself into his, intense and steady and he can’t look away. “Spencer. I know it’s- I know life has been hard on you for way too long. And that leaves its marks on you. That’s fine. It’s human. But. You do not deserve any less love because of that, do you understand me? Of course I like you, what isn’t there to like? You’re kind and funny and sweet and just so- Spencer. You’re so lovable and it kills me to know that you don’t see how you are so worthy of being loved.”

Oh.

You can’t just- can’t just say things like that and expect him to not cry a little. Can’t expect him to act completely nonchalant and cool about all of this when you say things like that to him. Are you trying to kill him? Because it sure does feel like that.

Spencer is so completely at a loss. He doesn’t know what to say to that- not to mention what to do. How do you always do this? How can you see straight to the hidden, bruised core of him, littered with all these ugly and bad things and. Just. Figure out what to say to strike him exactly there.

It should scare him, being known so deeply. It should, but it doesn’t because it’s you. You are warmth and acceptance like his favourite place in front of a fireplace, book in hand and rain gently knocking against windows. You are quiet mornings at work, you are soft rays of sunlight in his hair, you are gentle hands helping you up when you fall and bruise your knees. You are –

A touch to his cheek startles him. He opens his eyes – when did he close them? – to your fingers brushing some stray tears away, so softly as if he’s something precious, something to be held delicately. That thought sends new tears spilling down his cheek. He can’t believe this is affecting him so much, so completely he simultaneously feels like he is going to shatter and be stitched back together again.

He never knew he needed this so much.

“Sorry for making you cry, penguin. I didn’t think this discussion about my lack of nude etiquette would get this emotionally damaging”, you say, voice hushed in the big silence of the room, a small smile on your lips and eyes so kind.

Spencer snorts, despite himself. This has really been a very bizarre evening. He feels almost drunk on the weirdness of it all, on the rollercoaster that his emotions have ridden all evening. That’s probably why he does what he does next.

“Neither did I, especially after you interrupted me while I wa-“

Spencer shuts his mouth so fast he clicks his teeth together, eyes wide and suddenly horrified. He- what-

Why?

Why can’t Spencer ever keep his big mouth shut? Is he completely and utterly insane?

There’re alarm bells going off somewhere in Spencer’s head and a concerning warmth settling deep in his stomach when your grin takes on a slightly devilish edge, one he knows all too well and. And. Oh. He’s in trouble. So much trouble. Why did he have to say that?

“After I interrupted you while?”, you prompt him, eyes electric and hot and oh god-

Spencer is so dumb. An idiot. Of the highest order. High IQ, where?

“Nothing”, he says, voice high-pitched and rushed and he curses himself and his ability to act everything else but nonchalant. He’d be the worst actor of all time.

“Spencer.”

The tone of your voice rearranges something in his neurons. He can feel himself sit up just that little bit straighter, can feel his mind buzz at the edges. He’s never felt like this before.

He loves it.

“Hmm?”, is all he gets out. Trouble, so much trouble.

Suddenly you’re standing up, away from him and Spencer wants to whine because you should stay there next to him, forever fixed to his side. He doesn’t have to despair long, because you take one of your knees and gently nudge his legs apart with it and okay. Okay. That definitely didn’t just send Spencer’s mind reeling. That wasn’t just totally the hottest thing that ever happened to him.

You slot yourself between his legs as if you own that space and. In his humble opinion, you do. You so do. Spencer is willing to give you a map of his entire body and a marker and tell you to please demarcate every part of him you want. He’d give it to you, no questions asked.

He is looking up at you, at your burning eyes that still hold something so soft in them that makes the lump in his throat bigger again. And by god, Spencer just needs to hear you say it again-

“You like me?”

You move closer to him, lifting one hand and placing it underneath his chin. Your thumb traces along his jaw and Spencer feels like he is going to burst into a million embarrassed pieces.

“Yes”, you say simply, but the way you say it. Spencer can’t help but shiver and exhale shakily. He feels so warm, everywhere. His skin burns where your fingers are touching him. He never wants this to stop.

“You- You want me?”

Your hand grips his face a little stronger, your other fingers splaying over and down his throat and there’s a high noise coming from somewhere and there’s goosebumps on his body everywhere and oh, wait- it’s him. The noise. Well, how embarrassing but. He doesn’t care. Nope. Not at all.

…Okay maybe a little. His face feels warm, suddenly, warmer than the rest of him and yes. He’s blushing, okay?

“Spencer”, the way you say his name it- god, “I want you. I said it before, but. I will give you anything. Tell me what you want, Spencer, and you will get it from me.”

Your eyes are so dark and your voice so low and Spencer actually whines and. He’s hard again, so hard, because he didn’t come before and now, he’s even more pent-up and his thoughts are a mess, but you haven’t even touched him more than this and he’s already so worked up from you just saying these things to him-

“I want you”, Spencer pants, currently finding no other English words in the dictionary of his mind. And well. Emily was right about him. IQ slashed to zero when pretty person do thing.

He watches you take a deep breath, as if to steady yourself, as if this whole thing is affecting you as much as it affects him but that’s- ridiculous. Impossible. Because. Have you seen yourself?

“I know that, Spencer. But what do you want from me? Do you want me to kiss you?”, you ask, face suddenly so close to his Spencer feels your breath fan over his skin, and he whimpers because yes he wants that wants that- “Do you want me to touch you more?”, your other hand grabs his side, gentle but just a little bit roughly and Spencer is suddenly vividly reminded of the fact how strong you are and he feels kind of lightheaded-

“Do you want me to fuck you, Spencer?”

Spencer is going to pass out. And die. And moan and say, “Please yes yes yes”. Maybe not in that particular order.

“Okay, angel, anything you want”, you say, smiling softly at him as if he’s the best thing in the world and angel. Angel. Angel.

Before he’s even started to process you calling him angel, he sees a glint in your eyes, that edge in your smile again and before he knows what’s happening, you’re kissing him.

You’re kissing him and it’s- everything.

Your mouth is soft against his, and Spencer’s insides twist and flutter and his brain is kind of lagging behind, but he wants to be closerclosercloser-

It’s so good Spencer completely blanks on everything. There’s nothing in his mind except the feel of your lips moving against his. There’s no insecurity, no embarrassment tainting this moment even though this is literally like, only the sixth kiss or so of Spencer’s life and he has no idea what he is doing. But it’s so good.

A noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper escapes him when you lick into his mouth and Spencer’s soul almost leaves his body. He feels you shudder where you are pressed together, chest to chest.

“Spencer, Spencer”, you breathe against his lips, in between wet, hot, kisses. You rub your nose against his, eyes closed.

“Hmm?”, he hums, his voice somewhere in Canada or wherever. His mouth is too busy smiling so wide it hurts, anyways. No time for articulating anything.

“You’re amazing, Spencer, amazing.”

