you had never had a real boyfriend before lando. everything about being with him was new. the holding hands in public, the overnight stays, the way he looked at you like you were something precious. and of course the physical stuff. you had looked things up online, watched videos, read enough to know the basics, but none of that was the same as actually doing it with a real person. especially not with someone like him. with such a hot, seemingly perfect person like him.

lando had been patient from the very beginning. he never pushed, never made you feel bad for needing time or for not being experienced, the most you had done was let him finger you, which he did often and thoroughly. those long thick fingers of his would work you open so slowly, curling and stretching until you were shaking and dripping on his hand. he loved eating you out too. he would settle between your legs for what felt like hours, tongue and lips so focused it made your thighs tremble, always watching your face to make sure you were okay. you loved it, always. he was so skilled, so good at it, he never failed to make you feel heavenly, to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. and after, he would always cradle you in his arm, praising you, telling you how great you did for him.

twice, he had even guided you through sucking him off. both times he, was so gentle it almost hurt how careful he was. he taught you how to use your hand at the base, how to breathe, how to take a little more each time without forcing anything. you had liked it, a lot. actually , you loved it. the weight of him on your tongue, the way he groaned when you did something right, the way he stroked your hair and told you how good you were being. you loved all of it.

but you still had not taken him inside your pussy. it was not that you did not want to. you did, you thought about it constantly, you were horribly horny most of the time, but the real problem was his size. lando was a little above average in every way. thick, heavy, long enough that even when he was only halfway in your mouth you already felt full. his fingers alone stretched you so much that sometimes you wondered how his cock was supposed to fit. you were tight. ridiculously tight, obviously because before getting together with lando, you never really put anything in there, maybe once or twice a single finger, but otherwise, rubbing your clit was enough for you. every time he pushed a third finger into you, you had to breathe through the burn, and he would kiss your thigh and wait until you relaxed again.

he joked about it a lot. “look at you,” he would murmur while his fingers were buried inside you, voice low and amused. “so fucking tiny. my hand looks huge between your legs.” or when you were sitting on his lap, “i could probably pick you up with one arm and still fuck you, youre so small compared to me, baby.” it always made your stomach flip, part nervous, part excited. you knew he liked the difference. the way your body had to work to take even his fingers. maybe it was a size kink, maybe he just liked how you looked under him. either way, every joke left you equal parts scared and wet.

tonight felt different though. the air between you was heavier. you had been making out on the couch for a long time, his hand already down your shorts, two fingers slowly pumping into you while he kissed your neck. you were soaked, clenching around him, and for the first time the usual spark of fear was mixed with something stronger. something that felt a lot like readiness.

he noticed, of course he did. he always noticed, he was always so attentive. the way you had started grinding down onto his fingers, hips rolling without any real rhythm, just chasing the feeling. the way your kisses had turned messy and open mouthed, more tongue and soft desperate sounds than actual kissing. your hands were already gripping his shirt, tugging on it, your nails lightly scraping his skin through the fabric. lando made a low sound against your mouth and picked up the pace. his fingers thrust deeper, faster, almost a little rough, the wet sound of them moving inside you filling the quiet living room. you gasped into the next kiss, moaning loudly when he curled them just right. your hands flew to his biceps, fingers digging hard into the muscle as you tried to stay grounded while he worked you open. he didnt really slow down. if anything, he went harder, determined to pull that orgasm out of you. you were trembling in his lap, thighs tight around his hips, every rough thrust of his fingers making you clench and drip around him. then he pulled his mouth away from yours and buried his face in the crook of your neck. you let out a soft whine at the loss of his lips, but it turned into a shaky moan when he started kissing up the side of your throat, his breath warm against your skin when he reached your ear. “so fucking needy,” he whispered, voice rough, “look at you. grinding on my fingers like you can’t get enough. you want more, baby? need something bigger stretching this little cunt open?” the words hit you like a spark. you arched hard in his lap, a broken whine leaving your throat as the orgasm crashed through you. your pussy clenched tight around his fingers, soaking them as you shook and gasped, clinging to his arms like you might fall apart. he kept his fingers moving through it, slower now, stroking you through every pulse while you trembled against him. soft praises spilled from his mouth between kisses on your neck. “that’s it… good girl… just like that. you came so pretty for me.” you felt weak and floaty but still so fucking needy, hips giving tiny involuntary twitches against his hand. he soothed you through the aftershocks with sweet words and gentle licks along your pulse point until the worst of the shaking stopped. then he slowly pulled his hand out of your shorts. you watched, still breathing hard, as he brought those shiny fingers up to his own mouth. he locked eyes with you and sucked them clean, tongue dragging over every bit of your arousal like it was something he had been craving, which was actually true. he craved you so, so badly. he did not look away once, and you could not hold it in anymore. all that came out was a tiny, shaky “please…”

lando’s breath hitched against your neck. he loved that word from you. you were always so fucking sweet when you begged, he didn't even have to ask you to do it, he just had to look at you and you would be already begging for him, for him to give you something, anything which would ease the discomfort, the need between your legs. one of his hands slid up to cradle the back of your head, holding you still while he sucked a slow mark into the side of your throat. “again,” he murmured against your skin. “say it again for me.”

“please…” you managed, voice already breaking. “please, i want your cock…” that was enough. he had waited months to hear this from you, and he finally did, so he wasted no time. both of his hands dropped to your ass, grabbing big handfuls and pulling you down hard against the thick bulge in his sweatpants. he made you grind against it, rolling your hips for you so the hard length rubbed right over your still sensitive pussy through the thin fabric of your shorts. you moaned straight into his ear, the pressure driving you crazy. every drag of him against you sent little sparks up your spine. he kept it going for a while, clearly enjoying how desperate you sounded, until something in your eagerness made him pause. a flicker of worry crossed his face. he gripped your hips firmly and stilled you, stopping the grinding. you let out a soft, frustrated whine at the loss of friction. “hey… easy,” he soothed, voice low and yet again, so gentle. one hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. he leaned in and kissed you soft and slow, nothing like the messy kissing from earlier. “calm down a little for me, yeah? we take this slow. I don't want to hurt you." you nodded against his mouth, trying to steady your breathing.

