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Latch (S.R. x Reader)

18+ MDNI (I beg)

a/n: My first successfully finished attempt at a one shot :') I'm so nervous to post this so please be nice (note that english is not my first language)

Summary: After celebrating her boyfriend Spencer's birthday, reader has one last present left to give him.

Tags: sub!spencer x dom!reader, spencer is a munch & secretly has a mommy kink, afab reader, established relationship, mostly just cheesy stuff tbh but still porn w plot

w/c: 3.5k

With a stretch of your arms and a sigh dramatic enough to make your boyfriend chuckle behind you, you threw your purse somewhere on the fluffy rug of your room. It was dark but the moonlight bleeding through the curtains allowed for some illumination, you couldn't be bothered to turn on the lights. Instead you threw off your heels and jacket before letting yourself drop onto the bed, humming contentedly. Spencer was quick to join you, hovering above you as he smiled.

"Thank you for today, I had fun."

"Yeah?", you asked without opening your eyes, the exhaustion of being on foot all day now catching up to you.

"Yeah.", he reassured with a peck to your lips, fingers coming up to comb through your hair softly.

"And thank you for the gifts also, they were very thoughtful.", he mumbled against your neck, little pecks making their way down to your colorbone. With the little strength you had left, your arms locked around your boyfriend's neck. He smelled of the cologne you bought him.

"You're welcome, love."

Spencer's birthday now coming to an end, you remembered the day you just had. Dinner at his favourite restaurant, a screening of a movie he'd grown to love because of you, a trip around the museum, the tender look on his face when he unwrapped the books you bought him. Everything was perfect. And yet, for the past 24 hours, there had been one thing on your mind you'd been nervous to carry out.

Only having been dating for a few weeks, your and Spencer's relationship was relatively new. In that time, you had been considerate of the fact that Spencer had never slept with anyone, and of course, you would wait as long as he needed. Still, you had done some things. There was that time you were straddling him during a steamy make out session on the couch. You remember his heavy pants the subconscious movement of his very prominent bulge against your core. Tentatively, you'd moved against him, eliciting whines from him that would be burned into your mind for the next two weeks. He ended up coming in his pants, stuttering out apologies despite your countless attempts at reassuring him that no, he didn't need to be sorry, this might've been the hottest thing ever.

You thought about that time a lot. All the time, really.

Then, there was the time you'd come out of the shower in nothing but a towel wrapped around you when Spencer was still at your apartment, reading away sat on your bed. Admittedly, you'd purposely walked in to tease him. And sure enough, your flushed face and dripping, exposed skin created a literal wet dream for him. That time he found himself less capable of holding back as he pulled you onto him, ignoring the question What's gotten into you? But who were you to complain when he kissed you with such desperation, teeth biting at your lip tissue, hands tentatively scraping along your exposed legs as he choked out whines you hadn't heard in two weeks. That evening may or may not have ended with him coming undone, in your hand this time.

And that marks the end of your (very) brief sexual history.

The days leading up to his birthday, you had been toying with the idea of creating a scenario in which you'd get to hear those beautiful sounds fall from his lips again. And what better day to play it out than today.

"Although.. I have one more present for you!"

Spencer liftted his head to look at you, eyes comically lighting up like a puppy as sat up on the bed.

"What is it?"

"I'm going to need you to leave the room for a moment."

The excited look on his face turned into confusion, but you waved him off reassuring he'll love it. With that promise and another peck to his lips, he made his way out of the room. Once the door closed behind him you breathed out anxiously. In a swift movement you got up from the bed to slip out of your dress, letting it fall to the ground carelessly to expose the lingerie set you were wearing underneath- A lacy black two piece decorated with ruffles and little bows around the edges. When you'd picked it out you weren't sure what it would do for him, if he'd even like it. Truthfully, your goal was just to get a reaction out of him, any reaction.

"Can I come in yet?", you heard Spencer chuckle through the door, your nervousness growing more and more each second you dragged this out. You sat back down on the bed, struggling to find a position you felt comfortable enough in to let him see you like this. You settled for crossing your legs as you sat on the edge of the mattress, fingers nervously pulling at the straps of your panties.

"You can come in."

You watched as Spencer pushed the door open, visible confusion on his face that was immediately replaced by a look of shock the moment his eyes met your. It took everything in you to not look away as his eyes burned holes into you.

"Do you like it?"

