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PART TWO IS FINALLY HERE!!

Summary: after 2 weeks of not talking, and having high sexual tension you finally… sort it out.

Warnings: smut/ explicit content, oral sex (f and m recieving), mild exhibition, jealousy/ possessive behaviour, strong language, argument, very mild injury, murder/ crime reference (normal criminal minds stuff), workplace tension, non established relationship.

It had been 2 weeks since yours and Spencer’s prior interaction, you two hadn’t said a thing about it to each other, accepting the thought that it would most likely never happen again, even if you did want it to.

Whenever you two were alone or even in the presence of the other the air was practically crackling with tension and underlying attraction.

So now the two of you were here- in the conference room- surrounded by a table filled with bloody crime scene photos. This case was a hard one. Obviously all of the cases you worked were hard, you captured, kidnapper’s, murderers and pedophiles for a living but every once in a while there was a case like this. A case that genuinely made you sick to your stomach.

The team had managed to come up with a solid plan to lure him in, they knew how dangerous it would be to just arrive at his house, he wouldn’t go without a fight, so the plan was to lure him in. For you to lure him in.

Spencer wasn’t happy with this as expected, though he tried to put up a facade, one that showed him to not care, not even in the slightest. But underneath the mask of calm, he felt worry bubbling inside him, praying that you’d be okay.

Now here you were, in a changing room at the police station in a short black dress. You had a fair share of cleavage showing and the dress accentuated your curves, meeting the unsubs preferences.

You try to still your nerves as you walk into the building, immediately spotting the unsub sitting at the bar. You let out a breath and walk up to him sitting next to him and asking for a drink from the bartender, leaning over just enough so if the unsub was looking your way he would be able to see a peak of cleavage.

Spencer was sitting at another table sipping his drink, he found himself feeling a mix of emotions he had rarely ever felt, at least not in this way. Maybe it was jealousy… lust… or perhaps annoyance…? He was the one who had ended their passionate encounter before… so why was he still feeling these emotions… if not more than he had previously.

You order your drink then lean back on the stool slightly straightening up.

“You don’t strike me as the cocktail type…” the man beside you says. You look up at him as you hear the sound of his voice. In all honesty you weren’t, you rarely drank and if you did you wouldn’t have picked a daiquiri.

“But I guess it makes sense.” He speaks up, his southern accent clear. You furrow your brows and tilt your head ever so slightly gesturing for him to go on.

“Pretty… sugary on the outside… no real bite underneath.” He gives you a smile that sends chills down your spine, though you force a smile.

“Who said I had no bite…?” You ask with a small grin trying to act playful to hide your nerves.

He laughs, a menacing sound that makes your stomach churn, he leans in closer and was about to whisper something in your ear before he was interrupted by Spencer.

He had obviously not liked how close the unsub had got to you so he decided to pull the plug on the undercover now, before he should have done.

“FBI!! You’re under arrest.” The curly haired doctor yells at the man’s, his eyes cold.

The unsubs eyes widen and he pushes past you and runs out for his life, literally.

You connect with the floor, a small groan in pain leaving your lips. You watch as Spencer darts past you, gun in hand.

You were furious, beyond a little mad. He had almost fucked up the whole entire mission. He had endangered many people’s lives in that bar, all because he couldn’t handle the unsub within a few feet of you.

He had managed to catch the unsub thankfully and no one else was particularly hurt, But you were still pissed, he always did this and you thought that the talk and well… other things that happened the other week had sorted this issue out but it hadn’t, not even in the slightest.

You were now in the lobby of the hotel you were staying at, waiting for him to arrive so you could try once again to have a talk with him.

He walks through the doors, his hair slightly disheveled and his tie wonky. His shirt was untucked for once and he looked exhausted from the chase.

“Spencer why the fuck did you do that I had it under control… that was risky you could have got someone hurt.” You yell at him straight away. He lets out a huff and looks down at you.

“Well I didn’t.” He says his voice is blunt and mono-toned. You watch as the lighting shadows his face, his jaw clenching before he looks away.