lando took both of your hands in his and slowly guided them down between your bodies, placing your palms right over the hard shape of his cock through the sweatpants. then his hands slid up to caress your arms, gentle and reassuring. “take it out for me,” he said quietly. his sweatpants were loose enough that it was easy. you tugged the waistband down with impatient fingers and his cock sprang free, heavy and thick. the sight made your mouth go dry. or it made you drool, you couldn't decide. he was so fucking hard it looked almost angry, the head flushed dark and already shiny with precum that beaded at the tip and threatened to drip. veins stood out along the shaft, it looked even bigger than you remembered from the two times you had sucked him, the weight of it obvious even before you touched it. a broken little whimper caught in your throat. one of your hands reached out shyly, fingers brushing along the hot skin like you were almost afraid of it. you wrapped your fingers around him properly this time, experimentally stroking up the thick length. the heat of him was intense, the skin silky over the hard vein ridged shaft. you could feel every pulse under your palm as you moved your hand slowly from base to tip, smearing the precum that kept beading at the head. you loved the way he felt. so heavy, so solid, so big in your hand. at the fact that he was this hard just for you, it made you flush hot all over again. curious, you squeezed a little harder on the next downstroke. the tighter grip caught him off guard, lando’s hips jerked and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest. “fuck… just like that,” he breathed out, “such a good girl for touching me. look at you, holding my cock like that… feels so fucking good.” his praise made your stomach flip. you just loved when he praised you, when he told you that you were doing great. it always boosted your confidence, plus, all you wanted was to make him feel good. the praises were proof that you succeeded. you kept stroking him, a little more confident now, twisting your wrist slightly on the upstroke the way he had taught you during those two blowjobs. more precum leaked out over your fingers, making the slide wetter and filthier, and you loved it, maybe a little too much, even.

lando leaned in and kissed you again. this time it was deeper, hungrier, but still careful. his tongue slid against yours while you worked his cock between your bodies, and every time your thumb swiped over the sensitive head he groaned into your mouth, the sound low and needy. his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing gently like he needed something to hold onto while you stroked him, because this whole thing with you was a new sensation for him too, something he had been wanting for so long now.

you could feel how much restraint he was using. his cock throbbed hard in your fist, clearly aching, but he stayed still and let you explore at your own pace, only breaking the kiss every now and then to murmur more soft, filthy praise against your lips. you were still straddling him, stroking and pulling on his cock with such intense curiosity, and that deep, simmering need. he didn't say anything for a while, he just let you have your own fun, wanting you to get used to the shape of him at least in your hands. as he watched you play with him, his thoughts wandered off a little. the realization hit, and it really settled in him that yes, he will probably get to make love to you in just a little time, for the first time ever. he still was a bit nervous, though. now, as you're so eagerly stroking his cock, he really realizes how small you are compared to him. especially if we're talking about your tight little cunt and his big cock. he doesn't have a lot of time to worry about this though, because you suddenly squeeze him hard, probably not knowing that it would shoot pleasure all over his body and he suddenly bucks into your hands, letting out a surprised moan. "fuck.. baby, you're doing so good.. so we'll, but let's stop, yeah?" he says, voice a little breathy, gently prying your fingers off of his shaft. "did.. did I do something wrong?" you suddenly felt too self aware, and you were nervous, what if you've hurt him? or if you were too clumsy and it was unattractive? but luckily, as if reading your mind, he started speaking. "I'm telling you, you did great baby, nothing's wrong, but I think we should take it a lil slower, yeah? and I also think we should go to the bedroom. get all comfy in bed, hm? what do you think?" he asked so softly, with such a gentle voice that the worry faded, chest loosening up, and you nodded, "I'd like that.."

then, he gripped your ass with both hands, squeezing teasingly before telling you to hold on tight. he stood up with you in his arms, grunting softly, then made his way to the bedroom. you loved when he carried you, it was always such an attractive thing, but it was even better now, because his hard cock was poking you between your legs the whole time, making you whimper softly against the hot skin of his neck. he finally reached the bedroom, kicking the door open with a foot. he walked straight to the bed, easing you down gently. deep down, he wished he could just manhandle you and pound you until you can't form a sentence, but no, he knew that wouldn't be right, he knew that he had to be gentle now. you were trusting him enough to finally give yourself to him, he couldn't fuck this opportunity up. and even though he wished he could just wreck you right now, he also had this bone deep need in him to protect you, to be so gentle with you that you'd melt, to make you feel so loved you'd never think about anything else but him and his cock.

as you got comfortable on the bed, he took his time to take off his shirt, revealing his gorgeous tanned skin for you, and those delicious abs which you always liked to kiss and suck on. you reached out with a hand, wanting to feel his skin, sliding your fingers from his chest down to his belly button, then sliding lower, wrapping your hand around his cock again. he moaned softly, loving your hand on him, bucking his hips lightly into you fist while his own hands started roaming all over your body, softly squeezing your tits, then your ass, and finally your thighs, which he loved so much. "come on baby, I wanna see you." he said as he tugged on your shirt, clearly wanting to get it off of you. you reluctantly pulled your hand away from his shaft and helped him take off your shirt, revealing you bra covered tits for him. he knelt down on the bed next to you unclasping your bra with precise hand while planting a few soft kisses on your shoulder. when he finally removed the underwear, he threw it aside, then cupped your breasts, leaning down to kiss the swell of them, looking up at you with such hungry eyes. "you're gorgeous baby, absolutely beautiful." he squeezed your breasts gently, thumbs circling your nipples, waiting for them to get tight and perky. when they did, he leaned in to give them some attention, sucking on them lightly, flicking them with his tongue. the sensation made your back arch, and you let out these tiny little moans and whimpers which made his cock twitch hard. "I want you so bad, baby... but I wanna take it slow... wanna love on you properly, the way you deserve it." he spoke against your sensitive skin, and you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently, wanting him to come up and kiss you right there, right now, because you just needed his lips on yours. he gladly obliged, pressing his lips firmly against yours before pushing his tongue in your mouth, tasting you all over again and again. "do you really want be, baby? want me to make love to you, you really wanna let me do that?" he asked between little bites and nibbles on your bottom lip, and you nodded urgently, "yes, yes please lando I'm sure about it, I just..." you trailed off for a second. you really wanted him, for sure. you have been wanting him so bad, you wanted this connection, you wanted to feel him inside of you, wanted him to make you completely his. but still, suddenly, that little fear was creeping in. what if you wouldn't be able to take him? and also, you have zero experience, what if you fuck something up and ruin it? what would you even have to do? just lie there and let him do all the work? "I just..don't know what am i supposed to do.." you suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, pulling a little back, looking at your lap. but before you could start spiraling, he placed a finger under your chin, raising your head so you'd look at him in the eyes. "baby, don't worry about that. I'd be so gentle, and so slow with you. I'd talk you through the whole thing" he spoke, his hand now caressing your face, stroking your hair in such a tender way.

"you don't have to be scared, I wanna teach you, want to make you feel good, want you to have such a good time that you'd want more tomorrow, then the day after." he leaned un to kiss your forehead, and you melted all over again, his words reassuring you just enough. "okay..I trust you." you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek, wanting to kiss him. he leaned, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your plush lips again. then, he placed his hand on your shoulders, and gently pushed you back until you were laying against the soft pillows on top of the bed. he hovered over you, his hands sliding down to hold you by the waist, not really gripping, just keeping you in place. "I'm gonna take off these shorts now, yeah?" he said and you nodded, not even thinking about rejecting him. you needed him so bad you felt like exploding if he won't give his cock to you soon, so you eagerly lifted your hips to help him slide your shorts and then panties off, which were drenched because of the previous activities, sticky from your wetness. he threw them aside, piling them with your top, bra and his own shirt, then he slid his hands over your inner thighs and lower tummy, feeling your hot skin, making you shiver and jerk your hips off the bed. "needy much, hm?" he chucked softly and you nodded shamelessly, giving him a small whine, but you didn't ask for more, you trusted him, and you were sure he knew what he was doing.

