#which is weird bc i rarely write pure fluff fics
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đ Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...
5 times zoro didnât know he was flirting with sanji and 1 time he knew
(i do plan on releasing this some dayâiâve got almost 3k written so farâbut probably not anytime soon)
âïž Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.
from the fic above ^ :
Zoro thought the whole flower situation was over and done with, but apparently he was mistaken. The cook had presumably seen it when he returned to the ship or maybe when he retired to sleep yesterday night and hadnât said anything to him about it, so Zoro had assumed that Sanji had accepted the gift junk and presented it to Nami or Robin or whoever. So imagine his surprise when he sees the flower again. With the cook. On the cook, actually. Tucked in his hair.
What.
Zoroâs brain takes a moment to reboot. He blinks, wondering if heâs hallucinating, but nope, itâs still there. Why. When. How. Why, again, for good measure.
Sanji catches him staringâof course he does, theyâre literally two feet apart since Zoro had immediately come face-to-face with the cook after exiting the washroom. Because apparently the universe hates him. For some ungodly reason that Zoro canât fathom, the tips of Sanjiâs ears burn a bright red. âWhat?â he snaps.
Oh god. The cook actually sounds embarrassed.
âNothing,â Zoro says, because if he says what heâs actually thinking, heâs going to be even more embarrassed than Sanji, if such a thing were possible. âJust wasnât expecting that.â
đ§ïž Share something angsty from your WIP.
ohoho there is so much to choose from
Sanjiâs hand clenches in his shirt so hard that he shakes from the strain of it, and then he shoves Zoro against the wall, cabinets clattering open on impact. Zoro allows it to happen, keeping his hands loose and by his sides as Sanjiâs forearm presses into his collarbone.
âI hate you so fucking much,â Sanji spits out. He lets go and starts pacing back and forth furiously, steps coming down so hard that Zoroâs surprised that the wood doesnât splinter under the force of it. His hands fist in his hair. âI asked you for one thing. One fucking thing! I thought I could trust you to do it, but I guess I was wrong about that.â
âI can handle your hate.â If it means that Sanji is still himself, is still feeling and alive, Zoro can handle anything.
Sanji bites out a harsh laugh. âThatâs goddamn perfect then.â He whips around, wild, resentful, burning a hole into Zoroâs flesh with the bitterness of his gaze alone. âBecause you fucking have it.â
(yes this from hold your fire đ)
â Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?
the stealth black sanji au đ ive already talked about it at length though so i donât have anything to add here lol
beyond that, iâve always liked the hc that sanji attended a reverie as part of the germa delegation when he was young, so an au where vivi recognizes him when they first meet could be interesting. havenât put too much thought into it though
#one piece#sanji#black leg sanji#zosan#zoro#roronoa zoro#goddamn the whiplash between these two wips is crazy#the 5+1 is the tonal opposite of hold your fire in that it will probably have 0 angst#which is weird bc i rarely write pure fluff fics#but iâm using it as a break from writing about all the shit going down in hyf#ask#ask game#mine#my writing#also feel free to send repeat emojis for more random snippets lmao
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Heroes (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: I think I used David Bowie's "Heroes" for another fic when I first started writing on this blog. Oh well. We're using it again bc it inspired this fic. This is a combo request fic: Co-teachers/Logan having a nightmare/smut. Hope you guys enjoy!
Summary: You and Logan are assigned by Charles to co-teach a class to learn how to work as a team. You expect Logan to be cold, distant, short. What you don't expect is the way you find yourself needing him, and him needing you.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT! Dry humping, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, soft!Logan, cocky!Logan (always), softdom!Logan vibes, implied age gap (Logan is obvi older), frenemies to lovers, feelings, some violence (Logan accidentally hurts the reader while having a nightmare), reader has regenerative powers, fluff, hurt to comfort (literally), reader has family trauma, afab!/f!reader, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it!
Word Count: 5,267 kinda wanna do a part 2 this was cute
âI work better alone Charles. You know that.âÂ
You and Logan Howlett never did see eye to eye.Â
âYes, Logan. Which is why Iâm giving you this challenge.â
He was always cold.Â
âI donât think this is a good idea.â
Always distant.Â
âHence why it is an excellent idea, Logan.â
But you never thought heâd be this resistant to teaching a class with you.Â
âIâm fine with it,â you say, your eyes flitting between Logan and Charles. âIt doesnât faze me at all.â
Loganâs leather jacket crinkles and he puts his hands on his hips. He furrows his brows. âYouâre fine with this?â He asks, cocking his head to the side.Â
You shrug your shoulders. âI donât see why not.â Your eyes find Loganâs, but you canât make out the expression on his face. Canât tell if itâs dislike, pure hatred, or something else altogether.Â
âThis canât happen,â Logan insists, tearing his eyes away from yours and turning towards the Professor. His words sting and youâre not quite sure whyânot sure why you should care about this at all.Â
âIt is too late,â Charlesâs voice booms. âI have already decided. You will co-teach a history class for...â Charles trails off, choosing his words carefully. âYounger students.â
You smile, but Logan rolls his eyes, his brows still furrowed. âHow young?â You say in unison, although in starkly different tones. You whip your head to face Logan and find that his eyes are already on you. Â
âAges six to seven,â Charles explains. âThis will be a smaller class, given how rare it is for children of that age to show their abilities, and the course will be incredibly simple.â He rolls away from behind the desk and approaches you and Logan in the center of the room. âI have faith that the two of you can handle this.â
Logan exhales deeply but doesnât say a word. âWe can,â you answer, your stare breaking away from Logan and turning to the Professor instead. âI look forward to teaching the class,â you pause, âwith Logan.â
Something in Loganâs glare softens. His frown slowly disappears, melting away. His jaw relaxes, and his shoulders go slack. âFine.â Heâs curt, but something about the resolve in his voice gives you an ounce of hope that maybe, just maybe this will go well.Â
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This is, in fact, not going well at all.Â
Agreeing on the curriculum was not a problem. Logan, having experienced most of U.S. History, believes in telling history as it happened. No rose-colored glasses. No murky half-truths or prettily wrapped white lies. No weird Christopher Columbus-themed arts and crafts. Having seen multiple wars and experiencing the power of government exploitation firsthandânot surprisinglyâhas made Logan progressive.
