#torso tickling

[fluffomatic]

Comforting Master Spectra

Summary: Spectra has been unaccounted for all morning. Gus, being the worry wart he is, panics and goes to check on him. On a whim he remembers the perfect way to cheer up his Master. (WARNING! This is a TICKLE FIC! If that's not something you're interested in, keep scrolling)

Relationship: Gus Grav x Spectra Phantom

Characters: Spectra Phantom/Keith Fermin, Gus Grav, Helios (Briefly)

Word Count: 3889

3 Hours. Gus had been awake for three hours and there had been no sign of his master. Spectra was never one to sleep in. His entire life was his work, and he always put that above all else, even his health. Gus was never up before the other, so when he entered an empty lab, he was puzzled, to say the least. He figured Spectra must have left to go brawl with Dan Kuso, or maybe he needed some fresh air and was simply out on the ships balcony. As annoyed as he was that he wasn't informed of Spectra's plans, he began working as normal. Now, however, he was worried. Not to say he worried about Spectra often… Okay, that's not true. He worries about him a lot, but he can just talk himself out of it easily. This time is different. Even at the beginning of their partnership (could he call it a friendship now?) Spectra would still shoot him a text if he intended to stay out late without him. Gus still hasn't seen the other all morning! Despite his best efforts, he could not settle the rising panic that threatened to topple him over. He shot up out of his chair and quickly sped to Spectra's bedroom.

   Before he could even reach Spectra's door, he saw a black shadow rush out and stop in front of him. To his surprise, it was Helios. So Spectra was still here somewhere? It wasn't like him to just leave his prized Bakugan here, so he had to still be on the ship. So why hasn't he seen him? He got his answer when Helios spoke up. "Gus. You have to check on Spectra. Something is wrong. He's…just not himself." The ball spoke hoarsely. "Helios? What do you mean? Not himself?" "Ugh, just different! He won't get out of bed, and he hasn't said a word to me! At first, I thought he was still asleep, but he's not. He's wide awake." Helios did his best to act indifferent to the situation, but he wouldn't fool even the dullest person. It was clear that whatever Spectra was doing or not doing was enough to worry the apathetic Bakugan. Despite knowing now that Spectra was here, that did nothing to comfort Gus' fear. In fact, he may be even more concerned than before. Clearly, something was wrong, and Spectra decided cooping himself up in his room was the best way to deal with that. "Why didn't you come to me sooner, Helios?" Gus questioned. Helios coughed: "I figured he wouldn't want you to know, so I let it slide. I figured after a while, he'd get over it and get back to work. But…" Helios trailed off. "But? But what?" Gus wasn't even trying to hide the panic in his voice: "Right before I decided to get you, he started…crying. " What? Spectra, crying? That's absurd. No, Spectra was one of, if not THE strongest person Gus had ever known. He had never even seen the man sad before, so how could he picture him crying? "He's still in there?" Gus gestures vaguely toward the room. The Bakugan nods. "Still in bed. Look, I think you're the only one he'd even consider opening up to. Just go talk to him, okay?" Gus doesn't even answer Helios before he's at Spectra's door. "Head to the lab; I'll figure this out." And with that, he enters the room.

    Even knowing the gist of what was going on, it didn't prepare him for seeing his master like this. Spectra lay on his bed, curled into a small ball; his frame appeared tiny compared to his king-sized matteress. Even under the covers, Gus could tell Spectra was shaking, and he could hear the faintest sniffles coming from the heap on the bed, as if he knew Gus was now watching him and he didn't want him to know he was crying. Knowing Spectra, that was precisely it. He never faultered; even in defeat, he kept his head held high. Gus slowly approached the bed, as if at any moment Spectra would get up and run. Once there, he gently sat down and scooted closer to Spectra's shaking frame. He really wished he knew what to do in this moment, but he was completely out of his element. He never, not in a million years, believed he'd ever have to comfort the man he'd seen move mountains. What did he even need in this moment? Well, there was only one way to find out…

    Gus cleared his throat, gently placing his hand on Spectra's shoulder. Spectra didn't even try to hide it as he flinched away from the touch. Gus figured maybe touching him wasn't the best idea at the moment, so he settled on talking to him. "Master Spectra? Is everything alright? Helios told me you weren't doing so great. Want to talk about it" All Gus got in response was a labored grunt as Spectra curled up even more, which surprised Gus considering how small he looked already. "I suppose you don't have to if you don't want to; I'm not going to force you; just know I'm here for you, if you need me, that is." Gus trailed off; he wasn't exactly sure what to do here. If Spectra didn't want to talk to him, there was really nothing he could do. He figured he'd just let Spectra come to him if or when he's ready. "I'll just leave you be." He went to get up but only made it about an inch off the bed when he felt a hand grab his jacket. He turned around to face the other man, now facing him, his hand clutching his coat like a lifeline, as if he'd disappear the moment he let go. No words were said. Spectra refused to make eye contact, and his face turned down to stare at his bed sheets. Gus eventually broke the silence. "Do… do you want me to stay, Master?" Gus spoke softly. Spectra responded with a small nod as he gently tugged on Gus' coat. The bluenette returned to his position beside Spectra, awkwardly playing with his hands. He was too afraid to touch the other for fear of stepping out of line. But that was tossed out the window when he heard a hiccup. He peered over to see the others hand clamp over his mouth, revealing the oncoming wave of emotion. Gus didn't know what to do other than place his hand on Spectra's. When the blonde didn't flinch, he held on tighter and rubbed his thumb along the back of the shaking hand.

      This is all it took to break Spectra.

    His whole body curled up, sobs tore from his throat, and he began to shake violently. Gus was taken aback, completely frozen at the sight. This was so foreign to him and so out of character for Spectra that it shook Gus to his core. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice he had stopped the comforting motion on his hand, something the other had taken notice of, and he began to pull away from Gus. This pulled him out of his trance, and he quickly pulled Spectra into his arms, engulfing the broken soul in a warm and strong embrace. His hand traced ever so gently up and down Spectra's back, rocking him slightly. Leaning in close, he began whispering words of comfort into his ear. "It's alright. you're alright. I'm here, I've got you, and I'm not letting go. Do you hear me? Let it out." Spectra's sobs increased, but he flung his arms around Gus and held on tightly. He didn't dare say a word; any attempt would surely come out as incoherent babbling anyhow. So he just held on and cried. He cried until his eyes ran out of tears, and his throat refused to make any noise. The shaking eventually calmed down, but his grasp stayed glued to his friend. Gus didn't move; he didn't dare. It didn't matter how long Spectra needed to hold him as long as he was okay. Small hiccups escaped Spectra's lips despite his best efforts. They stayed like this for some time. It was hard to say. It felt as if time stood still; it could've been a fraction of a second or several hours, but eventually, Spectra's grip began to loosen, and he peeled himself off his partner. "s……sorry…" He whispered, rubbing the remaining tears from his face. "That was childish of me. Just, pretend this never happened." He cleared his throat and began to turn away, but this time, Gus grabbed onto him. For the first time since Gus had entered his chambers, they made eye contact. Gus' eyes were glassy; his hands made it down to one of Spectra's, and he held it firmly. "No, no, you're not acting childish. Spectra. You're one of… No, you are the strongest person I know. I've seen you push through the impossible and bend life to your will; your very presence demands respect. Sir, you have overcome everything I've seen thrown at you. But that doesn't mean you don't have limits. That's just a part of life. And despite being knocked down, you're still determined to keep going. If that's not strength, I don't know what is." Gus reached over to cup Spectra's cheek to rub away a few stray tears that were beginning to fall again. "Nothing. I mean it. Nothing will change that. You're my inspiration, and no matter what happens, I will be by your side. If you're ever to break, I will be here to put you back together." He smiled and let his hand fall. Spectra's eyes stayed glued to Gus' for an eternity, and, for the first time today, Spectra smiled back. "Gus, oh Gus, I'm truly grateful. I don't…know what to say." Gus chuckled. "Don't say a word. There's no need." "No. Thank you. Thank you, thank you." He pulled him back into his arms, and Gus quickly followed, wrapping his arms around his waist. He couldn't help but giggle. "Seriously, it's not a problem! Master!" Spectra pulled the other down to lay next to him. "Screw work. We can stay here." He sighed. Gus couldn't help the flush that blossomed on his face. "Are you sure? There's still much we have to…" He stopped himself as he caught a glance at the sad expression in front of him. "Are you alright?" Spectra looked away. "I feel better, I suppose. Today is just…rough. I'd prefer to stay here. With you. If that's alright, of course." Gus couldn't help but notice the pink on Spectra's cheeks, and his quickly changed to match. "I would like that, if that's what you need."