"can you..also take off your pants, please?" you asked quietly, making grabby motions with your hands, gesturing toward his pants. he chuckled softly, then straightened up and got off the bed. "sure baby, sorry for not doing it sooner." he quickly slid his sweatpants and boxers off, leaving him just as bare as you were. you felt better with him being naked too, and you just wanted him to lie down on top of you and cuddle you until you're melted together. but you also wanted his cock,so you said nothing, just smiled and whispered a small "thank you".

he quickly climbed back on the bed, this time parting your legs, soothing your skin all the way from your calves, up to your thighs, making room for himself. he lay down on his stomach, his face hovering over your hot heat as he placed his arms under your thighs, lifting your bottom a little, pulling you closer to his mouth. "gonna eat you out baby, make you soak my face." he gave you a lovesick smile, and before you could give him an answer, he dived in, licking a broad stripe up from your leaking entrance up to your puffy clit, circling it before sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. the pleasure shot through you immediately and intensely, and your back arched off the bed before dropping back with a soft thud, just so your hips could buck up against his mouth. lando didn't let you wriggle too much, though, he snaked his arms higher from under your thighs and pushed down on your hips, keeping you trapped under his devouring lips.

he didn't go easy on you, he wanted to prepare you as much as he could, so he freed one of his hands from under you and started teasing your entrance with a finger, his lips and tongue never leaving your throbbing, needy clit. he pushed his middle finger in you in one smooth move, until it was knuckles deep. your voice raised once again, moaning out louder than you intended, grabbing onto his curls with a hand, tugging desperately, wanting more, more, always more, it wasn't enough, you just needed him so bad, your other hand gripping the sheets next to you, bunching the fabric up. "lan.. please.." you whined softly, but then the little whine turned into another loud moan as he suddenly pushed two more fingers into you. three of his thick fingers stretched you out so much that a loud cry ripped out of your throat, and he suddenly looked up at you with a worried look plastered on his face, his fingers stilling in you. "baby.. did I hurt you? I'm so sorry-" he wanted to pull his fingers out, but you stopped him, "no! no please, it just.. feels so good lando, please I need more!" you were whining the whole time you were speaking, mind blank, you just wanted to feel him more and more and more. "doesn't it hurt? the stretch? talk to me, baby." he asked again, wanting a proper answer before continuing. "n-no, no it doesn't hurt, it feels good.. intense.. bit weird but so good!" you tried to convince him, moving your hips a little, trying to make his fingers slip in deeper again. "shh, calm down" he mumbled against your skin as he left a small kiss on your tummy, "be patient, okay? I'm here, I'm giving it to you, just wait, yeah?" he then started moving his fingers again, and you swore you could cum from his damn fingers again. you didn't even try to muffle your moans, whimpering openly, your head thrown back against the pillows, breathing heavily. he leaned back down and sucked your clit in his mouth again while speeding up with his fingers just a little, curving them in the way he knew you loved and made you lose your mind. it didn't take long, the burning yet amazing feeling of the stretch, his hot mouth on you and the whole scene made the coil in your power stomach burst as you came hard, crying out his name, a hand desperately grabbing and squeezing his forearm. your thighs were trembling your pussy squeezed his fingers so tight, he groaned at the feeling, giving you a few shallow thrusts until you started coming down. then, he eased out his fingers and immediately started lapping at your reddened hole, licking up your arousal. before pulling away, he places a gentle kiss right on your clit, then crawled up your body, kissing your parted lips. you could taste yourself on him and that just made you moan again, kissing him back eagerly even though your whole body felt like jelly, weak from the intense orgasm. "lan.. fuck I.. that was so hot.." you were just babbling, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck as you grabbed onto him, wanting, needing a hug. "shh, you did so good baby, came so pretty for me, hm? soaked my fingers, such a good girl." he hugged you gently, cradling your head against his chest, kissing the top of it. "love you so much, baby, wanna make you cum on my cock too.. would you let me?" he asks softly, voice quiet and gentle, lightly muffled against your hair as he's leaving little pecks all over it. "y-yes.. please, I want it, I need it.." you whimper again, and your hand blindly reaches for his cock again, wanting to touch it, to feel it.

he let out a low groan as you gripped the base of his cock, and he gave your fist a few, shallow thrusts. "that's how I'm gonna fuck your pussy, baby, gon stretch it out, gon make you feel so full.." he said as he caressed your hair, then shoulders, staring at your face, loving the way you admired his cock, barely even blinking. "do you want that, baby? are you sure you want it?" he asks, but you just give him a barely - there nod, just playing with his cock in your hand. he brought his brows together, a little frustrated, wanting you to actually say it. he reached down and grabbed your hand gently, stopping you from stroking him. "answer me, love, do you want it? want me to put this-" he gripped his own cock, stroking it in front of your face, "- into you?" you were amazing by it, it was so big, so thick, nothing like you ever saw in real life, you suddenly remembered how hard it was to even fit just half of it in your mouth, and you felt a fresh gush of wetness leaving your needy hole, you nodded. "yes, yes lando I want it, I'm ready I swear, please give it to me already!" you pleaded, looking up at him with those big, begging eyes.

he couldn't really hold back anymore, not when you looked at him like that. like you wanted him to fuck you good and deep. that is exactly what he's planning to do to you. but lovingly, of course. after all, he doesn't want to hurt his girl, his baby. "lie on your back properly" he instructed gently, nodding towards the pillows. you did as he told you, even parting your legs for him. he then reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, taking out a condom. of course, he had a full box, he wanted to be prepared for the night it finally happened. you watched with fascination as he opened it and rolled it on. he tossed the paper on the floor, he'll worry about that later. then, he climbed between your legs once again, kneeling there, a hand lazily stroking his own cock.

for a second, you thought he would already just push it in and fuck you, but that was not how it happened. he leaned forward, arms bracketing your head. "look at me, baby" you raised your eyes, prying them off of his cock to look into his ones, and your chest tightened a little when you met his gaze. he was looking at you so softly, so full of love.