“That’s not the fucking point!! It was my fucking mission I was doing good… you didn’t need to get involved.” You yell at him, the loudness of your voice taking the both of you slightly by surprise.

“Yeah and do you know how quickly that could have gone south…?” He replies with, his voice almost a whisper compared to yours. He steps closer craning his neck down to look down at you.

“This is what I mean, you never take me seriously!! You never fucking respect that I can do this job too. I’m a good agent reid.”

You huff and throw your arms up. “You know what…? I’m done, I'm tired so I’m going to bed”. You say before turning around and storming off to your hotel room.

Spencer knew it wouldn’t be best to talk to you now, he needed to wait for you to calm down before apologising. Though he doesn’t quite know why he feels the need to apologise. You being this angry with him just didn’t settle right with him.

You get a nock on your door an hour later, rising from the bed with a small sigh and opening the door.

“Y/n…” he says in a quiet voice. “What…?!” You snap still annoyed at him.

“I’m…” he lets out a huff. “I’m sorry.” He finally says his lips pressed into a straight line, doing exactly the thing he was usually too stubborn to do, apologise.

You look up at him and fold your arms over your chest, trying to keep some barrier between the two of you, even though your body is buzzing with adrenaline and something else… something more lustful?

“I didn’t interfere with your job because I didn’t think you were capable… I know you’re more than capable… it’s just seeing him that close to you… a mass murderer… and knowing that you were his planned next target…” you cut him off mid sentence.

“you were jealous…” you say letting out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

His jaw visibly clenches, clearly embarrassed by how easy it is for him to get jealous over you.

“Yes…” he muttered with an almost unnoticeable nod.

You let out a huff and look away, the air thick with tension after his confession.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You mutter referring to him interfering.

He gives a small nod and looks down at you, steeping closer just an inch. His hands twitch as his sides, as if he’s trying desperately not to reach out and touch you.

“You can tell me to leave if you want…” he breathed, his voice deep carrying undertones of the same thing it did weeks prior.

You don’t tell him to leave. You just stay still, looking up at him with the big eyes that make his knees feel weak. The silence consumes the two of you, it was deafening.

He interrupts the silence with a few simple words.

“Are you still mad at me…?” Was all he asked.

You reply to his words with the trueth. “I should be.” You really should have been, but something about him, something made it nearly impossible to stay mad at him.

“But… you’re not…?” He mutters, his voice borders daring as he steps closer, again.

You suck in a breath and bite down on your lip softly, a habit you had made, a habit that stirred a deep desire within him.

He steps closer, his neck dipping down so his lips ghost over yours. “No…” you mutter, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heart beat.

And with that he crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss wasn’t brutal like it had been the last time, it wasn’t purely based on sexual attraction… It was passionate, filled with as much lust as the last time, but instead this, it held undertones of gentleness that weren’t there before.

you hadn’t even registered what it was you were doing before you kissed him back with just as much pent up desire. Your tongue colliding with his as the kiss got more heated, and before you knew it he had lightly pushed you onto the bed and he was looming over you.

You pant as you catch your breath from the intense kiss, looking up at him with eyes that immediately made his dick stir in his pants.

His large hands go to rest on your hips as he leans down to kiss you again, this time rougher and more sexual. He groans into the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth further, his hands making his way up to the hem of your pajama shirt.

He pulls away from the kiss to look into your eyes as he speaks up. “Can I take your shirt off y/n…?” His voice is low with barely contained cupidity.

You should have been embarrassed by how quickly you nodded but you were too far gone too care, too consumed by the desire that dr Spencer Reid had caused you.

You didn’t have to tell him twice before his fingers worked quickly at the small buttons of the pajama top. When he had finally unbuttoned your shirt he immediately groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands immediately growing to them and his mouth latching on to your nipple.

You gasp out as you arch your back, not used to the feeling of his hands on you like this, but you hoped that one day you would. Your hands find his long messy curls as he continues to suck on one of your nipples as he kneads the other.