    Gus sat up and removed his jacket and boots, trying his best to ignore the small and quiet whimper that escaped Spectra's mouth. He reclaimed his spot, resting his hand atop Spectra's waist. Spectra shuts his eyes, letting out a content sigh. The two lay in comfortable silence, just basking in each other's presence. After some time, Gus starts lightly moving his hand up and down Spectra's side, up to his ribs, then back down to the dip in his waist. He continues the soft pattern until he feels Spectra's body begin to shake once more. But unlike last time, the shaking wasn't accompanied by sniffling and crying. Despite this, Gus was obviously still concerned. "Master? Are you alright?" Spectra nodded quickly. "F-Fine! I'm fine-" He sputtered out a little too quickly. Gus wasn't buying it, of course. "Spectra, you're shaking like a leaf. Please tell me what's wrong." His hand was still lightly gliding along the other's side. Spectra shook his head. "Seriously Gus…I'm o-okAAY!" Spectra jumped as Gus' fingers reached the top of his ribs, and he clamped his hand over his mouth in an attempt to cover the embarrassing noise that slipped out. Gus paused the tracing and stared wide-eyed at the other man, taken aback. "What…was that? Are you sure you're okay? Did you get hurt and not tell me again?" He reached up and caressed the area that got the previous reaction, and, unsuprisingly, Spectra squealed once more. "G-Gus please-! I'm f-f-fiihine! Just watch your hahahand!" He tried to keep his frantic giggles under control. At this point, Gus began to put the pieces together. He recalled the last time Spectra had gotten injured. He came home with a limp, and while treating him, Gus made a rather interesting discovery. Spectra is ticklish. At this, Gus' lips stretched into a sinister smirk; not that Spectra could see him, his eyes were squeezed shut. Gus reached his other hand to the one Spectra had over his mouth and gently pulled it away, causing the other to make eye contact with him. Looking at Gus' face, he knew his cover was blown. "Master Spectra, I seem to have remembered the perfect thing to cheer you up~" He practically growled. Spectra felt a shiver run down his spine. He sucked in a mouthful of air. "I-I don't know what you mean." He squeaked out. Gus merely snickered. "Oh? Perhaps I could jog your memory?" His hand once again made contact with his ribs, pulling a gasp from the blonde. "Oh, um…I d-dohohon't think that's necessarry…" "No? I believe it is, sir~ You're sure to be tickled by it!" The comment made Spectra's whole face turn bright red, something Gus noted was quite cute. Spectra had gone completely silent, but his eyes revealed what he refused to say. They glimmered with anticipation and excitement. He knew as much as Gus, he needed this. His mind was scattered, completely devoid of life. He wanted a distraction from this awful day, and, well, the idea of getting tickled silly? He didn't really mind that. Plus, didn't he deserve just one happy moment on such a horrible day?

    Spectra stared straight into Gus' eyes and muttered the softest, "Please?" Gus felt his heart implode. Spectra asked to be tickled! Gosh, how bad was he feeling? Gus shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled. "Why, master, you don't have to ask~" With that, Gus began to skitter his fingers gently against Spectra's side, the movement sending shockwaves through his nerves. He squeaked and curled into himself, giggling the whole way. He jerked his body from left to right, twitching under the soft but torturous touch. "G-Geehehehheheee! Eehehehahahahaaa o-oh my goohohohohosh! EEEEE!! Ehehehahah!" Spectra giggled and squealed. Gus basked in all of it, the way Spectra's whole face scrunched up in a wide, wobbly grin, his little spasms as he reached a particularly sensitive spot, and oh, DEAR those giggles! Spectra was such a force to be reckoned with; his name struck fear into those foolish enough to stand in his way. But now? He looked so carefree, lighthearted, and adorable. Gus couldn't help but giggle along. "Mahahaster! I'm hardly touching you; look how much you're giggling already! Oh, how are you going to make it when I really start tickling~?" At that, Gus moved from gentle scratching to squeezing and massaging all over Spectra's sensitive torso. Spectra's frantic giggles morphed into full-on hysterical laughter. As Gus squished his sides and belly, he cackled and squirmed; when his hands moved down to pinch his hips, he bucked and screeched, and when he moved up to scratch and massage his ribs and underarms, he screamed and thrashed around wildly. Gus tended to linger in these highly sensitive spots. "AAAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!! GUS GUS!!! GUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAS!!! PLEEEHEHEHEASE OF PLEASE PLEASE NOOHOAHAHAHAA! OH MY GAHAHAHAHASH IT TIHHIHICKLES!!" "Does is? Oh dear, I hadn't noticed." He smirked. "Well, if this tickles, what about here?" His hands slowly squeezed down his sides, past his hips, stopping at his thighs. "Are these ticklish too, Master?" He let his hands hover over the shaking appendages. Spectra's eyes widened. "N-Nohoho Gus, pleeheheease!! Not there, come on! A-Anywhere but the-he-he-he-re!!" Instinctively, he squeezed his legs together in a feeble attempt to protect them. Gus knew, oh, he knew how unbelievably ticklish Spectra's legs were, especially his thighs. Despite Gus being Spectra's subordinate, he always found a way to playfully tease his master. How that has really come to aid him now "Not there? Oh, alright, I understand. You want to work up to that, huh? Alright, we'll start down here then~!" He dragged his finger down from his thigh to the top of his foot. His toes curled on que. "You're so awful…" He mumbled, but he made no attempt to pull away. His feet were not nearly as ticklish as the rest of his body, but make no mistake, they're ticklish! Gus maneuvered atop his legs, sitting on his ankles to keep his feet in place. He stroked two fingers up his socked feet, earning a squeal. 

    "Ack-!  Guuhuhuhus please!"

    "Please, what?" he asked, turning to face the stuttering mess behind him.