"I don't want you to feel forced, or anything like that. we're doing this at your pace. if you ever want me to stop, just say it, and I'll stop everything, i promise." he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your lips, then started speaking again, "I've been wanting to do this for so long, been wanting you so bad baby. I'm so thankful that you're letting me do this now." he pressed another kiss to your lips, and this time you kissed back. "I love you so much, so, so much. I want the best for you, want this to feel good for you." his voice was barely above a whisper now, talking against your skin as he kissed up your jawline and neck. "do you trust me?" he asked, a hand cupping your face, waiting for your answer, an honest answer. "yes, lando, I trust you. I promise I do, and I love you so much. want it to be you. want you to make me feel good, I need it, need to be close like this to you.." your voice was small, but steady, smiling at him. he mirrored your smile, gave another peck to your lips, then he straightened up a little, then took a hold of his cock again. he positioned himself, and slowly started to slide the tip up and down between your folds. you let out a small moan at the feeling, a little nervous, but so excited and so much in need. after a bit of teasing, he started nudging your entrance. that made you gasp, eyes locked onto his cock between your bodies.

"are you ready, sweetheart?" he asked gently, looking into your eyes, now pressing the head of his cock firmly against your hole. "y-yes, please, lando I want it.." you nodded and whined shamelessly, grabbing his arm which was planted next to her head, nails digging into it, anticipation overloaded in her body. he slowly, carefully started to ease himself inside, pushing with just a little force, making the tip slip in. at the feeling, you gasped and let out a choked moan. it was very, very different from his fingers. it was thick, and for a second you thought it would be too thick, but you brushed that thought away, trying to control your whimpers. "breath, baby, deep breaths, yeah? try to relax, let me in, pretty girl." he soothed you, his hand guiding his cock now sliding up your body, caressing your sides gently. the grip your tight cunt had on him nearly made him just collapse on top of you, but he knew he needed to stay composed. he continued gently rubbing your skin, his hips pushing forward so slow, so careful that he felt like he was not even moving at all. but for you, it felt like an explosion. about a quarter of his size was inside, but you already felt like you were being split open. "w-wait!" you yelped, placing a hand on his chest, pushing on him just a tiny bit. he immediately stilled, and pulled back a little, only his tip inside once again. "what's wrong, baby? did it hurt? I'm sorry." he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, his hand caressing over your ribs and sides still. "mhm.. a little, yeah.. I'm sorry.." you mumbled against his lips, feeling a bit embarrassed, cheeks flushing pink. "hey, you don't have to apologize, it's okay. I won't move until you tell me to, okay?" he said softly, then lowered himself a little more, bracketing your head again with both arms, kissing on your forehead. "you're doing amazing, even if it's just a little of me in you, it's a big thing for me baby, I love you so much" he praised you, placing soft little pecks on your face, which made you let out a tiny giggle. "I love you too.. you can move just, slow.. really slow, please" you asked rather shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "as you wish, baby." he answered, then carefully started to move again, pushing in just a little further, testing the waters.

after what felt like forever, good forever, but still forever, you finally reached the point where lando was bottomed out inside of you. the stretch was intense, it couldn't be compared to anything you've ever felt before. you felt so full, like a simple movement would snap you apart, it was overwhelming, but you loved every second of it. the initial hurt has faded, blunt in the background, and now it was just this desperate, crawling need. you wanted him to move, to actually fuck you, to stop being so damn careful and just push into you. "lan..move, you can move, please.." you breathed out, then whimpered a little, clenching around his cock which made you both groan at the same time. "fuck.. baby you're so fuckin' tight.. I swear I could cum right now.. you feel amazing.. " his voice was straining, raspy and struggling, he was clearly trying so hard to hold back, and the tightness made him go crazy. "look down, look how your tiny cunt is taking me.. fuck.. you're so hot like this, spread out for me.."he moaned low, finally catching up with what you said, starting to move. it was barely a thrust, just pulling back a tiny bit, then pushing back in, grinding, which made your toes curl and your nails streak down on his shoulders once again, painting them with faint pink lines. "lando.. oh fuck I feel so full.. can't even.. can't even think.. 'm so full of you.." you were just rambling, head lolling to the side as he finally started giving you real thrusts. "look at you, baby, takin' it so well, what were we even afraid of, hm? you were made for me.." he groaned as he picked up the speed, not going at that torturously slow speed any more, instead, he found a nice, controlled rhythm which made you gasp, and forced a loud moan out of you with every thrust.

after several minutes, it turned into something entirely different. lando was grilling your hips rather hard, and your were clinging onto his arms, voice cracking from the loud cries you were letting out as he sped up, still focusing on your comfort, but now chasing his own relief. "fuck, you like this dick, don't you? look at how you're almost drooling, baby, emptied out your brain nicely, huh? you're full of cock instead" his voice was rough, and his thrusts became harder, more powerful. you swore you felt him in your stomach, and you let out lewd noises every time he drove into you. you felt a kind of pleasure fill your whole body you never knew you could feel, and it made your eyes roll back, crying out his name again. you suddenly grabbed the back of his head with both hands and yanked him down, smashing your lips against his in a desperate, whines filled kiss. he gladly kissed you back, though it was more of lips and tongues sliding together. "faster..please..harder..or something, want more,please lando!" you cried against his lips, and he couldn't really focus on control anymore. he pushed you back down on your back, gripped your hips, and picked up the fastest speed possible which he thought was still comfortable enough to not to hurt you. "like this, hm? you want it like this? thought you were a bit scared baby, where's all of that now, hm?"he asked, grunting between words, head hanging low as he felt dangerously close to finishing. he didn't want to,not yet. he wanted to make you cum first, he wanted to, no, needed to make you fall apart on his cock before he could have the privilege to cum. one of his hands left your hip and moved down,finding your clit,rubbing tight little circles on it in sync with his thrusts. you whimpered again and again, watery sounds leaving you as you arched your back yet again, chasing the pleasure. "lan..lando..I think I'm.. I think I'm close.." you were barely able to speak, just babbling and moaning, totally blissed out from his cock filling you, stretching you open, hitting all the right spots, making you feel lightheaded. "c'mon baby, cum for me, make a mess on my cock.. first time, but after this, it will be many more, I promise" he whispered low and filthy in your ear as he leaned down to speak, his rhythm faltering just a little as he felt you clenching so hard around him. his thumb on your clit picked up the speed, rubbing it firmly, desperately wanting to make you cum. "give it to me, baby, please.. let me feel you squeeze my cock" he moaned in your ear, and that was all it took, with a loud cry, your orgasm shredded through you. you swore you couldn't breathe for a second, vision going white before you saw his blissed out face again, sweat beading on his forehead and that gorgeous neck of his. you were shaking and trembling, the force of your orgasm leaving you weak and whiny, but your cunt still squeezed him so hard that he couldn't hold it back anymore. with a loud groan, he finally thrust into you hard, grinding against you, cumming, filling up the condom. "fuuck.. fuck, fuck.. god, baby, 'm cummin' so hard for you" he moaned so prettily, it made you clench around him hard again, which forced more sounds out of him, they were music to your ears. "fuck.. oh gosh.. I love you so much" he said it with a shaky voice, exhausted after the intense orgasm he had himself. he collapses forward, laying on top of you, trying to hold himself up with his arms, not wanting to crush you. you reached up with a hand to brush his damp hair from his forehead, hazily and with lidded eyes, smiling at him, "I love you too, lando, thank you.." your voice was weak and raspy from all the sounds you were making. he smiled, eyes closed for a moment before opening them again, looking at you with those beautiful, now adoring eyes, leaning in to kiss you. this time, it wasn't wild, wasnt hurried.

