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Poker Face!

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Spencer Reid x Reader

:: It’s game night at Rossi’s, a little pasta al dente, poker chips from Emily’s place, and a little too much Italian red wine. Poker after hours becomes a new playing field when you and Spencer decide to finish your game of blackjack back in his place. ::

:: warnings :: smuttt! and super mushy gushy fluff, sex under the influence (both parties drank alcohol), strip poker (kinda you’re playing blackjack), afab!reader, no mention of contraceptives oops...

:: authors’ notes :: i didn’t realize until i finished the story that spencer probably has his own poker set, he’s literally from vegas; anyway thanks for all the love on my last fic too sweet, hope you guys enjoy this one just as much <3

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“Ok, ok! That’s enough!” Emily shouted, swinging her glass around.

“Careful, Prentiss. This carpet is fine Italian wool. Gifted from my first mother-in-law,” Rossi scolded, Hotch chuckling beside him.

“You guys are relentless,” she continued.

“I can beat him, I know it!” you shouted, your eyes comically wide.

“No shot, sweetheart. Reid is literally banned from every casino in Vegas, you think you can really beat him?” Derek commented.

“I may not be banned from Vegas casinos, but I never lose Blackjack,” you argued.

“Honey, you’ve lost eight games in a row!” JJ shouted, laughing and holding her stomach.

“Nevermind that! I’m gonna beat you Reid, if it's the last thing I do,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at Spencer, who sat as dealer with a giant grin on his face.

“I hate to interrupt this incredibly captivating game of Blackjack, but I’m kicking you out. It's late and an old man’s got to get some rest,” Rossi interrupted, erupting a series of ‘Boo’s’ and groans.

“Come on, come on. Call your DD’s, call your taxi cabs. Or if you want to stay, you can start washing the dishes,” he bargained.

Suddenly, all at once, everyone stood up practically scrambling and giggling like kids to avoid cleaning up. Penelope, Emily, and Derek hopped into a cab and Hotch drove JJ home then himself considering he hadn't anything to drink that night. That left you and Spencer, lingering on the sidewalk nudging each other in a fit of giggles.

“I assume you’re gonna take a cab?” he asked you.

“That’s the plan.”

“So we can share since I don’t live far from you. I’ll walk from your place,” he suggested.

“Oh no, no. Look what I snatched when everyone started leaving,” you pulled out the briefcase of poker chips that Emily had brought for that night out of your tote, “We’re going to your place and finishing what we started.”

“Oh boy, you have no idea how long it's gonna take. We’re gonna be up all night!” Spencer laughed, and you gasped.

“You’re an asshole,” you shoved him, before calling a taxi.

You squeezed in the back of the cab, legs bumping against each other. You felt your skin light up, you’ve always felt a certain way about Spencer. I mean who wouldn’t? Well actually, not a lot of people. You always tried to hide the pangs of jealousy or your faces of reluctance whenever the women you were working with or interviewed on cases would flirt with him, unnecessarily albeit. This happened more often than you care to admit or notice.

You walked into Spencer’s apartment, tossing your bag on the couch before falling to your knees and putting the briefcase on his coffee table. You opened it up and began shuffling the cards, quite intensely to make sure Spencer wasn’t going to cheat. You knew he wasn’t, his brain was too smart, but you did it for confidence instead.

“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked from the kitchen.

“Whatcha you got?” you asked.

“I’ve got a couple of beers, probably a little old. Oh, I still have the bottle of wine that Rossi gave to us for the new year,” he told you.

“Oh! Bring the wine! We’ll drink the beers later,” you winked at him, “Let’s get the fucking party started.”

It was late into the night now. You lost count how many times you’d lost to Spencer already. Just a couple of hours passed, and the wine was almost finished. You and Spencer couldn’t stop laughing and wiggling around. As Spencer shuffled the deck, a request you made him do after every turn, you came up with a devilish idea. One that would definitely get you in trouble should the outcome be anything other than what you would hope.

“Ooh,” you cooed, mischievously.

“What?” Spencer questioned.

“Oh, nothing, just had an idea,” you were smirking, or rather trying really hard not to burst into laughter.

“This can’t be good,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“Why don’t we spice things up, shall we?”

“No, no way,” Spencer already knew what you were going to say.

“Strip Poker!”

“No!” he shouted, a big smile on his face contradicting his words.

“What, you scared? Scared that suddenly I’m starting to beat you and you’re gonna have to take all your clothes off?” you teased.

“No, I am a gentleman and I’m not gonna sit through watching you take all your clothes to prove a point,” he argued sassily.

“You are way too confident for your own good, Dr. Spencer Reid. You’re just chicken.”

“Ok, fine then. You dealer, or am I?” he asked, pouring the last bit of wine into your cup.

“Why don’t you hit me this time,” you said.

“You got it,” he responded, “Care to shuffle while I grab the beers?”

“Of course. About time we crack those open,” you smiled widely.

Now sitting down, face to face. Staring intensely at each other for a moment, hints of mischief and amusement in both your eyes. As you shuffled the cards well, Spencer couldn’t help notice the way your eyes were practically sparkling in the warm light of his apartment. How soft your skin looked in the light too. He doesn’t know when it happened. If it happened just now, or maybe he’s always felt this way about you.

Maybe it was those times where he felt a little more protective over you than the others on more brutal cases. The feeling of responsibility for you, to guide you, when you first join the team since you were the same age. Or maybe it was when you let him practically talk your ear off about peculiar facts regarding the case you had wrapped up. The small smile of your face knowing he thrived in these moments. The sweet giggle you let out when Morgan and Prentiss groaned knowing he would begin yet another tangent.

Yeah, it was definitely then he realized how special you were and how much he wanted to keep you in his life; in more ways than one.

But in this moment, when you handed him the cards with the most devilish smirk on your face, Spencer felt a wave of avidity, longing for you more than he ever has before. He felt so conflicted about the game you were about to play. He respected you so much and yet craved to see you, to have you, in this very way for so long already. He didn’t know what to do. He dealt the cards however, entertaining the idea, and you tapped the table for cards before taking a big swig of your beer.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, Spencer’s breath hitched.