    Spectra didn't bother to answer because he knew begging wasn't going to stop Gus, and of course he didn't actually want it to stop, so he just scrunched up in anticipation. Gus smiled at him and turned back to face his feet, gently pulling off his socks one at a time. Once his bare feet were revealed, he began tickling once more. "YEEEAAAHahahahahaaaaaa!! Nooohohohohohooo no no Guuuhuhus!!! Ehehehehahahahaa!! AAACK!! Not thaahahahat!" Spectra squealed when he pulled his toes back to scratch under them. "Sir, you can't be THIS ticklish. Everywhere I touch seems to be more ticklish than the last!" Gus chuckled and began to claw at the arches of Spectra's feet. Spectra reached out and grabbed the back of Gus' shirt, pulling him in and holding on tightly. He pressed his face into the crook of his neck while continuing to laugh and beg. "Nooohoohoohoo!! Okaay! Okay Gus!! Thehhehehey're t-t-tiihihicklish! Move uuuhuhuhup!!!" His feet shook to get away from Gus' surprising long nails. He started tracing circles on one of the heels of his feet, earning more cackles and pounding on his back. "Oh? Move up? Are you that desperate for your thighs to be tickled~? No no, I believe I'll stay here for a bit longer. I've barely even begun tickling your feet~!" he giggled, continuing the tickly dance over his feet. Spectra didn't have it in him to beg anymore, so he just sat there, clutching onto the fabric of Gus' tight shirt, laughing frantically as Gus explored every sensitive spot on his feet, not leaving a centimeter untickled. Gus began to get bored, though, and moved to tickle the tops before moving back to skitter along his ankles. The sudden movement caught Spectra off guard. "E-EEEHEHE!! I didn't know that would tiihihihickle! Eheheeheheeee!" He bunched up more fabric in his hands, pushing his face further into Gus' neck. "Yeah, me neither! Proves me right, though. You truly are ticklish everywhere." He tickled his ankles for a bit longer before relenting. "I'm going to need you to let go, sir~" Spectra didn't even put up a fight; he immediately released Gus, leaning back to give him more room to maneuver. Gus rearranged himself so he was facing Spectra again. He took in the flushed face of his friend, the tears beginning to prick in the corners of his eyes. His smile was wide, and giggles still poured from his lips. Gus couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "You're so adorable, Sir…" He blushed heavily as Spectra's eyes grew wide. "Wh-Wha-ACK! GUS!!!" In an attempt to distract the other from what he said, he shot his hands down to squeeze Spectra's knees. Before he could even comprehend what Gus had said, he was laughing again.

    "GUUUUUHUHUHUHUS!! AAHAHAHAA! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK, YOU SUUHUHUCK!" He hiccuped and flopped down on his back. Gus was still too embarrassed to speak, so he just tickled the other silently, taking in the beauty of the moment. His nails scribbled all over his knees, occasionally slipping underneath to tickle the pits, earning more squeals from the ticklish brawler. After enough time had passed, Gus felt ready to tease again. "I'm so close to those ticklish thighs of yours~ I'm sure that's going to drive you crazy! Just look at how bad you're laughing now! Are you going to be able to handle it~?" The teasing did nothing but seemingly make Spectra MORE ticklish, if that was even remotely possible. His mind was fuzzy, but he tried his best to think about it. Could he handle it? Gosh, he can't remember the last time he was tickled there, he only remembers that he could barely stand it. And Gus was really, REALLY good at tickling. Well, there was only one way he was going to find out, but he was at least going to pretend to be prepared. "AAHAHAHAAAAHAHA I-I CAN HANDLE ANYHTIIIIHIHIHIHIHING!! DO YOU'RE WOOHO HO HO HORST!!" He challanged. Gus couldn't help but laugh at him. "Oh, NOW you're trying to be assertive? After all this? Master Spectra, you're going to regret that!"

    And regret it he did, for as soon as his fingers made contact with the inner part of his thighs, it was over. Spectra SCREAMED. His whole body writhed and thrashed about, he couldn't even manage to form words anymore, just incoherent babbling and screeching laughter. "AAHHAHAHAHHAHAA AHA AHAAA AHAAAAAAA!!! N-NAAHAHA NAT THAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAA! NO NO NOAHAHAHAHHA!! TIHIHIHIHIHICKAAAHAHAHALES!! snort AAH-AHHAHAHAA!!!" He was being driven mad! All thoughts were completely discarded; his hands pounded helplessly by his sides. Gus himself couldn't believe it. "You have to be joking!! Does this tickle that bad? Oh Spectra I kind of feel bad for you. This must be torture~ Or perhaps, this is what you wanted all along?" He smugly remarked. "NOHOHAOHAHAHAHAHHA SH-SHUDUUHUHUHP!! AAHAHAHAA snort snort OKAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAY!!! YOAHAHAHAHA RIIIIHIHIHIHIIIGHT!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!" At this point, there was no denying it; he literally asked Gus to tickle him; he knew he wanted this. It was clear right away, Spectra loved being tickled. But, despite that, it was beginning to get to be too much. Some part of him wanted to keep going, but he needed a break or he was going to pass out. Reaching his hands down to grab at Gus, he screeched "STAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAP STAHAP PLEEEEHEHEASE NO MOOOORE!!!!" And at that, Gus' hands immediately retracted. "Ah! S-Sorry Master! I may have gotten a bit carried away." He giggled sheepishly. Spectra flopped back down in the bed, panting, giggles still alipping out. "D-Dohohon't. I had f-fuhuhuhun hic I neeheheheheeded that." He wiped away the tears that had escaped and smiled up at Gus, once he had control of his giggling. "Thanks." He mumbled, blush ever present on his cheeks. Gus returned the smile. "Anything for you, sir." He laid down beside Spectra, and to his surprise, he got pulled into a hug. "If it's…alright with you, can we stay like this? At least for now." Gus nodded. "For as long as you need, my love," he pressed his lips to Spectra's cheek and wrapped his arms around him once more. 

    It didn't take long for Spectra to drift off to sleep, followed shortly by Gus. The day ended without Gus ever finding out what was bothering his dear friend, but in the end, that didn't matter. He was there for him, and that was truly all Spectra needed. 

[jordanswitches]

thinking about you having me lie over your lap so my ribs protrude and you just trail your fingers over my sides and ribs until i can't breathe properly

[greenticklerdreams]

The curves of the sides of a lee's upper body when they're laying face down.

That's it, that's the post.

[revisedthe3rd]

different types of bellies are fun, because (in my experience) they get affected by certain types of tickling differently. chubby tummies are good for the squish, and squeezing, and especially raspberries peppered all over like a seasoning, whereas flat tummies are good for raking my nails along, scribbling delicately, then roughly, then delicately again, and of course, nibbling. though that last thing tends to work regardless of shape. nibbles truly are for everyone.~

[mushiewrites]

*brainrot intensifies*

[skznccmlee]

My ler just discovered yesterday I'm ticklish on my feet and ears and TOTALLY explored that new information

[fluffallamaful]

concept (irl):

dream tickling george and using football terms throughout his teasing, one’s that he purposelessly knows george won’t understand

i would give an example but i too don’t know football terms 😂 i just know that it’d get the adorable whiney “What dohoes thahat eheheh meheheaaaann?” protests from georgie 🥺

idk it’s just cute

[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to show emotions

Part VII

How to show pride

standing tall

expanded posture, opening of the torso

lifted chin, head held high

big and confident smile

looking around to see if people recognize and admire what they are proud of

How to show enthusiasm

big smile and laughter

wide radiant eyes

raised eyebrows

jumping up and down or bouncing

clapping hands

big hand gestures

loud and high pitched voice

speaking quickly

How to show anxiety

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

heavy breathing

twitching in their face

often a blank stare or looking away

rigid posture

sweaty palms

bouncing their knees

rubbing palms against each other or clothing

How to show playfulness

laughing

giggling

grinning

using a playful tone

making a silly face

touching the other person teasingly

e.g. tickling, nudging, bumping into them

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV + Part V + Part VI

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[jordanswitches]

💝🎂

💝 do you like being provoked (as a ler), if so how?

if you're ticklish and you're hanging out with me i'm just naturally gonna do it anyway and i usually like it to be my idea. but there is something so cute about a lee trying to get you to tickle them like. stretching and showing off and doing all these super obvious things, like awww you really want to be tickled that badly? i like to ignore it for a while and then when a good amount of anticipation has built up, i pin you and you're extra sensitive because of the nerves and you know you've been trying to get under my skin for ages.

🎂 are there any spots that make you melt?

oh for sure yeah. my upper body is like sensitive, but not super ticklish, so stuff with my ribs and sides and the sides of my chest makes me just boneless. it's like relaxing but also i'm still twitchy and it's exciting like when they hit the spots that get a reaction out of me. i like a pillow under my back for that so i feel more vulnerable

thank you for the asks!!!!

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, college au, first lesson, dumbification, praise, he's so nerdy, squırting, unprotected, mdni.

nerd! nanami who ends up teaching you a few ‘fundamentals’ of squirting after you end up gushing out by accident.

