#nwfs

Another disclamer I don’t judge anyones taste or preference this is just my point off view and how iI see the characters you do not need to like it, you don’t need even to read it so please if you want to comment do it kind like an opinion not critic of "that a bullshits you destroy the characters " is just smut in a book everyone see it how they want. Thank you.

So I'm personally very much on the side of the Wangxian vers fandom, mainly because you can't convince me that Lan Wangji didn't at least once think about taking Wei Wuxian inside him (especially since canon Wangji knows how to prepare for the act plus what to touch with his fingers so he must have tried that at least once most likely thinking about Wei Wuxian end have enough pleasure out of it to find every right spot) and then there's Wei Wuxian who I know is the biggest Bottom I've read and I know he deserves all the love and care he wants plus all of as love that images in all those chapters in the manhwa, however what I haven't seen anyone bring up after being in the fandom and reading the chapters with sex scenes in the novel and manhua several times is that Wei Wuxian gives power bottom vibes yes he really loves to be pressed to the mattress and handled but he does bring Lan Wangji up to that point and beyond, Wangji is naturally dominant but he's more of a service top he wouldn't cross a line but Wuxian pushes him into it to crosses it and he still leads him through the way he wants this because it complements itself so well that one does the action( Wangji) and one shows how ( Wuxian) and one thing that I would really like to see more of in the fics is this canon dynamic I feel like everyone describes Wangji as this complete dom when literally he just fulfills absolutely all of Wuxian's wishes without even a second thought and with that I would like to add how I see top Wuxian like maybe after about 5 years of marriage after Wei Wuxian was able with his brilliant mind to think of all the scenarios in which he could be taken maybe it occurred to him to be the one who takes his husband and maybe he ask Lan Wangji more serious how he leaned all that skills and from that conversation Wei Wuxian can't not stop thinking about his beautiful husband like that so they try and maybe Wei Wuxian become a little obsessed with how Lan Wangji looks în that position and after that they become vers (you can't not convins me that this to with all there every day is every day and an eternity together not tried this at one point , and we all new how much Wei Wuxian love to se Lan Wangji losing it and what better way)

But alfter this showing how i see the I realised just know and after reading a lot of fics that depending of the way they do it i think this are there prefrent positions

Tops wise

Lan Wangji love to take Wei Wuxian from behind and we see that canon because he can bend him easily

Wei Wuxian love to take Lan Wangji from the front and Wangji to be laind to the mattress just for been able to see all of Wangji’s expresion

Bottom wise

Wei Wuxian love to ride Lan Wangji and that canon because he love how deep it feels and he can control it

~~~

In just a few minutes we make it to the motel. It’s small but kinda cute; not as creepy as most motels. We enter the the building and are met with a young man with headphones on sitting at the front desk. Spencer gestures for me to get the room. I presume he’s thinking ‘your idea, you pay for it’.

“Hi, do you have any two-bed rooms available?” I ask politely. I’m met with the young man’s not so polite tone as he replies “No”.

Behind me the doctor asks, “Any rooms with a bed and a couch?”

“Nah dude,” says the man behind the desk.

I turn to Spencer and say, “I don’t know about you but I just wanna sleep. I don’t mind sharing a bed, do you?”

He clears his throat and shifts his weight. He’s nervous. “No I don’t really care,” he says, feigning indifference.

~~~

Next thing I know I’m standing in a small motel room with Dr. Spencer Reid.

It’s cozy and warm. The walls are a muted orange color and are covered in vintage posters. The bathroom is extremely small but at least it’s clean.

Neither of us planned on stopping on this trip so we didn’t have any clothes to change into. That is except for the complimentary robes. I take one out of the closet and look at it, debating wether or not to change into it. I was tempted for various reasons.

A) I didn’t wanna sleep in jeans, b) it’s very soft and fluffy, and c) I know it’ll only make Spencer more uncomfortable and part of me wants to see that.

He notices this and asks, “You’re not gonna change into that, are you?”

“Why not?” I reply, testing the waters.