So, you had designed an age-appropriate, honest, curriculum. You were shocked at how well you and Logan worked together. You shared quiet hours in the library, passing scribblings and notes back and forth while pouring over books. You actually felt quite confident.Â
That is, until the very first class.Â
You and Logan had only just introduced yourselvesâwritten your names on the board.Â
âWe are going to have a fun, educational year,â you finish, smiling widely. âDoes anyone have any questions?â
A young girl in the center of the room raises her hand. You nod towards her, and she smiles sheepishly. âAre you two married?â
Youâre taken back, your brows furrowing. âOh, umââ
âNo,â Logan cuts you off, his arms crossing tightly against his chest. His shortness hurts more than youâre willing to admit. âAbsolutely not.âÂ
The little girlâs eyes widen. âBut then why do you look at her like that?â
âExcuse me?â Logan asks, his voice a little too harsh. âLike what, kid?â
âLogan,â you whisper, turning to face him. âSheâs six. Let it go,â you chide. âProfessor Logan and I are friends and co-teachers. Thatâs all.â You turn back to the little girl, who nods, but she doesnât look convinced.Â
The rest of the class goes relatively well. Itâs very introductoryâteaching the children how mutant history and human history are intertwined. You and Logan are able to simplify things for the children so that they can understand. And, as the class goes on, Logan seems more comfortable with the children.Â
The period is almost over when a little boy raises his hand, and Logan calls on him. âMy older brother told me people like us are scary,â he says shyly. His eyes are sadâtoo tired for a six-year-old. âHe told me that we shouldnât exist.â
Your stomach drops, tears burning behind your sinuses. You think back to your own family, back to the trauma of being disowned for something you couldnât control. Youâre too heartbroken to tackle the question. Loganâs eyes flicker between you and the little boy.Â
âYour brother is wrong,â Logan answers, crossing the room to stand next to you. He brings a hand to your lower back. Itâs the ghost of a touch, but itâs a lifeline. âYouâre special,â Logan says, and you know heâs talking to you, too. âYou all are. Donât listen to what they say. Youâre more important than youâll ever know. More extraordinary than they can understand.â
The bell rings, and the children stand, collecting their belongings. âSee you all tomorrow,â Logan shouts over the shuffling and ruckus in the hallway. The children file out the door, jumping and cheering as if nothing happened.Â
âTheyâre so resilient,â you say, shaking your head and watching them leave. You look over to Loganâhis face close to yours, his palm still pressed against your back.Â
âSo are you,â he whispers, smiling softly, rubbing up and down your back. âYou did great.â
âYes, she did. And you did too, Logan,â Charles says, suddenly in the doorway to the classroom. âI forgot to drop off the roll call this morning,â Charles explains, holding out a sheet of paper. You cross the room to meet him, taking the sheet into your hands. âIt has the list of names of the children in your class, as well as their abilities.â Charles backs into the hallway. âExcellent work, you two. You make a better team than you realize.â
âThank you, Professor,â you say. Logan mumbles a soft Thanks, and heads towards the door once Charles is gone.Â
He scratches his head, almost nervously. âGot another class to teach,â he husks. âMeet up later to go over tomorrowâs lesson plan?âÂ
You nod your head. âSounds good.â Logan smiles and walks through the doorway and down the hall.Â
You look at the roll call, and your eyes widen. Your heart beats out of your chest. You find the name of the little girl who had asked if you and Logan were married.Â
Claire TellerâPrecognition, Clairvoyance, shows signs of potential telekinesis.
The paper falls from your hands and drifts slowly to the floor. You look down, your lips parted in shock. Did she see you and Loganâ
âYou alright, sugar?â Rogueâs voice snaps you back to reality. You look up, and sheâs standing in the door.Â
âY-yeah,â you stutter, shaking your head. âIâm fine.â
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The rest of the week goes smoothly. You and Logan meet each night to discuss the lesson plan for the following day. The classes go well. Claire always seems a bit distracted, her eyes flickering between you and Logan, but she does just fine in class.Â
In fact, youâd say this was going better than well. You and Logan, despite his hesitation in the beginning, were growing closer every day.Â
Itâs written in secret, stolen momentsâhands accidentally brushing, glances across the room. But you can feel it, the way your lives are being sewn together. You find ways to spend time alone outside of classâordering dinner and grading together, practicing in the Danger Room as partners and not opponents. You had become something of a team.  Â
Tonight, youâre alone with Logan, sitting on the floor of his room, grading the small quiz you had given the children on the branches of government. Logan had picked the background musicâ60s and 70s rock.Â
You hum along to Evil Woman by Electric Light Orchestra as you write â100%â at the top of a studentâs quiz.Â
âPretty voice,â Logan rasps, looking up from his last quiz. Before you can react, before you can even process what he says, heâs moving on. âYou almost done?â
âJust finished.â You write another â100%â and look up at Logan. Heâs on his side, resting his head in his hand, balancing on his elbow. He smirks and stands up, striding over to you. He reaches his hand out, and you tilt your head, confused. You take his hand all the same, and he pulls you up.Â
Loganâs hands find your waist, and he sways you from side to side. You giggle, shakily bringing your arms up and around his neck. Your heart thunders in your chest as you dance with him.Â
âDidnât take you for a dancer,â you murmur. Evil Woman fades out and Heroes by David Bowie starts up. Â
âThereâs a lot you donât know about me,â Logan husks. He pulls you in tighter, his chest pressed to yours.Â
âYeah?â You ask, letting your head rest in the crook of his neck. Your eyes flutter closed. âLike what?â
Heâs suddenly silent, and you can feel the tension thicken in the room. âWhen Charles came to us about the classâŠâ He trails off, searching for the right words to say. âI was nervous,â he admits.Â
You lift your head from his neck. âWhy?â You question, smiling softly.Â
Logan presses his forehead to yours. âBecause Iââ But then thereâs a knock at the door. âLogan?â Itâs Charles on the other side. Logan huffs, his eyes closing defeatedly as he loosens his hold on your waist and walks over to the door.Â
âThere has been an emergency,â Charles says the second the door is open. âI need you to go on a mission immediately. This is a dire situation.â
Logan looks across the room to you. âOkay,â he says, his eyes still trained on yours.Â
Charles nods and heads down the hallway. âMeet me downstairs. Hank is readying the jet now.âÂ
âI have a bad feeling about this,â you confess, fighting the tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. You canât quite place where the feeling is coming fromâwhy youâre suddenly so nervous about Logan leaving. A month ago, this sort of thing wouldâve felt routine, normal. Thereâs always a crisis somewhere.Â
Logan swallows, his Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. âIâll come back,â he promises. âAnd we can talk then.â He strides over to you, wrapping you in his arms, and pulling you into his chest. âDonât worry. Itâll be fine.âÂ
âLogan?â Charles calls from downstairs. âWe need to leave at once!âÂ
Logan squeezes you tightly before letting go. He works his jaw, his teeth gritting as he backs out of the room and down the hallway. Your heart drops as you listen to his footsteps echoing against the stairs. By the time you muster up the courage to follow him, itâs too late. The door to the mansion slams just as you make it to the bottom of the steps.Â
You can still hear Heroes faintly playing from Loganâs room.Â
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame, was on the other side Oh we can beat them, forever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day
You sit on the bottom step, your head falling into your hands.