You took off your earrings first and Spencer quirked an eyebrow.

“What? Were you expecting me to take off my shirt right away?”

“No,” he shrugged before giving you the deck to shuffle again.

“I swear to-” you cursed, pulling off one of your rings this time.

Your shoes came off, then your socks. All your accessories were scattered on the table before you. The last game you stood up unbuttoning your pants. Spencer clenched his jaw, averting his eyes downward as you peeled your pants down your legs. It took quite literally everything in him to not drool over you. You sank back down to the ground, the bottom half of your body shielded by the table and Spencer looked back at you again. He dealt the cards. You asked for a card, and Spencer knew then you would lose. The probability was certain. When he hit Blackjack and you didn’t, Spencer gulped and you sighed in defeat.

Staring boldly at Spencer, you disrobed your last garment that would give you some kind of modesty. Your bra is on full display with nothing else but your pair of underwear. You had a crucial decision to make if you ended up losing again and you were seriously considering that would be the case, the butterflies erupting violently in your belly.

“We don’t have to keep going,” Spencer cleared his throat.

“And why would I do that?” Maybe it was the alcohol in your system that gave you this sudden courage, this seduction. You were starting to have fun seeing Spencer squirming on the couch, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. You suddenly wanted to egg this round on as long as you can.

“Ok, then,” he muttered, as he dealt the cards, slowly this time.

Spencer had a face down card, assuming it was a value of ten like always, and an eight. You had a seven and a three, you were fucked. You needed an ace and you’d hit blackjack, or you could build up; but that’s risky. Maybe Spencer can go over. You had a chance, you know it. Your chest was moving fast and shallow, but your face was stoic and firm. Spencer on the other hand was antsy; his eyes frantic and his leg bouncing. You knew he was staring at your chest. You planned to use it to your advantage. Was it fair game? Yeah, yeah it was. It wasn’t your fault he was distracted.

“Hit me,” you egged.

“You got it,” he responded.

A five. Fuck.

Spencer hit himself and he drew a seven. Those are bad cards. He most likely went over and you might actually finally beat him.

“One more time, boy wonder,” you snapped. A six. A beautiful six of hearts.

“I stand,” he mutters, probably knowing he lost.

“Let’s see those cards, baby,” you teased.

“You first,” he told you, and placed your cards.

“Blackjack, baby!”

Spencer laid his cards revealing his seven and eight and underneath a nine, he busted; the cards of course. You won, you finally won. You jumped up in celebration, prancing in your undergarments around the room giggling and cheering.

“I did it! I fucking did it! I beat the boy genius, fair and fucking square! You lose Spencer, loser!” you shouted taunting him and he couldn’t help the smile painted in his blushing face; he almost forgot you were prancing around almost naked in the middle of his apartment.

“I- I was distracted,” he shuttered.

“Damn right you were,” you joked, squeezing your breasts to flaunt them in his face.

“It wasn’t fair game,” he bantered.

“It wasn’t fair game, my ass. I won and you lost, and you’re being a sore loser,” you mocked as you walked towards him like a panther, playfulness and seduction dripping from your tongue.

Spencer took the moment you walked near and grabbed your wrist yanking you to stumble into his lap. You were shocked, surprised, a little turned on. You held onto his shoulders, your breathing a little quicker than before. You tried to convince yourself it was from the celebratory dance and not the growing bulge from Spencer that poked you from beneath.

“I told you, I was distracted,” he told you, his hands finding a place at their hips. Fingers caressing delicately the hem of your underwear.

“Blah, blah,” you whispered.

“Don’t give me that.”

“Now, Spence, I believe there is something you have to do, is there not?” you whispered.

“What’s that?” he bantered.

“You lost.”

“Right, unfairly I might add,” he joked.

“If all you’re gonna do is talk, then let me do the honors,” you told him.

“Be my guest.”

Your fingers pulled gently at his tie he wore, pulling over his head and tossing it to the side on the floor. You started unbuttoning his shirt, Spencer staring with heavy eyes at you as you did so.

“I thought we were only taking off one item. We should play another round then if you want my shirt off,” he teased you, bringing his hands to gently hold your wrists.

“Like that’s gonna happen,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

Spencer relaxed against the back of the couch as you unbutton his shirt all the way. You brought your lips down to kiss softly at his collarbones and his shoulder. Moving along his chest to kiss the other side. His hands moved slowly against your hips, fingers sliding between the fabric of your underwear and your skin. Your skin erupted in chills, a tingle running through your spine making your ears feel hot. You dragged your nose along his strong jawline before nipping your teeth playfully against his cheek.

He brought his hands up, fingertips tracing your spine until he reached your bra. He skillfully unhooked it leaving you a bit breathless for just a second but a second too long. You could feel it, without even needing to look at him, to know he had such a teasing smile on his gorgeous face. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off him.

You shrugged your bra off, tossing behind him giving him a playful wink which made him chuckle. You brought his hands to your breasts as you pulled his head towards you by the back of his neck to kiss him feverishly. Something you both had wanted to do for quite some time now. You wiggled your hips a bit, feeling the prodding against your center, which made Spencer groan lowly in the kiss; his hands squeezing your breasts hard in discomfort.

“Fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane,” he told you.

“Let me say hi to your little friend, Spence. Or do you want to play for that too?” you taunted him.

“God, no. I couldn’t wait a whole other hour for you to beat me again,” he bantered making you scoff and roll your eyes; his hands shot straight to his zipper to pull his pants down just enough for the both of you.

You were practically itching to get your panties off. Standing up suddenly, both you and Spencer reached instinctively to pull them off you, his lips attaching themselves to your soft belly and hips. He freed himself from the constricting fabric of his pants and pulled you down, or rather yanked you to him. You couldn’t help the bubbly laugh that came from you making Spencer smile blissfully.

You bite your lip as you reach between your bodies, lining Spencer up against you perfectly. The warmth radiating from you was driving him crazy. It took everything in him to not suddenly take control and rut his hips against you. You sank slowly down on his length, not so little, you thought yourself.