“Fuck…” you breath out as his mouth leaves your nipple. He drops to his knees and looks up at you through his thick brown lashes, the sight making your stomach twist with lust.

He pulls down your pajama pants and bites his lip at the sight of you in only a white thong. “Spencer…” you mutter bucking your hips, in hopes he will relieve the tension that has formed between your thighs.

He hooks his fingers around your underwear and pulls them down his eyes dark with hunger. He lets out a small groan at the sight of your glistening folds, his dick growing possibly harder at the thought that you're hard for him.

“Please…” you shamelessly beg, too horny to care, too needy to care. The only thing you cared about right now was getting the release you so greatly needed.

His mouth latches onto your clit before you could register, your back arches as you gasp out at the sensation of his lips on your intimate area. Your hands find his hair, fingers twining between his brown lochs as his tongue dances on your pussy.

He pulls back and grins when he sees the look on your face, completely lost in pleasure. “I’ve barely touched you.” He teases, his tone smug and his breath fanning out on your cunt.

You huff and stand up, deciding to tease him back. “Well let’s see how you react when I ‘barely touch you’” you speak, quoting him sarcastically.

You walk around him and push him backwards to sit in the bed before dropping to your knees in front of him. His breath hitches ever so slightly at the sight of you completely naked on your knees for him.

“Well… I’m not going to complain…” he mutters, a small grin plastered on his face, which quickly spreads to yours.

You unbuckle his belt as slowly as you possibly can with out it being obvious you were teasing him, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush your fingers over his rock hard bulge.

He lets out a soft gasp at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before he opens them not wanting to miss the sight.

Once his belt is off he can’t wait any longer and quickly unbuttons his pants and lifts his hips to pull them off, giving you a view of his boner through the dark grey boxers, which quickly find a place on the floor too.

You could tell he was big already but fuck. His dick slaps against his stomach as he frees himself, he lets out a small groan as he gauges your reaction.

“You can take it…” he mutters, stroking a hair behind your ear. You nod quickly before softly grabbing the base of his dick and pressing your lips to his tip earring a soft intake of breath from him.

He holds your hair behind your head as you start to softly suck his tip, licking the precum off. He lets out a soft grunt and lifts his hips so he enters your mouth, continuing to look at you, refusing to not.

“Look at me y/n.” He mutters. His stomach twisting in lust as you do, your big eyes meeting his own, consumed by hunger and desire.

You start to take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth as he grows louder, grows closer to the edge.

He can’t help it, he thrusts into your mouth, slowly at first making sure you were okay with it.

“Is this okay…?” He asks his voice hoarse and low, trying not to become a loud mess. You hum around him sending shockwaves of pleasure to him, making his orgasm impossibly near.

His thrust became slightly faster, though not crossing the line, no wear near it. His hand that’s not gripping at your hair rubs your cheek affectionately.

“Fuck…” he groans, seconds away from cuming. “Can I come down your throat baby…?” He asks biting down on his lip, letting go of your hair so if you want to pull away you can.

You keep him deep in your throat as his cum hits the back of it and fills your mouth, before swallowing and pulling away.

“Such a good girl…” he mutters as he leans down and presses a small kiss to your mouth.

You decide you want to keep your relationship like this, in reality you still had much more time to spend with each other, you didn’t need to rush into sex right now. You wanted to wait for it to be a special time with him, not in a cheap shitty hotel with your colleagues next door.

Guys I’m SO SORRY this took so long but I’m finally on summer break now so I thought I would finish this!! I need some new ideas for smut or fluff or angst so please help me if you have any ideas!! :)

[wh0refortwinks]

Summary: Derek sends Spencer a stripper for his birthday as a joke—what starts as innocent teasing turns into something far more heated. One lap dance later, and Spencer’s left breathless, overwhelmed, and absolutely ruined.

Warnings: embarrassment, sexual mentions, sexual scenes, grinding, virgin!spencer, premature ejaculation, slight degradation, Brief mentions towards childhood neglect (Spencer’s part.)