And he wants to shake his head, no, because the only one amazing here is you. But it’s impossible to disagree with you when your mouth has returned to his in a way that is probably ruining him for anyone else. (He’s okay with that.)

You peck him on the lips once, twice more, before you press your lips against his jaw, exactly where you had your fingers before. Your hands are basically the only thing holding Spencer up in a sitting position, because he feels like molten chocolate in your hands. Muscles apparently forgetting to do their job and well. Who can blame them? Spencer has stopped thinking in proper sentences the moment you had walked into his life, so. Only a matter of time until you broke the rest of him as well.

You kiss his neck and Spencer gasps. It’s really been a hot minute - three years, one hundred, twenty-one days and twenty hours to be exact – the last time he made out with someone. Everything feels heightened on his heated skin, especially you opening your mouth against him and licking him oh god-

It almost feels like a reward when you gently bite at his skin next. Spencer almost screams.

“So good, so so good for me”, he hears you whisper into the skin of his neck and this time, Spencer does make a noise. Because yes. He wants that. Be good for you. That’s the only thing in his fuzzy mind that feels clear, that feels graspable.

He can see your pupils dilate. Can see the wicked lilt to your lips. “You like being good for me, don’t you, angel?”

ANGEL. Spencer is nodding his head before he knows he does so. “Yes, yes.”

“Fuck”, he hears you breathe against him and it’s strange, seeing the effect he has on you. Did really he do that? “I can’t believe how incredible you are, sweetheart.”

And you need to stop. If you keep calling Spencer these things- he’s pretty sure he won’t survive this. The team would need to find another genius to solve cases with. His cactus Greg would dry out and wilt and die. You and Penelope would need to find another victim to send confusing memes to.

“Did you like my pictures, Spencer?”, you then ask and that’s so not fair. You can’t just ask him that while he’s so utterly in your hands that he’s sure he’d tell you about every little fantasy he’s had about you ever if you asked.

Because Spencer wants to be good, feels that need so deeply in his bones, he nods frantically. “Yes, I- I liked them.”

At the same time the words leave his mouth, something feels wrong. There’s an ugly thing twisting in his stomach, so unpleasant it momentarily occludes the high-octane bliss-fuzz fogging up his mind.

You notice the shift in mood almost immediately. “What’s wrong, angel?”

And well. It’s just- that guilt. Of not saying anything to you about Spencer seeing your nudes, of just ogling you like that without your permission. That wasn’t very good of him. Actually, the opposite. He’s been bad and he hates that. Hates that so severely that there’s suddenly tears on his cheeks and oh no. That’s mortifying. Who cries before sex? Jesus Christ he’s such a virgin it is genuinely embarrassing.

“I’m- I’m sorry”, he stutters, a little bit hysterical, creating distance between you, arms slung around himself, “I should’ve, should’ve said something, I’m so so sorry, I’m the worst friend and now I’m- I’m crying, oh god, I’m so sorry-“

“Hey, hey hey whoa. Spencer, darling. Penguin. Look at me, please?”

But he shakes his head. He doesn’t deserve to look at you again. What was he even thinking? He was- so creepy and now- now-

Two warm hands grab his face and then Spencer is looking into your eyes again. He squeezes his own shut, but all that it does is send more tears spilling over his cheeks and he’s so fucking stupid-

“Baby, please.”

Spencer sobs.

Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. That’s the best thing he has ever heard but he doesn’t deserve these things.

“Of course you deserve it, silly goose”, you say and oh. He’s said that out loud.

Your thumbs brush over his cheeks and Spencer can’t not lean into your touch, despite everything. Because that’s just the way it always is. He’s drawn to your warmth and tenderness like a moon revolves around its planet.

“I thought we’d established that it was an accident? And if it was someone’s fault, then mine, because no password, remember?”

Spencer opens his eyes. The deep affection swimming in yours makes him sob again. He’s a mess. A crying, horny mess and Spencer definitely fucked this up. Why does Spencer always ruin the few good things in his life?

“Spencer, Spencer. Hey. It’s okay, I promise you. We wouldn’t be doing this, if it wasn’t, okay?”, you kiss his nose. “Do you want to lay down, maybe?”

He nods, not really thinking clearly. He moves up the bed, under the covers and curls up on his side. He waits for you to get up from the bed, for you to walk over to the door and leave. To say that this was a mistake, he was a mistake. To say that you take back everything you said to him in the last half hour.

He’s not just a little surprised to feel your weight dip the mattress, to feel even more sudden warmth engulf him when you spoon him from behind. You start tracing swirly patterns over the skin of his arm and he feels goosebumps spread all over his body.

Some minutes tick by, you still holding him, when his tears have finally dried up. He doesn’t remember crying so much in one day. Spencer feels miserable.

“Do you still like me?”, he asks, and yes, it’s pathetic and stupid but. He doesn’t care if you never have sex or if you’re not going to be more than his friend now. Because the thought of you not being in his life in any capacity anymore- just no.

He can feel you freeze and take in a sharp breath. “Wha- Spencer. Of course, I still like you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to be with you. In any way you’ll have me.”

You sound so understanding and sincere and actually confused about his fear as if you’d never even think of not liking him anymore and and and-

And something in him just- snaps. He wants you, needs you so much he’s going to die if he doesn’t-

He shuffles and turns in your arms until he’s face to face with you. You look at him, eyebrow raised in question but so beautiful and lovely and you still like him-

“I want you so bad”, he says and then he presses his lips against yours again.

You respond immediately, low moan escaping you and Spencer is greedy, he wants to hear more, feel more, feel everything with you.

He’s kissing you as if he’s going to die if he ever stopped, which, yes, he absolutely would, and you kiss him back as if you can’t live without him. It makes everything become hazy again, like before, and every bad feeling suddenly feels eons away. Like he’s underwater, floaty and relaxed. Safe, he feels safe in the way you kiss him and hold him. Like you always do.

You move your kisses to his neck, sucking and biting and Spencer is moaning and moaning and can’t stop and then suddenly, you’re gone, what –

“Spencer, Spencer, wait”, you pant, out of breath and flushed and he wants to cry again, “Sorry, sorry I just-“

You frame his face in your hands, a little bit roughly. “I’m so sorry for making this so hard, you’re being so good for me, but Spencer. Have you done this before?”

Somewhere in the fog that is his minds, Spencer finds his voice. It’s high and airy but he doesn’t care. “No, no, I haven’t.”

He watches you take a deep breath, feels your fingers digging into his skin a little bit more.

“Tell me. Do you want this, Spencer?”, your voice is shaking as if you need to keep yourself in check and Spencer can’t believe he’s getting to see you like this.

“Yes”, he says because he can’t ever want anything else, and, “Please make me feel good.”

You inhale sharply, your grip on his face bordering on painful. “Spencer, you’re incredible, amazing, the best- I’ll make you feel good, okay? I’ll make you feel so good because you deserve it.”