it was slow and reverent, tasting each other, just appreciating each other quietly. you continued kissing lazily, both trying to calm your breathing, but lando groaned. "shit.. gotta pull out baby" he whispered softly and pulled back, straightening up a little, but you whined. "not yet!" you were pouting, and he just chuckled. "shh, let me pull out baby, we'll do this all over again tomorrow, yeah?" that seemed to convince you because you stayed still until he carefully slipped out of you. he took off the condom, tied it, then tossed that on the floor too, promising to deal with it later. then, he lay down next to you, pulling you into his arms so you were clinging onto him sideways, face buried under his armpit. "that was.. fuckin' amazing.. you were incredible baby, I'm so glad we finally did it." he spoke quietly, gently stroking your hair with a hand. you answered with a small, sleepy hum. "talk to me baby, how was it for you?"he asked, wanting to know if he did a good job at pleasing you, at making you feel good. you mumbled something inaudible at first, then raised your head a little, looking up at him, chin resting on his chest. "was amazing, lando, really" you got interrupted by a little yawn, "and.. I'm not scared anymore,I loved it so much" your head fell back down on his chest, cheek squishing. "and.. wanna do it again.. and again..and again.. and, you are my first and last lando, I promise.." you trailed off, clearly about to pass out sleeping. he smiled widely even though you couldn't see it. the last part of your sentence made him nearly tear up, it meant everything for him. all he wanted was to make you feel loved, cared for, he wanted you to trust him completely, and it really seemed like he had achieved it. he was unbelievably relieved and so, so happy that he had made you feel so good on your first time having sex with him, and actually, having sex at all. he thought about the fact that maybe you both should take a bath, or a shower at least, since you're both all sweaty and your bottom halves are covered in arousal, but then he looked down at your adorable face, already half asleep on his chest, and he realized, maybe that's not so important. maybe he should just hold you until you both fall asleep, until morning comes, and then, you'd take a hot bath together, and then maybe, you'd do it again if you won't be too sore. but right now, he decided that holding you safely against his side was enough. he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, then let the sleep pull him down too, delicious exhaustion making him all boneless and sleepy. this day was perfect, and he was sure, that every day following this, with you, would be even better.

~ the end ~

This was the first case having Spencer back in his full capacity. Emily had him stay behind with Penn for the first few cases once he was approved to return to the BAU, just to give him time to adjust before putting him out in the field again. He's changed since going to prison, but you couldn't blame him. You had no idea what he'd gone through on the inside, as there had been clear orders from higher up that while his investigation was going on the team couldn't visit him. You wrote him a letter every week he was locked up, to which they all remained unanswered. You couldn't be sure they were even reaching him, but they were never sent back as undelivered so you could only assume they reached him.

However you knew whatever occurred couldn't have been good, watching as a darkness had taken over your previously sweet and goofy best friend. Spencer seemed more withdrawn, more... angry. Despite all of that, your feelings for him have only seemed to triple since he's returned. But he's done a complete 180, he's quicker to lash out at anyone— especially you. You couldn't understand why he was so angry with you. He refused to talk to you more than absolutely necessary, which didn't help your already confused feelings. You had tried multiple times to get him to open up, which usually ended with him snapping at you to drop it and leaving the room.

You had been madly in love with the man for years, something he never picked up on. Despite how good of a profiler he was, as Emily so eloquently put it— his IQ of 187 was slashed to 60 when a pretty girl so much as looked at him. You had planned on telling him how you felt before he was locked up, but the universe was not on your side. The timing was never right, or your worries he didn't feel the same kept you from expressing how much you loved him. Spencer was your best friend, had been since you joined the team right after Gideon left. As much as you knew he should know about your feelings, you didn't want to ruin that special bond you had. But since he's returned it's like you don't exist to him. It hurt, and you knew from overhearing his conversations with Emily or Penn that he went through hell while locked up. So you decided to try and give him time and space, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for you. Patience was never one of your strong suits. You just wanted to hold him, comfort him— take away all that darkness the clouded his once bright eyes.

The current case has brought the team to Jefferson, Texas where a man was killing strippers and leaving their tortured corpses at local lovers lane. It was pretty brutal, and for Spencer's first case back in the field you had hoped he could handle it. As much as you wanted to give him the space he deserved, you were only human. So you had tried to make conversation with him on the jet, and again at the precinct but he kept blowing you off. You still couldn't wrap your head around why he suddenly hated you so much. But you tried to look past it and focus on the case at hand. Your feelings would have to wait, especially when people's lives were at stake.

There were 4 victims, and so far the only thing connecting them was their appearance and occupation at the few strip clubs in town. Besides the profile we had built, we didn't have many suspects to go off. He was a white male, late 20's-30's that frequented the local strip clubs. That made up for about half the town. He most likely had a previous criminal record, starting as a peeping tom before escalating to more heinous crimes. Due to his extensive torture of his victims, it was clear that the victims were surrogates for someone in the unsub's life. Your guess was his mother was a stripper, as he specifically sought out that occupation in his victims. The rage he showed these women was horrifying, and the way he dumped their bodies told the team he wanted to humiliate them. Being found naked and posed provocatively in a lover's lane was clearly a message. But the amount of dead ends and lack of sleep has made the entire team exhausted. Arriving back at the station the next morning, Prentiss seemed to have a new sense of purpose as she gathered everyone in the small conference room at the station where we had set up for the time being.

You were seated next to Spencer, a little surprised that the male didn't immediately get up and move once you took the empty seat next to him. Maybe that was progress? It was the closest you've been able to get to him in weeks, as he actively avoided you. But you tried not to put too much thought into it, as you didn't want to be let down once again. Turning your focus back to your unit chief, blowing on the cup of hot coffee in your hands. Prentiss looked somewhat hopeful as she addressed everyone, curious as to if she'd found a lead over the previous night.

"So, I know we've been at a dead end the past couple of days. But after thinking things through last night... I have an idea."

Prentiss crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against one of the desks.

"After discussing it in length last night with Rossi, we think we should send in some agents to go undercover at the club."

No one said anything, but you couldn't help but think it was a good idea. That is until the next words left Prentiss' mouth.

"y/l/n, we're sending you in."

You nearly spit out the coffee that you had just sipped, your eyes widening in shock.

"You mean... as a stripper?"

Prentiss nodded, to which a wolf whistle sounded in the room. You quickly shot a glare Alvez's way, to which he just wiggled his eyebrows in response. You felt Spencer tense up beside you, but you couldn't look at him. Why would he care anyway?

"W-Why me? I mean I'm not..."

