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mommy kink spencer<3 kinda part 2 to roomate reader x spencer btw guys im imagining s1-s2 spence with ts beacause (for me, at least) that's the best version of him !! ofc u can imagine any other version, if i make more parts i might refrence an episode or smth tho. BUT ANYWHO hi anon :D ty for the request !! icl i thought about adding spencer accidentally callin' you mommy in the last one but i've never wrote that into smut before and i figured he'd been tortured enough poor thing:,( but hes just too cute i can't help ittttt i need him omfg OKAY anyway im doing it now !!

cw mommy kink ofc, maybe slight humiliation /degrading, praise, whiny nerdy spencerrrrr, handjobs, petnames (i forgot that one last time mbmb) sorry if its ooc + sorry if reader doesn't rlly have a personality, edging, 'goodboy', begging, buns af

it had been several days since that night on the couch. you and spencer had yet to talk about it, and everything seemed normal. it was almost as if it didn't happen. until tonight, he'd gotten back from a long case and slumped onto the couch. you perked up at the sound of him in your shared apartment, and went out to greet him. "hi spence, how was work?" he groaned in response. "that good, huh?" he chuckled a bit at your words.

you put some water on the stove to boil to make tea for him. the silence is thick, usually after work he'd at least tell you he didn't wanna talk. you get lost in thought; was being intimate with spencer really that bad of an idea? you pour the water into a pug and place the teabag in it.

"here, i made you some tea." you state. he hums and looks up at you. you almost blush at the fact he's sitting in the same seat where just last week he'd given you one of the best orgasms of your life. your finger brushes his as he takes the mug from you.

"thanks." you nod, unable to swallow the worry at the tone of his voice.

"are you uhm.. okay?" he nods unconvincingly. "spencer, baby, what's wrong?" he perks up at the petname, flushing a little. you study his face, he purposefully avoids your eyes. you tip his chin up with your index finger. "hm? i asked you a question." once he looks up at you, you retract your hand and sit down by him.

"well.." he stops to collect himself. "i've just had a bad day and was uh.. thinking about uh.." he pauses again, gulping down his worries. "can we do what we did last time again?" he asks quietly.

"aww, that's what you've been so scared to say?" you chuckle, and he merely looks down and fidgets with the sleeve of his sweater. you place your hand atop his knee, making him inhale sharply at your touch. "if you want to, of course we can." he smiles. "but, you need to tell me exactly what you want, okay?" you command.

his brows draw together. "i want uhm.. i want you to take care of me, like last time. i've just had a bad day and you- you always make it better.. but- but we don't even have to do anything like that if you don't want to !"

"is that what you want, to not do anything?" he shakes his head nervously. "okay, i asked you to tell me exaaactlyy what you want me to do, and i'll do it."

"i want you to touch me." he admits.

"touch you? but i already am touching you?" you push your hand from his knee to thigh for emphasis. he shivers under your touch.

he takes you hand and drags it to the hem of his slacks. you pull at the waistband, pulling it down. he pushes himself up with his hands a bit so you can slid his pants down. you slid them down to just above his knee, where you can see all of his plaid boxers. and his bulge. he whines, begging you to continue undressing him and touch his oh-so pretty cock.

you feel yourself grow wet at the sound. so, you push his boxers down too. he looks at you expectantly (and pathetically). you spit in your hand and wrap it around his erection. you slowly begin to pump him. he lets out a low sound in the back of his throat.

you start speeding up a bit and he thrusts up into your warm hand. you take your clean hand and rack your fingers thru his coffee-brown hair, he whines when a tangle gets caught between your fingers, pulling his hair.

you continue at the same pace and rhythm for several minutes, until his breathing become rapid and pitchy. "hah- please please please." he begs softly.

when it's clear he's close, you pause all of your movements. "no no no please fuck- i've- i've been a good boy for you though? hah- please i need it." his hip buck into the air aimlessly and he whimpers loudly. when it's clear he won't immediately cum at the return of your movements, you go back to stroking him. it doesn't take long for him to start fucking up into you hand.