“Yes”, Spencer is not ashamed of how whiny he sounds. No. He’s owning it now. This is his thing now, okay? He’ll gladly be your pathetic wet cat, or whatever the term was that you sometimes use to describe him with. Whatever it even means.

“Good”, you grin, and then you push on his shoulder hard and he’s on his back. And you. Sitting on top of him, thighs on either side of him. Straddling him exactly where he wants you most and he exhales a needy ‘ah’. His hypothesis of liking being manhandled is… yet to be disproven. He’s discovering so many things about himself today.

Pleasure radiates in waves from where you’re passively giving pressure to his hard cock and yeah okay. This is good. Amazing. He’s never felt better. But-

“Please.”

“Please what, angel?”

“More?”

“More what?”

Your fingers trailing along his throat and jaw, down his chest and teasing ghost-like over his nipples are not really helpful in finding the right words to what he wants. You take pity on him.

“More touch?”

Spencer nods his head, so fast he almost gets dizzy because he’s at that point again where everything feels liquid, hazy, a little bit unreal. So, speaking is already quite the task.

You smile at him as if he just solved the most difficult equation. “Doing so good, Spencer. Incredible.”

He moans. Okay. Another hypothesis to add to his ever-growing list of scientific discoveries today.

“Where do you want touch, Spencer? Here?”, there’s hands in his hair. He shakes his head.

“Hmm… Here?”, fingers drawing circles on his chest and yes, that feels nice, so nice but he wants-

“Here?”, you ground your hips down and jesus-

“Yes!”, Spencer almost chokes on the sound. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he whimpers. “Please.”

You exhale shakily, looking flush. “Okay. Because you ask so nicely.” There’re two little taps on his lower stomach through his shirt. “Do you want to take this off first? Or no?”

The way you give him the chance to say no- the way you respect his autonomy so deeply-

It’s basic human decency, yes, but it’s also the hottest thing and Spencer feels so valued and understood and safe that he’s not even hesitating when he mutters a quiet yes.

You help him sit up because he’s currently not really heir over his body like he usually is. Help his head out of the shirt and thread his arms out. And then, he’s half naked in front of you and suddenly, the doubt and insecurity that’ve been so quiet so far are back with a vengeance.

The urge to cover himself is so big it’s impossible to stop his arms from wrapping around himself.

Spencer knows he’s not ugly. He’s not that bad looking actually. Can’t be too bad if Morgan keeps insisting on calling him pretty boy, even though Spencer sometimes still has the sneaking suspicion that he’s teasing him. But his friend wouldn’t be so cruel.

But other people like to be. Pipe-cleaner, leek, straw, big-eyes. He’s heard it all before. He has matured enough and grown into himself so that these things don’t bother him like they used to. But still. Still. These things are arduous to scrub from under his skin.

Your gaze on him though- he’s never felt so, cleaned from all of these mean words before. You look- you look reverent while mapping his skin and maybe that’s the reason why he lowers his arms again.

“Spencer. You’re a dream”, you say, almost in trance. Almost as if you’re hypnotized by him, and he’s flushing. But. Being watched so intently, being admired like that. He feels his dick give an indigent twitch against your clothed core. Another thing for the list.

“So impatient”, you tut and Spencer flushes more. He thinks he’s waited long enough for this. But he doesn’t say that. If you stopped now- he would definitely combust spontaneously.

You lean down, over him. Hands trailing along his sides like you did earlier, but without any clothes between your skin and his. It’s almost too much. And not enough. He feels electrified, where you touch him. His heart is hammering against his ribs so hard you must be able to feel it. His stomach is in knots, fluttery. He’s never felt more alive.

You connect your lips to his throat, placing kiss after kiss along the arched length of it. Follow the same path with your tongue and Spencer whines, curves up against you a little. Everything feels so good Spencer is floating in it.

You shift your attention to his collarbones next, kissing but then gently biting and Spencer feels the indents of your teeth all the way through to his back and he hopes, wants, you to sink them into him so deep they’ll leave marks. So that he carries the evidence of this with him for the rest of this case, so that there’s absolutely no more doubt to who he belongs to. That thought alone makes him whimper, makes him feel that tiny little bit more lost in you.

You start kissing along his chest, down his stomach. Open mouthed, wet kisses and Spencer shivers when the places you put them feel cold after because of your spit. The lower you get, the noisier he becomes and at one point, Spencer would’ve been embarrassed. Well, he kind of is, but he’s also so turned on that the embarrassment doesn’t feel as stifling like usual. Rather, in a weird way, it makes everything hotter, and he does not own enough brain capacity right now to decipher that. But he does add it to the list.

When your face is dangerously close to the waistband of his pyjama, Spencer tenses, holds his breath. Being shirtless is one thing, but… well.

“It’s okay, Spencer. We only do as much as you feel comfortable with”, you murmur, giving a small peck to the left of his belly button. You calmingly follow his sides with your hands, smiling at him with so much affection in your eyes that Spencer feels speechless, breathless, until the tension releases his muscles again and he melts into the sheets.

“’m just…”, he tries, he really tries so hard to tell you that he wants this more than anything he’s ever wanted but that he just feels… insecure.

You kiss his stomach again. “How about we only take off the pyjama? For now? If you want to take off your underwear too later, we can still do that.”

That… that’s actually a good idea. So, he nods.

“Words, angel.”

“Yes, yes. That’s- good.”

You look so proud of him. “You’re so good, Spencer. Perfect.”

He moans embarrassingly loud. He really should be more concerned about this. About how you are basically pulling him apart, thread by thread and he just lets you, willingly. How you know which threads to pull to reduce him to a sweaty mess in what felt like 0.2 seconds.

There’s a finger dipping beneath the waistband, moving back and forth along the newly exposed skin. Your eyes watch him intently, almost predator-like. A question is in there somewhere as well and Spencer nods again.

You help him lift his hips, help him pull down the pants. Spencer is kind of busy kicking his legs a little to shake them off completely but when he looks back and down himself to where you are hyper-focused on the outline of his cock through the thin fabric he blushes.

Even more when he notices the big, dark blue splotch in front of his underwear. That’s definitely never happened before. How embarrassing.

When you look up at him again, you’re also flushed. Eyes dark, wide, voice kind of unsteady. “Spencer, Spencer, can I?”

“Please”, and then you palm him with your hand, and it feels so good it takes all of his concentration to not come on the spot. He doesn’t know if he’ll survive this until you arrive to the main thing.

It’s not the first time someone has touched him like that, but it is the first time you are doing it, and it already feels better than anything he’s ever felt before. You’re either a wizard or Spencer is just biased because he thinks everything you do is ten times better than the same thing done by someone else.

Probably the first reason.

He has his head angled back, one of his arms thrown over his eyes. If he looked at you now, he’s pretty sure, he’d come. Visual stimulation on top of physical would probably be the end of him. It’s already too much, just feeling your hand move up and down his dick in various pressures. Almost as if you are testing what he likes best, and Spencer is definitely here for it. Definitely. He’s happy to just let you experiment with him until you know all the different ways to drive him mad with pleasure with just a few moves.