âOh, sugar,â Rogue whispers as she walks into the foyer. She settles next to you. âI didnât know you and LoganâŠâ She trails off, shaking her head. âHeâll come back. He always does.â She hangs her arm around your shoulder, tugging you into her chest.Â
You hope sheâs right.Â
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The next morning, Logan is still gone. Youâre forced to teach the class alone. As youâre starting roll call, a young boy raises his hand.Â
âYes, Jimmy?â You call, arching your brows.Â
âWhereâs Professor Logan?â He asks curiously, tilting his head to the side.Â
You swallow harshly, inhaling deeply. âHe has something to take care of,â you explain. âItâll just be me teaching today. Is that alright with you?â You try to sound light, jovial, plastering a fake smile across your face. The kids buy it, giggling and nodding. Jimmy smiles widely and nods, too.
But Claireâthe little girl who can seemingly see into the future, stares at you sympathetically. It sends a chill down your spine. Itâs like she knows how youâre feelingâcan see it in her mindâs eye. You shake the feeling off, proceeding with the lesson. The material is distracting enoughâthe U.S. voting system, carefully explained so that the children can understand.Â
The rest of the class goes off without a hitch, and the bell finally rings. The session felt longer than usual without Logan, and certainly harder to get through, but not impossible. The class picks up their belongings and files out. You grab your papers, readying to leave, assuming that everyone is gone.Â
âHeâs going to come back,â a small, familiar voice whispers. You look up from your materials, and thereâs Claire, standing in front of the desk. Her deep, brown eyes twitch back and forth. She closes them tightly and smiles. âYou donât have to worry,â she assures. âHeâs safe. Heâll always come back to you.â She pauses. âAll I see is happiness.â The veins in her temples grow thicker, and you can tell sheâs working too hard to look to the future.
âClaire,â you say, your hand grabbing her shoulder. âDonât hurt yourself, my love. You donât have to do that for me. Iâm okay.â
Her eyes fly open, and she smiles widely, as if nothing happened. She steps away from the desk, your hand falling from her shoulder. âDidnât hurt at all!â She calls as she skips out the door. âSee you Monday!â
You shake your head. Resilient, you think to yourself. So goddamn resilient.Â
The rest of the evening is slow. You try to keep yourself busyâgrading papers, listening to music, going for a run, training in the Danger Room. But all you can think about is Logan.Â
After dinner, you get ready for bed, changing into a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. You sit alone in your room, on your bed, reminding yourself of what Claire had told you this afternoon.Â
Heâs going to come back. You donât have to worry. Heâs safe.Â
You lay back on your pillows, bringing the covers up to your chin and closing your eyes. You repeat her words over and over again in your head as you fall asleep. Heâs safe. Heâs safe. Heâs safe.Â
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You wake up a few hours later, your bedside lamp still on. Your alarm clock reads 1:45 AM. You groan, rolling over and shutting your eyes tightly, trying to force yourself back to sleep. But itâs no useâyouâre awake, thinking of Logan already.Â
You push yourself to sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, and pressing your feet into the cold wood floors below. You walk to your door, twist the knob, and head out into the hallway.  A lap around the mansion might make you tiredâmight relax you.Â
You walk down the hallway slowly, noticing instantly that Loganâs door is closed. You canât help but pick up your pace, striding towards Loganâs room.Â
You stand in front of his door, your hand on the knob, ready to twist and push. You stop yourself, wondering if this is crossing a line, tearing down a carefully constructed boundary. But all you want is to see him breathing, lying on his bed. You need to know heâs in thereâsafe.Â
You knock once, but thereâs no answer. You swallow nervously, twisting the knob and pushing the door open.Â
Your heart stops. There he is. Heâs home. Heâs safe. Heâs breathing. You let out a sigh of relief, smiling softly as you start to close the door.Â
But then his head snaps to the side, and he grunts. âLogan?â You call, opening the door slightly. He doesnât answer. He grunts again. You quickly notice the way his fists white-knuckle his sheets.Â
You step inside his room, closing the door behind you. âLo,â you whisper into the darkness. He tosses and turns, his head whipping from side to side. He must be having a nightmare, You think to yourself, your heart breaking in two, watching pain wrack his body, his mind.Â
You meet his side, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him softly. âLogan,â you say, your voice louder, stronger this time. âYou need to wake up.â But he doesnât. He groans, his brows furrowed, sweat beading his forehead.Â
âCome on,â you plead, climbing into the bed, and straddling him. You hold him down by his shoulders, stopping him from writhing. Now that youâre closer, you can see the tears streaming down his cheeks, can see the agony etched into the lines of his face. âLogan!â You yell. âYou gotta wakeââ
His eyes fly open, and you feel cold metal pierce your leg. Your jaw drops as pain stings sharply in your thigh. âOh fuck,â Logan curses, sitting up and retracting his claws. Tears brim in the corners of your eyes as the pain worsens. âShit!â He cries out, grabbing at your thigh, blood spilling into his fingers.Â
You close your eyes as your powers take hold. Your skin slowly stitches up, putting yourself together again. You groan, and Logan wraps his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. âIâm so sorry,â he mumbles into the side of your head, pressing soft, gentle kisses there. âI love you, Iâm so sorry sweetheart.â
What did he just say?
âW-what?â You ask, the pain fading away as those three words echo in your mind.Â
Loganâs breathing only quickens as he realizes what he said. âA-are you okay?â He asks, ignoring your question.Â
You nod. âItâs already gone,â you whisper, nodding to your thigh. âBut what did you justââ
âI love you,â he interrupts, saying it again. You pull back a bit to look at him. You can see the seriousness in his eyes, the adoration, the honesty. âI love you.âÂ
You bite your lip, your eyes widening as you process what this means. Logan loves you. Itâs everything you ever wanted. Everything you could have asked for. It just makes sense.
âI love you too,â you confess, choking on your words. âI was so worried. I didnât know when youâd come back, or if youâd come back at all. I saw your door closed, and I just had to see you. I needed to know that you were okay, that you came home.â
He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes closing. âBefore I left,â he pauses, his Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. âI was going to tell you why I didnât want to work together.â His eyes open again. âI was scared to get close to you,â he explains. âI knew I wanted you the second I saw you. Knew I had to have you. Iâve never felt that way before. You opened something inside me that I thought I didnât have. Turns out it was just locked, waiting around for you.â
âLogan,â you breathe, his lips just inches from yours. âI wanted you too. Wanted you this whole time.â You need him to kiss youâto take you right here and now. âI thought you didnât like me,â you admit, giggling softly.Â
He shakes his head, smirking. âI liked you too much,â he rasps. âDidnât know what to do about it. You were driving me crazy, sweetheart.â You can feel his erection straining in his boxers, and you canât help but grind down on him, your core rocking against his cock. âFuck,â he groans, gripping your hips. âSlow down, pretty girl. Are you sure youâre okay?â
You nod emphatically. âAlready healed,â you assure him. âJust need you, Lo.â
âNeed you too, sweetheart,â Logan groans, rolling your hips against his, tugging you down his length. âCan feel you soaking through those panties already,â he grunts. And heâs right. The heat pooling between your legs is uncontrollable.Â
You groan as your clit drags across his erection. âF-fuck,â you stutter, his fingers digging into your hips. You bring your hands to the waistband of his boxers, tugging at them. But before you can get anywhere, Logan is flipping you onto your back and crawling down your body.Â
âNext time, sweetheart,â he coos, hiking your shirt up and smirking when he sees you arenât wearing a bra. He palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples before sliding down further. âWanna take care of you this first time.â
Your heart flutters in your chest at his words. You can see the hunger in his eyes as he kisses down your stomach, going past the hem of your panties, stopping at your clit. He takes a deep breath. âCan smell that pretty pussy. Know she needs me, darlinâ.âÂ
He hooks his fingers into your waistband, and tugs the thin lace down your legs, revealing your aching cunt to him. He settles between your thighs, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your clit.Â
âL-Lo,â you choke. âPlease.â
He smiles against you, breathing you in again. âPlease what, princess?â He asks, looking up at you under hooded eyes. âTell me what you need.â
âYou,â you beg. âNeed you. Always gonna need you.âÂ
His smile meets his eyes as he licks a long stripe through your folds, his tongue pushing through your entrance, tasting you, savoring you. He hums against you, the vibration of his voice rocking your core. âTastes so good,â he mumbles, licking another long stripe. âPerfect pussy. Knew youâd be this sweet.â
You watch as he laps at you, drinking you in. Loganâs tongue finds your clit, drawing tight circles into the bud. âF-feels so good,â you stutter.Â
âI know, beautifulâ He soothes, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, drawing closer to your heat. âYou look so pretty when you let me eat you out,â he praises, his fingers prodding your entrance. âYou want more?â He teases, slipping just past your slit and quickly pulling out.Â
âYes,â you whimper, pleasure coursing through your veins. âNeed your fingers, Lo. Please.â
He wastes no timeâsuddenly thrusting inside you, his long, thick fingers splitting you in two. Your walls flutter around him, sucking him in, taking him deeper. âSo tight,â he coos, pulling out and sliding back in. âSo fucking wet.â
Logan wraps his lips around your clit, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks, hard. He releases, his teeth grazing the bud lightly. Your walls clench around his fingers at the sensation. âFuck,â Logan curses, smirking against you. âYou like that?â He teases. âLike when Iâm rough with you?â His tongue flits out, lapping flat strokes across your clit.Â
You moan a soft Yes in affirmation, your back arching off the mattress. Youâre already close, ready to let go. But Logan isnât letting up, his fingers slamming into you, taking your clit back into his mouth and sucking harder, rougher this time. He swirls soothing circles into the bud, pushing you to the edge.Â
âLogan,â you whine, your hips squirming as he drags his tongue harder against your heat. âIâm so close.âÂ
Your muscles contract and release around his fingers as he hits that sweet spot inside you, pump after pump. âI know, pretty girl,â He soothes, his free hand wrapping around your hip and holding you down to the mattress. âLook at you,â he praises between harsh sucks. âSo beautiful like this.â His tongue circles your overstimulated clit. âAlready fucked out, arenât you?âÂ
âYes,â you mutter, your hips squirming helplessly against his grip. Itâs all too much, his hushed whispers, his praises, the way his tongue flits against you, his deep thrusts dragging along your walls. âLogan, Iâm gonnaâŠâÂ
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â Logan coaches, his tongue still lapping at you ravenously. Heâs starving, unwilling to stop. He needs more. âShould keep you in my bed so I can taste you whenever I want.â He grunts against you. âWant you to come on my fingers, darlinâ. Wanna taste it. Let go.â
Itâs all blazing, white-hot heat, raging through your body, searing your skin. Your eyes stay trained on Logan as he works you through your orgasmâravaging you, lapping up every last drop of your release. His fingers pump in and out, slowly, before he pulls out completely. But his face stays buried against your cunt, his tongue pushing through your folds.Â
âLogan,â you whine, lacing your fingers through his hair. âNeed you up here.âÂ
He looks up from your heat and licks one more long stripe before climbing up your body. He tugs his boxers down his legs, his eyes not leaving yours. His cock springs free, bumping against his stomach.Â
Logan settles on top of you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand wraps around the base of his cock. You instinctually spread your legs, as if itâs second nature, as if youâve been here before. âSuch a good girl,â Logan praises, sliding his tip through your folds. âAll spread open for me.â His cock nudges against your clit and slides back down. âYou need me, sweetheart?â
âYes,â you choke. âMore than you canââ
And then heâs plunging inside you, bottoming out with just one thrust. âFuck!â You cry out. He stays inside, unmoving, letting you adjust to the size of him.Â
He presses his forehead to yours. âYou okay?â He asks. His cock throbs, pushing against your walls, searching for more. His hand slips between your bodies and finds your clit.Â
âY-yes,â You stutter, sighing in relief as his fingertips draw gentle strokes into the bud. âS-so big.â
âI know,â Logan soothes, sliding out only to shove himself back in, down to the hit. Your back arches off the mattress, your chest coming flush with his. âGonna work you open.â His voice is gentle, calm. âIâve got you. Relax for me, sweetheart.âÂ
Logan pulls out and thrusts in again, his lips swallowing your moans with a kiss. His fingers swirl around your clit as pleasure pulses through your every nerve ending. âFeels so good,â you murmur as he picks up his pace, his hips rolling against yours.Â
He grunts. âSo perfect,â he praises. âFucking made for me.â He pumps in and out of you harder, faster now, letting himself go. He pinches your clit, rolling the bud under his fingertips. âNever gonna want anyone but you, you know that?â He twitches inside you, and your walls flutter around him.Â
You curse under your breath. âYes,â you cry out. âOnly gonna want you, Lo. Only you.â
âDoing so good for me,â he husks between hard thrusts. âTaking me so well.â His hips snap against yours, his fingers circling your clit rapidly, adding more pressure. His lips find yours again, biting, kissing you bruisingly, fitting against you like a puzzle piece.Â
Your chests heave together, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing against the walls of the room. âYouâre so perfect,â he whispers, his lips suddenly at the shell of your ear. He bites down on your pulse point, his tongue flitting out to lick the pain away. âSo fucking beautiful.âÂ
Your walls contract around him, squeezing him as he sinks deeper inside you, hitting exactly where you need him most. Youâre so close, ready to come undone. âFuck, Logan,â you whine as he pounds into you. âIâm gonnaââ
âMe too, pretty girl,â he rasps, twitching inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close as he plunges deeper. He lifts his head from the crook of your neck and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. âDonât wanna stop. Donât wannaâŠâ He trails off, his cock throbbing inside you again. You know he canât hold back.