Spencer had Never had much experience with women whatsoever, he had never had a girlfriend, never had a real kiss and he had most definitely never had sex. Unfortunately for him, that fact was painfully fucking obvious.

So here he was, sat alone in his apartment reading a classic book, on his birthday evening. He had celebrated with his friends earlier though he wanted to get home, birthdays weren’t his thing.

Obviously he liked to know that people cared and a simple ‘happy birthday’ and maybe even a small present would bring him joy, but he hated when it was anything more than that.

Growing up, birthday celebrations barely came for him, of course he had a few times, but as soon as his dad had it was rare for him to even receive a simple ‘happy birthday’, his mothers illness made sure of that.

So of course after only being in the bau for a few years he still wasn’t used to people making this much of an effort, which they had all had understood, apart from Morgan apparently.

Spencer suddenly gets a notification from his phone and picks it up to see a message from Derek, he clicks on it and furrows his eyebrows as it reads ‘I hope you enjoy your birthday present. Which had obviously confused him as Derek hadn’t got him one… yet.

Not even five minutes later he gets a knock from the door which was rather unusual as it was now nearly 11:30 pm.

He gets up from the sofa with a small huff and opens his apartment door to find you, a young attractive woman wearing some kind of coat wrapped around your body. Spencer notices that you look roughly the same age as him, maybe a few years older.

He furrows his eyebrows and looks down at you swallowing.

“Uhh… h-hi.” Spencer says his voice cracking slighty as he tries to control his composer whilst talking to someone so beautiful.

“Hi Spencer.” You say softly biting your lip as you look up at the man before you, he was different from all of your other clients, he looked so innocent compared to the usual men you’re forced to pleasure for money.

“H-how do you kno-“ you cut him off before he can finish his sentence though it was quite clear as to what he was about to say.

“I’m your birthday present Spencer… from your friend Derek Morgan.” You watch his eyes widen and lips part slightly, clearly in disbelief but also realisation. The text from Derek had now made sense.

“Uhh… w-what kind of present exactly…?” He asks, his voice shaking slightly, almost as if he’s afraid that it will confirm his suspicions.

“My job is to pleasure you for the night…” you speak, your voice sickly sweet as you step inside of his apartment. he closes the door quickly whilst you slip the coat off your shoulders revealing what’s underneath.

“Look there’s been a massive misunderstanding….” The last word is trailed off as he turns back around, eyes wide and brows raised, he can feel desire begin to stir deep with in him as he takes in the sight before him. he rarely felt desire and lust, yet when he did, it hit him hard.

You stood before him in nothing but a lacy black thong and a matching bra. You grin wickedly as you gauge his reaction.

You grab his hand and lead him to the couch nearby, pushing him down backwards to sit on the couch. You quickly straddle his lap the same smirk playing across your features. He lets out a sharp gasp out this movement, his pupils dilated by the slightly unfamiliar feeling of pure desire.

“Can I keep going...?” You ask to make sure that he was comfortable with this as it was basic human decency. As you watch his nod your hips begin their movements, slowly at first but then they start to speed up. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and he grips the blanket besides him.

He feels the blood start to rush to his dick and tries desperately to stop the thoughts that had began to enter his mind though with your movements ontop of him it was fucking impossible.

You grin again as you feel his hard on. “Yeah…? You like that.” You ask biting down on your lip, holding back a soft sound as you continue the lap dance.

He nods, his eyes opening once again to look up at you with such need and desire.

His mind practically does a 360 as you lean down to press soft kisses against his neck as your movements grow yet again faster. A soft high pitch sound leaves his lips earning a massive grin from you.

His sounds become louder and more frequent as he feels his release start to build within him. Fuck, he felt pathetic, you had been giving him a lap dance for not even 2 minutes and he could feel himself start to near and near the edge.

He tries desperately to tell you to stop, that he was about to cum, yet his growing embarrassment and need for release prevented him from doing so, and even if he had decided he was to tell you, the only sound he could let pass his lips was a soft needy whimper and beg.