“oh, my,” he’d huskily croon, taking a short glance at your body that’s laid flat on his timber desk. mousy eyes zero up ‘n down your entire frame before he groans, feeling your legs snake around his slim torso. after another hourly long session of cramming your brain with pounds of boring information, you’d probably forget by the next day, you told nanami that you wanted to try out ‘penetration.’ and now, that came with you gushing straight out with his meaty shaft buried snugly deep inside of you. he grows quiet, smacking his lips as he feels your slobbering cunt dripping wetly like a running never-ending faucet. it’s almost adorable with the way your face scrunches up and you’re clawing at the buckle of his drooping belt with shaky hands. “we haven’t gone over that area yet, sweetheart,” and you’re moaning, feeling your back tickle against the scattered piles of marked papers that laid directly underneath you. “ah, ah. don’t close ‘em,” he purrs, staring as your stick-glossed quavery legs try to snap themselves shut. “let me examine the wet problem a bit closer.”

“w- was that supposed to happen?” you breathe through rushed pants, frantically chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him pull out. he’s slow, feeling your slight muscles tense and spasm as you drenched the entirety of his stilled dick with molasses of your webby slick. “f- fuck,” you whimper, and nanami’s pressing a pointed thumb down against the pearly top part of your tender clit. gradually, he’s swirling a plethora of exaggerated shapes alllll around your tender entrance, lowering his head once his turgid cock’s fully out of you.

with a placid hum, nanami nods. “don’t fret, sweet thing. it’s normal,” and you prepare a deep, heavy breath as you try to peek down, watching nanami re-adjust his clear-framed glasses. “but, do you think you can do that again? i’m . . having a bit of trouble with my vision,” and he softly presses a chaste kiss against your cunt. shortly after, a slimy dewy web of stringy juices merrily glues against his lips. “i believe if my hypothesis is correct . . if ‘m closer like thiiiis,” and you moan, feeling the cold lenses of his glasses press right up against your puffed folds. “you’ll help me solve just how much of a wet girl you can get for me this time.”

openly, nanami eyes at your sopping pussy that’s just pouring from all areas with so many dewdrops of slick. a shimmery stream of your syrupy arousal cascades down the slot of your entrance and oh- it’s so pretty. at least to him.

if you squinted enough, you could see the obscene mirroring reflection of the shiny glossed view that rests between your legs from the clear lenses of his glasses. “clitoral glands,” he starts to ramble, rubbing a thumb near the top bulb-shaped part of your twitching heat. “clitoral body,” and you moan, feeling him swerve his digit down lower. “but let’s skip to . . . her,” nanami coos huskily, and you gasp once his round thumb plugs itself inside you after just a few loose inches. you swallowed that single digit right up oh-so blissfully.

like a hidden trick of a magician—his finger disappears inside of your cunt, and it presses against a particular small texture right above your lower opening. “. . that pretty urethra of yours.”

there - that’s where you felt the exact pressure of yourself gushing out, creaming down his cock with such a vivid risqué spray.

you’re still getting over it as your jaw dangles open—mouth cutely wholly ajar and all. as nanami continues to toy with your slobbering clit, he silently grumbles whatever extra clitoris facts underneath his breath. a single finger that was tucked inside of your gummy orifice gradually transitions into two, and you let off the sweetest moan that rang against his ears.

“such a pretty pussy from an even prettier girl,” and his words smokily deepen as he loudly ‘pops!’ both fingers out of your drenched slit. it’s all puffy now, drooling from each slippery flap. nanami sits up before re-aligning his milky-covered tip against your sobbing cunt.. “mini pop quiz,” he grumbles, letting off a deep sigh once his flushed crownhead languidly slides its way between the split of your folds. you’re laid back against the desk with a pout twisting across both sides of your lips.

pop… quiz?

nanami adjusts his crooked glasses by shoving them slightly back with a middle finger before humming. “riddle me this,” and a sweet moan drags its way past your throat once he’s smearing his bulbous tip across your sticky entrance.

left-to-right and it’s hypnotic. “what is the majorly important gland of the clit that helps lubricate the vagina properly?” and nanami presses a large hand on your tummy, simpering at the cute silence for an answer. with a snicker, he tilts his head at your quirked brow. “oh- c’mon. this is easy, we talked about this two days ago.”

“t . . the um-” you stammer, the throbbing of your clit increasing with each delicious second that passed. with your mind joggling its empty memory, you inhale a moan that was desperately trying to escape from your spit-stained lips. “the clitoral glands?”

“close, but no, dumb girl,” and with a smack, nanami whacks his swollen tip against the front of your weeping pussy. you finally release that moan you were holding onto with heave after heave puffing out your chest. “try again. this time, actually use that brain for me, yeah?”

you pout, and after about four seconds you left off a whiny grump. “is it . . the skene’s glands?”

“good girl,” and you let off a needy mewl once he rubs a palm against your pussy. his personal way of praising you without words, even after calling you a ‘good girl.’

it’s a soft, enticing rub that smears the entirety of your slick around his entire palm, coating it right away.

you’re so wet - pathetically drenched that you stick your candied juices all over the prints of his hand.

“it’s very important that you know about the skene’s glands. just like how important it is for me to teach you how soaked you are,” and you don’t even realize it, but the second he spanks against your cunt once more with his palm, you’re squirting . . again.

it’s a thick shiny geyser that ends up spurting out of you with a loud pssssh! and your toes curled in ecstatic rapture. you’re whining at how sudden and abrupt it was, and nanami just shakes his head with a wry smile. a hand maneuvers in a circular rotation against your pussy as you finish your three-second monumental high. “f- fuuuck, fuck!” you whimper out the same colorful syllables through your lips as your eyelids droop.

as you’re panting, still feeling the scattered bundles of paper rub and prick against the back of your skin, you eye nanami through murky peripherals. pretty ‘n glossed-eyed, you let off a shaky puff before moaning. “did . . did i pass?”

“not quite,” nanami takes his glasses off. they were still a bit soaked from earlier, a bit of your own droplets of literal juices fogging the lenses before he gave it a sweet lick. filthy. nanami squints at your twitching body before slithering a fat thumb down your tender, convulsing pussy for the nth and last time. “think we still have more basics to go over,” and he positions his head right back down between the eagle-spread valley of your legs, whistling riiiight between your driveling, puffy slit.

“besides,” and you whine once he gives your cunt its final, sloppy spank. “my only criticism— is that, we could work on that squirt velocity a little bit more,” and he pats your cunt before staring straight at your pulsating entrance, hungrily licking his lips.

“i wouldn’t mind training her, heh.”

[tklsfm]

Old stuff, but i spent a lot of time on it ;D Hoodwink in trouble!

[retiredteabag]

winter weight

synopsis: toji has gained some weight this winter - it seems you don’t mind

this is part two -> read about summer!toji here

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It's said that "happy weight" is a very real thing in healthy relationships. Toji had always prided himself on being a big man, he worked out frequently and ate like a beast. But his physique has mostly remained the same impressive form. This winter, however, seemed to have changed that for the very first time.

Toji had noticed these past few days that he'd seemed to have put on a couple of pounds. His shirts were tighter now than they used to be, some of his sleeves seemed to almost cut off circulation, and with a quick feel of his stomach, it was clear that his body was... softening up.

He was not "insecure" per say, just- not in love with his newly added weight. He found himself pulling at the flesh of his stomach, not accustomed to the added fat and he barely walked around the house shirtless as of late.

You'd comment on this newfound modesty of his and he'd play it off as if he had been cold, but you know that your man couldn’t get cold, even in this winter weather.

One afternoon as you both lounged on the couch, you saw him pulling at the front of his T-shirt, flowing it out and away from his body. He didn't seem to be doing it intentionally, eyes focused on the television, but you certainly noticed.