You tighten your legs around his waist. âDonât stop,â you beg. âStay inside.âÂ
He groans, his forehead pressing to yours. âYou want me to fill you up, sweetheart? That what youâre asking for?â
âY-yes,â you stammer, his fingers pinching your clit and stroking relentlessly. âPlease,â you choke, begging, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes.Â
âFuck,â he curses. âWanna feel you come on my cock, sweetheart. Wanna make you mine.âÂ
âAlready yours,â you whisper, your muscles contracting around his length again, your legs trembling as stars flood your vision. Logan moans your name, and you can feel him spilling inside you. You come together, your orgasm crashing into you, more intense, more powerful than the last.Â
âLove you so much,â he whispers as he finishes, painting your walls.Â
âLove you too, Lo,â you say back, your heart beating out of your chest as you come down from your high.Â
His fingers drag against your clit, swiping gently before running up your body, slipping under your back, and pulling you into his chest. His hips are still, his cock unmoving inside you. He finally pulls out, and rolls off you, taking you with him. He tugs you into his chest, holding you tightly.
âAre you okay?â He asks softly. âNeed anything?â
âJ-just you,â you stammer. His fingertips trace patterns along your back, soothing and gentle.Â
âLet me clean you up, sweetheart,â Logan whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and moving to sit up. But you stop him, wrapping your arms around his torso and holding him down. He smirks, letting you pull him back. âIâm just gonna grab a towel, yeah? Wanna take care of you. Iâll come right back.â
You nod, letting him go. He slips out of the bed, strides over to his bathroom, and grabs a towel from inside without turning a light on. Within ten seconds heâs back in bed, just like he said he would be.Â
Logan brings the towel between your legs and wipes you clean. His touch is gentle, soothing, careful not to be too rough. Once heâs done, he throws the towel to the floor and reaches over to his nightstand. When he turns back to you, he has a glass of water in his hand. He extends the glass out, bringing it to your lips. The water feels cool as it slides down your throat. You drain the glass, and Logan smiles as he pulls it from your lips.Â
He places the cup back down on the nightstand and pulls you into his arms again. You bury your head into the center of his chest, listening carefully to his heartbeat. Itâs even, steady, constant. Just like him.Â
âNever felt like this before,â he whispers into the silent darkness of the room.Â
âLike what?â You mumble, your voice muffled against his chest.Â
You can hear the smile in his voice as the words leave his lips. âHappy. Safe.â
Tearsâhappy tearsâfree themselves from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks.Â
âCanât let go of you,â he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple. âDonât wanna go back to before.â
âYou donât have to, Lo,â you pant. âIâm yours. Always.â And you know you mean it. You know itâs true. Itâs already been decided, already played out. Already etched into the future.Â
Are you two married? Claire had asked.Â
Heâll always come back to you. All I see is happiness, She had promised.
And she was right.Â
âI love you,â Logan husks.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
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sounds like sweet talk to my ears (spencer reid/fem!reader)
Title: Sounds Like Sweet Talk to My Ears
Request: kinda, it was already written but someone asked for it to be posted
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: smut, fluff (18+ CONTENT!)
Content Warning:Â age gap between two consenting adults (Reader is 22. So itâs 15 years), swearing, sexual content (fingering, bathtub sex (?), groping, penetrative sex/creampie, hand kink), falling in love with a sugar daddy, mildly ooc spencer, light drinking, Sugar daddy!Spencer, sugar daddy relationship, mentions of under-aged drinking (in the past)
Word Count: 4,507
Summary: Reader and Spencer go on vacation where their relationship develops.
A/N: few things, this authors note might be a little long. And im sorry for that. This was written for a full length fic with mgg as the person. But i have heavily edited it to be for spencer instead. So if there are any weird things, or spencer being way out of character, that is why. Like i said this was originally going to be a full length fic (this was previously written!!), but i have since stopped writing it, i think i have one other part that is right after this, so if this part goes good, iâll probably post the next part. secondly, this was also written for a friend of mine, who is 22, that is why the age gap is so big between reader and spencer. It was also written an original character, but i tried my best to make it be reader insert friendly (lots of petnames and nicknames)...  someone on my nsfw blog (@reidsprincessâ ) asked about this, bc i found this gif that reminded me of this particular fic. Anyways⊠thanks for the love! Check out my masterlist!Â
~*~* THIS DOES CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT!! *~*~
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âThis place is beautiful,â I gasped once we were both in the small beach bungalow room. It was more grandiose than the last place we stayed in. The whole place was cozy and comfortable. This was a place I was never expected to be in...
 The front door was connected to the living room, it was a comfortable room, two loveseats, and two armchairs. A flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall across from the furniture. And the kitchen was attached to the living room, separating the two with a breakfast bar and stools. The kitchen itself was better than the kitchen in my apartment. I was jealous of the owner of this home. Flowers and lit candles sat on every open surface.
The kitchen had a set of sliding glass doors, which opened up onto a patio. And that held outdoor furniture, and table and chairs set. Something told me it also housed a jacuzzi, and I was more than excited to utilize that later. The bedroom and bathroom were tuck elsewhere, but I had a feeling that it was as beautiful as the rest of the home.
The house sat on the beach. The sand was pure white and the water was perfectly blue. I couldnât wait to run and play in the sand. As childish as that sounds⊠Iâve never been to the beach, so this is all new to me.