"you have been a good boy for me. you've held out longer than last time, i just need a little more patients from you spence." you murmur.

"i- i tried doing it to myself." he whines out.

"doing what?"

"st-stopping before i came.. so i could do it for longer next time."

you tilt your head at him, "so, how long were you able to go for?"

he blushes, "not long at all.."

again, when it's clear he's becoming close: he moans & whimpers loudly, he curses, he calls out your name, and his hips buck uncontrollably; you stop. "no! please please i can't- i can't take it please please mommy plea-" he gasps, realizing what he's called you. he freezes, and you see his bottom lip tremble, as if he's about to start crying.

"it's okay spence, you didn't do anything wrong." you soothe, knowing there must be thoughts of all of the possible worse scenarios running through his head right now. he shrinks into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "aww. it's okay baby, you can call me that if you want. you can call me whatever you want.

"but.. is that not w-weird?" he asks softly.

"it's okay, it doesn't weird me out or make me uncomfortable." as if to punctuate your sentence, you resume the handjob. he whines into you, his breath fanning across your neck, raising goosebumps.

"please mommy please let me finish." he cries out. "i need it so bad."

you tighten your grip around his cock just a little, and speed up too. his hip buck, chasing the pleasure. he lets out a loud moan and bites your neck, not hard, but there.

"m' gonna cum.. please please mommy can i? please fuck- hah- mommy it's too much." you chuckle and kiss his head.

"yeah baby, finish for me, finish for mommy." you say, and with your permission, he does. "such a goodboy, huh? asking for permission and everything." you continue jerking him off, letting him ride his orgasm until he can't anymore. eventually, he slumps against you.

"what about- what about you?" he says finally. you shake your head.

"that was all about you, spencer, you're too tired. next time, okay?" he smiles softly.

cw smut (no piv), lowercase intended, lowkey buns+no real plot, edging, sub!spencer, praise, oral (f recieving), maybe spelling/grammer errors, dacraphillia (crying spencer), idk first post (other than one i deleted bc it sucked.)

i'm new at this so advice/comments/interaction in general would be appreciated but do what u want ofc, i need ideas so feel free to request anything u want with spencer idk if i'll write for other characters n stuff rn bc im fixated on him atm

  after his mom advised him to look for a roommate, so he’s not alone, spencer put up flyers around the area. the advertisement looked too good to be true: a neat male who’s often out of town for work. though you were sceptical, you still applied. and when you did, he immediately accepted you. 

 you and spencer, over the course of the past few weeks, had become close friends. before, you two didn’t interact much; roommates don’t always have time for hanging out. but after you two bonded over a book you both liked, he seemed to find more time to talk to you. he didn’t understand it, the almost gravitational pull he felt towards you. sure, he’d felt attraction before, but not like this. it was deeper than a purely aesthetic attraction. around you, spencer felt safe. you always listened to his rambles about the nerdy things he liked, even asking questions and probing him to talk more. 

the two of you sat a comfortable distance away from each other on your shared couch, watching doctor who. “97 of the episodes were actually lost between 1967 and 1978.” he informed you.

“really? how can an episode ‘get lost’?” he gave a small smile at your question.

“well, during that time shows were seen as more of a temporary thing, like a play. so, because of that, and the lack of budget, the bbc would reuse tapes. wiping the tapes of previous episodes to make room for new ones. most of the affected episodes were of the first and second doctors. and, some have been animated or reconstructed!” he faltered when he noticed your eyes on him. you held eye contact. he blinked at you and looked down to his lap, blushing. 

“sorry, i’m talking too much, aren’t i?” his voice was quiet.

you simply shook your head. “never.” he looked back up, his eyes unsure if they would meet yours or look away. 

“most- uh.. most people say i talk a lot, or, more accurately, that i bring up unneeded facts at awkward times. so i just- can- can you tell me if i ever annoy you? please?” his voice is soft, not that his voice isn’t always soft and calm, but it’s more like he’s nervous. 

you pause, unsure how to proceed. you put your hand on his shoulder. “it’s okay.” you say gently. his eyebrows draw together. spencer opens his mouth to say something, but closes it again, unsure. you tilt your head slightly, in an attempt to encourage him to say what he was going to say.