Which, you apparently already figured out, judging by the way Spencer can’t form a single coherent thought anymore. It’s already, so good, so freaking good holy shit, and you’re still not touching him. Still a layer of fabric between your hand and him and he kind of- just-

“Take it off?”

You still your hand, looking up at him. You look kind of crazed, almost a little pained. It takes two deep breaths for you to process what he just asked, eyes a little unfocused before they fix Spencer to the bed with an intensity that makes him feel unfocused. “You sure, angel?”

Spencer literally can’t do anything but nod. You stay in your position for some moments longer, before you sigh out a long breath, mumbling something that suspiciously resembles you’re gonna be the death of me. Spencer misses your warmth on top of him the second you hoist yourself up. It’s kind of crazy and destitute of him. You are literally right there but he’s waited for this for so long it feels like he’s suffocating without your weight pressing him down. Which is ironic and also, insane.

Your fingers are gentle, when they move under the stretchy fabric of his underwear. Even gentler when they pull down and down and down until Spencer is entirely naked in front of you.

Oh, he feels so exposed. While he has been the recipient of a mediocre hand job before, it’s been in his trousers. This is kind of the first time someone sees him naked like that, because school locker rooms and his mother don’t count.

He doesn’t dare look at you. If there’s anything akin to disappointment, not to mention disgust on your face- Spencer probably would have to jump out the window, stat. His gaze is frozen on his cock, steadily leaking precum on his stomach (which, embarrassing). He’s abashedly trying to insert himself into your point of view, tries to imagine what you think about seeing him like this. What you might think about his dick, if it’s too short or too thin or if it looks weird, if he should’ve shaved. If his legs look strange and too gangly now, or if his stomach connects to his pubic area wrong or-

“Holy shit”, you say, and Spencer is too curious for his own damn good sometimes, because he can’t force his gaze to stay away from you.

You look at him- like before. Reverent but more, so much more. He almost feels like a deity, the way you look at him. Someone to be awed by, someone that should be worshipped. Spencer feels his already in overdrive heartbeat quicken even more, blood flushing his cheeks so much it leaks down his throat, to his chest.

Spencer would literally kill to have you look at him like this for the rest of his life.

“Holy shit, Spencer”, you repeat, eyes now meeting his, “You’re like- a literal fucking dream. I cannot believe- you’re so beautiful, how are you so beautiful everywhere?”

Spencer whimpers and he needs you to touch him kiss him fuck him anything please now or he will absolutely die from heart palpitations.

Some of his despairing thoughts must’ve come through to you, because the next thing you do is moan, which is the best thing he’s ever heard. Then, you take off your sweater. Second to go is your cropped tank top and you aren’t wearing a bra and good heavens.

Pictures could never compare. Not even Botticelli could’ve adequately committed you to canvas.

Spencer must’ve taken some brain damage from seeing you half naked. He doesn’t remember you taking off the remainder of your clothes, nor does he remember you straddling him again. But, fuck.

Spencer kind of doesn’t use the f-word that often but-

fuckfuckfuckufuckfkcufuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkc-

You’re warm against him, and wet, so freaking wet, and it feels so mind-blowingly good- it’s a miracle he’s still holding on. But-

“Won’t last long”, he gets out, breathy and whiny and just so goddamn fuzzy from pleasure. The world could literally perish right now, and he wouldn’t care. He can’t care, because this is the best thing that ever happened to him and he won’t ever care about anything else ever again other than feeling you, you you you you, against him.

“Spencer, Spencer”, you breathe, gasp, and fuck, the way you keep using his name. “Are you okay? Do you still want this?”

It’s ridiculous you even ask. But the warmth in his chest, the feeling of comfort and safety and ease – because everything with you is so easy, so natural - he feels with the way you look after him-

He feels your thumbs caressing his wet cheeks. You put small, sweet kisses all over his face. Take the time to brush away some of his sweat-sticky hair from his forehead. Place kisses there too. You end with a drawn out, gentle kiss to his lips.

“What do you say, sweetheart?”

There’s really only one way for him to answer that. He trusts you. Plain and simple. There’s no one else he could ever do this with.

“Yes, I want. Please.”

You kiss him again. “So good Spencer, you’re so fucking good to me. I can’t believe you are trusting me with this. You are incredible, angel.”

Spencer doesn’t know how it’s anatomically possible, but he blushes even harder. Also, feels his cock twitch against you because he apparently likes to be called good almost as much as he likes being good. For you. Only you. Jesus Christ.

“Do you have a condom?”, you ask and ah. Well.

“Suitcase”, and wow. First word with more than one syllable since you straddled him the first time. He’s being so brave right now. He deserves a medal. Proof of Being Able to Speak Polysyllabic Words While Getting Fucked (Almost).

There’s humour glistening in your eyes, when you hide a fake gasp behind your hand and say, “Oh my god, Spencer you dog. Can’t believe you planned this entire thing.”

Spencer almost chokes on his own spit. “N-no! I just- uh, like being prepared.”

You grind down a snort, drive your teeth into your lower lip. “In case you accidentally saw your coworker’s nudes and them being down to fuck you about it?"

Oh my god, you’re the most ridiculous person he’s ever met. He can’t stop himself from grinning because seeing you trying to keep your laughter at bay-

“Yes. That.”

“But what if- what if it was Rossi instead of you seeing them? How would’ve your plan worked out then, huh?”, you wheeze, shaking from literal suppressed laughter and Spencer makes a sound like a dying horse.

“Rossi? Rossi?”

“Oh my god, imagine it would’ve been Hotch. He would’ve probably fired me so hard and then called me a week later to disappointed-dad-talk me to come back but to please, refrain from bringing personal files to work in the future.”

Spencer laughs. He’s still rock-hard underneath you, but he’s laughing because that’s what you always do. Being so absurd and silly that he’s shocked to laughter.

He adores you with every fibre of his being.

“What the fuck?”, you ask, incredulous but laughing yourself, “Is my misery amusing to you?”

And Spencer feels like being a little bit of a brat. “Very.”

You flick his nose. Grumble something like I’ll show you misery and then you move your hips against his and Spencer sees stars. Let’s out an embarrassingly high whine.

Ah well. It was still worth it.

“Don’t move”, you order, when you climb down from him to retrieve a condom. Spencer watches you, lets himself look at you. All the times he’s wondered how it would be, how it would feel like, being in this kind of situation with you. He’s never in a million years thought it would feel so familiar. Like you’ve done this before, so many times that it’s just become something normal between you two. He’s actually relaxed. So turned on it feels like he’s going to burst any second, but he’s calm. He feels comfortable, so much so that it doesn’t even matter that it’s the first time he’s doing this and he’s so clueless about all of this.

But he knows, if it’s with you, he never ever has to worry about anything.

“Do you have lube as well?”, you ask, rifling through his suitcase and distracting him from his sappy thoughts.