âSpencer,â I looked behind my shoulder and at him. He looked down at me with a smile as he set the luggage down on the ground beside him.
âHow about,â Spencer pressed his lips to my ear and whispered. His fingers danced across my bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shuddered and smiled softly. âI go run us a bath, while you order food? Dinner with dessert? Champagne?â he offered, dropping his hand to the hem of my shirt. I chuckled lightly and pushed his hand off me.Â
âThatâs your idea of a perfect evening?â I asked, turning around to face him. âDinner and a bath?â I chuckled lightly. He was looking down at me; the smile on his lips told me everything I needed to know. That he needed me right now more than I needed him. Although, I donât think itâs possible for him to need me more than I needed him.
âAny evening with you is a perfect evening,â he whispered, lifting his hand to rest on my cheek. His hand fell down the side of my cheek and rested under my jaw, his thumb rested on the apple of my chin. I grinned as the familiar feeling of butterflies grew in my tummy.Â
âOh you be quiet,â I whispered as I lifted my arms to wrap around his neck. He hummed before pressing a kiss to my lips. I hummed, pulling him down more so we were more so eye level. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me so I was close to his body. I breathed out a laugh through my nose. After a second, he pulled away from me and kept his eyes on me. âI guess youâre in luck then,â I smiled, placing my hands on his cheeks.
âHow so?â he whispered, pressing his face into my hands. I smiled and went onto my toes.
âBecause our perfect evenings sound very similar,â I whispered and pecked his lips, âEvery evening with you is perfect,â I smiled before walking away from him.
âWhat⊠What are you doing, Sunshine?â Spencer asked in a complaining tone as I walked towards the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder at him as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
âDinner?â I waved my phone in the air, âWhat do you want?â I looked back at my phone and smiled.
âWhatever you want will be fine,â he came back up to me and kissed me again before going towards the bathroom, âBubbles?â he called before stepping into the bathroom. I laughed as I pressed my phone to my ear.
âYou know me so well, Spence!â I smiled and sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. I looked around the kitchen and living room, taking in the beautiful decor. I wonder how he knew about this place...
I quickly ordered food before finding my way to the bathroom. And, the bathroom was just as impressive as the rest of the house. One wall was just a window that faced the beach. And a large white bathtub sat in front of the window. A shower was tucked in the wall, just so it was out of the way, but even that was beautiful. And of course, it had a toilet and sink.Â
âDo you⊠Live here?â I asked, watching as Spencer was filling the tub. âOr like⊠Do you own this house? I mean⊠This is just. This is a beautiful house,â I leaned against the counter and looked at him. He stood up from the tub and looked at me.Â
âSometimesâŠâ he paused as he looked around the bathroom. Sometimes? How do you sometimes live somewhere? âOn the very rare occasion, when I have time off⊠I take my mother down here for a week. She loves the beach and the ocean and the sand in her toes,â he smiled as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt down. Okay, I guess that makes sense. âYou order dinner?â he asked, resting his hands on the counter beside me. I looked up at him and nodded.
âYeah, yeah, dinnerâs ordered and on its way here,â I nodded and rested a hand on his chest. He quirked an eyebrow and smiled softly.
âWhatâd you order?â he rested his hands on my waist. I smiled and cocked my head to the side, allowing his hands to wander up my sides. Â
âIâm sorry, itâs a surprise. I donât want to tell you,â I smiled at him. Spencer wrinkled his nose before kissing my forehead. I let out a breath of air and shrugged. âYouâll find out in 20 minutes. You should save some space in the bath for hot water,â I poked his nose before sneaking away from his arms. He grasped my wrists and pulled me back so I was in front of him.
âWhere are you going?â he asked, looking down at me. I flashed my brightest smile and shrugged.
âChampagne,â I batted my eyelashes. Spencer laughed and nodded. âYou still want a glass or do you want to get in the bath now?â I offered as I walked back towards the kitchen.Â
âAs always,â Spencer followed behind me. âIâll grab a bottle, you get the glasses?â he asked, going towards a mini wine cooler. I nodded and opened a cabinet. I opened a few before finally pulling out two glasses.
âIf this is your motherâs place, why arenât there any photos of your family?â I asked, leaning on the counter as I sipped my beverage. Spencer turned and looked at me, leaning across from me on the counter.
âWe rent it out on season.â He replied, looking down at his glass. I nodded.
âWhat does that mean?â I asked, feeling mildly stupid. He looked at me with a smile. âSorry. But you gotta remember that Iâm an elementary school teacherâs assistant⊠Who's poor. I have an apartment that I can barely afford⊠Not two houses, one of which I rent out.â I pointed out. Spencer laughed and nodded. âOr did you think I was just sleeping with you for fun,â I leaned over the counter to kiss his lips.Â
âHurt,â he placed his hand on his chest in a mockery of hurt. I smiled at him and cocked my head. He looked back at me with a small smile on his lips. âBasically, when weâre not here, we rent it out⊠But we donât have too many people staying here,â he chuckled before sipping his drink. âAs for sleeping with me just for fun? I didnât know it was just for fun,â he pouted. I smiled and shrugged.Â
âCanât forget about that paycheck too,â I smiled at him and winked. Spencer looked at me with raised eyebrows, causing me to laugh. âAnd, I think the fun is just an added bonus featureâŠâ I laughed, throwing my head back. âI thought what we were was just money and sex? Nothing more,â I whispered, leaning on the counter. Spencer looked at me and shrugged.
âIt could be more than that,â he smiled. I lowered my glass to the countertop and stared at him. I could feel my lips trying to pull into a smile, but the longer I stared at him, the more I wished this wasnât a dream. Because thatâs all it felt like when I was with him. A dream.
âSurely⊠You canât be serious, Spencer,â I whispered, finally looking away from him. Spencer lifted his hand and rested it on my cheek, carefully turning my head back to look at him.
âIâve never been serious like this before, Sunshine. And, please, donât call me Shirley,â he whispered, poking my nose. I smiled and leaned over the counter again, kissing his lips.Â
âOnly if youâre serious, Spencer. I understand youâre a busy man yourself, with all that saving people with the FBI,â I whispered. He nodded, keeping his hand on my face. I wasnât exactly sure if he was being serious, mostly because heâs a bit older than me and most people my age (and his age) donât take such a big age gap.
A knock on the door caused us both to look that direction. I looked back at him and smiled. âOh no. Whatâd you order?â He asked, watching me bounce towards the front door. I pulled the door open and met the delivery man with a smile.