“you’re.. you’re so kind. i really- i really uh..” he pauses, swallowing. “i enjoy your company a lot.” he decides to say.

you chuckle softly. “i like you too, spencer.” his eyes widened a bit. 

  he, driven by sheer need, grabs you by the sides of your face and kisses you straight in your mouth. once he realized what he was doing he jumped back. “ah! i- i’m so so so sorry. oh my god. i didn’t- “ you place your hand that’s not on his shoulder on his cheek and pull him closer to you. he lets out a small noise from the back of his throat at your actions. your noses are touching, and his honey brown eyes are zipping between your eyes and lips, unsure of what to do. he swallows hard and tilts his head slightly, making it where your lips are barely grazing his.

 finally, the tension becomes too much for you and you push your lips onto his. he inhales sharply through his nose, kissing you back. his hand snakes around to the back of your neck. you moan into him, he takes this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

 the one time spencer kissed someone (lila) before now, it had been intense and wet. taking this as his only experience, he safely assumed that that’s what girls like. you push your leg onto his a bit, so you’re halfway in his lap. you gently tug at his hair, and he lets out a sharp whimper, that makes arousal begin to pool in your panties. he pulls back a bit, clearly embarrassed. his eyes darted back to his lap. you scratch at his scalp softly, in a quiet attempt at soothing him. “spencer.” your voice is low.

“yeah?” he looks back up at you.

“do you want to continue?” you ask.

he gives you a slightly confused look. “yes. i just- i’m sorry i can try to be quieter i didn’t mean to-” you place a gentle kiss on his cheek, effectively shutting him up. 

“no, i wanna hear you. it’s cute.” he opens his mouth to reply, but you take this as an opportunity to kiss him again. this time, you deepen the kiss. your tongues dance around each other. he whines into your mouth and you feel him begin to harden under your thigh. you smile and hook your leg all the way over his, straddling him. he lets out a pathetically loud sound at that. you pull back a bit, for air, but he whines, his lips chasing yours. you chuckle at his neediness. you both pant into each other. you tilt your head and in for a more chaste, closed mouth kiss. less in a show of affection, and more just to tease the extremely hot squirming nerd under you.

 “please?” he whines, desperate for more. you kiss him again, intense, warm, and open mouthed, swayed by his cute plea. you swirl your tongue around his, reveling at the low sounds he makes. you stay connected like this for what feels like hours, but is likely only several minutes. when you finally separate, you’re both panting, with puffy, saliva covered lips and chests rising and falling at the speed of light. you both take a moment to breathe. 

just as you’re about to dip down for more, he begins pressing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. some sweet and innocent, and others well.. less innocent. he bites into the crook of your neck, sucking at it harshly. then, he presses soft kisses onto the new bruise, as if to apologize. he peppers kisses back up your neck and to your jaw, and finally onto your lips. you connect your mouths again, and his hips stutter upwards, begging for friction.

   through his slacks, the tip of his cock catches on the hood of your clit, in just the right way. you groan and rock against him slowly. he pulls away and goes back to making out with your neck. you roll your hips downward onto his, and he whines into your skin. your hand racks through his hair and the pace of your hips increases. his hands grip at your waist, dragging you down onto him. he rolls his hips up, chasing the friction, and the warm coil that begins to appear in his lower stomach. you moan and arch your back, pressing your chest into his. he curses quietly. he’s achingly hard, and with the way you’re grinding down onto him he feels like his release could come any second. he whimpers loudly at the friction. 

   you grin at the beauty of the sound you’ve probed from him. you can tell he’s close, because he’s a whimpering mess. so, as any other logical and incredibly horny woman would do, you stop all of your movement, hovering just above him. 