“Hmm. No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, angel”, you say while returning to Spencer, and the nickname kind of switches something off again in his brain. Perfect. He’s never going to be able to be normal again about that word.

“We’ll have to get some, for next time. Always feels better with it.”

Spencer hasn’t really registered more than next time next time next time-

He’s pulled out of his daze of knowing your intentions of this not only being a one-off thing, when you straddle him again, a bit lower on his legs. Spencer moans, loud and high, when you grab him by the base and god, fuck, his skin is tingling with anticipation.

With your other hand, you grab the condom and then use your teeth to open the packet, and his cock jumps in your hand. How are you so hot. How does everything you do turn him on so much, what.

He watches you take out the plastic ring as if he’s watching from above, out of his body. He watches as you position the condom over his tip and then pull it down, down and Spencer’s brain must be lagging because he feels everything with at least a two second delay and shit, god, son of a-

“You ready, baby?”

He makes a noise between a sob and a whine. He’s losing his mind. “Please please please-“

“Fuck, Spencer”, you whine, lift yourself up a bit with your legs and then you are sinking down on him, inch by agonizing inch.

It’s so good, it’s so good, you are so warm, so hot, and Spencer can’t stop making noises until your hips are flush to his and he’s inside you.

You let out a loud, drawn-out moan above him. “Fuck, fuck, Spencer. You feel so fucking good, holy shit.”

He feels like he’s one move away from coming. God, oh god, it feels so incredible.

“Can I move? Spencer, please?”, your voice is wrecked, you’re flushed down to your navel, and you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.

“Please please please please”, it’s the only word he remembers how to pronounce.

“Fuck”, you almost sob, lifting yourself almost completely off him. You lower yourself back down again, one swift move, and you both moan.

You pick up the pace a little, fucking him with still languid but purposeful thrusts. Every time his cock sinks back into you, Spencer feels bits and pieces of his sanity crumbling away. He can’t think, can’t speak, his mind so fogged up and fuzzy he’s having troubles remembering who he is. He’s so completely at your mercy he’d let you do anything to him.

That turns him on a worryingly huge amount. List, something about a list somewhere.

“Oh, god, look at you. Spencer, baby, angel. You feel so good inside of me, so good.”

He keens, grabs at your strong thighs bracketing his slim hips. Arches up into you, closerclosercloser-

“You like being good for me, right angel?”, you ask, hips slowing down to a gentle grinding that absolutely drives Spencer insane and he’s too far gone to even nod, “It suits you. Being so wrecked for me, moaning and shaking. God, fuck, you’re divine, Spencer, fuck.”

The pressure behind his cock, low in his stomach, that’s been building all evening, all week, holy shit, it’s too much. Spencer feels delirious, feels your hotness around him, feels your hands pressing his chest down into the bed. He’s going to die it feels so good.

“You going to come for me, Spencer? You gonna be good for me and come inside of me?”

Please please please please- it’s all he can think, all he can feel, because because-

You give a particularly hard thrust and-

Spencer’s coming, moaning and moaning, shaking everywhere. He’s coming and it feels so good, so fucking good. He’s never come so hard in his life before.

He might have blacked out a little. The next time he’s aware of something, it’s you cleaning him with a wet washcloth. Slow, and gentle and Jesus.

“What?”, is the first thing he manages to say, and you snicker beside him. You caress his face, hand running through his hair, down his chest. Peck his lips. You’re both still naked.

“Feeling good?”, you ask and what kind of question even is that. You just fucked the soul from his body, and you ask him-

“I almost died”, he says, tagging your name at the end with an incredulous tint to it.

You snort, setting the washcloth on the nightstand behind you. You lie down close to him, cuddling into his side. “That was the plan.”

“Killing me with sex?”

“Yep. That’s for ogling my nudes without my permission, you creep.”

He says your name again, exasperated but so fucking fond it’s a miracle you’ve never noticed his pining before. You shrug, pull a ‘what can you do face’. Spencer rolls his eyes and then, unceremoniously, flops on top of you.

“Uffff”, you press out. “You’re smothering me, penguin.”

Spencer shrugs and copies the expression you just did. You bark out a laugh.

“Ha! Didn’t know post-sex Spencer is such a cheeky little shit. I’ve created a monster.”

He can’t entirely control his face, some parts of a smile slipping into his features. He does manage to poke out his tongue at you though, before he buries his face in your neck.

Some minutes tick by, you both enjoying the other’s presence and warmth and idleness, before something in his brain-

“Wait-“, Spencer splutters, pushing himself away from you so that he can look at you. “Did you- did you even finish?”

He’s kind of horrified. He was so focused on his pleasure- he- how did he forget? He doesn’t remember you coming and oh no, he’s such an asshole, who doesn’t make sure the other person has come as well and-

“Spencer, Spencer”, you shush him, fingers trailing along his back, and he shivers, eyes rolling back.

“I made myself come right after, don’t worry. You were kind of busy in your post-orgasm, pussy-drunk coma.”

Spencer flushes. “But I wanted to…”

You laugh softly. “You can do whatever to me, next time, sweets. This was about you. We’ll go on a date as soon as we’re back home. Fucking Florida is driving me nuts.”

Oh, he suddenly feels shy. A date? You want to go on a date with him?

“Really?”, he asks, and he hates how insecure he sounds.

You send him an unbelieving look. “Uh, what about the last hour makes you think otherwise? Seriously, Spencer, we need to work on your confidence.”

“Okay”, he mutters, a little bit pout-y and you scoff, pulling him down on top of your chest again.

There, with your hands painting patterns on his back and him completely lost in your warmth and familiarity, Spencer thinks that maybe, Florida isn’t that bad.

Bonus

“So, then. Made any scientific discoveries last night, pretty boy?”

Spencer chokes on his coffee.

“What?”

“Nothing”, his ‘friend’ says, smirking and leaning against his table, “You just seem to have figured out that little problem that’s been keeping that pretty head of yours all messed up.”

Spencer feels himself flush. Stupid body and stupid involuntary, physiological reactions. Morgan picks up on it, of course.

“Ohhhhh, want to share with the class what those discoveries were?”

Briefly, so very briefly, Spencer thinks of his self-compiled list but- no no no no.

“Shut up, Morgan.”

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MeChat NSFW Alphabet - K [Kink (one or more of their kinks)] - Tamura Blood

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Hunting / Prey/Predator Kink

"I'm gona get you." Tamura growls. He stalks through the alleyway. Your heart thrums in your chest and you slip away.

Again and again you evade him, leading him to the apartment you share.

You lock the door before he can get to you. "Y/N!" He hollers, slamming his fists against the door. You screech with joy, rushing to the bedroom. "I'll come get you, little doe." Tamura calls out. You hear him pick the lock and burst through the door. Quickly you dive under the bed.