His mouth opened, closed, opened and then closed again, unsure of what to say, how to put into words just how much he liked it. His eyes traced the way the set hugged your body, lingering on your heaving chest as he gulped nervously. He'd always loved the color black on you, how it fit your confident personality and reminded him of how you'd come into his life and consumed his entire being, like he'd been sucked into a black hole he couldn't get out of even if he tried. Most days you had him feeling like he was floating out in space, you enveloped him, numbed down his senses making it so the only thing he could ever truly see, smell, hear, feel, taste- was you.

Your glance shifted to his fidgeting hands and visible heavy breathing that was now making your own breath come quicker.

"I-", you began, but before you could say anything else Spencer had snapped himself out of his paralyzed state to kneel in front of you, a sight that had you weak in the knees unable to come up with a single thing to say to him. Though, you didn't need to because the next thing you knew, his hands were coming up to brush against your bare legs, fingers stroking along the skin as he scanned your figure.

"You uhm-", he cleared his throat, "You look beautiful."

"Yeah?"

He nodded frantically before you could doubt his words, "Darling girl, you bought this for me?"

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you nodded, warmth spreading along the area on your thighs that his hands were now exploring. You watched Spencer smile in admiration as fingered the the straps of your panties, sending a wave of your heat straight to your core.

"I wasn't sure you'd like this on me."

"I- are you crazy? Yes, I do. A lot."

You knew he was being genuine and still-

"How much?"

-you loved being a tease.

"Let me show you?"

The words had come out as more of a question when he really meant to say I want to show you how gorgeous you are, how I long for you every second of every day.

Yet, when you nodded at him, a look on your face that- if he wasn't mistaken- practically dripping with desire, he forgot all about his inability to articulate what he really meant. He let his actions speak for him instead, hands now coming up to your waist, the grip he had on you being tighter than he'd wanted it to be. His eyes locked with yours as his mouth found your skin. Slowly, he trailed kisses along your stomach, making goosebumps rise on the area.

"Feels good, Spence.", you smiled at him reassuringly.

Spencer grinned against your skin with new found confidence, determined to make you happy. He started to suck little marks along your abdomen, eliciting the tiniest noises from you as your back arched towards the sensation. You couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on him as he made his way down your body, heat spreading across your cheeks as you felt the wetness pool between your thighs.

And then, he stopped.

Breathlessly, your now half lidded eyes gave him a confused look as you combed your fingers through his hair in a reassuring manner. Was he uncomfortable? Had he changed his mind?

"Can I- um, kiss you?"

"You are kissing me.", you chuckled.

"Kiss you- uhm, here.", he confessed, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he shifted down to hover above your core, looking up to you through his eyelashes.

"Yes, please.", was all the reassurance he needed from you.

Anticipation bloomed in your stomach when Spencer pulled your panties to the side, a shuddered breath escaping him at the sight of your glistening wetness. Thanks to the moonlight that seeped in through the curtains you could see Spencer's cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red (if that was at all possible) when you spread your thighs open for him. His hands settled on either of them, letting out a whine as he licked a stripe along your pussy. He pecked your clit before tentatively taking it into his mouth as he started to suck. Oh. Oh.

"S-Spencer-", you started but when his gaze locked with yours again, all you could do was shut your eyes closed as if in pain. Having Spencer between your legs practically eye-fucking you was definitely something.

Given his inexperience, he was indecisive as to what to do exactly, so he switched between sucking and circular motions around your clit, occasionally moving down to lap up your juices before going back to making you see stars.

He'd never heard the term before but it was safe to say that, if you were to explain the term 'pussy-drunk' that's how he'd describe this feeling- complete and utter devotion and the yearning to satisfy as a million emotions cursed through his body at the taste of you.

"Who taught you to- fuck - do t-this?"

He released your clit with a pop, long fingers now coming up to resume the motions against you as he spoke.

"Believe it or not, I've read extensively on the subject of cunnalingus-", his thumb was now moving in circles against your clit, making your thighs shake around his neck from the overwhelming stimulation, "-I actually enjoy reading erotica a lot, ha. Ever since we- um. That day on the couch and uh- god-", he breathed out the last part, losing track of his own rambling as his eyes shifted back to his fingers against you. He was mesmerized by your wetness, how it coaxed his fingers and dripped down his hand, almost like tiny stars exploding against his skin, making him weak in the knees. He bent his head down again to lick along them, lapping up everything he could, moaning at the taste.