“hnn- no no no no please please, i’ve been so good for you haven’t i? please please fuck- hah-” spencer whines out, in such a cute way you almost agree. you shake your head, denying him of cumming. it’s so incredibly pathetic, a grown man reduced to a whimpering mess, begging to cum his pants from just a bit of kissing and humping. his head falls back against the couch with a disappointed sound. “so pretty, baby..” you coo, cradling his face. “you’re so pretty, you know that spencer?” you rake your hands through his now sweaty hair. he looks up at you with big round eyes, just begging you to let him make a mess of himself.

“can- can i uh, uhm..” his voice is shaky, as if he could cry from the humiliation alone.

“can you, what baby? hm? use your big-boy words, genius.” you taunt.

he whines, his eyes unable to meet yours. “please.. can i uhm make you uh finish.” he tries.

  “it’s so cute how you can’t even say the word ‘cum’. but how so? hm? how are you gonna make me cum, spence?” he has to suppress a whimper at the humility, combined with the use of the sweet nickname. 

“i wanna uhm cunnilingus you.” he says quietly.

the choice of words has you giggling, your hand going back to playing with his hair. “sweet boy, no one says ‘cunnilingus’.” you pause, seeing his panicked expression. “oh, but you didn’t do anything wrong!” you assure him. “it’s just more common to say “eat out”, or even oral.” 

his eyes search yours as he tries to ignore the pain of how hard he is, on his own, he’d never really edge himself or really masturbate much at all. “can i then?” 

“can you what, spencer?” you ask, feigning innocence. he gulps.

his hands tighten a bit around your waist as he builds courage to ask you to do such a thing.

“i want to eat you out. please please please? only if you’re comfortable of course but i- i’ve never uh done that before. but i’ve read about it, so i want to try. please i’ll be- i’ll be so good i promise. you can tell me if im doing it wrong and i’ll stop and fix it. please i want to taste you.” he begs.

  you nod. “okay.” he brightens at your approval, immediately picking you up a bit and standing. he places you in the seat he was sitting in. you’re a bit surprised at how easy it was for him to manhandle you like that. he kneels before you, his eyes staring at your clothed crotch. “spencer.” you say, getting his attention.

“yeah? i can- do you not want me to or i-” you sit up a bit.

“i do, i do, i was just going to ask that you not touch yourself while you do it, okay? i want you to be so patient for me, okay?” he nods eagerly. you slid your sweats off and threw them to the floor, leaving you in just your gray boy shorts. he gulps at both the reality of the situation and the wet splotch on your underwear.

“is that all because of me?” he asks. you nod shyly in response. he smiles and presses gentle kisses to your inner thighs. his large hands spread your legs a bit, enough so that he has access to you at least. he licks a long wet strip from your inner thigh to the edge of your panties, before  he slowly pulls them off of you. he notes the way they stick to you a bit before they slide down. he spends a few seconds oogleing your bare pussy. then, he takes two of his fingers and spreads your folds a bit, so he can find your clit. you inhale sharply at the new sensation. “sorry.” he whispers mindlessly.

  “you didn’t do anything wrong spe- fuck!” you trail off as he swirls his tongue directly over your clit. he watches your reaction carefully. it seems to be positive, so he continues. he tongue-kisses your clit. you moan softly at the feeling. goes down a bit to your hole, experimentally pushing his tongue inside of you. he remembers reading about how different women prefer different things, some preferring vaginal stimulation and vice versa. you clench around him, and  he takes this as a good sign. he pushes a little deeper, curling his tongue as much as he can. then, he removes himself and looks up at you. “can i- can i use my fingers? inside?” he asks. you nod. he replaces where his tongue just was with his fingers, pushing them in and out of you, curling them deep in you. he uses his mouth on your clit, sucking at it with rigor. after some time of this your whines begin to pick up in volume.