The doctor gulps. “Well it’s weird enough that we have to share a bed and now you’re thinking of being half naked?”

“Oh please, Spence, it’s a robe and it’ll be tied. Besides it doesn’t have to be weird unless we make it weird.” I say as I walk into the bathroom to change.

“S-since when do you call me ‘Spence’?” he slightly shouts since I’m in the bathroom now with the door closed.

“What do you mean? Since now? I dunno,” I shout back.

“It’s just—” he starts just as I’m exiting the bathroom with my robe on. It’s shorter than I expected.

“Hmm?”

“It’s just that you never call me that. Only JJ does,” he continues. I notice he’s fidgeting with his fingers now.

“Well we’re friends, no? That’s what a friend would endearingly call you,” I reply walking towards him.

“We’re not friends,” he shoots back.

“We’re not?”

“No. I can’t stand you,”

I sigh dramatically as I plop onto the bed. “When are you gonna get over that, Spence?” I repeat the nickname to tease him further.

“Probably never,” he’s now standing in front of me with his arms crossed.

I smirk at him, enjoying how much I get on his nerves. But I change the subject, “You know, I highly suggest changing into the robe. It’s very comfy.”

He watches me caressing the soft robe on my body briefly before replying. “Now that would be fucking weird”.

I snicker, “Fine, suit yourself.”

~~~

We both make our best attempt at getting comfortable on the bed that frankly feels like a pile of bricks. Add to that the feat of trying to maintain distance on the bed and neither of us can catch any sleep.

At one point Spencer abruptly gets up with a groan and goes to put on the robe. The room is dark but I can see his tall figure stomping back to the bed. And I can’t help but laugh.

“What changed your mind?” I ask.

“This stupid bed is so uncomfortable I figured it would help” he huffs.

“Did it?”

“No,”

I laugh again; finding all this very entertaining.

“Don’t laugh!” he whines which only makes me laugh more.

“Shut up y/n. This was your shitty idea,”

“Hey it was a good idea! It’s not my fault the bed is absolute ass,” I object.

He turns to face me, “We could’ve kept driving!” he protests.

“You were practically falling asleep!” I shout back.

“We could’ve switched,”

“I was falling asleep too,”

He scoffs, “Then how do you know I was falling asleep if you were falling asleep yourself?”

“Because I know! You always doubt me no matter what I say, God”. I turn to lay on my back.

“I don’t always doubt you and when I do it’s with good reason,” he replies.

Starting to get genuinely irritated I abruptly prop yourself up on my right elbow and face him once more. “According to who? You? Jesus Christ you’re pretentious”.

“Y/n I’ve been doing this longer than you so I think I meet the requirements to pass on that kind of judgment.” he says condescendingly, which only pisses me off more.

“Oh please! Bullshit. You’re just bitter because someone finally challenges your intellect. The pretty boy genius feels threatened by me.” I counter, now practically shouting in his face.

Spencer let’s out a loud sarcastic laugh. “Please, don’t make me laugh. In what world would you be a threat to me?”

“Just because I don’t go around giving people statistics just to flex doesn’t mean my intellect isn’t a threat to you.”

He scoffs. And I begin to mock him, quoting one of his various spews of knowledge. He tells me to stop but I obviously don’t listen.

“Y/n shut up,”

I do the opposite.

“Y/n shut the hell up! You are a nuisance.”

“Or what Doc? You’ll bore me to death with another statistic? Oh wait my mistake, that’s statistically not possible”. I continue to mock and tease him, genuinely enjoying how much I irritate him but also getting even for being such a dick.

“Y/n I swear to god if you don’t shut up in the next two seconds I’ll—" I cut him off with a swift motion only centimeters away from his face, nearly getting on top of him.

“You’ll what, Reid? Are you gonna make me?”

This wasn’t a rhetorical question. And I realized the fact only after saying it. I was actually expecting something from him, but I’m not sure what exactly.

His face starts to get even more red, the vein on his forehead makes an appearance as he clenches his jaw; never breaking eye contact. He looks like he’s holding something back. That only makes me want to challenge him further. So I say, “Tell me Dr. Reid, what are you gonna do to me?”