That night he even went to bed with a shirt on which might just have been the very first time he's ever done that in his life.

You went to bed with this notion on your mind. The thing was... the man was totally irresistible to you, so you couldn't quite understand if he was suddenly worrying about his figure.

Toji always awoke before you did in the mornings. When you heard him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, you stumbled out of bed and came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his form.

Toji is a big guy, he always has been. Only now you notice, when holding the man’s torso, your two arms barely reach around to the mans abs now…

You hum as you feel him up, and he doesn't push you away. Once upon a time you would have tried to tickle his sides, but having been around Toji for awhile now, you know he's not the ticklish type. Even so, your cold hands dance under his shirt and grope at him.

"Too early, ya know." You murmur into his broad back. "Won'tcha come back to bed."

"Get yer paws off me" he jitters, "you're freezing." He turns around to look at you now, facing downwards to meet your tired pout.

"Come warm up with me then." You finish speaking. Smooshing your cheeks into his back muscles and opening your mouth to press up against him and breathe a lung full of hot air through his shirt. While the warmth meets his spine you roll your hands back to his pudgy tummy, his happy trail…

"Alright, alright." He grabs the back of your neck and walks you back to bed. When you're just about within throwing distance, he grabs you by the sides of your chest and tosses you onto the mattress.

In the following moments you curl yourself upon him, your body splayed above his. Giggling, you can't help your wandering hands. He's so warm, you know?

He grabs at your wrist though, "Enough, don't fondle me." His eyes are teasing but you wonder if he's starting to feel unhappy with his body.

"Can't help it, you’re so handsome, ya' know?"

You can feel his muscles tense below you at the confession. He runs a hand through his hair and avoids your eyes. "Thats a bad argument."

You just hum and squish your arms under his back, molding your body to his.

Suddenly he speaks up, "I wouldn't work out as much if I knew you still liked me all fluffy". You hear an annoyed tint in his tone and move up to look at him.

"I like you in all your forms, Toji." And you mean it.

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes at your words and pulls your hands away.

"Don't move me, you're so hot." You tug your wrists in his grasp.

His eyebrows raise

He holds your gaze for a long while, and lifting a brow he slowly speaks, "Get another blanket then."

You stare at him, smiling. "No." You smoosh your face to his chest, "I wanna crawl under your skin... and eat your flesh..."

Toji knew what was coming, he gently pressed on your forehead before you could latch your jaw around his bicep.

"Don't. Even. Think about it." He holds in a giant grin.

"You're too chewable. C'mon..... comeoneeeee." You smirk at him, his palm still flush to your skull.

There's a pause, and just as you think he's gonna give in, he maintains pressure, running his hands down your neck, onto your waist and traps your body under his by rolling on top of you. There are wails of descent from your crushed form beneath him, but he holds you there, wrists in his grasp.

"Lemme go Toji." You tug at your wrists.

"Thought you wanted me heating you up." He huffs into your neck.

"Yeah, but I deserve the privilege of caressing a little more." You flex your hands again.

"You gonna behave?" his fingers run over your palms.

"Not a chance."

He grins, releasing you. Quick as lightning, your hands are up and under his shirt, running over his back. He's groaning into the mattress, something about icy hands, but he's sporting a big grin, leaning down to take a tiny bite of your shoulder.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, size-difference, captive darling, punishment, deepthroating, bondage

♡ FEM reader

You beg your big bulky kidnapper not to take your virginity because you’re waiting to give it to someone you love, and he just smiles at you crookedly – stroking your teary cheek as he rests the hefty weight of his big fat veiny manhood on your belly, leaking hot pre while cooing at you with deceptively kind eyes, saying that he thinks that’s a lovely idea.

Flipping you over, he starts prepping your virgin ass instead – spit and four fat fingers stretching it out while you sob and wring your wrists in your fluffy cuffs – all pointlessly as the pink hole starts to give, becoming soft and squishy, swallowing his digits up in wet velvety squelches.

And filling the taut hole up with his massive cock, he rubs your clit and whispers darkly that he’ll save your pretty cunt for when you fall in love with him.

He’s overjoyed to see you’ve already fallen in love with him after only one round of pounding your poor butt into a sore sloppy opening – all but begging him to take your pussy instead. 

Obviously, he obliges, sucking the bloated fat of your teary cheek with a hum and a firm squeeze to your sore buttcheek before flipping you back around.

He kisses your lips, your neck, your tits, your stomach – laving down until licking through your pretty pussylips, promptly tongue-fucking the sweet hole until you cum with a shudder.

Smiling into your trembling cunt – he chuckles, feeling it pulse against his lips. “Come on, baby ~” He encourages. “Tell me how much you love me – tell me how much you want my sweet, sweet love.”

He pulls your thighs around his torso, rubbing his messy cock against your slick cunt while nipping at the corner of your lips – patiently waiting for your forced consent. Grossly amused – and aroused.

“Ah – please…” Your lips warble – eyes screwed shut where you try angling away from his steamy breaths.

“Please what, baby? Please make love to your sweet pussy?” He suggests with a moan – hunched over your smaller form with his cock licking your clit as he slides it back and forth between your thighs. “Or do you maybe miss it in your tight ass?”

“No – please-”

“Then tell me, baby. Tell me you want it – tell me you love me, and I’ll give it to you.” He purrs – still while laying open-mouthed kisses on your lips and cheek.

You whimper, crying wetly. “I love you – please make love in my pussy…”

He hums in return – a satisfying rumble as he slips his cock-head through your folds until it settles in your opening.

Your breath hitches at the stretch – then you suck your teeth – hissing as he splits you open and treads your tight virginity over his girth – hugging him air-tight like a condom bought two sizes too small.

“Oh, baby~ so tight~ so tight and good~ wet like a good virgin should be~” He groans, sinking every thick inch inside despite the way you squirm, ignoring your sweet cry when you beg him to slow down. 

He’s down to the hilt in a moment – kneading against your womb with his chubby cockhead. Big hands squeeze your ass – using it to pump into you in steady deep-hitting thrusts – his lips on your forehead in a prolonged kiss.

You pant out sticky whines as he ruts inside you – fat cock stretching you badly for your first time – making everything sting numbly, only partly soothed by a tickling pleasure – tummy feeling hot and tight until it all snaps again, leaving you to shake on the massive member, throttling him all so sweetly.

“I love you, baby~ love you and your tight pussy~ squeezing me so good~” He slurs against you, drooling on your skin. “Gonna fill you up with love – all of it – all of it in your sweet pussy~”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Denki, Kirishima, Hawks, Enji ♡ JJK – Mahito, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Toji ♡ HxH – Uvogin

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[gojosprettyprincess]

Satoru’s definition of “cuddling” after a long, tiring day of fighting curses is his cock snuggling in your warm pussy, your tight walls massaging his cock, making him felt like he was floating in heaven as his white huffs of pubic hair tickles your clit—symbolizing the lewd connection between you and him, his face nuzzling into your hair from behind. The signature smell of your berry-scent shampoo filling his nostrils as his big arms tighten around your torso, he shifts slightly, resulting to his cock head graze against your sweet spot—making you moan softly which didn’t go unnoticed by the tired sorcerer.

He lazily licks a long strip of your shoulders up to your neck making you shiver as he whispers into your ear. “Shit m’sorry sweetheart, Your pussy feels so good warming up my cock, just what I needed—Mmm you’re so good to me”. A mischievous grin plays on his lips before he pulls off the covers and that’s how you know, you two definitely won’t be cuddling anymore for any longer.

[nanaslutt]

Thinking about inexperienced Choso accidentally doing the knee thing during a makeout sesh

ʚ cont: afab reader, making out, dry humping, sexual tension, dirty talk, teasing, first time orgasming (Choso), cumming untouched, cumming in pants (Choso and reader)

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You lay back against Choso's hard chest, his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso as you lay on your bed together, catching up on some show the two of you have been watching. After watching about 4 or 5 consecutive episodes, the familiar "Are you still watching?" question showed on the screen, making you sigh.