at the sound of your pleasure in his ears, and the taste of you on his tongue, he can feel pre-cum flood his boxers. “fuck! doing- you’re doing so good spencer.” you praise, making him moan into you, the vibration only amplifying your pleasure. your thighs clench around his head and you begin to babble nonsensical things to him. well- he’s unsure if you’re not making sense or if he’s too pussydrunk to comprehend anything. you pull on his hair, and he loudly whines on your clit, making you clench around his fingers. he wants to be good for you, he’s desperate to make you cum.

 the heat in your lower stomach begins to become too much, and you can feel your release crashing down on you. he works you through it as you call out his name. you pull his head away from you by the hair, but clench down onto his face, as if you’re unsure whether to run from the pleasure or chase it. he slurps at your cum as it flows onto his face.

   you pant and study his face. the bottom portion of his face is covered in your wet arousal. “sorry..” he stutters out, making you tilt your head to the side.

“for?”

he covers his lap. looking down in shame. “i didn’t touch myself, i was good for you but i- i still..” he sniffles. “i came my pants..” he admits quietly. you take his face in your hands, caressing his cheek.

“it’s okay baby, you didn’t mean to.” you coo.

“so you’re not mad or anything?” he asks, looking up at you with teary eyes. you chuckle.

“no, spencer, i’m not mad at you at all.” you run your fingers through his tangled brown hair.  “you were such a good boy for me.” he whines at both your touch and your words. you go to move your hand but he takes one of his hands off of his lap, and pulls you back into his hair. he holds onto your wrist, and you notice he’s already half-hard again. “come up here, sit by me.” you tell him.

  he nods and does as he’s told. you trace your fingernails over his thigh. his hips buck upward at your feather-light touch. “so sensitive..” you murmur. he whines in response. 

“please..” he cries.

“please, what?” 

“touch me. please please please i need it so bad. i need you so so bad.”

 you smile at his words and run your fingertips over his clothed erection. he hisses sharply. you pull down his pants a bit; his cock hits his lower stomach as it bounces free. the tip is red and angry, covered in both his cum and pre-cum. he looks up at you with teary, needy eyes. 

slowly, you begin to stroke him. almost immediately, a string of curses and whimpers falls from spencer, and his eyebrows knit together. you lazily move your hand up and down, not needing to spit on your hand or anything from how wet he already was. he thrusts up into your hand, needing more speed and friction. at this, you pull your hand back. “no no please please i’ll be still i’ll be still, i promise.” he begs. you squint your eyes at him sceptically, and wrap your hand back around him. his thighs shake as he forces himself to stay still. you speed up slightly and watch his face contort into an ‘o’ shape as you do. he looks so beautiful like this, his hair a mess, eyes pinched shut, sweat rolling down his forehead; you imagine how he’d look under you as you’d bounce on his cock with his glasses sliding down his nose. heat begins to pool in his lower stomach, and his cock twitches in your grasp. he lets out a pathetic moan and his body betrays him as his hips jolt upward, chasing the pleasure of your hand. you pause your movement again, denying him of his release.

  “hah- i’m sorry. please please.” he whines. tears begin to actually fall from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. he sniffles as he begins to truly cry, it seems you’ve broken him… you rub his thigh gently in a soothing manner. but, it’s more so just teasing him. he cries out your name like a mantra, over and over again as he sobs. 

  “aww.. poor baby, i’m sorry. do you wanna cum?” he nods his head frantically. “hm. okay spence, i’ll let you cum now, you’ve been so patient for me. i just can’t help myself when you look so cute begging me like this.” you tell him.  then, you wrap your hand back around him and stroke him mercilessly. 

  you start at the pace you’d stopped at, just when his release was about to hit him like a freight train. it’s too much; his voice cracks as a moan rips out of him. he pants and curls into you, his head landing on your shoulder.

  “i’ve been- i’ve been a good boy, right?” he asks, clearly in an attempt to get you to call him ‘your good boy’.

  you chuckle a bit, “yeah spencer, you’ve been such a good boy for me.” at that, he groans and you feel his cock twitch several times before spurting cum all over your hand and his stomach. 

 “thank you thank you- thank you so much.” he whines out. you simply stroke his hair (with your clean hand), and whisper sweet nothings to him.