“Oh jeez, I feel like I could come already,” you gasped, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach felt already overwhelming. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t had sex in years. You felt starved of this kind of touch, this kind of intimacy. The kind of feeling of Spencer’s cold fingertips touching and gliding across your skin like you were glass. Yeah, that was the feeling you didn’t know you needed, you didn’t realize you craved so much until this very moment.

“I’m a bit embarrassed to admit the same,” he chuckled breathlessly, “If you don’t start moving, I’m not gonna be able to hold myself back any longer.”

You took this as the green light to start rocking your hips back and forth. One hand resting against his cheek and the other stabilizing yourself against the frame of the couch. Spencer’s hands rocked with you, his way of helping and understanding the rhythm you were going. He started, with gaining confidence, to buck his hips into you and that’s when the pleasure began to build. You panted heavily above him, moans every now and then escaping your mouth to echo against the walls of Spencer’s small apartment.

“Shit. You feel so good,” he breathed out, “I thought I’d last longer.”

“Please, please don’t come yet,” you begged; bringing your forehead to his. You could see his skin becoming shiny with sweat, his cheeks flush with redness. Spencer, determined to make you come before him, or at the very least with him, reached between your thighs rubbing fast and swift circles against your clit. Your hips jerked with pleasure and Spencer’s name dripped from your lips like honey.

“Oh, that’s it,” Spencer whispered. His free hand came up and pulled you in a passionate and sloppy kiss. His tongue entwined with your and you moaned wildly as did he. His brain was fuzzy, not that your’s wasn’t also, with the sounds of sex, the rhythm of your hips, the warmth of your slick soaking his fingers.

“I’m close, fuck I’m so close, Spence,” you whined.

“Let go, sweetheart.”

“Ngh!” you moaned loudly. You dipped your head forward resting your forehead in the crook of his neck. Your bodies were so close, your bare chests pressed against each other. You both could feel the other’s breath and slowly you began to match each other’s erratic rhythm the closer you got to your climaxes. You messily pressed your lips against Spencer’s one last time before the wave of electrifying pleasure overcame you.

When you came down from your high, all you could feel and hear in that moment was Spencer. His soft pants brushing your ear, his arms cradling you close, his subtle leg shaking from what you assume was him also coming with you.

“That was really good,” you giggled.

“It really was,” he agreed.

“I’m gonna tell everyone about this,” you whispered wickedly.

“What?” Spencer questioned fearfully.

“I beat you in Blackjack,” you reminded him, making him laugh loudly.

“Give it a rest you would?” he sighed.

“No way. I’m gonna tell everyone. And everyone’s gonna tease you because I beat you fair and square. Unless, you wanna admit that my boobs were distracting you from your card counting tricks,” you teased.

“Alright, you won fair and square,” he smiled blissfully at you, his eyes soft and gentle in the warm light.

You giggled sweetly bringing him in a tender kiss, definitely not for the last time that night. Your bodies were entwined for the rest of the night until the tepid sunrays peaked meekly through the curtains of Spencer’s bedroom window. The two of you sharing giggles between the sheets with his arms embracing you the way they had been all night. Needless to say, blackjack continues to be your favorite poker game. Especially now more than ever.

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rebeccccccaaa · 19 days

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Hey guys, I'm feeling pretty inspired to write again. Unfortunately though not for any Marvel characters at the moment. I'm feeling really inspired to write a lot about a couple of Criminal Minds characters and also for Ellie Williams, I know two completely different fandoms hahaha but I dont know, we'll see how things go and for how long too. Don't worry my masterlist isn't going anywhere!

I don't think I'm going to come back indefinitely, or like permantently, but I feel confident enough to let you guys knows I have some stories to write and share. I dealt with a lot these past couple years that I've been on hiatus. I had a few AU stories drafted but unfinished because I just honestly felt really depressed and tired and lonely and I didn't really want to be writing about love and romance lol. I had been and gotten out of a pretty toxic relationship and went through some medical challenges but 2024 we turned a new leaf, starting taking actions into becoming a healthier, emtionally and physically, and better person overall; and I feel kinda of brand new now hahaha. So with that being said, glad to be back. and I hope you guys can accept or at least respect the changes we're going to be going through; hopefully together.

#shes back #i look pretty good for a dead bitch #check out my new fic!#glad to be back #❤️‍🩹

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rebeccccccaaa · 19 days

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Too Sweet

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Spencer Reid x Reader

:: Practically at his beck and call, Spencer knows you’re too sweet for him. He knows he shouldn’t use you but he can’t stop himself when you’re also all too enthusiastic to fuck him ::

warnings :: smutttt, casual sex (kinda lol), oral (fem receiving), over stimulation, insomnia!spencer, spencer spitting facts (literally), reader is described to have hair length long enough to stick to your cheeks, obviously reader is described as afab, not sure what else i should tag so let me know what i miss :)

author’s notes :: hello, hello! honestly i saw this tik tok edit of spencer with this song (Too Sweet - Hozier) and felt a bit inspired by it and also loosely by lyrics too. please be kind as it’s been a couple years since i last wrote a fic and it’s my first one about dr reid too, so let me know if you guys like it, comment, reblog, all that jazz and critiques are more than welcome! Enjoy!

WC :: ~4k

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It was pretty late into the night, it was the first weekend in weeks that the team was able to really enjoy. Spencer sat in a corner of his apartment, a glass of whiskey sat on the table as he flipped the pages of a book he’s read a thousand times before, albeit it was one of favorites.

He was hesitant to call, he didn’t want to pull you away from enjoying your weekend but when it came to his pleasure, he put himself first. You were always too nice to say no to him and he knew that. It made him feel sleazy sometimes, but this was who he was now. Rugged, damaged, fucked up. He’d been through a lot. But in those moments where you squirmed and whined beneath him, he felt satiated. You were his drug now.

“Hello?” he mumbled when the call picked up.

“Spencer,” your voice was a whisper as you practically sang his name.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“Yes,” you responded.

“It’s a little late don’t you think?” he poked.

“Then why are you calling?”

You knew why he was calling. He only ever wanted one thing from you when the sky was dark. You didn’t mind it though. You basked in it. You kind of liked it. The feeling of having sex without commitment. Your job didn’t give you enough time for a commitment. You didn’t feel humiliated or belittled by Spencer’s desires. In fact, his lust for you turned you on in most cases. Most.