You obviously hadn’t realised, you hadn’t even been grinding down on him that hard yet because of his lack of experience he was practically a mess.

You feel his cock twitch beneath you and before you can stop or have time to comprehend what was about to happen, a warmth spreads through his pants and against your bare thighs and underwear.

You let out a small gasp and raise your brows shooting up and off him quickly, this had never happened before, not with a single one of your clients.

His face was red with embarrassment and still very obvious arousal. He swallows and looks down at his pants biting his lip. “S-sorry…” he mutters awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

You quickly grab your coat and wrap it around you, you nod and give him a just as awkward smile. “Uhh… yeah no… don’t worry.” You match his tone, eyes drifting back to his lap before looking away just as quickly.

“I-it’s just I’ve never… y’know before…” you widen your eyes, it shouldn’t have surprised you, he screamed virgin, yet it somehow did.

“Well uh… lucky for you I’m a stripper not a prostitute so I don’t sleep with my clients…” god you wanted to but you knew it would be wrong, The boy was a virgin.

He swallows and nods, his face falling ever so slightly in disappointment. “Right… uhh sorry…” he apologises again.

“I have to get going now… you’ve had me for half an hour… look if you… do want to… fuck… just text me… not as a client.” You say walking over and taking his phone, which was on a table, and entering your number.

His brows raise and he nods eagerly. You laugh slightly at that. “Right… well… sorry about… that.” You say gesturing vaguely towards his crotch. Then without another word you turn to leave.

If you want a part two for this story I’m thinking of Making one so lmk if you want it.

[wh0refortwinks]

Summary: Spencer returns from prison colder than ever and decides he hates the new addition to the team, though that hate turns into something far more passionate, far more heated.

Warnings: Explicit language / Swearing, NSFW / Smut – includes: Fingering (f receiving), Oral references, Light dom/sub dynamics, Slight degradation / praise, Dry humping / clothed arousal, Public-ish sex setting (BAU office), Possessive behavior

I know I can’t stop minors from reading this so please if you aren’t comfortable with anything listed above don’t read.

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Spencer had only recently been released from jail for a crime he did not commit. He saw the world very differently from before. The little flicker of hope that he had left for humanity- though it was already dim from everything he had witnessed-quickly vanished. Prison had changed him, and not for the better.

You had joined the bau a few weeks before Spencer had gone to jail so the two of you hadn't particularly had enough time to get to know each other and niether the one of you had Made too much effort to talk to the other.

But now Spencer had returned, and he was colder than ever, he had quickly grown a deep hatred towards you, you reminded him of the person who he used to be and it both annoyed and hurt him knowing that this job would corrupt your happiness... just as it had him.

You had a lot of hope for the world still, despite the ghastly things you had witnessed, he found it rather stupid, he knew that would get you in deep trouble, again as it did him.

You had quickly picked up on his very strong feelings towards you, not that it took a profiler, they were rather obvious in all honesty.

Whenever you would make a suggestion or a theory at the unsub, he would immediately shut it down and tell you that you were wrong as he highly doubted your profiling skills, which deeply annoyed you. After all you had been chosen for this job for a reason.

This didn't stop, at first you didn't press him on the subject and just let it slide, reminding yourself that he had just come out of jail and he was clearly not in a good state of... well anything.

Though it didn't stop, in-fact it had gotten worse and you were fed up.

You had chosen to confront him on his behaviour, though you didn't want to cause a scene especially not when you were relatively new to the bau still. So you waited until everyone had left and as you spot him leaving you jog to catch him up before he could make an exit.

"Hey Reid... can I talk to you...?" You ask looking up at him as he towers over you.

He turns around with a small huff, clearly just wanting to get home after the long case you had just solved. "What is it y/l/n?" He asks crossing his arms over his chest with another huff. The motion catches your eye and you find them flickering over to his veiny hands in the motion.