You hear his footsteps and then see his shoes approach the bed. "Where are you?" He singsongs. You put your hand over your mouth so he does not hear you giggle. But he is already crouching by the bed. "There you are, my pretty." He smirks. He reaches out and grabs you by the scruff of your neck. "let me go." You feebly and very obviously fake protest. Tamura chuckles darkly. "You are mine now." He pulls you out from under the bed.

"Gotcha." He all but throws you onto the bed. You erupt in a fit of giggles. "No please, mercy." You barely manage to hiccup. "There will be no mercy for you." Tamura manages to stay in character. He pins you down, his fingers lacing with you. You give his hands a squeeze. Tamura grins widely down on you. "You are mine now, pretty little doe." He purrs.

He leans down, kissing you fiercely. You moan into his mouth. His grip on your hands thightens a little and he moans in return.

Tamura begins to grind down on you. You feel how hard he is in his slacks. Softly you moan into his mouth again. He licks at the seam of your lips. You let him in, your tongues dancing. Tamura groans and his thrusts become more fierce. You hook a leg over his lip, to let him grind against your clothed cunt. You whine into the kiss.

"Fuck." Tamura growls.

He lets go of your hands and begins to pull at your clothes. "Undress." He all but barks. "N-no, please." You try to keep in your role, but your hands are on his clothes as well. "I'll tear these clothes to tatters." Tamura pulls down your trousers and tugs at your panties. You whine loudly. You are so wet already. "I smell you." Tamura lower himself, so his face is between your legs. You whine loudly. You need him so bad. "Pl-please." You whisper. "Please what, sweet doe?" Tamura rasps.

He licks at the seam of your folds. You moan loudly. "Fuck yeah." Tamura growls. His tongue breaks the seam and thrusts into you. "G-Gods!" You cry out for him. Tamura groans against your folds. He switches to your clit, sucking down fiercely. You moan passionately. Your fingers tangle in his colourful hair and you pull him closer to your cunt.

"Tell me your mine." He demands. "I'm yours." You moan. "You belong to me." He grunts. "I belong to you." You affirm.

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ifangirlmorethanyou · 26 days ago

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Being in a relationship with an older man means being a woman who's being taken care of 24/7.

Imagine this: a pair of beefy and large arms wrapped tightly around your waist while being in a meeting, walking down the street, shopping, cooking, sleeping (or while being stuffed with his thick and veiny cock inside of your warm and spongy cunt).

A man that will not let you lift a single finger. He will do everything for you and only you.

Payments, rents, shopping bags, anything you want, he will give it to you.

Like the good girl you are, your hair will be all spread over the soft pillow, tears running down your cheeks, lips all bitten and swollen, your skin glistening with sweat, breasts covered with love bites and saliva, your nipples perked sweetly and shining under the moonlight.

Your legs are wide open, big and calloused hands gripping your plushie thighs to keep them open while he was devouring your pussy in the most delicious way possible. His thick tongue lapping and circling your swollen clit, teeth occasionally nibbling your folds. You're a mess, loud moans and whines coming from your mouth, your hands tugging his hair and making him groan, sending waves of pleasure through all your body.

You buck your hips, trying desperately to push him away when he kept eating you out after your third orgasm, making him grip your thighs harder, preventing you from moving.

You wanna stop? No, you don't. But your overstimulated pussy was begging for a break. He was devouring you whole, making you arch your back off the mattress, until a fourth orgasm hit your body, your eyes roll back your skull and your legs started shaking.

Oh... A long and very cozy aftercare follows after that...

Your boyfriend holding you softly against his chest, whispering sweet nothings against your ear while rubbing your back until you fall asleep. Of course, a hardened erection grew in his pants, almost painful.

But, of course, as the sweet and caring younger girlfriend you are, you will give him the best of the mornings.

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ifangirlmorethanyou · 28 days ago

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continuation of this.

★ thinking about choso who, despite having only recently lost his virginity to you, easily has the highest sex drive out of any of your previous partners.

he's practically always raring to go, no matter where you are, what time it is, or who you're surrounded by — it all blends into nothing more than mere background noise, the only coherent thought left in his mind being that he needs to have you.

he doesn't know exactly what happened... but ever since his first time with you, it's like a switch he never even knew was there has flipped, leaving him physically unable of going even a few hours without feeling your sweet warmth wrapped around him.

and he'll be all desperate and whiny about it to begin with, pale cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and clammy hands fiddling restlessly with the sleeves of his shirt as he timidly asks if the two of you can go someplace more private.

but the moment you're behind closed doors, it's just like that night all over again, with choso swiftly pinning you to the nearest wall and unforgivingly jackhammering the entire length of his cock up into you over and over again, all the while grunting incoherent words against the shell of your ear.

and if you do manage to make out any of his slurred speech, it'll usually be along the lines of "couldn't help myself, you just looked s'good today." or "i-i think you've ruined me... all i can t-think about anymore is being inside this tight, perfect little pussy. 's not fair."

it's almost like having two entirely different boyfriends; the usual shy, quiet version of him that hides behind you during conversations with strangers — and the rough, overly vocal version of him that only rears its not-so-ugly head while he's fucking you.

not that you'll ever be caught complaining. because after all, it's like having the best of both worlds.

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ifangirlmorethanyou · 29 days ago

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It ain't Toji if he didn't fuck you hard the night before the wedding. “So babe…you take my dick to be united with your pussy till death do us part?” Ramming in hard as you scream ‘ I do…i do…’ everytime the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. So much for beauty sleep before the big day.

It ain't Toji if he didn't continue well into the early morning hours, disturbing not just your sleep but also the hotel guests. Luckily, the occupants next to your room were your wedding guests and they just silently but traumatically endured.

It ain't Toji if he didn't strain your back and was now applying ointment to help soothe the muscle spasms while your friends help you get ready.

It ain't Toji if he followed tradition. Fuck he got ready in the same room, his dick instantly throbbing once he saw you all dolled up.

It ain't Toji if he was wise enough to use condoms. His last orgasm left you full but you two were running late for the ceremony and did not have enough time to shower properly. And it wasn't until you were in the middle of the ceremony that you noticed a trickle of cream suddenly gush out of your sore pussy. A tickling sensation as it trailed down the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Luckily you were wearing a long dress so no one would notice. But Toji noticed the familiar fidgeting. He just grinned in pride.

It ain't Toji if he didn’t call it quits early so he could take you back to the hotel and fuck you while in your wedding dress. He was quick to take off his clothes, standing naked in front of you and helping you push up your dress so he could sneak his hard cock back inside your cum stuffed pussy.

It ain't Toji if he didn't conceive on the night of his wedding.

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ifangirlmorethanyou · 29 days ago

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Squirting for Sy for the first time? I have to imagine that man would have a great reaction

His fingers were knuckles deep inside her, pumping in and out carefully and hitting all the right spots at once. She cried helplessly, panties dangling from her ankle while her ass lay flat on his desk. Pussy on display, just for him.

He loved having her all to himself.

Sy took a woman’s pleasure very seriously. He mastered the art of cunnilingus long time ago, always saying nothing brings him greater joy than hearing a lady ride her orgasm while he is head between her thighs, eating on her delicious hot pie.

With her he was still experiencing and learning all the hidden secrets of her body; what made her come harder, where was the spot that threw her off to oblivion.

She especially liked to be fingered and who was he to ever deny a lady what she wanted most?

“Come on, kitten” he murmured, adding another long finger inside her and curling all four of them while digging deeper inside. “Daddy wants to see you come again”

Redness took her face, spreading to her neck as she gasped breathlessly. No voice could even conjure in her throat as his callous thumb presssed onto her clit and drew circles onto it simultaneous to his fingers pumping in and out.

“Fuck, Sy!!!” She exclaims and then yelped with overwhelm. A stream of clear liquid squirted from her cunt as she came extremely hard around his fingers.

Much to Syverson’s surprise, who managed to dodge it.

Stirring inside her, his smitten expression was now replaced by a cocky grin that painted his face with joy while his girl still rode the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Good girl” he praised her with pride, licking his lips and finally removing his fingers from her clenched slit.

He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked her juices clean before slapping the side of her ass with apperception.

“Do you want me to do that to you again, or do you wanna switch, kitten?”

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— YOU'RE RIGHT, BABY | 𝐂.𝐁𝐂

▹ PAIRING: soft!dom fiancé bangchan x f. reader

▹ SYNOPSIS: Chan gets a little upset upon realizing that you weren’t wearing your engagement ring, but you make it up to him by letting him fuck you in his studio after a long day of work…

▹ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, teasing, dry humping and heavy petting, mentions of food, breeding kink + cream pie (chan’s a possessive freak and in love with the idea of getting you preggers lol), dirty talk, light breath play (f. receiving), pet names (good girl, baby), that’s about it

▹ WORD COUNT: 1.8k — DAY 2

BEING THE AMAZING partner you are, you decided to stop by the studio where your fiancé was working and bring him some dinner, and by dinner, I mean a box full of his favorite takeout foods:

Grilled beef, steamed rice, broccoli teriyaki, and a chicken egg roll…

He was working a few hours overtime that day, and aside from the fact that you wanted him to have something good to eat after expending such efforts, you really just missed his presence…

You missed looking at his gorgeous face and hearing his adorable voice while he did absolutely nothing but vibe with you… you missed having his hands on you and your hands on him as you both got lost in the lusts of your own hearts—

“Chris,” your voice came out gently as you stood behind him, caressing over his tense shoulders while he remained seated in his desk chair, “just rest your little head, baby… you worry too much…”

“I do… you’re right…” he sighs deeply while leaning his head back against the headrest to look at you, the smell of takeout distant in the room.

His eyes are clearly tired as you know he’s been overworked lately, but you hold yourself from bringing it up to him, placing a gentle kiss to the center of his forehead instead.

“Thanks for stopping by, though, princess,” he went on, and you already feel like he’s trying to push you away, despite how you literally just got here, “I have to get back to work now, though—”

“You’re always getting back to work, Channie…” you chuckle slightly, and his eyes flutter shut as your thumbs come across a particularly tight muscle in his left shoulder…

Digging in, you massage the knot gently, but the pressure you apply doesn’t feel so soothing at first—

“Ouch, that hurts!” Chan exclaims with a wince, and you simply smooth over his skin with your touch, massaging a different area instead as you decided to give that spot time to heal on its own.

“Look… your body’s aching as if you’ve been working in a field all day… that’s why I’m here to make you feel better,” you return, and his body is clearly starting to relax the more and more your fingers smooth along the base of his neck and back down his shoulders again, soft hums coming from his throat at the sensation.

“But you don’t have to, love…” he says, voice a little weak as the warmth of your touch reeled him into relaxation, “just having you around is making me feel better already…”

“Aww,” you pout facetiously, even though he can’t see it from where he’s sitting, “You missed me, Channie?… Your very own nagging fiancé?…”

“Nooo,” he corrects, turning in his chair now to get a proper look at you, “I missed my beautiful wife to be, and my adoring partner in crime…”

Reaching out a hand, the veins in his arm appear highlighted under the dim studio lighting as he guides your face into his before giving you a kiss that you both smile into… weakly though, considering how it’s literally 4 in the morning...

Breaking from the contact, you tug at his wrist slightly, not letting go until he finally gets up from the chair, letting you lead him to sit on the couch.

The look on his face now very clearly lets you know what’s on his mind, but you simply decide to sit on his lap in a straddle position, wanting him to make the first move from here…

And he did.

“Can I?” He asks while lifting his hands from the couch cushion, hovering them over your hips and being careful not to touch until you allowed him to.

“Of course, silly,” you chuckle, making him blush slightly at your brief fit of laughter.

“It’s not like anyone’s here to tease us for it,” you went on, thinking back to the countless times that your fiancé’s friends (specifically Minho and Han) would outwardly gag whenever you two publicly display affection—

“You’re right, baby… no one’s around to bother us,” Chris breathes in agreement, finally letting his eager hands rest at your hips before adding a bit of pressure as he caressed up your waist and along your thighs, “The two of us could practically get away with doing anything we want for the next few hours in here…”

You didn't even have to ask to know what he was specifically implying, but you decide to play dumb anyway, just because you absolutely loved hearing his strong Aussie accent come out whenever he was sexually worked up with you…

“Takeout’s still waiting to be opened, Chris,” you whisper, letting your nails gently drag against his scalp as he melts into your touch, his silky curls looping around your fingers, “we shouldn’t keep it out for too long or else it might spoil…”

“Well I’m not in the mood to eat anymore,” he whispers back in a raspy voice, and you let your weight sink further into his lap, your bottom resting right above the spot his true hunger was pulling him most.

“Use your words, baby… tell me what you want,” You press, leaving a kiss along his clenched jawline… and another one on his pretty thick lips… and a third one against his Adam’s Apple that makes him groan out loud…

Or maybe his groan had more to do with the way you were also rocking your hips against his clothed hard on, making his hands slightly grip at the fabric of your jeans for any sort of leverage.

“Why… of all the bottoms that you own, did you close to wear tight, denim jeans at a time like this?” He asks with frustration, making you giggle a bit at the way his chest rises and falls every time you circle in his lap, the rough material tantalizing him…

“Don’t you think they make my ass look good, though?” You tease with a pout, watching as he smirks at your question, only to hiss at your movements again.

“They make your ass look great, babe… but they also make it impossible for me to touch you properly…”

He was doing it again, you thought to yourself… That thing where he gets you to do what he wants without specifically asking.

Yes, Chris was a typically a pretty confident guy, but sometimes, you had a way of bringing out his shy, reluctant side when it came to sexual things, but you still found it cute nonetheless.