Spencer was still a good friend to you. Regardless of sleeping with him, he was your closest friend. And recently, you noticed changes in him. Maybe you’ve kept a closer eye on him more than before but you were a little concerned. You had the right after everything he’s been through. He seemed more tired than usual, even though he was still punctual with work. Although you didn’t sleep in his bed after every time you slept together, when you did, you pretended not to notice his exits and long absences in between the long hours of the night. You could barely hear his ever so quiet footsteps roaming the living room. The clanking of coffee mugs in the kitchen and his quiet ‘Shit’ when he thought he was being too loud.

Three subtle knocks rapped his door, so quiet Spencer would’ve missed if he had breathed just a bit louder. A grin spread across his face subconsciously, glancing at the clock before taking long strides to the door. It was almost midnight. You stood in the doorway with heavy eyes, not the drunk kind, but the tired kind. He moved aside to let you in. Just like last time; and all the other times you showed up at his door for him.

“I thought you went out tonight,” he questioned, rhetorically.

“I did. For a bit,” you told him, “I just had one drink, then went home.”

“What are you doing up so late?” you asked, you already know the answer. And Spencer knows you know too, though he tried at first to be more subtle in his nightly fixtures. He simply sighed with amusement. You set your things down on his couch, eyes adjusting to the dim lights that hardly lit the room. The glass sitting on the table in the corner caught your eyes though.

“What are you drinking?” you asked.

“Uh, whiskey. Neat.”

“Ew, why?” you joked.

“It’s not that bad,” he shrugged. A whiskey wouldn’t exactly be Spencer’s first choice of drink but then again his first choice of drink wouldn’t even be alcohol. If it was, he would probably be content with a beer, or something of the sort. He was sort of going through a phase during nights. He was sleeping a lot less too.

“I just didn’t take you for a whiskey kind of guy,” you teased.

“What kind of guy did you take me for?” he poked; he wasn’t really talking about drinks anymore though.

“Water,” you joked, making him laugh.

Spencer stood before you now. His hands were slightly hesitant this time to rest on your hips.

“Is everything ok, Spencer?” you asked him.

“Yes,” his voice was a whisper.

You didn’t believe him, but you knew better than to press him. He was a stubborn guy and whether you did or didn’t you weren’t going to get an answer. You slid your hands up his chest before cupping the back of his neck with your hands. The kiss was chaste. You didn’t want to sleep with him if he was having second thoughts.

“Are you sure? If you’ve changed your mind I can head hom-,” you were telling him.

“No, don’t,” he rushed out.

“I’m fine; I just haven’t been sleeping well,” he confessed. This surprised you, not because you didn’t know, but because you didn’t think he would tell you.

“Well, then maybe I should go. That way you can finally get to bed before the sun comes up for once,” you joked with him, “Besides, you’re the one who's always telling people how important sleep is to the human body.”

Your words shocked Spencer this time. Admittedly, in the back of mind he suspected that you could sense him leaving his bed, or your bed sometimes, and that one or more times he’d been a little loud dwindling in the next room. But he didn’t realize you were fully aware of his nightly escapades. You knew him too well. You were too sweet to him. Spencer knew after all the fucked up things he’s been through he didn’t deserve your friendship; or anything more despite the fact.

“Did you know that elephants sleep the least of any other animal?” he told you, he doesn’t know why. Maybe to distract you, or seduce you. Both outcomes came often enough for him to make it a guessing game.

“You’re not an elephant.”

And then there were the ultra rare times when neither outcome happened; just now being one of them.

“Sleep deprivation has been associated with reduced sexual desire and arousal,” he tried again.

“Well, I can help with that,” you teased. There we go.

He leaned down to kiss your lips but you pulled back in tease, smile on your face; you knew how pussywhipped you had this man. He didn’t want to fight it, he was growing desperate for you with every passing second. Rolling his eyes, he dipped his head in the crook of your neck. His hands left your hips, pulling you closer to him from your waist and lower back. Your hands began to unbutton his shirt, he was still wearing the clothes you saw him working in earlier that day.

You stopped him, never been one to have sex anywhere other than the bedroom, taking his hand already knowing where to go after doing so many times before already. Although, it wasn’t like his apartment was a confusing labyrinth. He followed you like always.

You reached the edge of the bed, sitting instinctively. Your hand went straight to his belt, undoing it with ease. Spencer pulled your hands away from his hips before sinking to his knees to the ground. He pulled your hips to the very edge, scratching the skin as he desperately pulled at your pants bringing them down your legs. Of course you let him.

He pushed you back and you fell on your elbows, still able to see him so clearly. See him dip his head and kiss the skin on the inside of your knee, his eyes lingering on yours. You let your head go for a second, basking in the feeling of his lips. They always made you feel so warm and tingly. One thing about Spencer, he loved foreplay. All the little things that lead up to sex. Most of the time, he craved the foreplay more than the sex itself.

He moved your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hands holding your hips. His nose ran along your inner thighs. Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the feeling of his warm breath coming from his nose. His fingers fiddled against your hip bones and you wiggled a bit becoming desperate by the minute for something more than just this teasing.

“Spence,” you whined, looking back at him.

“It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, you’ll never learn patience will you?” Spencer bartered.

“Spencer, I don’t come to you to learn patience,” you spat, not with any malice however.

“You won’t come at all with that attitude,” he snapped back, hiding a grin between your legs.

“Spencer!” you gasped.

He chuckled lowly, bringing his hand between your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side to expose you to him. You were glistening, slick beginning to leak from you already. Spencer could feel himself getting hard. He precariously tried to not buck his hips into the bed like horny teenager.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

He stepped up quickly letting your legs drop harshly. His fingers curled over the hem of your underwear pulling them down and tossing behind his shoulder before returning to his previous position. He felt like he was possessed. Acting and moving like it was primal, instinctive. He wanted nothing more in this moment than to satisfy you.