He’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling. He looks like he wants to say something but softly shakes his head and next thing I know he’s flipped me over and now he’s on top of me, fully.

I can’t help but widen my eyes in utter surprise, for multiple reasons. In the time I’ve known Spencer Reid I’ve never seen this look on him. This mixture of lust and anger. His eyes filled with hunger darting in between my eyes and lips. I get the feeling that this is something he’s been longing to do; and quite frankly I’ve been waiting for him to.

He has my arms pinned above my head, exhibiting a strength that also caught me off guard. He gets so close to my face our lips graze with every small movement he makes, each almost touch sending shivers down my spine. He whispers, “I think you’ve vastly underestimated me y/n. You ask me that not fully understanding precisely what I would do to you. You see you have this irritating little attitude that I’d gladly fuck out of you. And if you keep on teasing me constantly I might just have to”.

Holy shit, I think to myself. That’s the moment in which I realize that this is what I wanted from him. I notice the wetness building up in my underwear but I don’t really know when exactly it started.

Spencer leans into my ear this time and whispers, “All you have to do, is say the words ‘fuck me’. And you’ll be a nice girl and say please.”

That was all I needed. Once he was facing me again I didn’t think twice about saying, “Please, fuck me”. Instantly his lips crashed into mine, or the other way around, I couldn’t really tell. He let go of my wrists to wrap his arms around my waist, slightly lifting me off the bed. I reciprocated by wrapping mine around his neck, pushing my body into his.

Our lips and tongues were entangled in such a euphoric way that I had to hold back some moans. I didn’t dare give him that satisfaction just yet.

After about thirty seconds his hands have made their way to the tie of my robe, quickly undoing it. Once it’s untied he rips it off me and throws it across the room with a low growl. He takes a moment to take in the sight of me nearly naked in his grasp.

“No bra huh?” He says between heave breaths.

I simply smirk at him in response and he gives me a crooked grin in return. With a look in his eye I could only describe as a little kid at a toy store.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

He soon starts to kiss and suck on my neck and chest, desperately wanting to feel every inch of my body with his mouth.

I somehow managed to breathe out, “You better not mark me anywhere visible”

He replies in between kisses, “I’ll mark you where I please”. Which undeniably turned me on more.

Seeing Spencer assert such dominance was so foreign to me. But I loved to see the contrast between him with others and him with me, behind closed doors.

He makes his way down my chest and onto my breasts. He slows down now, slowly peppering kisses on my left boob whilst gently fondling with the right one. He then switches to licking circles around my areola. This time I couldn’t resist throwing my head back and letting out a moan.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath and continues to do his work. He teases me, not touching my nipple just yet. I groan, feeling a knot forming in my pussy. I grip the bed sheets with one hand and his hair with another, arching my back.

He looks up at me and glibly says, “Easy princess, or I’ll tease you more.”

A string of cuss words play out in my head, frustrated because he’s teasing me and I like it.

He then starts to lightly nibble and suck on my nipple. Which makes me moan louder this time. He begins to do it more aggressively and then he stops abruptly. My eyes which were previously closed shoot him a glare and he just smirks, looking up at me. And he begins the whole process again on my right boob.

This motherfucker.

As I grow impatient I quickly start to pull off his robe but he grabs my wrist with just one hand and holds them above my head once more.

In a mixture of moans and groans I spit out a “Fuck you,” And he bites my nipple in response, making me arch my back even more.

Once he’s finished with my breasts and my nipples are slightly sore he comes back up to kiss me once more. I couldn’t believe it was possible but this time with even more desperation. He pulls me up and sits me on his lap and I instinctively begin to grind on him. For the first time I feel his member and it’s rock solid. I untie his robe and he takes it off and throws it like the last one. His hands find their way to my ass and he rubs and squeezes. I leave wet trails from behind his ear and through his neck as my hands wander the muscle around his back and chest. He’s not exactly carved up but I don’t care.