"Whoever created this idea sucks, of course I'm still watching." You mumbled under your breath, beginning to lean your body off of Choso's to reach for the remote. Little did you know, Choso had been aching to kiss you all day. He knew the two of you usually ended up sharing kisses when you were alone like this, and each time it happened only increased his neediness for the next time you were together as he began to expect it as he did now.

Choso kept his arms tightly wrapped around your torso, preventing you from leaning forward. You were jolted back against his chest, your eyes going wide when you realized you were stuck. A smile grew on your face when Choso plopped his forehead down on your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he blushed furiously, hoping you would catch on to what he wanted so he didn't have to say it.

You turned your head to face him and cupped his neck with your warm hand, pressing his face against you. "Cho, how am I meant to move when you hold onto me so tightly, huh?" You teased, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. Choso's eyebrows furrowed against your skin when he felt the familiar touch of your lips on him. He tentatively raised his head and looked into your eyes, his cheeks already a deep crimson red, eyebrows furrowed in a desperate look.

You kept your hand on his warm neck, feeling his pulse race under your fingertips. You smiled and licked your lips, staring back and forth between his eyes. Choso's breath was already picking up as the tension began to grow between the two of you. Choso swallowed hard as he looked between your eyes and your plush lips, looking like they were begging to be kissed. 

You leaned in ever so slightly, lips grazing against his, your body feeling hot when his arms tightened around your body as you did so. "Tell me what you want Choso." You whispered, your hot breath tickling his lips. Choso's lips were parted slightly expectantly, his breathing now more audible. "I wanna kiss." He replied, his fingers curling into your shirt that covered your stomach. 

You bit your lip, your nose tapping against his as you continued to tease him. "Yeah? You wanna kiss me?" You whispered, turning your head to the side as you readied yourself. Choso's eyes fluttered softly as he nodded, his eyelids already feeling heavy even without touching you. Choso let out a noise of surprise when you pressed your lips against his. His thighs twitched ever so slightly with the need to press his legs together, but you were between them, so he couldn't.

Choso felt his brain turn to mush as you massaged your lips against his, soft barely there sounds getting caught in your throat making him go crazy. Choso never broke the connection even when he released your body in his arms and slowly slid out from behind you, maneuvering your body so you were against the pillows he was just laying against. They were warm with his body heat, feeling welcoming as Choso placed himself between your thighs, on top of you.

Your chest rose and fell heavily as he dragged his large hands up and down your body, your shirt riding up as he played with your sides, touching you everywhere he could. Choso loved kissing, the sensation of his lips intertwining against yours combined with the feel of your body and the sounds you made when you kissed him took over his brain completely, trampling over and pushing out any and all other thoughts.

You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctually, making Choso whine at how good your body felt against him. His hands itched with the need to touch you higher up each time he caressed your torso. Your chest rose and fell heavily against him, your back slightly arching off the bed each time he overpowered his tongue with yours, making you feel dizzy.

Choso was a bit shy when it came to intimate activities, up until he was actively participating in them, then his instincts took over and he became more confident. You and Choso had been dating for a few months and had never gone past heavy petting and kissing, but you would be lying if you said your body didnt ache to go further with him.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and slowly slid them around to his back, grabbing the nape of his neck with one hand while your other disappeared under the collar of the back of his shirt. Choso's eyes rolled back in his sockets at the touch, even though his eyes were closed. He felt that same familiar ache build itself up deep in his stomach, and the position he was in was giving him no relief.

His pelvis was close to being pressed against yours, but it wasn't, leaving his unknowingly throbbing cock to twitch against the confines of his boxers with little to no friction. You lightly raked your nails over the skin of his back, feeling his hard muscles under your hands as the kiss increased in fervor, getting more intense. 

Choso took it upon himself to adjust his position a bit, sliding one of his legs to the side a bit so his pelvis was against the bed and the underside of your thigh. You smiled against Choso's lips, feeling how needy his tongue was getting against yours. You were caught off guard when you felt a strong thigh press firmly against your cunt, making your lips separate from his in an embarrassingly loud whine. 

Choso stopped kissing you to look at your expression, worried he might've hurt you. With furrowed eyebrows and a fucked out expression, you reached both hands between your bodies and pressed them agaisnt his thigh, trying to ignore how hard you were throbbing against his leg. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Choso gasped, not yet realizing what had happened. 

"Choso, your knee." You whined out breathlessly, pressing against his thigh again, silently begging for him to let up before you lost control. You were already holding back enough. Choso's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked between your bodies to see his thigh tightly against your cunt, and your hands pressing above where you were connected. 

Choso immediately pulled his leg back and apologized, slotting his leg back to its original position. You saw the muscles in his jaw bulge out under the weight of his teeth as he looked away in embarrassment, worried he had ruined the mood. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. touch you there." Choso apologized, darting his eyes back over to yours every so often.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him against your shoulder, forcing his head to be buried in the crook of your neck. This abrupt action surprised Choso, he placed his hands on your hips and waited for you to speak, focusing on how loud your heart was beating against him. "No, it's okay. It.. it felt good." You whispered, turning your head against his ear, your lips grazing his skin.

Choso felt that same familiar heat build-up in his tummy again at your confession, it was getting unbearable. This is usually where the two of you stopped when he felt a little too worked up for his own good. But this time, he didn't want to stop, he wanted to see where this would go. "It felt... good?" He questioned, staring at the bedsheets in front of him as he lay on your shoulder.

You nodded, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear that sent a shiver down his spine. "You can put it back if you want." You suggested, making Choso shut his eyes and take a deep breath. He didn't know much about pleasuring others or even himself, but he knew the type of "good" you were talking about was much like the one he felt when he pressed his crotch against the sheets, or your leg when you kissed.

Choso pulled his head up from your shoulder and brought his face agaisnt yours, a hair length away from your lips. You grabbed his face and looked into his eyes for a moment before you pulled him against you by his cheeks, forcing your lips together in a kiss. The kiss was just as needy and hasty as before as the two of you opened your mouth against one another in a sloppy makeout. 

Choso swallowed hard before he started moving his leg again, trying to remember the position he had it in. When you felt his thick thigh press against your throbbing clit again, you gasped into his mouth, a sound he eagerly swallowed up, his face growing redder at the sound.

You felt dizzy as your back arched against him, your hands once again wrapping around his neck for support. You squeezed your legs around his thigh and relished in the feeling of your clit getting stimulated from the pressure alone. Choso could feel he felt something twitch against his leg, but he had no idea what it could be, all he knew was that it made his own problem feel ten times worse.

Choso started kissing you more intensely, his own cock being stimulated against the sheet and the underside of your leg once more. You whimpered into his mouth, your hips twitching agaisnt him, ever so slightly rubbing your cunt against his leg. "This feels really good." Choso gasped into your mouth, feeling the heat in his tummy boil up within him.

You nodded, making a sound of agreement into his mouth. You felt like you were seconds away from cumming, you couldn't believe how aroused you were. Your whole body burned with pleasure and arousal as you sloppily kissed into Choso's mouth, the kiss being more tongue and teeth than anything.

You felt that familiar pressure build up in your abdomen, making your thighs twitch and your body curl against him. Choso increases the pace of his kissing, his lips now moving jerkily and unceremoniously against your thigh. "Choso-" You whined against his lips, both of you now panting and whining into the other's mouth. Choso felt like something was going to happen, and he didn't want to stop, he needed to feel whatever this was leading to.

His fingers dug into your hips as his lips started parting against yours, as did your own against his. Both of your moans and pants grew silent as you gasped against the other's mouth. It was only still for a moment before the two of you came crashing down. Your body shook with pleasure as you came in your panties, your abdomen curling in against Choso and twitching as you orgasmed on his thigh.