He kissed all the places except the place you needed the most. You curled your toes anticipating his next move, longing for his lips, tongue, fingers, anything to bring you pleasure. Just when you were about to sit up, ready to nag at him, his lips wrapped around your bud.

Your shoulders gave out at the feeling. Your body electrifying instantaneously. Your eyes trained on the ceiling, focusing on everything about Spencer in this moment, the sounds, his touch, his tongue. His tongue dipping in you every now and then, making you moan feverishly. His hands spread out, pinning your hips down to the bed to try and get you to stop wiggling your hips, but he wasn’t too successful in that.

“Knock it off,” he groaned, removing a hand wrapped around your leg to bring his fingers to your entrance.

“It’s not enough; I need more,” you whined.

“No, you want more,” he debuted, “You’re being greedy.”

“And you’re being mean,” you quipped, you always had something to retort.

“Ok, fine,” he stood up.

“Stop!” you whined, “Please, come back. Do whatever you want.”

“I will,” he sat on his knees again, instantly bringing his fingers up to rub slow circles that made your toes curl.

He purposefully let them every now and then prod at your entrance make your hips jerk in surprise. He could see how wet you were, all of the slick telling him how needy you were. He looked up to look at your face. His eyes catching your nipples peeking through the fabric of your shirt from the pleasure already, smiling to himself.

“Sexual arousal can cause an increase in blood flow to not just female genitalia, but also the breasts,” he told you, feeling your thighs squeeze ever so slightly.

“Is that your way of telling me my nipples are hard because of you?” you teased.

“Yes,” he stated before diving straight back between your thighs.

His tongue did circles like his fingers, the wetness and warmth much more stimulating than before. His fingers slid inside you, curling when he couldn’t push them any further. You moaned out, reaching your hand down to comb your fingers through Spencer’s shaggy hair. The noises of everything bounced off the walls of Spencer’s shallow bedroom. It sounded vulgar but so sexy. Your heavy breathing practically syncing together.

Your thighs squeezed more and more as you got closer to your climax; you didn’t care if you were suffocating Spencer. If he died, he died pleasuring you and neither of you minded it in this moment. Your hips grinding against his tongue chasing you release frantically. Spencer pumped his fingers in and out of you rapidly, leading you to ecstasy.

Your breaths became shaking, as did your moans. You were overcome with pleasure as your orgasm hit you so suddenly. You could feel Spencer’s smile growing against you, you knew that he wasn’t going to withdraw despite reaching your climax.

“Oh god, too much, Spence.”

“First it was not enough, now it’s too much?” he taunted you, fingers still pumping in and out you strenuously.

“Spence!” you wailed, your voice trembling embarrassingly.

When he wouldn’t give out, you pulled at his hair as you sat up and pulled his mouth away from between your thighs.

“Oh ow, ow, ow!” he whined.

“Jesus, you were gonna give me a heartache,” you whined.

“Actually the possibility of having a heart attack during sexual activity is exceedingly low. So you wouldn’t have had anything to worry about; if anything you would get a small headache,” he explained.

“You’re giving me a headache,” you whined, making him laugh.

You pulled him from the back of his neck, crashing his lips against yours. You loved to kiss Spencer. You always felt the closest to him physically when you kissed. Which is ironic since he was quite literally inside you most nights. Kissing, the art of kissing, was practically your love language. You always gave small pecks when you were together, privately of course.

Spencer was worried at first, that kissing was too intimate that things would complicate fast and feelings would get hurt. But as time went on and things continued to stay normal between you, he just began to relish in it rather than worry about nothing. At least that’s what he’s convinced himself of.

He suddenly remembered the first time you slept together. You were in his apartment one night going over some details of the case. Nothing so major, or frightening, but something wasn’t adding up. You decided to take a break, cracking open some beers and just talk. One beer became two, then three, then four and then suddenly bottles littered the pitiful coffee table in front of you. You were very clear with him, “I don’t just sleep with anybody.” But you were a woman with needs just as much as Spencer was a man, “Neither do I.”

“Things have to stay the way they are if we do this,” he told you that night.

“They will,” you assured him.

You rested your forehead against his seeing his eyes seem different. Spencer always did this. Everytime, just for a minute or even a second, he would disappear behind his eyes, like he was reminiscing on a memory you couldn’t describe.

“You did that thing again,” you said with a small grin on your face.

“I know,” he blushed, “Sorry.”

“You ever gonna tell me what you’re thinking about when you do that?” you questioned.

“Nope,” he smirked, making you giggle.

Spencer stood straight up shagging his shirt off before scrambling out of his pants. He crawled back over you settling his hips between your thighs as he dipped his head down to attach his lips to your neck. Your hand curled around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair as his breath and lips tickled your skin. Your hips fit together snuggly, grinding against desperate to chase each other’s highs.

Spencer reached into the drawer beside your head to pull out a condom. You snatched it from his hands with a devilish smirk on your face tearing it with your teeth. You spat the foil corner from your mouth, pulling the condom from its package before tossing it aside. You reached between your bodies stroking Spencer. His face blushing red, contorting with pleasure as it’s the first of the night to feel some sort of friction he needed from the beginning. The reason he called you in the first place.

Spencer let his hands trace your skin. Though you wouldn’t react, your skin erupted in goosebumps. Feeling him prodding against your entrance, your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat. You always anticipated this part. No matter how many times you and Spencer spent the night together, you couldn’t ever get used to the flips your stomach made at this time.

Spencer pushed his hips into you, his length stroking your walls making your hum in delight. Spencer’s breath became heavy as he pulled out just enough before rutting back in you with skill. Your face began to feel hot as Spencer began to find a good rhythm. You could feel the sweat building on your forehead, the air cold against your scalp.

You looked at Spencer’s face; the veins bulging from his forehead and his neck. You cupped his cheek with your hand, catching his rhythm with your hips. Your breath became heavy, your hums became moans. Spencer wasn’t exactly the most vocal lover you laid with. Not that Spencer was your lover of course. That‘s not what you meant.

“What’s going on in that pretty little brain?” Spencer’s voice took you from your sudden trance; his pace beginning to slow. He brought his hand to your face, pulling the stray hairs that stuck to your cheeks from your sweat away.

