#raye-oflight

Before your friends drag you to the dance floor you quickly whip out your phone to give your probably too overprotective boyfriend a status update, but after everything he’s been through you couldn’t blame him, he needed you safe.

Me: *hey baby, at the club now, don’t wait up ok? Love you ❤️*

You hit send and wondered how he would read that.. don’t wait up.. you only meant that you weren’t gonna worry about anything right now and you’ll be home when you’ll be home..

Me: *I mean I’m gonna have fun ok, don’t worry about me please*

Send. He wasn’t controlling, not in the slightest, he just worried, he couldn’t live if anything ever happened to you, and of course he feels like it’s his job to protect you, he’s not only in love with you, you were also quite a bit younger then him, you didn’t have the life experience he did.

Spence <3: *have fun angel ❤️ what club are you at? If you need absolutely anything, call me*

Uhg you miss him, he was all alone at his apartment.. you could be there with him..

Me: *starlight*

- that was the only thing you managed to send him before your friends grabbed you and started pushing you all through the crowd, getting right into the middle of all the dancing and chaos

“NO MORE TEXTING ONLY DANCING” your friend manages to scream just loud enough for you to be able to hear her over how insanely loud this club is, you laugh and let lose, she’s right you wanted to have fun!

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Starlight

Spencer sits at home on his couch, and thinks about that club, thinks about anything negative he’s ever heard about that club, thinks about if any victims have mentioned it, he can’t stop thinking. Thinking about guys seeing her there, guys watching her dance, trying to talk to her, dance with her, hurt her, who knows.. he does, he knows, he’s spent long enough analyzing these types of men, in these situations. But she’s smart, she’s studying forensic psychology, he’s told her enough stories, she should know signs of trouble… his mind goes back to her text- Starlight

Just starlight, nothing els, no, thank you, no, of course.

God his mind is exhausting him, just stop worrying she’s fine.

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It took like 10 mins on the dance floor for you to be ready to be off it, who knew 21 you and 22 you would be so different, you a year ago would have to be dragged off that dance floor, but god was that tiring. You were about to text Spence again, but you didn’t have your phone… where was your phone.. then you’re interrupted by a man calling for you, you look over to it and actually recognize who’s behind the voice, it’s a friend from school, you share a class. You go over to him, he has a couple other guys with him who you don’t recognize, but who cares.

“Hey Darren! Funny seeing you here” you say sitting on a stool next to him

“I didn’t know you went out, you seem like such an inside girl” he says with a smile, very obviously under the influence

“Yo you want to take a shot with us??” One of his other friends shouts up from a chair lower to the ground

“Oh no I’m alright, thank you tho” you politely wave your hand, you were actually sobering up at this point but you know not to except drinks from a rando.

“Oh cmon, you’re not even drunk” Darren pushes

“I’m fine, really”

“Okayyy if you sayyyy sooooo” he says sing songy

On the other end of the club one of your friend feels a buzz in their back pocket, they grab it out to then realize it’s your phone, she took it when they grabbed you to go dance earlier. Curiosity gets the best of her and she reads the latest message

Spence <3: *Hey baby how are you? I know you told me not to worry but I can’t help it. This is the last check in I’ll ask for, promise*

Hmm.. she presses the camera button, and takes a pic of you at the bar top with your friend Darren, it was completely harmless she thought, she gave him an update for you.

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When Spencer’s phone buzzes with the picture of you and some guy, taken without your knowledge, that was enough for him, he’s out the door in not even a minute, on his way to that club. Aw man the line outside to get in is so long noooo.. he just flashes his badge to the bouncer, “I’m Dr Reid with the FBI, I need to get in there”

When he enters he immediately wants to get you and get out, this is a nightmare. He already has a migraine and he’s been there all of two seconds. He spots your friend, the one who took the pic, he didn’t know that of course

“Dr. Reid wat are yo doing in her” she says with a slur

“Where is she?” He says still scanning the area

“Here her phon, you got the pictur right?” He takes your phone from her, scoffs and puts it in his own pocket

“I got a picture yes, you took it?”

“I’m a photographer” she says with a half ass salut, which would be kind of funny if he wasn’t only focused on your whereabouts. Scanning the room again, thinking of where the bar top would be from this location, like how it was in the picture. He sees you, and all the tension in his body loosens a bit. You’re still just having a casual conversation about how your writing professor is an ass, until you feel a hand on your back, you startle a bit and turn to see whoever touched you, but oh!

“Hi my love!!” You have the biggest smile, you look more excited to see him now then you’ve ever been

“Hello” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead “Where’s your phone sweetheart?” He says in a taunting voice. You move your hands around your pockets searching for it, confused when you realize you don’t know, till you see your phone, in his hand. You look up at him with a surprised look.

“Wait what are you even doing here right now” you ask

“I got an off guard picture of you from your own phone, had to check it out” he hands you your phone and you open it to see a picture of you, and a stupid drunk selfie from your friend, the one who had your phone. You roll your eyes and look up at him again

“I’m ready to go” you then stand up and turn back to Darren. You go in for a meaningless side hug, but Darren pulls you in for a real one, and looks at Spencer with a smirk. Spence just stood there glaring at him.

“It was so nice to see you, can’t want to see you in class on Monday” he says into your hair. You barely even hugged him back, when he let go you just smiled

“Ok bye”

Then you turned to leave with your man. Spence grabs your hand and holds it tight, your other hand grabbing onto his bicep so he can lead you out.

You’re hit with a cool breeze when you get out of there, you take in a deep breath

“Gosh it feel so good out here”

He chuckles “How much did you have to drink sweet girl?”