Choso's head fell into the crook of your neck as he came, hot spurts of cum being released into his pants. With each rope of cum he released, his hips would cant involuntarily against your own. Choso groaned and gasped against you, his head going numb as sheer, white pleasure wracked through his entire body and overwhelmed all of his senses. 

The two of you gasped and whined heavily as you came down from your highs, fighting to catch your breath and recover. Your bodies were limp against each other, but you still held each other tight, not wanting to separate just yet. "That felt so... so good," Choso whined into your neck, a shiver wracking down his spine. You nodded against his shoulder, raking your hands through his messy hair. "Uh-huh...so good." You replied, equally as fucked out as you nodded dumbly, breathing heavily with Choso's full weight resting against your body.

[aliteralsemicolon]

Bad, bad news - 18+

Main masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist

"Bad, bad news, one of us is gonna lose, I'm the powder you're the fuse...just add some friction." You and Spencer play to see who can control themselves the longest. Loser is at the winner's mercy for the rest of the night.

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

DISCLAIMER You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Minors do not interact at all. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read.

WARNING: Smut: Switch!/dom! Spencer, switch!/sub! reader, cock-warming, nipple play, dirty talk, edging/orgasm denial, clit stimulation, one singular spank, no use of protection, pet names (sweet girl, good girl, etc). Not proofread. Proceed at your own risk.

Word count: 2.9K See notes at end for authors note & spoilers.

Rolling around half naked in your bed sheets is like a harmonious duet on most days. You and Spencer mindlessly slip into your roles using non-verbal cues. Today was not one of those days. Today was a messy battle for dominance and your sheets bore the brunt. 

“Give in,” Spencer whispers, his knee strategically pressed against your heat. “You know you want to.”

You wiggle your wrists out of his grasp above your head and flatten your palms against his chest as you push him back down. He doesn't react fast enough and you’re straddling him again. You claim his mouth in a roaring kiss and swallow a desperate moan.

“Baby, if anyone’s going to give in it’s you.” You taunt, pulling away.

Without warning, Spencer bucks his hips up, rubbing his hardness against your core. It makes you jolt. 

“Yeah?” He licks his lips and flashes you a cocky smile.

“Y-yes.” You’re quick to regain composure, not wanting to let him rob you of the upper hand. “You can barely control yourself.”

He harshly cups your jaw in retaliation and pushes himself up until his lips are almost brushing yours. You have to brace yourself against his shoulder and his eyes lock in on yours. He lingers there for a second, his breath tickles your skin. Your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips. His hold on your jaw loosens as the two of you slowly lean in. 

“I’m not the one that needs to be controlled.” It’s a low gravel that vibrates against your mouth as he retracts his head, making you chase after the kiss. 

Before you can catch his lips, he rolls you over and pushes himself on his knees. The noise that leaves you upon impact is something between a squeak and a grunt. He doesn’t give you time to assimilate, flipping you over and yanking you by your hips. Your cunt slams against his bulge and you groan, gripping the sheets. He grabs your hands, pinning them behind your back. You try to squirm out of his grip, but he’s got you pinned firmly. 

“Hey, that is not fair!” You whine. 

“Oh? Why not?” 

“You’re biologically stronger than I am!”

“Aw, poor baby.” He pouts with a mocking coo. 

You huff and make another futile attempt to set yourself free.

“Just give in and I’ll let go.” He chuckles. 

“Fuck off–ah!” A firm smack on your behind cuts you off. 

If that wasn’t so hot you could have at least pretended to be upset, but the way you involuntarily grind your hips gives you away before you can even make the effort. Spencer hisses in response. His eyes rake down your back to your ass pressed against him. So that backfired. 

You’re just as stubborn as he is and he doesn’t have the patience to wear you down. He needs to watch you squirm as you beg for him. He wants to feel how desperate you are for him. Using a featherlight touch, his hand travels up your back. He leans in, torso hovering over your back and brings his lips to your ear. 

“How about I make you a deal, hmm?” A trail of kisses starts from below your ear to your jaw.

“A deal?” You repeat, falling into a slight daze.

His fingers stop skimming over your back when he reaches the clasp of your bra and he undoes it in one swift motion. You can feel your heartbeat as your breasts spring free. 

“Mhm.” He releases his hold on you and moves off you to sit up against the headboard. 

“What deal?” You question as you sit up, eyeing him curiously.

“Well, it’s more of a bet.” 

Part of the reason you and Spencer work so well is because of your ability to keep up with each other's competitive nature. 

“Go on.” You rid yourself of the bra hanging on your shoulders. 

He tries to hide it, but, being met with your bare chest has an immediate effect on him. The silent but sharp inhale, the way he tries oh so hard to keep his eyes on your face and the way his lip rolls between his teeth. You can practically feel your arousal pooling in your underwear. 

“Come here.” He beckons you closer with his fingers.

A shrewd smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth. You position yourself on your hands and knees, effectively crawling toward him. It shouldn’t feel as alluring as it does, but the sight makes his cock twitch. Part of him wants to grab you and pull you onto his lap the second you’re within reach, but he waits for you to get there on your own, watching you intently with every step. 

His palms caress the sides of your ribcage as you straddle him and he swipes his tongue between his lips. You drape your arms on his shoulders, wrapping them so your fingers run through his hair. You let him kiss you on the chin, jaw and shoulder, but when he tries to go lower, you pull on his hair by the base. He turns his head back up to you and you both rest your foreheads together.

“You are impossibly stubborn.” He groans. 

“I wouldn’t have to be if you would simply do as I say.” 

“I should tie you up and make you watch as I take care of myself in front of you.” There’s an underlying playfulness in his sigh. 

“That sounds like a punishment.” You quirk your eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t have to if you had let me take care of you as I’ve wanted from the start.” 

“You won’t. At all.” You state point blank, indicating he's not the one in charge.

Spencer tsks and brushes his thumb against your nipple. You playfully slap his hand away. You don’t know it yet, but he’s already noting everything he’ll punish you for when the time comes. 

“Do you trust me?” 

You nod, giving him a cautious stare. 

“Do. you. trust. me?” He repeats, unsatisfied with the non-verbal confirmation. 

“Yes!” You huff. 

“Up.” He drops his hands to your hips, gripping the flesh and pushing it away from him. 

You lift yourself off him and on your knees. Spencer then lifts his hips, tugging his boxers down providing ample room for his length to bounce out. Looking down you can see just how hard he is. His tip’s swollen, pink and leaking with pre-cum. If you weren’t so turned on right now, you’d question what he’s up to. 

There is no shortage of things you want to do to him and he can tell as much when he runs a finger through your slit, pushing the fabric to the side. The action is unexpected and you have to use his shoulders for support, a whimper escaping your lips. You glare at him but he pays you no mind.

“Fuucck,” He breathily groans, “you are soaked.” 

It always takes you a little off guard when Spencer swears. He rarely does, saving it for when he feels very passionately about something. It makes you clench around nothing. Spencer guides your hips a little lower and runs his tip between your folds. You can only chuff in desperation as you try to keep yourself composed. 

“Sit.” He commands, lining himself up with your entrance. 

You’re sceptical but comply nonetheless. You slowly sink on his length and his fingers dig into the plush of your hips. The two of you exchange a gasp as you attempt to ground yourselves. Something about how he stretches your walls open is so delicious and palatable, that it makes you forget all sense or reason.

“Now what?” 

“Now,” his voice floats in and out of short breaths, “you sit still.” 

“I beg you pardon? Still?” Your perplexity makes him chuckle.

Shock waves travel between your cores and you squirm. 

“Uh-uh.” His grip on your body tightens as he holds you in place. “You heard me. Sit still.” 

You mull over his words and it clicks.

“Cockwarming?” 