You quickly push away the intruding thoughts and swallow nervously looking up at him. "I think it's time that you stop pretending I'm the problem and you actually acknowledge that it's something else... I'm not your enemy Reid we're on the same team..." you say coolly matching the detached tone he had made a usual to use with you, but really under your words you were beyond nervous, scared of what he was to say next, you just wanted this one sided feud to come to an end.

You watch his face carefully trying to gauge his reaction. He visibly clenched his jaw and speaks up. "I have no clue what you're on about..." his voice is quiet, almost a whisper, but his tone was the opposite, it was harsh and blunt.

An involuntary huff leaves your lips as you hear this. "Stop fucking lying." You snap at him, furrowing your brows in anger, you rarely swore yet it seemed more than necessary in this moment.

"You have Been constantly belittling me since you came back... you're cold to everyone now, but me... it's like you fucking hate me." You declared your tone now borderline yelling.

You push down the prior nervousness that was bubbling in your chest and step closer looking up at him with anger fuelled eyes.

"You glare at me like I've insulted your very existence and when I open my mouth to say something you look as if you're moments away from snapping... and I tried to keep it together I really did... I tried to tell myself you're only acting out because of what happened to you in jail... but you aren't fucking stopping and..." you cut yourself off with a huff realising that you had started to ramble.

He doesn't say anything, he just looks down at you, a small almost unnoticeable flicker of guilt in his eyes, his tongue darts out to wet his lips and he breaks eye contact.

You step closer, now only a foot away from him. "So if you've got something to say... now's the time to say it." Your voice is steady though there's a tremble beneath it with anger.

When he speaks up his voice is dangerously low. "You don't have a single fucking clue what I have been through..." he growls, stepping closer to you, your bodies now almost touching. "You don't know what it's like to come back and feel like a stranger in your own skin." He drops his head lower so your faces were mere inches apart.

"And every time I fucking look at you I see the person I used to be... everything I have lost." Your eyelashes flutter against your cheek as you meet each other's gaze, the previous feeling of nervousness had quickly returned and your heart beat had increased far more than it should have been.

The look in his eyes is a dangerous mix of anger, regret and lust. Though the latter wasn't obvious to your own eyes. You don't speak up, stubbed momentarily by the truth that had fallen from his lips.

"And I see that look in your eyes... all light and pathetic fucking hope... and I want to ruin it... I want to fucking ruin you." His voice is low and rough with barely restrained desire.

Your eyes go wide and you swallow nervously, your lip finding a comfortable place between your teeth. That action alone drives him to insanity And before you can comprehend what's going on, he spins the both of you around and presses you against a wall firmly, the moment was tough enough to hurt you but your mind was now in a different place, in a place filled with need and desire.

He doesn't waste a single second before he's slamming his lips against yours in a movement purely furled by anger and greed. He's starving for something he knows he shouldn't want, shouldn't need, yet he does, and he can't seem to stop himself.

Your mouths collide in a battle for dominance, one that he quickly wins. He shoves you harder against the wall as he feels arousal begin to stir within him. He needed you... and he couldn't wait.

You pull your face away panting, trying to regain your breath. He looks down at you, his eyes hungry, the look in itself almost makes your knees buckle.

"We shouldn't be doing this." You admit weakly, it was a poor attempt to get him to stop, though the both of you knew neither wanted that.

"No we shouldn't..." he agrees his voice hoarse as he tries to fight off the growing need to be inside of you. You look around Remembering the two of you were still in the office, though no one was around, it was still very risky. He knew this too, yet he didn't seem the least bit phased.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you feel his dick hardening against your stomach, clearly from his imagination running wild at the thought of what he’s going to do to you.

“Spencer…” you mutter in one breath, your voice coming out as a whisper. He answers with a groan, loving the way you say his first name.

His head drops into the crook of your neck placing small kisses to it, the action quickly becomes sloppy as he sucks on the delicate skin, leaving dark discoloured skin in place.

Your gasps fill the room as you try to maintain the last bit of control you had, though that wasn’t even much. When he has covered every last bit of skin he can access he looks up at you, his head still at level with your neck. His eyes are big and pleading, almost begging you to let him remove your shirt.