I grind on him harder now, increasing my own pleasure and a whimper escapes his lips. The sweet sound only makes me want to grind harder but he suddenly grabs my hips and stops me.

“This feels good for me and I know it does for you too but tonight only I can give you pleasure. Understood?” he says in my ear.

I nod my head but he squeezes my hips harder and says, “Use your words, princess”. He unexpectedly cups my pussy with one of his hands and begins to rub; making it difficult for me to muster up any words.

“I said, use your words,” he’s fully aware of what he’s doing and he’s relishing every second of it. His lips twitch upwards in a devilish grin. Meanwhile I can hardly keep my eyes open.

“I-I understand,” I muster up.

Spencer tugs on my panties, “Good girl,”

“I hate you,” I say but don’t really mean it.

“I hate you more,” he says not meaning it either just before pushing me back down on the bed and then slithering down my body. He leaves wet kisses from my chest, down my stomach and up my thighs. He bites them hard then licks the spots to sooth them. Meanwhile my pussy is throbbing, if it could talk it’d be screaming for him to fuck it already.

He pulls my panties down with his teeth, never breaking eye contact. Once I’m completely exposed to him he parts my legs to get the best view. He lets out a soft chuckle; he seems amused and pleased.

“All this wetness—” before he finishes that sentence he runs two fingers up my labia and my breath hitches at my throat. “Just for me,” he says just before putting his fingers in his mouth and savoring my juices.

“Fuck Spencer,” escapes my lips in the form of a moan. I’m in complete awe at how this man manages to drive me crazy in every sense of the word.

“Do you mean, fuck me Spencer?”

“You already made me say it once,”

He pressed his thumb against my clit, “I can make you say it again,”.

I throw my head back and groan. “I want you to fuck me Spencer, please!”

He smiles, “Not yet,”

He begins to lick my outer labia, slowly. Making sure not to touch my clit just yet. A mix of curses, moans and groans of annoyance escape my mouth as I fully lay back on the bed, clutching the sheets.

He goes around my outer labia with his tongue shifting between stiff and soft and works his way inward, still not touching my clit. And then the first lick to my clit.

Moan.

Second lick.

Louder moan.

Third lick.

“Fucking shit Spencer just eat me out,” I blurt out.

He inserts one finger inside of me and starts to gently pump in and out. “Why so desperate to have me eat you out y/n? Does my tongue feel good on your pretty pussy?”

My breath gets quicker as his finger curls inside me reaching the right spots. How he can give me what I want whilst denying me of it, I don’t know.

“It feels so good!” I cry out.

Spencer genuinely can’t help but smile, he’s enjoying torturing me this way. “Good girl,” he says and next thing I know his mouth is engulfing my pussy. Godlike doesn’t begin to describe it.

The soft moans turn into cries of pleasure and I don’t give a shit who hears them. I can’t help all my movements so he wraps his arms around my thighs and holds them in place. His tongue swirls on my pussy like he’s drawing the most beautiful picture. My folds are his canvas and his tongue is his pencil.

I can’t believe it but I’m already close to finishing. The doctor is performing spells on me, spells I’ve never experienced with anyone else. He pauses to say, “I want you to look at me when you cum princess.”

Being obedient I prop myself up on my elbows and try to maintain eye contact with him whilst my eyes automatically close constantly due to the state of absolute bliss.

The pressure is building up now. “I’m so close!”

He switches from swirls around my inner labia to focusing solely on my clit with a stiff tongue. And in less than ten seconds I was melting in his mouth. The most electrifying wave rides over me and I cry out in pure ecstasy. My body begins to shake and my legs try to snap closed but he keeps them in place, still looking up at me.

He takes in all my juices and gently swirls his tongue in me as I ride out my orgasm. Whilst I’m in a haze. Once it’s over he gives me a few seconds to recover.

“You okay?” He lays down next to me.

“Mhm” I respond, still heavy breathing; as is he.

After a minute of catching my breath I turn to him to find he’s staring at me with a smirk on his face, again.

“What’s got you smiling at me so much all of the sudden?” I ask, crawling towards him.

“Nothing, just the sight of you moaning because of me. I’d much rather hear that than your constant bickering” he says.

I move over to his waist and say, “Yeah well it’s my turn to shut you up now,”

“I agree,” he says as he’s standing up from the bed. He takes my hand and leads me towards him. He grabs my face and kisses me briefly, then gently pushes me down on my knees.

“I wanna see you on your knees sucking my cock,” he says.

I smile at him and go along with it, looking forward to hearing more of his whimpers. I pull down his underwear which are plastered with precum. His member falls out nearly hitting me in the face. Not that I care too much about size, but it’s big.

I worry for a second about how it’ll fit but push the thought out of my mind.

I begin to lick the tip, making him inhale sharply and shut his eyes closed. I kiss and gently suck on just the tip of it. Then I start to suck harder and he caresses the top of my head, fingers tangled in my hair. After a while I take in the rest of him bit by bit; unable to take in all of it though. Various cuss words along with groans escape his lips. And once I settle into a steady rhythm I abruptly back away and stop sucking, causing him to whimper again.

Yes.

Once he realizes what I did his eyes snap open and he snarls. “Don’t tease me like that,”

“Payback’s a bitch,” I say with a mischievous grin looking up at him.

“You’ll stop sucking my cock when I tell you to,” he says whilst holding my chin.

“Yes Doctor,” I say with the sneaking suspicion he’d like it. And I was right, he bit his lip.

I resumed sucking his dick, this time picking up the pace. He held my hair in a ponytail and pulled it. I noticed his knees were getting weak.

“Shit y/n, you’re doing so good.” He moaned.

I knew he was close, his breathing got louder and heavier. And then he pulled himself out of my mouth making a pop noise. “As much as I’d love to cum in your mouth, I’d rather cum inside you tonight”

He pulls me up and throws me on the bed again, rougher this time. He begins to dig through his pants, presumably for a condom. But I stop him and say, “I’m on birth control,”. This must’ve been like music to his ears because he practically pounces me.

He attacks my lips with sloppy kisses, entangling his hands in my hair once more. He then reached down to rub my pussy, which is once again dripping wet for him. He then grabs his member and begins to stick it in with caution. He looks up at me to make sure I’m okay and even though it hurts a little bit I nod to let him know I’m okay. He slowly inserts it in completely and I wince in pain.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, I told you I want you to fuck me,” I say, not caring about the pain.

He hesitates but begins to thrust. We both moan almost in unison. He repositions himself upward, holding my legs up, slowly picking up pace.

After a while I say, “S-speed is g-good, harder.”

“You sure princess?” He asks.

“Yes!” I exclaim and so he doesn’t hold back. He thrust harder with a new force and every time it goes deeper it hits my g-spot. Soon enough we’re both a mess of moans and groans, cries and curses; calling out each other’s names. He lowers himself to get a better hold of me with one hand and choke me with the other.

He places a wet, long kiss on my lips before saying, “Cum for me princess,”

And just like that, like an act of magic, the familiar pressure builds up and releases through my body with a very loud “Oh fuck!”

My body convulses like the last time which makes Spencer reach his orgasm. A loud moan leaves his body along with his cum which fills me and begins to ooze out of my folds.

He gives me one last kiss on the lips before falling next to me on the bed; we’re both exhausted.

I start to giggle, “Holy shit,”

“What?” He breaths out.

“You just fucked me,”

He smirks proudly, “Yeah,”

“Eh, I give it a solid 5/10,” I tease.

“What!?” he exclaims and we both start to laugh.

“You’ve really gotten under my skin y/n.” He says once the laughter dies down. Somehow I know he’s not just referring to how much I irritate him.

“Yeah well you literally just got under mine.” I joke once more which makes us both laugh again.

“I hate you,” he says once again, not really meaning it.