“Precisely.” 

“That’s your deal?”

“Bet.” He corrects. 

A silent pause takes over the conversation. You try to study his challenging stare, but honestly, all you can focus on is how enchanting his eyes are. How ethereal they look when you have him begging for you. You’re smart enough to recognise that the only shot you have of making that happen is if you indulge him for now. 

“Okay, genius, I’ll bite. What are we betting on?” 

“Control. More specifically, which one of us is better at exhibiting control.”

“So not you.” You snort. 

He rolls his eyes but he’s unsure if it’s because of your comment or how warm you feel around his cock. He doesn’t point out that he’s already demonstrating a great amount of control by not flipping you over and fucking the shit out of you, because it might not work in his favour.

“What happens when I win?” 

Your follow-up question brings him back to you with brows raised in astonishment. 

“When you win?” 

“Or when you lose. Whatever way you wanna look at it.” 

His eyes narrow and his tongue swipes the inside of his cheek. Maybe if he brought up how good he is at holding his tongue, he could make a point about how much more control he’s in. 

“Whoever wins gets to do whatever they want to the other. For tonight.” 

You twist your lips to the side in contemplation. Spencer tracks every shift in your features. 

“Deal.” You answer with a genuine smile. 

“Thank you.” His gratitude is relayed in a husky whisper.

You don’t know if it’s the way he speaks or the words he says, but it makes you clench. You don’t realise until he hisses and throws his head back. 

“You can’t be doing that.” His thumbs caress the skin they’re resting on. 

“What? This?” You repeat the action intentionally and give him your most convincing doe eyes. 

Oh the things he plans to do to you. His thoughts hide behind a half-smirk and his eyes drop to your breasts. The look on his face borders between unsettling and erotic, sending shivers down your spine. Spencer lets his hand drift up your sides, stopping so his thumbs brush your nipples again. The feeling provokes goosebumps all over. 

You unintentionally whimper when he gently rolls them between his thumbs and forefingers. At first, Spencer was only trying to tease you for your antics, but the sound of your voice made him want to coax more out of you. He adds pressure to his hold and tugs. Your walls tighten around him again and he lessens the pressure to keep himself composed. If you don’t stop, he will. Your hands move to cup his wrists in place and you try to hold back the pathetic sounds threatening to spill out of you. 

“Can’t have your cake and eat it too, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.” His voice is a coo masking a command. 

“For you to stop playing games and give up already.” You try to keep your voice steady but fail. 

“You’re just delaying the inevitable at this point. The longer you fight, the harder you’ll have to beg.” He relays it like a scientific fact that can’t be proven wrong. 

“And you’re delusional if you think that’s happening. I won’t beg for you.” 

“That’s two bets you’re losing tonight.” 

You scoff but before you can get another word in, he pulls your taut nubs with a tighter grip than before. You have to fight the urge to lean away and roll your hips. Your breathing quickens, it’s almost as if you're quietly heaving. Then you make the mistake of looking down. Slender fingers toying with your hardened peaks and cock so deep inside you that your cores are touching at the base. 

Your senses feel heightened. Everything you sense is jumbled. You can practically taste the sweet ecstasy that fills your body when he’s driving into you so hard that he’s pressing against your stomach. You don’t realise how close you are to the edge, but Spencer does. He can tell by the slight shake in your legs as you try to keep yourself still. And the way your nails dig into his wrists. 

All your focus is on keeping yourself from clenching because you don’t want him to stop. The coil in your stomach has almost completely unravelled; you just need to sit still for a few more seconds. 

Seven. In your distracted state you let a few tiny moans slip out. 

Six. It elates Spencer, he almost feels bad for what he’s about to do. 

Five. As you grow louder, Spencer begins shushing you in his soft voice. 

Four. You shut your eyes, anticipating your release.

Three. Almost there, your lip rolls between your teeth. 

Two–

Your efforts are wasted because Spencer lets go right as you’re on the brink. 

“NofuckWHY?!” You speak so fast that you join your sentence into one word. 

A brash chuckle erupts from him. He releases his wrists from your grip.

“Come on, you didn’t actually think I was going to let you cum.” 

You let out a frustrated huff. 

“Only good girls get to come. Are you a good girl?” He adds, intertwining his hands with yours. 

It seems like an intimate act, but you can see past it. As always, the sneaky bastard has found himself a loophole. The truth is, Spencer doesn’t have more patience, he’s just too good at achieving results. He’s basically admitted defeat and you’ll still be the one to lose. You can only give him a narrowed stare, scouring his eyes with your jaw hanging.

“No?” He prompts when your silence is too long. 

This time, he only gives attention to one of your nubs and his other hand lands on your clit without warning. He doesn’t ease you into his brutal pace, flicking over your bud with his middle finger. The strain against your sensitive nipple, the stimulation on your inflamed bud and his erection still buried inside you. It’s an overwhelming sensation and you’re unsure of what to focus on. The result is a loud, strangled moan you try to muffle in the crook of his neck.

“Fuck! Spencer!” 

It doesn’t take long for the tension in your abdomen to start building again. You try to focus on your breathing and relieve the intensity by pressing your nails into his shoulders. Spencer remains undeterred and you can’t escape the feeling. It’s building fast and it’s going to run through you like a tidal wave. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck– oh God– oh fuck–” 

Your stringed obscenities are matched by Spencer's more silent hums and groans. He’s enjoying this, probably more than you are. His begins to twitch inside you at random intervals, he could cum just from this. 

“You’re close. Maybe I should stop. Hmm?” He mumbles his words as close to your ear as he can. 

“Pleaseplease–fucking–please– don’t stop. Don’t stop!” 

“Admit that you’re my good girl.”

“Spenc– mmh–” 

It’s too much but not enough at the same time. The tension inside is brewing too thick, you’re about to snap. 

“You’re not cumming until you say it,” Spencer warns sternly, “say you’re my good girl.” 

The sound of his voice only adds to your desperation. All you give him in return is your lewd mewls. He’s brought you back to the edge, you only need one final push. 

“Still nothing? You must not want it bad enough.” He starts to slow down his pace, indicating that he’s about to stop. 

The threat alone makes you break. 

“No!” You yelp. “Nonono– I’m a good girl– I’m your good girl! Please don’t stop!”

You’re panting frantically. He’s won.

“Yeah? You think so?” 

Yet he’s still going to make you work for it. He quickens his pace again and you don’t even try to keep yourself still anymore, squirming in his lap. 

“Mhm..” It’s a broken beg, your face still hiding in his neck. 

“Look at me.” He hisses gently, struggling against the friction you’ve started to build. 

You lazily lift your head to meet his eyes. He has a victorious smirk on his face. Your eyes struggle to stay open and you flutter your lids.  

“Oh, you look so pretty. All flushed and desperate.” He teases. “Tell me, what are you?”

You need release, now. Your legs try to close around his body. 

“I– ah– shit– I’m–fuck your g–good girl!” Your words exit as more of a moan than a coherent sentence. The coil in your stomach is about to burst any second. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” He’s relishing in your struggle. 

You let out a frustrated whine. 

“I’m your good girl!” 

Spencer chuckles at just how agreeable you’ve become because of how badly you want to cum. Your brows furrow and you throw your head back, eyes squeezing shut. Just as you’re about to get your sweet release, Spencer stops. You snap your sights on him, utterly dazed, annoyed and confused. Spencer leans in, getting close enough for his whisper to reach you.

“Prove it.” 

Spoilers: Smut.

AN - When I said edging, I meant it. We’re all getting edged. Anyway first kinktober piece, I can’t promise I’ll deliver all of them in October. I’m just a girl (uni takes priority sorry guys). Also, this is kinda overdue now but thank you for 1K <3

TT has ruined so many things for me. I couldn’t write this without thinking of “asserting dominance” and giggling.

Thank you for reading!