“Nothing, just don’t stop,” you sighed, pulling his lips down to yours again.

Spencer picked up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You felt overcome with an ambitious heat throughout your body. You pushed Spencer’s shoulders up trying your best to cool down without stopping your chase to your high. Spencer sat on his knees gripping your hips, practically ramming his hips into yours. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets beneath you.

“Oh god, fuck,” you cried out. Your thighs squeezing Spencer’s torso as you began to get closer to your climax.

“Shit, it’s like I can’t get enough no matter how many times I have you squirming beneath me,” he gloated.

You could see Spencer's chest begin to get red, his knuckles however turning white. Your hands reached down gripping his wrists. Prying them away, before sitting up to straddle his legs, as they stretched forward, adjusting comfortably. You held on to his shoulders sturdily, finding an entirely new rhythm to chase your high.

Spencer’s hands ran up your back, sliding under your shirt that you had yet to take off. No wonder you were overwhelmed with heat. He peeled the tight fabric from your skin, tossing it to the ground like he has so many times before. He unhooked your bra with ease, his eyes instantly trained to your chest. He couldn’t help his hands following, massaging the soft skin. Spencer looked up to you as you bounced up and down. Sweat dripping seductively down the valley of your breasts.

“You’re so pretty,” Spencer whispered, staring up at you.

“I know,” you joked breathlessly, giving him a playful wink.

Spencer let out a breathy laugh at that. The both of you were itching for a release now. Your bodies squirming against one another, aching to give the other the release. You leaned back placing your hands on his thighs, moving your hips faster and harder than before.

“Spencer, I’m getting close, I feel it,” you whimpered, “Please tell me you’re close too.”

“I’m close,” he breathed out.

“Fuck,” you cried.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let go,” Spencer mused, he reached between you two, fingers circling quickly between your thighs to bring you to climax even faster.

You gasped out, chest heaving as you felt the waves of pleasures wash over you suddenly. You couldn’t help the loud moans escaping from you as you threw your head back; arched back and thighs tensed. Spencer’s hand held your body close to himself, and you curled forward wrapping your arms around his head as you climaxed indefinitely. Spencer grunted below you, his legs stiffening and jerking upward. Curses whispered from his lips.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, relaxing and slumping your body over Spencer.

“Treat me good, like always,” he whispered, his hand coming briefly to stroke your hair gently.

He rolled you over, laying you lazily on his bed before climbing out of the bed swiftly. He stumbled his way to dispose of the rubber. He grabbed a small towel from a drawer along with something to cover himself. He sat silently on the edge of the bed, gently cleaning you as your eyes slowly blinked, telling him you were exhausted.

“You want to stay the night? I can see how tired you are.”

“I’ll be gone first thing in the morning,” you quipped with a small grin on your face.

Spencer laid beside you, covering your body with the blankets. You curled by his side, your leg falling over his hips. He turned the lights out, but the soft golden glow from the lights in the room next door streamed in. His arm wrapped around you, fingers softly stretching your back. Steady breaths against his chest gave him a sense of comfort. He was always a bit jealous how easily sleep came to you; how peaceful you looked when you did. Spencer tried to close his eyes. He tried to let rest wash over him like a blanket. What felt like seconds was an hour. And another hour. He peeked at his watch laying on the nightstand beside him, three o’clock the time read.

Sighing, he sneaked out of bed, careful to not wake you. He skulked towards the kitchen, eyeing the small glass of whiskey still on the table. He couldn’t help smirk to himself over it. He opened the cabinet grabbing a mug, pouring a bitter liquid into it. He took a big swig of his favorite beverage, basking in all the flavors, when suddenly a beautiful figure stood before him.

“Hey,” his voice was quiet.

“I’m guessing you haven’t slept,” you tiptoed your way to him, you could hear him sighing.

“Is there anything at all I can do to help you?” you whispered, carefully placing your hand on Spencer’s warm back.

“No, but having you here is enough.”

You were beginning to blur the lines between your arrangement and your friendship. But neither you nor Spencer could muster up the courage to stop what you’ve started. Spencer indulged in your sweetness, the way you were always there to satiate his desires, the way you opened yourself to him like heaven’s gate. And you, well you would never admit it. Being in love with Spencer that is. You’ve known him for years; seen the best parts of him and helped him through the worst. You knew him the best of anyone you’ve known before. And he could say the same too. He’s never opened up to anyone as much as he has to you.

You were perfect for each other. And yet, Spencer wouldn’t allow himself to bask in it. He truly believed he didn’t deserve you. That all the demons that haunted him in these dark hours were undeserving of your kindness, compassion, gentleness. Simply thinking about you was often enough to calm him in tense situations. But he would never tell you this. So here he was, standing in the kitchen with his coffee black at three in the morning wondering why you couldn’t see that he would never be enough for you.

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currently scraping wifi from an italian laundry mat until i buy a new phone lmaoooo sorry for the second unexpected hiatus but once i figure out this new schedule with a new phone well be back up and running again

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Explains that your Latina 🔥

No wonder your stories are like hot telenovelas sex scenes and drama 🎭

Please give me more!!!

girl what? 😳

im a virgin 😂 but thanks?? ☠😭

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really curious about something, hope you don't mind me asking but are u brazilian?

no i am 1st gen mexican

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ꜱᴛᴀᴄʏ’ꜱ ᴍᴏᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

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ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Stacy confronts her mom about what is going on between you and her. And you look back on fond memories.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut so minor plz go away ty [fingering, strong language, squirting, use of camera during sex, explicit photos, sorta dry humping?, age gap (r: 21+; nat: late thirties/early forties), secret relationship-ish, mommy kink, slight choking, reader kinda being majorly submissive and breedable lmao, a bit of fem!masterbation], angst [explicit name calling/insults, strong language, verbal abuse towards nat, and threats of blackmail], mentions of [Y/n], and a slight cliff hanger? sorry

ᴀɴ: uh sorry for the hiatus btw not my best smut but i like the direction the story's going so enjoy my little whores <3

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“Are you sure you don’t want me to come over to study?” you asked Stacy, walking out of the cafe you two usually get lunch.