“Fine, then… since you’re too shy to ask for it properly, I’ll just do it myself,” you say in a bratty tone while getting up from his lap, and he visibly scoffs at the way you stood before him now, fingers meddling with the buckle of your jeans until he stopped you.

“C’mere,” he huffs, pulling you close to him by the belt loop of your jeans until you fall into the couch beside him with a gentle plop.

His smirks again once he finally unzips the rough fabric just enough to see a leak of what’s beneath, and the expression is so wide that his dimples come through…

At first, you’re not sure why he’s a grinning mess, but you understand once his fingers run over the lace of your black panties, the same pair that he brought you a while back on one of his tours cross-country.

“I’ll take a wild guess and say you wore these for me, huh?” He asks with a husk to his tone now that you’re bumping your knee against his clothed hard-on, and his hips subconsciously chase the friction.

“Mhm,” you hum softly, lifting up on your elbows now to look at him better, “I just didn’t expect you to take so long to get ‘em off me…”

“How cute,” he returns, and your eyes follow the veins trailing his forearm, his flexed fingers hooking at either side of your hips before tugging your jeans the rest of the way down and past your ankles with your panties, tucking them under the couch cushion for his private use later…

“Cute?” You repeat with a raised brow, spreading your legs before him as you both watched each others cores intently, practically itching within yourself for him to finally untie his sweatpants.

“Yup. Love it when you get in your little attitudes,” he says plainly, but his smile is half-hearted now as he leans over you, bracing himself with his hands before kissing your forehead.

You try to follow where his eyes are looking, but his bangs are in the way, and you can’t help but ask him what the matter is…

However, he doesn’t answer immediately, simply taking your hands in his and placing a kiss to l the closed knuckles of your left hand, right before pinning your wrist at either side of your head on the couch.

And that’s when it hits you… the reason behind his sudden change in aura:

You forgot to put your engagement ring on…

You had only taken it off for a second before coming to meet him in the studio because some oil from the takeout bag had spilled on your hands… while washing up in the bathroom, you had put the ring in your purse and simply forgot to put it back on…

Though, you knew at this point it’d be worthless trying to get that story through Chan’s thick skull, as he had already made up in his mind that you were playing games with him…

“Where’s your ring, baby?” Your fiancé asks while shimmying down his boxers and trousers with one hand, and you near choke on air at the sight of his glossy and girthy tip springing out before you, red and angry with need.

“I-it’s in my purse,” you stammer, almost feeling guilty now that you had even forgot to put it back on in the first place, “I can go and get it—”

“No need,” he interrupts you, lining himself up with your entrance as the depth of his voice equally catches you off guard, “just make sure you put it back on after this, yea?”

You winced at the sudden stretch of his cock filling you up just right, and your hips are already trembling at the delicious fullness.

“Channie… it slipped my mind, baby… please,” you say, and you’re not quite sure what it is that you’re begging for, but you always had a habit of going dumb around his cock, even if it’s just resting inside you.

“I gave you a simple order, love… now, do you understand me, yes or no?” He asks more sternly this time, thrusting into you with a sharp hit of his hips, and you internally cringe at yourself for hiccuping at the force.

“Y-yes, I understand,” is all you manage to say as he continues slamming his hips into you at a painfully slow pace, looking you dead in the eye as you crumble beneath his intense gaze.

“Say it again,” he orders, and you listen, gripping at his biceps and biting your lip as an attempt to keep your moans in, but the little whimpers and whines end up spilling out anyway.

You can feel Chan's cock twitch inside you every time you say yes for him, especially with the way your walls are throbbing around his length as he groans the words “good girl” in the midst of it all.

“So so good for me,” he continues, grinding his hips in a way that makes his pelvis graze your clit rythmically, and you’re sure you’re seeing stars once his hand finds your neck, just resting it there to get your attention.

“Good enough to let me cum in you, huh?” He questions, but it’s more so of a suggestion than anything, and you oblige to it, nodding your head in desperation as your hips start to follow the movements of his.

“Yes, baby… w-want you to fill me up so bad,” you whimper, and he lets a groan out right after you… one that makes your stomach flutter with emotions given how beautiful it sounded.

“Gonna put a baby in your pretty little stomach,” he huffs in between fucking you open with all his strength, “and at that point, who cares if you don’t have your ring on? Everyone will know who you belong to once your tummy’s all swollen because of me… tell me who this pussy belongs to…”

“Y-you, Channie,” you blabber out pathetically, your own mouth filling with saliva at how amazing he’s making you feel right now.

“Louder…”

“It’s all- fuckkk… yours, b-baby,” you cry out, and it’s a weak cry at that given the way his hand is tightening around your throat, but you don’t mind… not one bit when it feels THIS. Fucking. Good…

He finally lets his lips find yours in a needy kiss, and a string of spit keeps y’all together as he break away to let out a moan of his own, but you’re pulling him back into you, wanting him to be as close as possible to you in this moment.

The couch starts to creak to the rhythm of his movements, and you couldn’t be more thankful for the large cushions it was made with, otherwise you’re certain the both of you would’ve been on the floor at this point.

“Feels so fucking good inside you, baby… sooo fucking good,” he grunts, and you know he’s almost close just from the way his eyebrows are screwing into adorable little crinkles, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier by the second.

“F-fuck~” you mewl against his lips, feeling the knot in your own stomach tighten as his cock hit mesmerizing places inside you.

He keeps his hand snug around your neck while looking into your eyes, and his hips can’t bare to piston into your cunt any longer once your walls clench around him, making him feel dizzy in the head.

“Cum in me,” you plead with a soft voice while, lips puffy from how hard you’d been biting them, and Chan finally lets himself go, barely getting any extra thrusts in before painting your walls with his hot release, groaning shamelessly like a porn star.

“Oh my God,” he grunts with a strained voice, using his last bit of strength to prevent himself from collapsing on top of you given how spent he is now.

“Wait, Channie,” you say, thighs still trembling a bit as he pulled out of you, a bit too early though for you to remind him that his cum would only spill out—

“Shit,” he swears under his breath upon realizing, rushing to catch the fluid spilling from your cunt now with his fingers, trying not to get it on the couch, but to no avail.

He instead lets his fingers push the cum back into you, holding his wrist there until he’s able to reach for a napkin off of his desk to help clean you up.

“Stop that, baby,” he says with a mischievous smile, but only because your walls were sucking his digits in, preventing him from taking them out to clean them off, “give me some time to recharge and then we can go again, okay?…”

All you can bring yourself to do is hum at his words, and he in turn offers you another gentle smile.

Applying light pressure to your lower stomach, he finally gets your walls to release his fingers from the confines of your sloppy hole, wiping the residue off with the napkin.

“Didn’t expect you to cum this much,” you say in a sleepy tone while reaching for your jeans to slide them back on.

“Me neither,” he chuckles, readjusting his pants before getting up to toss the soiled napkin in the bin nearby, “but uh... just know that if in three weeks, we find out that our first future child was conceived on this couch, never tell this story to anyone…”

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