You give him a small nod and his eyes immediately darken the earlier pleading had quickly dissipated from his eyes, now only leaving a dark and intense hunger. He rips the shirt off of you letting the now discarded clothing hit the ground.

He lets out a low guttural groan as his eyes dart over your chest. His skilful hands lean behind to unclip your bra in a quick motion. He watches your bra fall to the floor and is now greeted with the very pleasant sight of your chest. He immediately leans down and latches his mouth on to one of your nipples, causing you to take a sharp intake of breath.

Your hands find his hair and tangle into the mess of brown curls. “Fuck.” You whimper out as you arch your back in pleasure. He leans back a grin spread across his face. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a fucking mess.” His voice is low and is dripping with desire and lust.

“Please.” You shamelessly beg, your self respect now long gone. He licks a stripe through your breast and pulls away standing up and towering over you once again.

“Please what…?” He asks biting down on his lip as he waits for an answer, “tell me what you want y/n” he repeats.

“I want you to touch me… stop the teasing…” you say your voice practically coming out as a whimper.

“Good girl…” he praises as he leans down slightly to gather the bottom of your pencil skirt in his hands and pull it up to bunch at your hips. He rests a hand on your inner thigh, knowing exactly where you want it to be instead, though he wants to hear you say it. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers…?” He asks his voice just as teasing as his actions.

You nod your head quickly “please.” You beg. He tuts and shakes his head “say it.” He speaks, his voice hoarse. He leans in closer his lips brushing against yours, another teasing action that makes you go insane.

“Please… fuck me with your fingers.” That’s all it takes for him to roughly pull your underwear to the side and shove a digit in. The slight intrusion makes you gasp out and look up at him with wide eyes.

He starts thrusting his fingers in slowly at first then picking up the pace. As you start letting out sorry noises he leans in and presses his lips against your ear. “Be a good girl and keep quiet.” His breath fans against your skin making it harder and harder to not fall to pieces right then and there. You nod at his words, not fully trusting yourself to do as he requested.

He moves his face back to yours and presses his lips against your own, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he adds another finger, curling them up to hit the g spot. He pulls back, his lips still barely touch yours. “Fuck.” You whimper out, arching your back as you feel your stomach already start to tighten into a knot.

He adds an other digit, his thrust quickening as he feels you beat the edge. Your walls flutter against his touch as you try to fight the sounds that are threatening to fall from your lips.

“Fuck… Spencer…” you gasp out as you feel him scissor his fingers apart. “I-I’m gonna cum…” you somehow manage to get out through the immense pleasure that he was causing.

“Cum on my fingers y/n.” He demands as his pace quickens impossibly. You don’t waste another second before clamping down on him, throwing your head back in a silent scream of pleasure. He quickly moved to smash his lips onto yours to silence any cries he knows will fall from your lips. He devours you as you cum around his finger.

He pulls away quickly looking you up and down silently, watching the mess he made you into. He knew it couldn’t go any further, at least not in the middle of the office. Your brows furrow in confusion as he tosses you your bra. You decide not to say anything and put your bra back on quickly avoiding his gaze.

You quickly fix up the rest of your appearance, pulling your skirt back down to sit normally and putting your blouse back on. “So is that it…?” You ask, brows still furrowed as you look up at the man who had just turned you into a mess.

“Did you expect this would be more than a one time thing…? Because it’s not.” He replies his voice devoids any emotion, though it’s quite clear he didn’t get the release he was speaking from just pleasuring you.

“Well… I hope that got it out of your system then…” you speak up, eyes finally meeting his. “Not even slightly.” He replies before grabbing his bag and walking off.

Okay!! Hi guys this is my first post on tumblr!! I have been writing on ao3 and Wattpad up untill now but I was recommended tumblr by some of my friends :)

This one shot may have a part two that will be uploaded so let me know if you want one also let me know if you have any requests and I should get round to them quickly!!