“No, yeah. I’ll talk to my mom and I’ll swing by your place in a couple of hours.”

“Ok,” you simply responded, not questioning her antics.

It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Natasha; whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, you’ve yet to figure out. You have suspicions that Stacy might’ve caught on to what happened during the summer, or worse what if she saw something and is pretending she didn’t. You would know it feels better to ignore the problem than to face it.

Saying it out loud makes it real.

But Stacy would’ve said something by now it’s been weeks since the last time you ‘talked’ to Nat. Maybe that’s a good thing; if she had seen something she would’ve said something by now. So maybe she didn’t.

“Did you hear me?”

“Huh?”

“Gosh, you’re such a dork,” she giggled.

“I asked if you wanted me to bring dinner for us when I come over. I’m more than likely gonna spend the night, if you don’t mind.”

“Uh, no not all. And if you want to order something, I will never say no to free food,” you joked.

“Ok, cool. I come around five?”

“That’s cool with me,” you responded.

“Alright, see ya,” Stacy hugged and practically skipped down the street to her home.

You opened your apartment door tossing your bag on the couch and kicking your shoes off by the door. You walked to the kitchen briefly opening the fridge to find nothing appetizing to eat; thank god Stacy’s bringing food. You grabbed a bottled water shuffling to your room before falling lazily onto your bed with an exasperated sigh.

“Ok, maybe too dramatic,” you said to yourself.

You stared at the ceiling for a minute waiting for the time to pass, letting your mind wander to places you swore to yourself you wouldn’t go anymore. But you can’t help yourself. You remember those moments so vividly, it’s hard to push those memories to the back of your head when they’re begging to be remembered.

You shot up and quickly grabbed your phone, unlocking it and opening the gallery app on your phone. Your heartbeat began to quicken as you unlocked the locked albums that hid in the corners of the app waiting for this very moment.

Lots of pictures appeared before you, pictures that would make a nun fall in cardiac arrest. The memories were coming back from months ago and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. You scrolled a bit until you found exactly what you were looking for.

A video.

Pressing play, it all came back.

“You still hungry?” Nat asked quietly, making you shake your head no.

“I’m pretty full,” you told her.

“Good,” she smiled.

She continued tracing her fingertips along your heated skin before interlocking her fingers with yours pulling you behind her as she walked back to her bedroom. The room was bright, almost too bright and Nat could sense your discomfort, releasing your hand to close the sheer layer of curtains before turning back to you with a smirk.

You smiled back at her, bottom lip between your teeth before scooting yourself all the way back to the head of the bed. Nat walked along the side before crawling in. Once she sat with her back comfortably against the headboard, you swung your leg up and over her hips to straddle her with a playful grin on your face.

“What are you doing, медовый?”

“Nothing,” you giggled, your eyes trailing down her chest not so subtly. She wore her fluffy white robe that was incredibly soft to the touch but you could see her cleavage perfectly.

Nat scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. She rested her hands on your hips as you leaned down to capture her lips with yours. Your fingers brushed the skin of her shoulder moving the material slowly down exposing her soft pale skin. You disconnected your lips from hers before softly pressing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Nat’s hand traveled from your hip slowly up your back until she threaded her fingers through your hair, her nails lightly scratching your scalp making you sigh in the crook of her neck.

“Oh, shit. That feels good,” you moaned, making Nat chuckle.

You continued kissing and biting her skin, littering her neck and chest with lovebites. Her moans were music to your ears, butterflies erupting in your belly with every sigh and pant she made when you kissed a particular spot. You couldn't resist bucking your hips and soon enough you were full on grinding yourself over Nat’s hips, already chasing a high.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Nat gripped your hips firmly to stop them.

“Nothing, I’m just- You sound so pretty-”

“You acting so desperate, little girl,” she whispered huskily.

“No, I-”

“Hush,” Nat pushed you off of her hips stripping off her expensive white robe before snatching your phone off the nightstand and crawling back into bed to sit against the headboard like she had been before.

“Why do you have my-” you quickly cut short of what you were going to ask when Nat snapped her head at you daring you to peep again.

“Come here, красивая,” Nat whispered.

You crawled back to her and she grabbed your arm pulling it across your body so you turned to sit with your back against her chest. She softly kissed your shoulder as she held up the phone to your face to unlock it before searching a bit looking for the camera app.

“Ooh, found it,” she chuckled darkly.

Natasha pressed ‘record’ on your camera.

“Я собираюсь трахнуть тебя так сильно, маленькая девочка,” Nat practically growled in your ear.

“Holy shit,” you moaned breathlessly.

Nat’s hand groped at your breast roughly as her lips assaulted the skin beneath your ear. Nat kept her eyes trained on you through the screen, smirking when your eyes rolled back when sucked on that particular spot.

“Feeling good, baby?” Nat teased knowing damn well you were on a one way trip to euphoria.

“Why don’t you help me out,” she brought her fingers to your mouth and you naturally welcomed her.

Leaving a line of spit, she pulled her fingers from your mouth before trailing her wet fingers down your navel to settle between your thighs. She brushed her fingers along your slit making your thighs tremble ever so slightly with each brush.

“Look at this pretty little pussy,” Nat whispered, bringing the camera down to your center.

“Shit,” you sighed; her fingers mixed your spit and arousal all over your pussy obscenely.

You lolled your head back against Nat’s shoulder sighed as she began to slowly circle your clit, lubricated with your arousal. She winked at the camera knowing you’d watch back on this hopefully alone with your hand between your thighs. A beautiful reminder of such a forbidden moment.

She slowly teased your entrance, smirking when you whimpered and tightened your stomach in anticipation. Your eyes were closed tightly and your brows were furrowed in frustration, desperately awaiting pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned when Nat inserted her finger.

Your hips bucked forward in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself but Nat pulled her finger back leaving just her fingertip teasing you.

“Nat,” you whined.

“If you want mommy to make you cum, you need to be a good girl for me, ok? Desperate whores don’t get to come all over mommy’s fingers,” Nat mumbled in your ear.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“It’s ok, baby girl. I know how much you crave me. How bad you want me to ruin you over and over again,” she whispered, your skin breaking out into chills.

“Fuck,” you breathed heavily.

“Alright, you gonna be good?”

“Yes, I’m gonna be good,” you cried.

“Good girls don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, please mommy.”

“Sh,” she pushed her finger past your slick folds.

Nat gradually sped her movements up, the squelching sounds deafeningly echoing in your ears. She continued whispering lewd things in your ear making your legs shake uncontrollably. Nat leaned forward slightly to rest the phone against the piled sheets so it captured all of your gorgeous squirming body.

“So pretty,” Nat whispered almost to herself.

Nat inserted another finger, pumping them faster, in and out, wildly. The palm of her hand bumped against your clit with each stroke of her fingers and you couldn’t hold back the groans and moans that came from you.

Your own hands gripped and squeezed the soft flesh of Nat’s upper thighs, desperately trying to steady yourself, or your breathing, anything at this point. You were quickly becoming more and more overwhelmed the closer you got to your climax.

“Shit!” you gasped sharply.

Nat’s free hand came up your chest to wrap carefully around your throat and instinctively you turned your head to the side, cranking your neck to look at Nat.

“I know you’re close, hon. Let go for mommy. Make a mess all over mommy’s fingers,” Nat said, nibbling on your ear.

“Oh my fucking- oh my god,” you panted.

Your chest heaved up down, and a trickle of sweat slowly fell down the valley of your breasts. Nat squeezed the sides of your throat ever so gently, enough to make your eyes roll back again. She sloppily captured your lips with her own; your moans becoming muffled as you climaxed. Lewd sounds of your pussy harmonized with your moans and Nat couldn’t help smile into the passionate kiss.

“Fuck! I’m coming,” you moaned through gritted teeth.

Nat pulled her fingers from you quickly before rubbing your clit wildly. Your legs shook violently and your back arched off of Nat’s front. Sweat dripped down your forehead and your chest; you could hardly catch your breath. The sheets beneath you were embarrassingly soaked as were Nat’s fingers, your thighs, possibly your phone but nothing mattered in that euphoric moment.

You cried Nat’s name as you violently climaxed over the edge and you could hear her dark chuckling echoing in your head. She whispered praises nonetheless, caring for you as you slowly came down from your delicious high. Neither of you had noticed the deep dark red marks that littered Nat’s thighs; deep indentations from your nails that made guilt fill you instantly when you did notice.

“Shit, I’m so sorry about that,” you sighed out in between deep heavy breaths.

“Don’t even worry about it, sweetheart,” she smiled softly before leaning forward and stopping the video that captured your intimate moment.

“Oh shit,” you commented on the wetness that leaked from you all over the bed and sheets, making Nat chuckle.

“You did so good for mommy, малышка,” she whispered huskily; a clear sign that she was not done playing with you yet.

“Oh god,” you giggled and Nat laid you on your back.

“Oh yeah. Stay right there, don’t move. Mommy hasn’t had her fill just yet,” she winked before disappearing to her closet like she did the night before.

"As I promised, I'm gonna fucking ruin you," she said from her closet, her voice erupting butterflies in your belly.

“Oh, fuck. What have I gotten myself into?” you said to yourself aloud.

…

Stacy stomped her way through the lobby ignoring the quiet hellos from the employees of the building. She took the elevator straight up to the top floor as she always does before opening the door to the apartment. With a face of disgust and rage, she found and stared at her mother who was practically minding her business sitting in the kitchen with a plate full of leftover pasta in front of her.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Stacy spat.

Nat’s eyes instantly widened and her eyebrows raised higher than they ever did before.

“Your mother,” Nat responded coldly, standing up from her seat frighteningly calmly.

“You’re fucking disgusting. I can’t believe you would do something like that.”

“Do you mind telling what the issue is before running your mouth like a sailor?” Nat argued.

“I know what you’re doing so stop fucking pretending like you’re innocent!”

“Why don't you stop acting like a brat, and speak to me like an adult.”

“I know about you and Y/n. And you need to stop,” Stacy said.

Nat’s breathing stopped. Her chest began to tighten painfully and her eyes began to water. How could she have possibly found out, it only happened one night; and so long ago by now. She tried to speak but she couldn’t say anything. Did you know that she knew? God, she wanted vomit.

“I heard; a few weeks ago,” Stacy explained.

“Heard what?” Nat’s voice was barely audible.

“I heard you and her talking about what happened. You two slept together. Did you make her? Did you fucking hurt her?” Stacy walked closer to Nat as Nat backed away just a quickly afraid of what Stacy would do in her state of rage.

“It’s not like that,” she explained.

“'It’s not like that!' Really? That’s the best you could come up with?” Stacy yelled, deafeningly.

“Stacy, listen-”

“No, you listen! You’re gonna stay away from her. You’re never gonna go near her. You’re never gonna see her again. You’re going to pretend that she doesn’t exist. If you do, I tell every goddamn media outlet what a sleazy creepy perverted slut you are,” Stacy spat, as tears streamed down Nat’s emotionless expression.

Stacy grabbed her things once more before heading towards the door to go to your place.

“I love her,” Nat whispered.

“No. You don’t love her.”

“And for us, our relationship that we had, it’s over because manipulating my best friend into your little fucktoy was more important to you than your relationship with your own daughter,” Stacy said before leaving, not without slamming the door startling Nat.

Nat broke down once she was left alone. She lost it all; her happiness, the freedom, the love of her life, but most importantly, she lost her daughter. She lost the one thing in her life that kept her above water. Her only family, her only light. The one thing she knew she could rely on was gone. And she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get it back.

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You laid there in your bed, phone clutched firmly in your hand, sweaty, and a cramping hand between your sore thighs. Your breathing was quick just like it had been in the video that flooded way too many inappropriate memories assisting you in your ‘alone time’. You closed the app before turning off your phone; your mind feeling extra hazy unaware of time in that moment.

A sudden knock startled you enough to nearly jump out of bed. You scattered around looking for the garments you discarded before your ‘session’, stumbling out of your room to go open the front door. You already knew who it was supposed to be so why you were caught off guard is unclear.

“I got takeout,” Stacy smiled widely, holding two large bags of food.

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