Your words trail off, not wanting to finish that sentence. You? Sexy? That's not a word you would've used to describe yourself. As you had never felt very confident about your body, so it is quite the shock that you would be chosen for something like this. Strippers required some ounce of confidence to do that job...

"You fit his type... appearance and age wise. You're really the only one we could send it for this."

Emily explained, which did make sense. You were the youngest on the team, and unfortunately did fit the physical description of what the unsub seemed to like. Minus the occupation of course. While you had gone undercover before, it was never as this central of a role. It made you nervous, not wanting to let the team or anyone else down.

"This is unethical, how can we even be sure the unsub will fall for it? She’s never gone undercover like that before Prentiss.”

Spencer's voice was harsh, causing you to wince slightly. His words hurt, now knowing just how little he thought of you. How he expected that you couldn't be convincing enough to get the unsub under your thumb. You don't understand how or why prison turned him so cruel, made him despise you but that was no reason for him to treat you so terribly. You decided right then you'd prove to him just how capable you really are, how you will make Spencer Reid regret those words.

"No - I can do it."

Your tone is firm as you throw a glare his way, Prentiss beaming at you. Spencer's eyes were dark as he glared back, his jaw tense. He could be angry all he wanted, it wasn't his decision to make.

"Perfect, it's settled. Reid and Alvez we'll have you go into the club as well. Just to pose as customers. The rest of us will be posted outside the club. y/l/n, let's get you over to there to brief you for the night."

You quickly get up and follow Prentiss, leaving the conference room. Alvez whooped again as you both left the room, smacking his hand in a high five on the way out.

"Alright, give us a show y/l/n!"

You couldn't help the smirk from formed on your lips as you followed Prentiss out of the station.  A plan beginning to form in your head, oh you'd give them a show alright.

You'd spent the remainder of the day at the club, meeting with a few of the other dancers there to get an idea of what the hell you were going to be doing. Despite the brave face you put on in front of the team, you were terrified. But if it meant getting one bad guy off the streets you'd happily shake your ass on stage. It honestly was a bit funny trying to watch you spin on the pole at first, thankful that only Emily saw you make a complete fool of yourself. But you eventually got the hang of it, it wasn't perfect but all you needed was enough to catch the unsub's attention and keep it.

However knowing Spencer would be there, just adds a whole other thrill to this experience. Even though he clearly didn't want anything to do with you, that didn't stop you from wanting to put on a show for him. Not only to prove to him just how capable you were of going undercover and catching this asshole. But to make him see exactly what he was missing out on, what he had been all these years. You ended up letting Luke in on your plan, who happily agreed to help in any way you needed. Once Reid had gone away you'd become extremely close friends, nothing more though. He had his eye on a certain tech goddess. Luke and Penn were really the only ones who got you through those terrible 3 months.

While you hadn't spoken to her since the decision was made, Penelope seemed to know your thoughts the moment Emily filled her in on the undercover detail. She was the first person you had ever told about your feelings for Spencer, which she thankfully kept to herself. But knowing Penn, she had to be involved in the choice of your outfit. A black lacy number with some deep violet pumps. They got you a lavender silk cover up to wear in the meantime, so at least you could try and feel more comfortable until the time came. You didn't exactly love the idea of all your coworkers seeing that much of your body, but it was for the greater good.

The women you had been working with all day were so kind, extremely willing to take you under their wing. Especially knowing you could help catch the bastard that had been hunting down their friends. They gave you as much advice as they could, even showing you how to give a proper lap dance. While you'd had plenty of sexual encounters before, that was something you'd never done. The closer it got to 11 PM, the more nervous you felt. Staring at yourself in the vanity mirror you almost couldn't believe the transformation you'd gone through in just a few hours. You looked... hot. Your hair was done in curls that cascaded down your back, simple winged liner and red lipstick with fluttery lashes.

It was more than you usually did for yourself, but you liked it. Not to mention the 'outfit' (if you could even call it that) hugged and accentuated all your curves. The girls even let you pick out the song you were dancing to. Porn Star Dancing... it definitely fit the situation. The girls were chatting excitedly to each other, nerves twisting in your stomach the later it got. Adjusting your hair to cover the ear piece, thankful that you would still able to be hear what was going on with the team. Hearing Spencer and Luke in your ear not long later, letting Emily know they were in positions and ready. There was a shot glass sitting in front of you, haven already taken one shot in an attempt to calm your nerves. You took one more with a grimace, the vodka sliding down your throat with a slight burn.

"You ready y/l/n?"

Prentiss asked over the headset, noticing as the other girls had slowly filed out onto the stage leaving you alone in the dressing room.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You replied, standing up and slipping the silk robe off of you. Double checking yourself in the mirror, before unwrapping a lollipop and slipping it in your mouth. The girls had suggested it, sucking on candy, seemed to drive customers wild. You could use all the extra help you could get. Leaving the dressing room behind you made it to the curtains, taking a peek out to gage your surroundings. You could see Luke from the limited view, sitting up near the bar. The one you desperately craved to see wasn't in your line of sight, not yet anyway. Hearing the intro music for the song play you step out onto the stage. Walking in time with the beat, the other girls having taken the sides of the stage. Which put you front and center. You can do this. Taking a deep breath, wrapping your hands around the cool metal of the pole.

Kelly won't kiss my friend Kassandra.

Jessica won't play ball.

Mandy won't share her friend Miranda,

Doesn't anybody live at all?

You could feel the hungry gazes on you already, attempting to calm your nerves. The familiar lyrics of the song continued as you slowly twisted yourself around the pole. Your eyes scanning the audience of men, until they landed on him. He was sitting in the front row, dressed in a flannel shirt, white tank and jeans, much different then the Spencer you were used to. But he was playing a part too, a hick in a strip club. His eyes were unreadable in the darkness, but his body language told you he was tense. Feeling adrenaline shoot through you as his gaze followed your every move, feeling your confidence beginning to increase.

Amanda won't leave me empty-handed,

Got her number from a bathroom stall.

Brandy just got way too much baggage,

And that shit just gets old...

You could see the bills flying at the stage already, greedily grabbing some from a man with a beer belly who was closest to you. Stuffing them in your bra before continuing to spin around the pole as the music got to its chorus.

But I got a girl who can put on a show...

The dollar decides how far you can go with her...

You're utilizing all the moves the girls had taught you earlier, sliding your back down the pole until you reached the ground. Now on your hands and knees, crawling across the stage. Tossing your hair back, arching your back in the process. The men were flocking to the stage with bills clutched in their fists. You're quick to finish sucking on the lollipop before discarding it in one of the hungry men's mouth with a wink. You gladly let one of the other dancers take over as you rose to your feet once more, sliding some more money into the waistband of your panties.

She wraps those hands around that pole,

She licks those lips and off we go.

And she takes it off nice and slow,

'Cause that's porn star dancing...

You had a few goals here, the main one being getting the unsub's attention. The other was making Spencer Reid regret his recent actions over the past month. If his shitty behavior continued after tonight, you were done. As much as the thought of him no longer in your life hurt, you knew it wasn’t fair to yourself to keep pursuing something that had no end in sight. Using the multiple poles on the stage to your advantage, working your way to the stairs leading down from the stage. Another dancer following behind you, quickly finding the lap of a male in the front row. Prentiss told you to mingle with the guests, give a lap dance if you were comfortable doing so. However, there was only one lap you had intended to sit on tonight.

She don't play nice, she makes me beg.

And she drops that dress around her legs.

And I'm sitting right by the stage,

For this porn star dancing...

Many men had come up to you while you made your way over to him. One landing a slap on your ass in the process, sliding you a twenty dollar bill afterwards. While the unwelcome touches and all these eyes on you made you uncomfortable, his heated gaze was all you could focus on about in this moment. By the time you had finally reached him, you could tell he was done for. Spencer’s hazel eyes were full blown onyx, greedily drinking in the sight of you. Swinging your leg over him, climbing easily onto his lap. Your red lips went to his ear, teeth gently grazing along the lobe.

"Play along Dr. Reid."

Your freshly manicured nails dragged down his chest, hips grinding onto him almost too easily. His large hands found you hips, holding them still.

"What do you think you're doing?"

His tone was stern, and yet you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Quickly removing one of the hands from your hips to suck on his middle finger instead. Feeling the bulge growing beneath you from your actions, which is exactly the reaction you had hoped for.

"Giving a paying customer a lap dance..."

You reply once you had removed his finger from your mouth. Giving him another sultry look before switching around so your back was to him. His hands immediately started roaming your figure, as you continued to grind yourself against him as the song continued to play. Leaning your head back against his shoulder, feeling his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. Grabbing his roaming hands and bringing them to rest on your thighs. Spencer’s large hands felt hot against your skin, nearly moaning as they traveled up higher. Feeling how hard he was beneath you made feel more confident, knowing you had to stop this before it went too far.

As much as you didn’t want to, you stood back up between his legs, turning to face him once more. Your fingers aggressively grab the curls at the nape of his neck, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. The hungry look simmering in his eyes made you nearly clench your thighs together. But you stopped yourself, despite the growing heat between your thighs. Spencer doesn't have the control here... you do. Your lips are once again drawn to his ear, pressing a kiss on the way there, leaving a lipstick stain behind. You could feel his pulse racing under your lips, pride filling your chest knowing that you had this much of an effect on him.

"Now be a good boy and pay me for that dance."

He wordlessly pulls out a $50 dollar bill, much to your surprise. He's quick to slide it right between your breasts, his fingers lingering there a little longer than necessary. His touch made you shiver, but you didn’t let your confidence waver, he didn’t have the upper hand here. Spencer’s jaw was clenched, the bulge straining against his jeans. Another giggle slipping past your lips at how worked up you had gotten him. Only to leave him hanging. Good. He deserves to know how it feels to feel rejected and shoved aside. Blowing him a kiss you make your way back towards the stage, feeling his eyes following you the whole way. You resume dancing as the song changes, your eyes meeting Luke's as he gives you a small round of applause from his place at the bar. His eyes were wide, and he looked surprised but also very proud. Honestly you had surprised even yourself with your actions, not knowing you had it in you.

An almost unrecognizable confidence continues to fill you as you continue dancing, using the pole behind you to your advantage. You can tell Spencer is still watching you, without even having to look over at him. Feeling his gaze burning holes through your, the feeling exhilarating. But you were here to do your job, you try to remind yourself as you glance around the room in search of anyone suspicious. You hadn't noticed him right away, but besides Spencer he was the only one gazing at you with such a wicked look in their eyes. It gave you the chills, but not in the way you were feeling moments before. There was an underlying violence in his stare, in his whole stance. This had to be him, you could feel it in your gut. While your back is turned away from the crowd of males, you're quick to whisper into your mic.

"Man in the black jacket, AC/DC shirt, cowboy hat. Front row. He's right by you Reid."

As you turn back around you notice Luke moving from his position at the bar, getting closer to the stage as you hear voices in the headset asking to get a close up on him. You meet the man's eyes once more, a smile on your lips as he gets up towards the stage. He's coming right for you, playing directly into your hands. The male leans on the edge of the stage now, nearest to you. He beckons you over with his index finger, pulling out a wad of cash as you sink gracefully down to your knees, crawling over to him. Feeling his hot, stale breath on your face you try not make a face of disgust.

"What's your name sugar? You must be new."

His harsh eyes rake in your figure as you push your arms together, purposefully accentuating your breasts. Fluttering your lashes, pulling out all the physical stops to keep his attention focused on you. He had a thick southern accent, but it didn't sound the rest of the folks you'd heard since arriving here. From what you could gather he didn't seem like a local, but could easily blend in with the clientele that frequented this establishment. 

"Lola."

You reply quickly, the name inspired by one of your favorite childhood characters. Lola Bunny. Hearing Prentiss in your ear, encouraging you further. You could see Luke and Spencer behind him, subtly moving closer, both making sure to keep a close eye on the male in front of you. 

"That's a pretty name, how much for a private dance from ya?"

The question made your stomach drop immediately, knowing just what would happen if he got you alone. But the team wouldn't let it get that far, right? You hear Prentiss in your ear then, '$150 for a private dance. Just try to keep him talking.' He was attractive, you could admit that. That must have been why so many women were willing to be alone with him. But there was something off, your instincts warning you to stay far away.

"$150, do I get to know your name handsome?"

He chuckles, fingers reaching out to graze your arm. Goosebumps breaking out across your skin, but not in the way he thinks. You keep the flirty smile on your face, keeping your composure despite the way your stomach turned the more he looked at you. 

"It's Jarek. How long until I can get that dance Lola?"

The way he said your fake name made the bile rise in your throat, but you quickly swallow it down. Leaning in towards him, your lips right by his ear. Judging by how much Spencer liked it when you did this, you knew it had to get him riled.

"Private dances start at 12:30... meet you in room 3."

Grabbing the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own before returning to your feet and walking off the stage, heading back toward the dressing rooms. Breathing a sigh of relief as soon as you know the male can no longer see you. The nausea subsiding the moment you were out of view of his wicked gaze.  

"Good job y/l/n, we'll get that room ready. You gonna be okay to get a dance started?"

Once you were out of sight and in the dressing room, you're quick to remove the hat. Setting it on the vanity table and wrapping the silk robe around your frame.

"Yes. How long will I have to..."

You trailed off, taking your lower lip between your teeth. Waiting to hear Prentiss respond, nervously fiddling with the tie of the robe. 

"Hopefully not long. Garcia is working on that name, since it's not so common we're hoping to find something before it'll get too far. Alvez, Reid, one of you ask the bartender about that guy. See if he's a regular or a drifter."

You nearly collapse on the chaise lounge, your feet already sore from the heels. Taking them off immediately, rubbing your feet and removing the money from your undergarments. You hear the beads in the doorframe move, alerting you that you're no longer alone. Glancing up to find none other then Spencer, his chest heaving as if he's run a marathon. You look at him questioningly, removing your earpiece and mic for the time being.

"You're not supposed to be back here Reid..."

You trail off, your voice nearly a whisper as he stalks towards you. Getting up slowly, trying to put some distance between the two of you. Walking until your back is flush against the bathroom door that's connected to the dressing room. Spencer doesn't stop though, not until your chests are touching, his large hand leaning against the door next to your head. He had that same desire reflecting in his eyes, the kind that makes you nearly tremble beneath him. A predator having found and caught his prey. 

"That was quite a show angel..."

His voice is rough, almost angry as his other hand is now trailing down your side, fire licking your skin with each touch. It slips underneath the silk robe, grasping your thigh causing you to whimper slightly. Mentally cursed yourself for the slip up, seeing a small smirk tugging on his lips. 

"I w-was just doing my job Reid."

You tried to sound confident, but all that previous confidence disappeared the moment he started touching you. Both of you knowing who was in charge now. He chuckled humorously, his fingertips tracing the skin of your thigh before lifting it up to wrap around his hip.

"Teasing me... was that your job love?"

Biting you lip, attempting to look anywhere but his beautiful face. Spencer wouldn't allow it, his hand leaving your thigh to keep your gazes level with each other. His eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them, the dominance he was exuding making you completely compliant under his rough hands. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, thanking the lord that they were dark enough to hide your arousal. At least for now. This wasn't the sweet, innocent Spencer that you had fallen in love with all those years ago. That version of him seemed long gone, and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to care when he was touching you like this. But you wanted to push him a little more though, desperate for more of a reaction. Keeping your gaze locked on his, just like he had wanted. 

"Well if you didn't enjoy yourself I could've given Alvez a dance instead...."

The moment the words left your mouth you knew you were done for. The brunette grabbing your hips, lifting you up as he crashed his lips onto yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers tangling in his curls as you hold him closer. The kiss was angry, urgent and yet... loving at the same time. It was something you had waited years for, since you had started at the BAU. Letting yourself grind your hips into his, earning you a delicious groan as he broke your lips apart. One of his hands managed to slip between your bodies, grabbing at your clothed breast. You couldn't stop the whine that left you, his large hands feeling every inch of skin he could reach. His eyes stayed locked onto yours, the hunger in them turning you into putty in his hands.

"Fuck, you feel so good angel."

The curse word sounded so foreign coming from him, and yet it only encouraged you more. Lifting your hips again, desperately wanting to feel more of him. Spencer let out a groan, which turned from one of pleasure into one of annoyance. You could tell he didn't want to stop, giving you a look as if to say behave. Spencer gently sets you back on your feet before clicking his earpiece back on. Your lipstick was smeared across his lips from the urgency of the kiss, smirking at the sight. He looked utterly wrecked already, but you couldn't imagine that you looked much better. 

"I'm with her, she's safe. Does she really have to be alone with him? This doesn't seem like a good idea."

The concern in his tone made your heart flutter, hands tracing the little bit of skin exposed by the collar of his shirt. His expression was hard to read, watching you carefully as he spoke to Prentiss. As much as you didn't want to leave your little bubble, you both still had a job to do. The reality of that was starting to set in again. 

"Understood. I'll get her prepped."

He switched off his mic again, tilting your chin up to give you another kiss. This one was more gentle, a flicker of the soft Spencer you knew. He pulled away too soon for your liking, a small pout forming on your swollen lips.

"Come on love, you owe a sleaze ball a dance."

His tone was laced with jealousy, something you'd never expected from Spencer up until this moment. He stepped back from you, leaving just enough room for you to scoot past him. But not enough so your bodies brushed against each other again. You wanted nothing more than to let him ravage your against that bathroom door, but it wasn't the time or place for that. With a small sigh you sat back down at the vanity, glancing at yourself in the reflection. Your own lipstick was smeared across your lips, hair tousled. You quickly grab a makeup wipe, removing the lipstick and opting for a clear lip gloss instead. The male was leaning against the door that you were previously pressed against, those hazel pools never leaving you. Turning around in your seat, grabbing a fresh makeup wipe and motioning him towards you.

"Come here Spence, I gotta clean you up too."

He followed your instructions, kneeling himself in between your open legs. You were now face to face, his height no longer towering over you. Gently pressing the wipe to his mouth, cleaning up the evidence of your heated exchange moments before. His previously tense features relaxed, the most you've seen since he's returned. A small smile gracing your features, happy to have been the reason for his relaxed state. 

"We need to talk... once this is over."

He mumbled against the wipe, his hands resting on your thighs. Nodding in response, biting your lower lip as you finished cleaning him up. It was hard to think straight when he was touching you, but you needed to focus. You had to have a clear head going into this.

"What did Emily tell you?"

You threw the wipe into the trash bin, attempting to tame his curls that you had messed up moments before. His gaze had softened, the anger and urgency had subsided for the moment. The tender look he was giving you made your heart swell, desperately wishing you could stay here with him. 

"They need you to provoke him, Garcia found him. From his current record and history... we think he's our guy. Unfortunately besides your hunch, we don't have enough to arrest him right now. We need more."

While it was relieving to hear you were correct... the thought of being alone with this guy made the nausea come rushing back. Spencer must have seen the look of panic cross your features, as he's quick to pull your into his arms.

"You'll be safe, we'll be on the other side of that wall. The team has cameras set up, the room is bugged. I'll be there if anything happens okay?"

His lips are at your ear as you bury your face into his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like coffee, cinnamon and books... completely Spencer. His scent, his touch was comforting but it wasn't enough to stop your heart from racing at what you were about to do. Give a potential serial killer a lap dance... you'd have anyone beat in a game of 2 truths and a lie.

"He's waiting... Let's get this over with."

You reluctantly pull away from his embrace, pulling the heels back on with a sigh. Spencer helps you to your feet, choosing to leave the silk robe on. Gives you something to work with, or stall with. Spencer grabbing the cowboy hat and setting it back on your head, leading you down the hall that leads to the private rooms. There are two entrances, one for the customers and one for the dancers. Once you reach the door with the number 3 and you feel like you could pass out. Spencer's hand on the small of your back being the only thing keeping you grounded. He slips a bracelet on your wrist, clasping it gently. You glance at him questioningly, eyes searching his. He dips his head down to your ear, whispering despite the loud bass around you.

"It's an emergency button. Press the back and hold it if you need us to come in there. But we'll be listening and watching okay?"

Letting out a sigh, you nod as he presses a kiss to your temple and a smack on your ass before entering the room next to you. The tenderness and erotic nature of both actions have your head reeling as you open the door. The room was lit just like the rest, color changing lights illuminating the male sitting in the chair. His eyes were guarded, a dangerous glint in them as he undressed you with his gaze.

Here we go.

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