âThank you very much,â I smiled and took the food and pressed the door shut. âI got pizza because I really wanted pepperoni pizza,â I looked at him as I held the box up. Spencer laughed and nodded as he grabbed the two champagne glasses and bottle.
âIâm okay with having pizza,â he smiled before taking the lead back to the bathroom. I held the box in a tight grip as I followed behind him. âAlthough, I never pictured pizza to be a fancy dinner before a bath,â he looked over at me with a quirked eyebrow. I laughed before I sat on the ground.
âI mean, you are the one who put me in charge of ordering dinner,â I looked at him, watching as he sat on the ground across from me. He sat against the cabinets of the sink counter. I shoved his food towards him and smiled. âIt just shows we have two different tastes. I mean, remember the first night we met. You ordered room service for steak and chicken alfredo,â I pointed out as I pulled my food out of the bag. âIâm a simple woman. I like pepperoni pizza,â I smiled at him.
âI think Iâll put you in charge of ordering food more often,â Spencer smiled at me as he went for a slice of pizza.Â
âI think thatâs a good idea,â I grinned. âIâll be sure to eat quick. Iâve never been so ready for a bath in my entire life,â I spoke as I moved to sit closer to him.Â
âTake your time. We have all the time in the world, Princess,â he smiled as he sipped his champagne. I felt my face warm up a bit as I looked away from him. Something about the petname he has for me just gets me going, and I love it. He definitely knew that too, that I loved the petname of Princess.Â
âGlad to know that,â I giggled as I looked at my mostly-empty glass.Â
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âMore champagne, Princess?â Spencerâs voice was low as he held up the bottle that was now mostly empty. I lolled my head back onto his shoulder and rested my elbows on his knees (I was sitting between his legs in the bath) and held up my glass.Â
âI would love more,â I whispered, watching him pour too much into my glass. I hummed happily, telling him it was enough. He placed the bottle back on the stool and wrapped both arms back around my body. The bathwater was warm and matched with how much booze I was drinking, I knew I was beyond intoxicated. Iâm sure Spencerâs presence only fueled that feeling. No, it 100% added to that feeling. I knew that. And, he knew that. He knew he had a way with me that no other man would have, or ever have even.
âYou should pace yourself, Princess,â Spencer whispered, pressing his lips to my shoulder. I giggled before sipping my drink, telling him I shouldnât. His breath of air fanned over my skin as he began pressing kisses to my neck.Â
âYou, Spencer, should stop giving me alcohol,â I looked up at him as best I could. He smiled and kissed me again. âBesides... youâve had just as much... as me,â I spoke through tiny hiccups. Spencer chuckled and rubbed my shoulders before pressing his lips back to them. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the unknown tension slipped away. Damn his touch.
âOkay, thatâs fair,â he murmured into my skin. "However, I've been drinking for sixteen years. You, Sunshine, are only 22 and have only been drinking a year,â he stated like I would follow the rules. I held back the cackle that so desperately wanted to escape my lips. Me? Follow the rules?? Never ever⊠This should be a fun thing to tell him.
"True⊠But I have been drinking since I was 18," I smiled and nodded. I sipped my champagne as I rested my head back on his chest. Spencer made a sound of disapproval which only made me laugh. Oh yeah, thatâs right⊠Under aged drinking is illegal⊠and he is an FBI agent... âOkay, since when have you known me to follow the rules? Iâm dating a man 15 years older than me,â I pointed out.Â
"Oh, you naughty girl." Spencer playfully scolded me. I pouted before humming again.
âYes, but Iâm your naughty girl,â I laughed, arching my back a little bit. I felt his hand travel from my stomach and to my thighs. I hummed as I got a little more comfortable for what he was about to do. âStarting early,â I teased. Spencer let out a breathy laugh. He gently pressed his lips to my throat, right on my pulse point. I gasped lightly as he parted his lips and sucked a spot on my neck. I held my glass just outside of the tub.Â
âIâd rather have champagne in the bath than champagne and glass on the floor,â he kept his voice low as he pulled my hand back over the bath. I laughed and shook my head. âIs this okay,â he asked as his other hand traveled a bit more upwards, towards me.
âItâs always okay,â I whispered, taking a deep breath of air. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, I wouldnât be surprised if Spencer could feel and hear it.Â
âLet me take this,â he spoke, taking my glass from my hands. I let out a sound of protest as he took my glass and pressed my head into his chest. He chuckled as he placed the glass on the stool beside the empty bottle. âYou can have it back,â he spoke in a mocking tone. I pouted and dropped my head to my shoulder. âIn a minute,â he added, his tone becoming a little bit more smug. I rolled my eyes and let out a huff of air.
âFine,â I whispered. Spencer chuckled again and placed his hand back on my thigh. I hummed happily and looked up at him. âDo you have to be such a tease all the time?â I pouted at him. He smiled and shrugged before dragging his hand closer to my center.Â
âCould be more than a tease,â he replied in a whisper. I rolled my eyes and let out a deep breath of air. I carefully lifted my foot out of the water and rested it on the ledge of the tub. âOh no, youâre gonna get water all over the floor,â he scolded.
âOh no,â It was my turn to mock him. I smiled as I waved my foot in the air. Spencer hummed before pressing his lips to the side of my head. âA little bit of wet never killed anyone,â I snickered. Except, that snicker became a gasp when he pushed a finger past my folds. My eyes fluttered shut as my jaw stayed slack open. I pressed my back into his chest, feeling his arousal on my lower back. I nearly slipped under the water if Spencer hadnât had his other arm around my waist, holding me safely against his body.
âCalm down there, Princess,â Spencer laughed as he held me up. I glared over my shoulder at him. âDonât need you slipping under the water. I think youâre wet enough,â he added as his finger slowly circled my clit. My hands gripped the side of the tub and then moved to rest on his knees.Â
âI fucking hate you,â I muttered but moaned towards the end of my statement. Spencer laughed as he pressed his lips to the side of my head. His other arm was pressed against my chest, keeping me still as I wiggled and writhed under his touch. A breathy moan fell from my lips as he picked up his pace. Â
âNo, I donât think you do,â he whispered, keeping his lips close to my ear. My eyes fluttered shut as I dropped my head to the side. Spencer took this as his chance to press kisses across the space behind my ear, causing me to gasp lightly. Spencer hummed, pleased with how I was reacting to any sort of his touches.Â
I lifted both my hands and gripped his arm as he slowly eased a finger into my center. I pressed my nails so hard into his arm, I wouldnât be surprised if come morning heâd have crescent-shaped bruises there.