"Baby, can you finger me? Just-"

Spencer was sure his brain short circuited right then and there but his body quickly shifted to autopilot as he dragged his ring and middle finger down to your entrance, sliding into you with little resistance. The lewd sounds coming from the thrusting of his fingers had him rolling his eyes back as he went back to sucking on your clit, entirely focused on making you cum.

"Just like that, you're doing so good for me.", you moaned, having him speed up his thrusts at the praise.

You were so close already, sure anything could tip you over the edge, before Spencer spoke up again.

"Baby, can you come for me? Please.", he panted against you heavily, his free hand holding onto your shaking thigh as you came so hard you didn't even hear Spencer moaning in union with you, overwhelmed by the fact that he was the one making you feel this way.

After a moment, he slowed the pace of his fingers, helping you through your orgasm before he pulled out of you to kiss along your abdomen, trailing little pecks up to your flushed neck.

"Oh my god.", was all you could bring yourself to say, as you pulled him into an open mouthed kiss by his colar. You swallowed his whimpers as your fingers threated through his damp hair, your own sweat and release dripping down your thighs, making you shiver against him.

When you pulled away from Spencer, he was still panting heavily as he breathed against your lips, "Was I- um. Was that okay?"

"Yes. Spencer, yes. You're so- Jesus."

"I'm Jesus?"

"Stop.", you chuckled against him, giving him a peck on the lips before pulling yourself off of him to look down at the very prominent bulge against his pants. Before the redness could spread on his cheeks again (as if he hadn't just given you the most mind blowing orgasm in the history of orgasms), you pulled him onto the bed, hand lifting his face by his chin, your thumb settled on his swollen lip.

"Need some help with that?"

"No-I. I'm okay."

"Spencer."

He chuckled as he hid his face in your shoulder, ever so embarrassed. He kissed your shoulder blade, breathed against your skin, breathed in your scent- so familiar and safe it made him want to bathe in it, sit in it for hours. You were intoxicating.

"We can do whatever you feel ready to, baby. Just say the word."

"Wanna-", he lifted his head, kissing you again, pulling away, then pulling in again, pulling your lip between his teeth as he savored the taste of your lipgloss. He licked away at his own lips as he asked, "-I mean can I? Baby. My beautiful girl, I'm so-"

"I know, I know. Me too."

"Can I fuck you?"

Your stomach flipped at the way he worded his question, this probably being the first time you'd ever heard your boyfriend use lewd language. You couldn't be bothered to question what had gotten into him, so overwhelmed with the craving of having him inside of you.

"I would love that. But I want to make sure you're ready and absolutely sure you want to do this. It's okay if you were to change your mind."

"I don't- I mean, I won't change my mind. I love you, I'm so in love with you, darling girl. So yes, I'm sure.", he breathed as his hands ghosted along your hips, the cold radiating from his fingertips making goosebumps rise over your heated skin all over again.

His words of affirmation being all the reassurance you needed, you bit down a grin as you started pulling him with you onto the mountain of fluffy pillows behind you. Your hand went up to trace the lines of his face- Fingertips against his cheek, following his nosebridge down to his cupids bow, resting on where his lips were now parting.

"You're so gorgeous."

Spencer had never been good at taking compliments, so in situations like these he'd huff out a chuckle as he avoided your eyes, but you forced his face to look at you by gripping his jaw gently.

"T-thank you.", he wet his lips before he continued speaking.

"Uhm. Do I just.", he cleared his throat in an attempt to compose himself. "What do I do?"

"Tell you what, I can be on top if that would make you more comfortable?", you suggested, which had him nodding in a particularly eager way, drawing a giggle from you. You maneuvered yourself so you were straddling him, hands now unbuttoning his shirt painfully slow as you watched his eyes follow your every movement. With his shirt, you took off his pants, leaving him in his underwear.

"All for me?", you breathed as your fingers traced along the bulge in his boxers.

"Yes.", he chocked out at the feeling of having you touch him like this again. Your fingers were now actively stroking Spencer through his boxers, eliciting the whines from him you'd been dying to hear for the past few weeks, as he began to make the tiniest movements against your hand.

"Can I take your cock out, baby?"

Spencer nearly chocked on his on spit. You never failed to shock him with your blunt way of speaking. "Please."

Please.

You pulled down his boxers, leaving him bare. He looked so beautiful- Hair sticking to his forehead, lips red and swollen, parted as he breathed heavily in anticipation, fingers fidgeting against the bedsheets, cock hard and already dripping with precum.