“Like a shot”

“Oh that’s it?” He’s surprised, he knew you weren’t a crazy drinker but who doesn’t at least get a buzz at a club

“Yeah that guy Darren was offering me some, but I know better then to take shots from a random guy”

He smirks at that.. “good girl”

You can’t help but hide your face in his arm when you feel how red your face got. He leads you back to his car, when he closes the door after you settle in, a wild thought crosses your mind, he’s like super hot when he’s a lil jealous.

He gets into the driver seat, and once he starts driving you shift in your seat so you’re facing him

“It was really cool seeing Darren” you say innocently, but with naughty intention

“Was it?” He’s not reading into it, at least not obviously. You grin

“Yeah, I never see him outside of class” you look towards the road and continue “he’s so so nice, I should hang out with him more”

Spencer glances at you, you look back towards him again, studying his face, looking for any signs of disapproval. Nothing, Uhg. You sigh and sit back in the seat normally.

“What are you trying to do baby?” He asks, taking your hand in his

“I dunno, it was hot when you were jealous” you say quietly, a bit ashamed

“Who says I’m not”

You look back towards him

“Show me”

he looks towards you, meeting your eyes for a moment, before they’re back on the road in front of him, you don’t move your gaze. He turns into the parking lot of his apartment complex, pulling into his assigned spot.

When he’s parked, he turns towards you, hands grabbing onto your waist, pulling you onto his lap in the driver seat, you settle into him, hands going to the back of his head, he pulls you in for a deep kiss, tongue diving into your mouth, you moan into him, his hands roam down to your ass, gripping you, pushing you down into him. You can feel he’s hard, you grind yourself into him, he groans into your mouth, he goes in for one more sloppy kiss before you both pull away to get some air, panting as your foreheads rest against each other

“You want me to show you? Show you what, that you’re mine?”

You bit your lip and nod. He opens his car door, and gets out, keeping you wrapped around him. He carry’s you up to his place, unlocking the door and gently pushing you through, kicking the door closed behind him. You giggle and he takes your lips into his again, he carries you to his room, stumbling and kissing you at the same time. Once he reaches the foot of the bed, he gently lowers you onto it, pulling away from you to take off his shirt, then your shirt, there’s no patience, it’s a mess of kisses and clothes being ripped off, until you’re under him in nothing but your cute lacy underwear

“God look how pretty you are angel, so perfect, all for me”

You squirm under him, getting shy at the attention, he notices and bends down to kiss you again, this time slow, soft, his hand starts to trail down your front, taking in a handful of your tit, thumb flicking over you nipple, you let out a soft moan, your hands running up and down his arms, and into his hair.

He presses himself into your clothed core, you grind up to chase the friction you need so bad

“So needy” he coos, his hand trailing from your tits down your stomach, until he grazes over your heat, moving your underwear to the side and running a finger through your slick folds, you whimper at the feeling

“So wet for me aren’t ya”

“Mhm” you pull him in for another deep kiss

“Please, I need you” you beg

“You need me? Hm? Who’s pretty pussy is this?”

Your breath hitches at the feeling of his tip at your entrance

“Use your words baby”

“Ngh- yours” you’re a whimpering mess

He pushes into you, it’s a stretch, he’s quite large against your small frame. You moan and he lets out a husky groan at the feeling. When he bottoms out he waits there, giving you time to adjust to him. You need him so bad, before you’re even confident you’re ready, you’re nodding

“Please, move, please” you say impatiently

He goes in for more deep and messy kisses, tongue exploring your mouth, and with an exhale into you he pushes out and back in, he holds a steady pace, not to quick, but pulling almost all the way out and bottoming out with each thrust. You moan when he’s at his deepest, pressing right against your cervix, giving it kisses with each thrust. He pulls his lips away from yours and buries his head into your shoulder, panting when he starts to quicken his movements, he thrusts harder, deeper, faster, you’re not even trying to keep quiet at this point, the sounds of contact, and moans filled the room.

“Feels so good- fuck-“ he says into your neck

“Soo perfect for me- ngh-“

Your nails are digging into his back, leaving red marks that will probably be there for days

“What if I cum in you baby, get you pregnant so everyone knows you’re mine, huh?”

You’re a little shocked to hear that out of his mouth, but something about those words made your stomach flip

“Gonna let me cum in ya?”

You nod “Yeah, I want it” you say with a whimper

His pace starts to get sloppy, he lets out huffs and groans, gripping your leg and hiking it up to get impossibly deep, until he’s spilling into you.

He collapses onto you, not even bothering to pull out all the way yet. Your arms wrap around him, soothing down his back, down the marks you made. You two lay and catch your breath.

“Did I hurt you at all?” He asks so sweetly

“No Spence, I’m ok” you say with a smile, moving a strand of hair out of his face

“Let me clean you up” he says as he shifts off of you, gently pulling out, and shuffling over to the bathroom. He grabs a rag and soaks it in warm water. When he comes over you open your legs up for him

“I made quite a mess of you huh”

You giggle and hide your face, suddenly feeling shy. He wipes his mess off of you, and tosses the towel onto a pile of clothes.

“Are you thirsty?”

You look at him, he looks so soft, so sweet, such contrast from earlier him.

“Mhm, parched actually”

He moves to put his boxers on and quickly leaves the room to fetch a glass of water for you. When he returns he find you drifting to sleep

“Here sweetheart” he hands the glass of water to you, you take a couple sips of it and hand it back to him for him to set elsewhere, he then grabs a clean pair of your pj shorts and one of his big t shirts and helps you put them on, before crawling in bed next you you, scooping you up to put you on his chest. His fingers weave through your hair.

“I love you my Spence” you whisper against him chest. His heart flutters, he smiles and kisses you on the forehead