A man like Spencer who has hands as beautiful as his, he clearly knows what heâs doing. Itâd be a sin if he didnât. A loss for all of womankind. I guess thatâs why Iâm so pleased that itâs me under his hands right now and not a different girl. I quite literally love his hands, and the way he can just work his magic with his fingers, getting me going in a matter of minutes. He wasnât lying when he said he was a magician.Â
âYou alright, Princess,â he asked, keeping his tone low as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me, curling them just right. I hope the gasp I gave was a good response because I donât think I knew words right now. My brain was getting fuzzy, and my belly was starting to grow tense. Like a coil deep within me was about to break.Â
âSâclose,â I mustered out. I swallowed roughly as he began rubbing my clit with the heel of his palm. My whimpers, gasps, and moans werenât evenly timid as he picked up the pace, finally pushing me over the edge.Â
I was a mess. Thereâs no other way of putting it. But, Iâm always a mess when Iâm with him.Â
Spencer slowly withdrew his hand from between my legs and placed it over top of his other arm, embracing me like his life depended on it. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing. A giggle fell from my lips as I threw my head back against his chest. Spencer hummed as he looked down at me.
âI love your fucking hands,â I turned my head and looked at him. Spencer smiled at me and laughed before pulling his hands off me to look at them. I took one of them in my own and looked at it, entranced by his veins and freckles peppered over the backside. It felt right for his hand to be in mine.
âThank you⊠I guess. I think thatâs a compliment,â he mused as he placed his arms back over my chest and kissed my cheek. âYou good?â he asked, his thumbs rubbing my shoulders.
âYeah, Iâm gonna go dry off and get water. Better see you in the bedroom.â I smiled at him. He pressed another kiss to my face before allowing me to get out.Â
âAs you wish, Princess,â he smiled at me as I grabbed a towel. His eyes lingered on me for a moment as I wrapped the towel around my body. âIâll be right behind you,â he added as I grabbed our glasses and empty champagne bottle.Â
I smiled at him as I left the bathroom, making my way across towards the kitchen. True to my word, I got a glass of water and drank half of it in one sip. I grabbed a second glass and retreated back towards the bedroom.Â
Spencer wasnât finished in the bathroom, I could still hear him splashing around in the water. I grinned and shook my head as I stepped into the bedroom. I placed the two glasses on the nightstand. I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to finish.Â
Not even two minutes later, Spencer entered the room, towel around his waist. I stared at him, my eyes lingering on his shoulders, down his arms to his hands, before flicking to gaze upon his belly and torso. I felt my lips twitch as I stood, leaving my towel behind. He smiled as I basically sprinted up to him.
I placed an open mouth kiss over his lips, putting my arms around his neck to pull him down to my height. I could feel his grin against my lips as our noses smooshed together. His arms wrapped around my waist as he brought us to the bed.Â
âYouâre so eager, Princess,â he muttered against my lips. I hummed as I threaded my fingers through his hair. That action elicited a moan from his lips, making me smile. He gently pushed me against the bed, standing at the foot as I got myself to lie at the pillows. The way he looked at me told me he was pleased with how the night was going to end. And honestly, I understood.Â
He dropped his towel from his hips, letting it fall to the floor, before kneeling on the bed. I took a deep breath as I stared at him, keeping my eyes on my face. I knew if they wandered any further, Iâd become a puddle right there. Well, more of a puddle than I already was.
Spencer smiled at me as his fingers ghosted my legs. He gently placed a kiss on different parts of my body as he made his way up to my face. The bliss I felt was unexplainable as he grasped one of my hands and kissed my lips.Â
He looked down at me, a small smile on his lips. My chest heaved as my breathing picked up once again. The kisses he pressed to the swells of my breasts made me feel like I was floating. That, or it was the softness of the mattress and bedding beneath us.Â
âYou ready for me, Princess?â he asked, pressing a knee between my legs, separating them so he could fit comfortably between them. I licked my lips and nodded, keeping my eyes on his. His nose twitched as a smile grew on his lips. He brought a hand to rest on my cheek. âI need to hear you say it,â he leaned close to my ear and whispered.Â
âYeah, yes⊠Iâm always ready,â I swallowed roughly and nodded. Spencer pulled his hand from my face and moved it to my hip. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close to me. He smiled and kissed my lips, a simple distraction as he pressed his cock into me. The breath in my lungs was knocked from me, causing me to loud gasp. Spencer smiled against my lips.Â
âYou feel so good, Princess,â he groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. It took a minute for either of us to move, adjusting to the feeling of each other. âReady,â he asked, moving to place his forehead on mine. I swallowed and nodded, bringing my hands to rest on his cheeks.Â
A smile twitched on his lips as he slowly started to move his hips. At first, it was an unsure rhythm but slowly grew in a slow and meaningful pace. His hands roamed my body before wrapping around my torso and holding me close.Â
âFaster,â I panted, pulling my hands from his face and knotting them in his hair, again. He nodded, picking his pace. A familiar feeling in my belly, the coil winding, returned. The groans that fell from Spencerâs lips pushed me closer.Â
âYouâre doing so good, Princess,â his voice was low and rough as he spoke.Â
I pulled a hand away from his head and brought it between our bodies. I began rubbing my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. Spencerâs thrusting grew more erratic.
âCome with me, please,â I whimpered, keeping my arm around him. He nodded and groaned as I clenched around him. After a moment, we both became a mess. Moans and gasps of each otherâs names filled the silent bedroom.Â
Spencer stayed put above me for a minute, his arms around my body and holding me close. We took our time coming down from our shared high. A whimper escaped my lips as he pulled out from me and collapsed on the bed beside me.
âI got you water,â I panted, vaguely gesturing towards the two glasses of water on the nightstand. Spencer chuckled as he reached for a glass. I watched as he drank the water, his adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed. I smiled at him, keeping my eyes on him. I knew I should look away, but I couldnât. âYouâre right, I donât hate you,â I swallowed roughly and shook my head.
âI know Iâm right,â he looked down at me with a smile. I rolled my eyes and watched him get off the bed. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up. âIâm always right, Princess,â he looked over his shoulder and at me. I smiled and nodded as I got off the bed.Â
âSo much for taking a bath,â I rolled my eyes as I felt our mixture roll down my legs. âIâm gonna shower,â I smiled at him as I walked towards him. He pecked my lips and nodded.Â
âDonât have too much fun without me,â he poked my sides as I grabbed for my towel. I squealed and shook my head.Â
âWouldnât dream of it,â I smiled at him.
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