In a moment of weakness, you found yourself unable to control the instinct of praising him, testing the waters as you longed to know what other reactions you could get out of him.

"Such a pretty cock, baby." , you mumbled, mesmerized as you watched his cock twitch, precum spurting out to pool on his stomach. Bingo.

"You like it when I tell you how pretty you are?", you teased. To your satisfaction, he huffed out another moan, licking his lips as he nodded his head yes.

"So cute.", your lips caught between your teeth , taking Spencer's cock into your hand, slowly pumping it a few times in a painfully slow pace. Selfishly, you wanted to prolong the ecstatic state the control over him had you in. Still, it got to a point where you couldn't ignore his silent pleas, so you began teasing his cock against your clit.

"O-oh-", Spencer's hips twitched upward at the sensation. Wordlessly, you pushed his hips back down shooting him a warning look to which he could only gulp, eyes glued to your hands against him. Something about the way you manhandled forced him to bite down a whine, he wanted to be good for you.

"Ready, baby?"

He could barely choke out a yes as you aligned his cock with your entrance before sinking down on him slowly, giving him and yourself time to adjust to this new sensation. The borderline pornographic moan Spencer let out at the feeling of you around him made you want to ignore the stinging of the stretch, as you sank down further on him until you were fully settled. You looked to your boyfriend for any form of discomfort but beneath you lied but a man lost in the pleasure of your heat around him, half lidded eyes focused on where you two were connected. Slowly, you began to move against him.

"O-oh- jesus.", Spencer moaned involuntarily, making you pick up your pace.

"Feels so good, Spencer.", you moaned as you  started a slow pace against him, hands gripping his sides tightly for support. His own hands rushed to grip hard at your waist.

With half lidded eyes, Spencer caught glimpses of sweat slipping down your skin- Along your neck, past your tits where drops caught on your nipples and dripped down your torso. The moonlight was casting shadows on your body that had him believing you were but a dream he prayed never to wake up from. One of his hands came up to catch a droplet on your torso and he watched utterly entranced as your body twitched against his touch.

He wasn't thinking clearly when he took your breast into his hand, mesmerized by the glistening skin under his fingertips.

"Can I-", he chocked out.

Noticing the pleading in his eyes, you moved closer to him so he could take your nipple into his mouth, his other hand still holding you steady by your side. He nibbled on your nipple as muffled whimpers continued to spill out of him, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Fuck, such a good boy for me."

The words spilled out of you before you could even consider the fact that calling him a good boy could've been weird or uncomfortable for him. But with the way his hips stuttered up against you at your words, the worries vanished quickly.

With a pop, he released your nipple, a string of saliva still connecting you to his lips. The sight had you weak, your own hips losing rhythm as you fought back the urge to slide your thumb between his perfectly pink lips and having slick coax your fingers instead. Your mind began to wander to how gorgeous he'd look with his lips wrapped around you, pleading eyes looking up at you for release.

You were ripped from your fantasy as you felt Spencer's fingers working against your clit, aiming to make you cum. He was more than content with the way you nearly screamed at the overstimulating sensation. You looked down to find him biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, knowing he must be close too.

"I won't last long. I'm- god-"

"It's okay baby, I'm close.", you panted.

"Please- oh, mommy I'm gonna cum. I'm-"

At this, you lost any sense of self control, your hand came up to pull at his hair, forcing a whimper out of him, the pace of your movements now erratic as you watched his eyes roll back, his fingers still working against you.

"Gonna cum for mommy?", you played into the dynamik you were now sure he wanted between the two of you just as much as you did. You slid two fingers between his parted lips, watching as he obediently sucked them in, drool dripping down his chin.

"Yes, just- please-", he mumbled desperately around your fingers.

"It's okay, let go for me.", you gave your sort of permission as you watched his eyes roll back.

Spencer came so hard his back arched against you, making it so you lost your composure and fell on top of him, kissing him through the waves of his orgasms as your own release hit you shortly after.

***

"So... mommy kink, huh?", you laughed against Spencer's chest as you both lied on your bed, steadily breathing against each other as you were slowly drifting off to sleep.

Spencer rubbed his face in embarrassment, avoiding your penetrating gaze.

"Don't mention it, please."

"I won't- But noted!", you pecked him on the lips. You caught glimpses of the moon shining through your window as you hugged your boyfriend tightly against your body.

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a/n: idk how to end fanfics for shit so excuse this mess :')

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“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

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Riding him into oblivion wait who said that

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just gonna leave this here

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Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours