sleepy and probably bored

7:00am

You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a coffee, feeling Spencer behind you as soon as you took the first sip. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind. “Morning, angel. There’s a little something waiting on the bed for you. We’ll be checking off some of that list again.” He smirked, pecking your cheek before he left you there to wonder.

You went about your usual morning routine, ending it off with a shower. As you walked into the bedroom to change, you stopped in your tracks at the sight in front of you. A giant box sat on the bed, wrapped in a bow. As you moved closer, you saw a card with your name on it. You picked up the card and read it first.

To my sweetest angel,

We will be knocking two items off your list today, free use and pet play. I hope you don’t mind I picked everything for today. You can pick next time. Put everything on and meet me in the living room. Come naked.

You felt your cheeks heating up as you read the note, thinking about how Spencer must’ve been planning this the whole time. After setting the note aside, you carefully opened up the box. At the top you found puppy gear, all pink and white. You put the ears on your head, smiling at the cute way they folded over in the front. Next came the tail with a pink ribbon to tie around your waist. The collar was the last item in the set and you put it on, walking over to the mirror to see yourself. You did a little spin and looked yourself over a few times, walking back to the bed when you were finished.

One last item sat in the box, a simple green bracelet. Admittedly a little confused, you walked out to the living room to find Spencer. You held up the bracelet and spun it around as you looked at him. “What’s this about?”

Spencer had his eyes on you as soon as you left the bedroom. He didn’t take them off of you for a second, letting his eyes wander over every single inch of you. When you spoke up, he snapped himself out of it. “Oh yes, the bracelet.” He walked over to you and his lips curled up into that signature smirk of his. “That is the free use bracelet. If you’re wearing it, I have your consent and the free use dynamic is at play. If you’re not wearing it, I don’t have consent and you get a break. You of course still have your safe words, but this gives a little extra something. I thought you’d like it.”

Your cheeks turned bright red as you looked up at Spencer, taking everything in. After taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist. You didn’t even have time to think before Spencer had picked you up by your hips and tossed you over his shoulder. “Spencer!” You burst out into a fit of giggles as you dangled in the air.

Once you passed the doorway into the bedroom, the energy completely shifted. He practically threw you onto the bed before he started stripping his clothes off. “Get on all fours, puppy. Now.” Spencer’s tone carried dominance in all the right ways and you were already going starry eyed for him. You moved without a thought, scrambling to get on all fours before he could finish. As you sat there on all fours, you arched your back for him and wiggled your hips to show how the fluffy tail swayed when you moved.

Spencer got himself positioned behind you, placing a hand between your shoulder blades to push your top half down into the bed. “Stay.” He instructed, running his hands from your shoulders down to your hips. One hand stayed on your hip while the other slid between your legs. He glided a finger over your soaked center and you could feel the smirk on his face. “Look at you. My pretty puppy is all ready to go.”

Spencer gripped you by your hips and slowly rubbed his hard length against you, making sure you couldn’t squirm under his touch. “Be a good puppy and beg for it.” He smirked, landing two rough snacks on your ass.

You yelped at the smacks, not hesitating at his request. “Please sir! Please fuck me. Please sir, I need you. Please!” You whined at him, not caring how desperate you sounded. Truth be told, you knew he liked it better that way.

“Good puppy.” Spencer praised. He didn’t hesitate, slamming his cock into you roughly. A low noise escaped his lips when your hips met, his grip tightening enough to leave those fingertip shaped bruises you loved so much. He didn’t give you time to adjust, pounding his cock into you at an unrelenting pace.

You gripped at the blankets as Spencer sped up, unintentionally muffling the noises that he kept bringing out of you. “Now, now, puppy that’s no way to behave.” Spencer teased, moving a hand down to grip you by your hair. He pulled hard enough to bring your head back off the bed, making sure your noises could be heard. “Much better.”

As Spencer kept a tight grip on your hair, his other hand moved around you and down between your legs. Just as his cock started hitting that spot that made you see stars, he started rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. “Please! You’re gonna make me cum!” You cried out, squirming under his touch.

“I know puppy, cum for me.” Spencer’s voice was breathy as he kept up the same movements, working you both toward your orgasms. The knot in your stomach tightened until you could’ve sworn you literally exploded. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves of pleasure, making your toes curl and your fingers claw at the blankets. As soon as Spencer felt you tighten around him, he was gone with you. His cock twitched inside you as his cum filled you more than you even thought possible.

Once you both came down from your highs, Spencer collapsed onto the bed and pulled you into his arms. “A perfect way to start off the day, right puppy?” He smirked at you, gently adjusting the puppy ears on your head.

“Yes sir.” You giggled, still giddy from the high of your orgasm. If that was how the day started off, you couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store. You rested your head on Spencer’s chest, making yourself comfortable.

8:45am

You had just finished a load of laundry when Spencer called for you from the living room. “There’s my sweet puppy.” He smiled when you walked in. “Crawl over here for me.” He pointed to the floor in front of him, a command you eagerly followed. You got on your hands and knees, crawling over with your tail swishing behind you. The tail admittedly made you feel cute and you loved the way he watched your hips while it swayed behind you.

Spencer spread his legs apart as he had you sit on your knees in front of him. “Open that pretty mouth for me, puppy.” He watched as your lips parted, making quick work of freeing his hard length from the confines of his pants and boxers. His cock was already hard from the sight of you and that idea alone had you wet between your thighs.

He placed his hand on the back of your head, guiding you down to where he wanted you. “Go on puppy, put it in your mouth.” You gladly did as you were told, swirling your tongue under the tip of his cock before starting to take him in. Slowly, you took in more of his cock until your nose brushed against him. “Look at my sweet puppy, taking it all.” His voice was breathy as he moved his hand up to hold your hair.

You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Aside from little gagging noises every so often, there were no complaints. Once you had adjusted to keeping his full length in your mouth, he took control. Spencer gripped your hair, moving you up and down on his cock at the rougher pace he wanted. He moved you however he wanted you and in turn you gladly took whatever he gave.

Spencer’s movements soon lost their rhythm and his hips started bucking up into your mouth. You looked up at him through your wet lashes, watching as he lost his composure. The eye contact was enough to send him over the edge, desperately bucking his hips as he let out a string of moans. “That’s it puppy, take it all for me.” Spencer’s cum filled your mouth as he spoke and you swallowed every last drop eagerly.

“You did so well for me.” Spencer praised as he pulled your head away from his cock, getting his pants back up. You licked your lips clean and smiled up at him, resting your head on his thigh. “Such a good puppy.” Spencer gave you a little scratch behind where the puppy ears sat, patting your head gently.

12:00pm

Spencer insisted on making lunch and you let him without argument. As he plated the food, he was going on one of his tangents about the chicken dish he had made and the origins of it. Normally you would’ve been hanging onto his every word, smiling fondly at the rambling, but this time your attention was elsewhere. Spencer only had one full plate on the counter and next to it sat a dog bowl that he was filling with cut up food.

“Come on puppy, I’ve got your plate ready.” Spencer went over to the dining room table where you normally would have sat with him. Today however, he put his plate on the table and he put the dog bowl on the floor beside his seat. As he sat down, he motioned for you to join him. “Get on all fours and eat your dinner like a good puppy.”

You could feel your face heating up, knowing you must’ve been a bright shade of red as you got down on all fours behind the bowl. You hesitated for only a moment before you started eating from the bowl, glancing over at Spencer. As if he read your mind, Spencer immediately gave you the praise you craved. “Good puppy. Look at you, so pretty.” He smiled, scratching behind where the puppy ears sat on your head.

You were so focused on eating your food that you hadn’t noticed Spencer coming up to position himself behind you. He gripped your hips and pressed himself against you, nudging the tail out of the way. As you glanced behind you to look at him, he spoke up. “You keep wagging that pretty little tail and I couldn’t keep my hands to myself any longer.” His hard length pressed against you, emphasizing the effect you’d had on him. “Now go back to eating like a good puppy, don’t mind me.”

You tried to do as you were told and finish your food. It wasn’t terrible at first, trying to eat while Spencer felt you up. He however, kept making it harder to focus every step of the way and you could feel your composure slipping. You were completely gone by the time he’d gotten his cock free, whining and pushing back against him when you felt the head of his cock between your legs.

“Poor needy puppy. You’re not even thinking anymore, just searching for more of whatever I give you.” Spencer’s voice was full of mock sympathy, teasing you as he slowly moved his cock in and out of your thighs. Before you even had the chance to complain, he slammed his cock inside you.

You let out something like a squeak at the sudden movement, melting under his touch once you had adjusted. Spencer didn’t give you a moment longer, starting off at a brutal and unrelenting pace. He held your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head back as he pounded into you. As if he didn’t already have you at his mercy, the hand he had used to hold your hip had moved to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

As you were very obviously coming undone, Spencer was doing the same. You barely had the chance to warn him before you were tightening around his cock, riding out your orgasm. Spencer was close behind, going over the edge when he felt your walls desperately tightening around him. You both dissolved into panting messes, trying to catch your breath.

“Such a good puppy. Stay right there, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Spencer was quick to speak up, gently running his hands over your sides as he pulled out. He disappeared for a mere moment before coming back with some wipes, cleaning you off. Once he had finished, he carefully picked you up in his arms and carried you to lay on the couch. “I love you, sweet puppy.” He smiled as he put a blanket over you and kissed your forehead.

“I love you too, sir.” You smiled, curling up on the couch under the blanket. You hadn’t even realized how tired you were until your eyelids started feeling too heavy to keep open. Cuddled up under the blankets, you easily drifted off and took a nap.

10:00pm

The rest of the day was a blur. You each came so many times you’d lost count and just about every surface in the house would need cleaning after the way you two had gone at it. You were exhausted, fucked out, and overstimulated in the best way possible. There wasn’t a coherent thought in your head and you wouldn’t change a thing about any of it.

You eventually had to call it a night and Spencer wasn’t far behind you. He smiled as he met your sleepy gaze. “Let’s get you comfortable, puppy.” He carefully took the tail off and set it aside, moving to the ears next. As he took off your collar and set it aside, he stopped in his tracks. “You’re still wearing the bracelet?” He phrased it more like a question than an observation, surprised you were even willing to be touched by that point.

“Mhmm..” All you could manage was a little humming noise and a nod, indicating you had meant to leave the bracelet there on purpose. You looked up at Spencer with sleepy eyes, letting out a whiny noise as you nudged him.

Spencer smirked knowingly, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You want me to fuck you to sleep, puppy?” He barely got the question out before you were whimpering and nodding frantically. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” His reassurance always calmed you and the gentle touches had you relaxed under his control.

Spencer was positioned between your legs, letting them wrap around his waist as he slowly slid his cock inside you. The only noise you could make was a little whine and he was quick to ground you with his touch. “I’m right here, puppy. I’ve got you.” His hands kept a light hold on your hips, every touch as gentle as he could manage.

Spencer fucked you like you were fragile, something that would break if pushed too hard. It was quite the contrast to your usual sessions and yet it was exactly what you needed. He always knew what you needed, every time without fail. It shouldn’t have surprised you when he reached between the two of you to rub slow circles on your clit, but it had your back arching off the bed nonetheless.

You were an absolute mess of whimpers and whiny moans underneath him, clawing at anything you could reach. In contrast to your frantic neediness, Spencer was gentle and slow, bringing you back down with him. Once you had truly relaxed, it didn’t take long at all for you to feel your orgasm incoming. “I— ah- I—“ You tried to make words come out, you really did, but you were just a babbling mess.

“I know puppy, I know.” Spencer spoke to you in a soft and soothing tone, already knowing you were close. He memorized every indicator your body gave as if he would be tested on it and he often used it to his advantage.

Your orgasm ripped through you like nothing you’d felt before and unsurprisingly to Spencer, you squirted all over him. That easily sent him over the edge and he lost any rhythm to his thrusts, moving lazily through his orgasm.

“It’s just a silly—“ Before you could finish, Spencer cut you off. “I have a better question for you.” He leaned in close, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up. Once you made eye contact you could see the look in his eye, that all too familiar look that meant he had one of his ideas brewing. “I assume this list is up to date. If I’m correct, and I believe I am, we have a lot of work to do.”

You just about froze in place, looking up at him dumbfounded. “You really want to..” You let yourself trail off and Spencer once again spoke like he read your mind. If you were honest, often times it truly felt like he did. “We’re going to check off every single item on this list, and tonight we start with squirting.” He started to walk toward the bedroom, pausing to look at you. “Come on, we’ll need the bed for this.”

You got up to follow him, cheeks turning bright red at the thought. “But I don’t even know if I can.” You hesitated for a moment, worried that you might disappoint him. Spencer clearly didn’t give that idea the time of day and he didn’t let you have a moment longer for doubt. “You can. Come on.” He insisted, giving your hand a gentle tug until you followed him.

Once in the bedroom, Spencer rested his hand on your cheek and caught your lips in a slow but passionate kiss. He moved his free hand to your hip, slowly walking until the back of your legs touched the bed. The kiss was broken off as he moved to strip your clothes off, making quick work of getting you naked for him. His hand rested on your chest, giving you a light push to make you fall back onto the bed. You moved without thought, getting yourself scooted back to lay out on the bed for him.

Spencer paused at the sight of you, sitting on the bed just taking you in for a moment. “Look at you, so pretty.” Of course he stopped to compliment you, it was something he did quite often. He didn’t dare to waste any more time, moving to straddle over your hips. As he leaned down toward you, his hands were already exploring. He moved slowly, as if he were discovering your body for the first time. His fingers traced over you gently, appreciating every inch as he went.

Once Spencer felt he had spent adequate time exploring with his fingertips, he trailed gentle kisses all the way from your jawline to your stomach and back up again. You could practically feel him smirking as he moved to whisper in your ear. “I’m taking my time with you tonight.” As if he hadn’t proven that enough, his hands moved to pin your wrists down so you couldn’t rush him even if you wanted to.

Spencer’s lips slowly worked back downward, stopping at your chest. He readjusted his hands so that he only needed one to keep your wrists in place and the other found its way to your chest. He cupped one of your breasts in his hand, lightly flicking his tongue over your nipple. Up until that point, you had only let out barely audible moans and little gasps for him. As his tongue flicked over your nipple again, a whimper escaped your lips and you tried desperately to push up into his touch.

“Stop trying to move. I don’t like being rushed.” Spencer’s breath landed on your chest as he spoke and you could’ve sworn you melted into a puddle. The weight of his body against yours kept you from moving as his tongue swirled around your nipple. You let out a whiny moan, desperately clawing at the pillows with your restrained hands. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he listened to the whimpers and moans you made just for him. His teeth just barely grazed over your nipple when he let it go, eliciting something between a gasp and a whine from you. Having clearly enjoyed your reactions, he took the time to give your other nipple the exact same treatment.

Just as you were about to snap and start begging, Spencer finally started working toward giving you the relief you so desperately craved. He shifted to get a better angle and slowly moved his hand downward until his fingers glided over your soaking wet center. “So wet for me,” He brought his fingers to his lips and licked your wetness from them. “And so incredibly sweet.” His fingers moved back down at a teasingly slow pace, not yet giving you the satisfaction.

“Please.. fuck.”Your pleading was cut off with a moan as Spencer finally gave you some relief with his fingers, sliding two inside you. He slowly moved his fingers out and back in, repeating the motion at an agonizingly slow pace. You were a whimpering mess underneath him, desperately trying to move your hips toward him. He let go of your wrists, giving you a stern look. “Don’t you dare even think about moving.” His hand moved down to your hip instead, keeping you firmly held down.

Spencer’s fingers continued at that torturous speed for what felt like centuries. By the time he picked up the pace, you were already putty in his hands. As his speed increased, his grip on your hip tightened to keep you steady in place. Soon enough, his fingers were pounding into you at an unrelenting pace. You were an absolute wreck underneath him, whimpering and pleading for more. “Aww, you think you need more?” His tone was full of mock sympathy, knowing exactly how much he was teasing you.

In response to your continued desperate pleading, he looked at you with that devious smirk of his. “You get more after we knock a little something off that bucket list.” Before you could even try to argue, he was curling his fingers up toward that sweet spot that always drove you wild. The new sensation had you stumbling over your words, unable to make anything coherent come out. Spencer knew exactly how to get you going and he used it to his advantage. “You have ten seconds to cum for me. Ten..” By the time he got to eight, you could feel your orgasm building up.

“Oh god, please!” You cried out as your back arched up off the bed, your noises more desperate the further he got through the countdown. “One.” Right as the last number left Spencer’s lips, you fell apart as if on cue. “Spencer! Oh fuck! Fuck!” You desperately gripped at the pillows as your orgasm ripped through you, overwhelming you with pleasure. Even after you came down from your high, his fingers still kept going. “Oh god.. Spencer!” You whined, squirming under his touch as you felt your stomach tightening again.

You’d barely gotten over your first orgasm and in came the second one with a mind numbing intensity. Still, Spencer didn’t stop. If anything, he went even harder. When the third orgasm hit, you felt like you were floating as you let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. The orgasms kept coming, turning you into a whimpering incoherent mess. Each time you reached that high, you were sent further into a floaty headspace that you couldn’t put into words if you tried.

He finally stopped at the sixth orgasm, or so you thought. You should’ve known Spencer wouldn’t give up. He had pulled his fingers out, giving you a much needed break. That momentary break was short lived, cut off as he pushed your thighs up and pressed his hard length against your aching center. “You’ll be good and take it for me. Right angel?” Spencer couldn’t help but smile as you gave a pathetic little whine in response, trying to push yourself onto his cock. “That’s my good girl.” He gave you some much needed praise as he slowly slid his cock inside you.

Spencer let out a low moan against your neck as he started fucking you at a slow pace, earning little whimpers from you. “That’s it baby, you take it so well for me.” His lips brushed over your neck as he spoke, only adding to your sensitivity and desperation for him. “You can take a little more for me, can’t you?” As Spencer spoke, he moved his hand down between the two of you and rubbed circles on your clit. You couldn’t stand to keep your arms up anymore, reaching out for him desperately. “I’ve got you.” His voice was soft, bringing you a sense of comfort as you held onto him.

Once Spencer knew you were adjusted to him, the gentle touches were left behind. His cock pounded into you relentlessly as his fingers moved faster on your clit. Given your sensitivity and how much Spencer got off on your pleasure, it didn’t take long before you were both approaching your orgasms. He added pressure behind his touch as he rubbed your clit, bringing another sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure. “Spencer—“ You whimpered at the intensity, digging your nails into his arms.

“I know angel, I know.” Spencer spoke to you in that sweet voice, the one that made you melt into his touch. “You have to stop fighting it and lean into it. Breathe, relax.” If he didn’t know that talking you through things did it for you, he certainly learned in that moment. Right as he finished his sentence, you felt an orgasm coming on. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before, a blinding intensity that had your eyes rolling back. “Oh god! Oh god! Spencer, Spencer please!” Your voice came out as an almost scream, pleading and babbling at him while the pleasure overwhelmed every one of your senses.

As if the orgasm itself wasn’t enough, you came so hard it felt like an explosion. You were almost painfully sensitive as your walls tightened around him from the aftershocks. He came inside you moments later, letting out a string of moans against your neck. While Spencer rode out his high, his grip on your hip tightened so much you could almost guarantee it would bruise. He pulled out when he was finished and practically collapsed next to you.

“Do you feel okay?” Spencer asked in that sweet but slightly worried tone he often used after a particularly intense session. He searched your expression for any sign of distress, the concern in his own clear as day. “You poor thing, you’re still shaking.” His voice was laced with concern as he carefully wrapped his arms around you, running his fingers through your hair.

“M’ okay.” You managed to mumble sleepily, cuddling into him and resting your head on his chest. “I love you.” Your voice was barely audible as you placed a soft kiss on his chest.

Spanning over the next few weeks you’d noticed a few more subtle moments where Aaron radiated that dominance you’d come to drool over. Every moment you’d been playing over in your mind had been platonic at best. One night when the team returned from a marathon of a case, everything changed. You were beyond exhausted, barely keeping your eyes open. Everyone had already started filtering out and you were too tired to drive. You had planned to call an uber and deal with your car tomorrow, but that plan was discarded when Aaron offered to take you home. You tried to argue, but all it took was that firm tone of his and you were scrambling after him to his car.

By the time you got back to Aaron’s house, you were already nodding off and you woke up in his arms. It took a moment to process what had happened, letting out a surprised squeak as you did. Aaron had carried you all the way from his car into his house and he was sitting you on his bed. You tried to stand up, wanting to sleep on the couch so he could have his bed. As if he’d read your mind, Aaron lightly pushed you back down. “Sit.” He spoke in that same firm tone that always had you captivated. “Yes sir.” You said it without thought, cheeks turning bright red once you realized you had in fact said that aloud. “Sorry! That was.. I’m sorry.” You couldn’t make up much of an excuse in your still exhausted state. “Don’t be. It was cute.” Aaron replied with a little smirk. He tucked you into bed and you could’ve sworn he said “goodnight princess” as he did. You wrote it off, thinking you must’ve been imagining it as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up the next morning in the tank top and shorts you’d packed in your go bag. In that moment, you realized Aaron had changed you into your pajamas. Your cheeks heated up again and as you sat up, they went even darker. Aaron was in bed next to you in only a pair of boxers. He woke up, giving you a little smile. “Good morning princess.” There it was, you hadn’t misheard the night before. You stared at him for a moment, at a loss for words. “I figure if I get a title, it’s only fair you do as well.” He explained, his lips curling up into that little half smirk of his. He did a stretch before moving to sit up, the smirk growing as he saw your wandering eyes. “You stare at me a lot you know, especially my hands. You think a fellow profiler wouldn’t be so obvious.” He was clearly unbothered as he teased you about it, but you were embarrassed nonetheless.

“Aww, you poor thing. Don’t get all pouty on me. Come here.” Aaron wrapped an arm around your waist, giving a little tug as a silent invitation to move closer. You didn’t dare fight him on it, gladly taking the opportunity to cuddle up in his side. “You seemed to have a rather interesting dream last night. Did you know you sleep talk?” He slipped his hand under your shirt as he spoke, his fingers delicately trailing along your bare skin. “I think sir, please don’t stop had to be my favorite bit.” You hid your face in his neck as he said that, unable to face him in all the embarrassment. Aaron used his free hand to grip you by the jaw, pulling you in to make you look at him. “Did I say you could look away?” As he spoke, he gradually got closer until his lips just barely grazed over yours. You made little stuttering noises, but no real words came out as he stayed so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Having a hard time using your words?” Aaron teased, gently brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “That’s okay, you’ve made it quite obvious what you want.” He let go of your jaw in favor of resting his hand on your thigh. “I believe it’s about time I show you what these fingers can really do.” He gave your thigh a little squeeze, letting his fingers run over your skin. “Let’s get these off first.” He pulled your shorts and panties down in one go, tossing them aside. “Much better.” He shifted and got himself positioned behind you, engulfing you in his touch. One of his hands moved down until his fingers met your center. His fingers glided over your soaking wet folds at an agonizingly slow pace and before you dared to push against him, his free hand gripped your hip to hold you in place.

“Can’t have you rushing me. That would just take away from the fun, don’t you think?” Aaron teased, tightening his grip on your hip as he spoke. Before you had a chance to respond, his fingers finally made their way to your clit. He slowly rubbed circles on the sensitive spot, moving in to trail kisses along your jaw as he did. It felt like ages passed before he slid two fingers inside you, curling them up toward the spot that drove you wild. You let out a breathy moan as your hips tried to buck up toward his touch. “Ah ah, I said no rushing.” Aaron teased, tightening his grip on your hip once again as he slowly moved his fingers out and back in to hit the same spot. “Aaron, please.” Your voice came out like a needy whimper, begging him for more.

“Aaron? What happened to sir? I thought we had a nice thing going.” Aaron spoke in that teasing tone of his, still moving his fingers in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. “Sorry— god, sir please.” You let out a whiny moan as his fingers continued to hit that same spot, leaving you that much more desperate. “Please!” You didn’t even recognize your own voice anymore, completely at his mercy. It was like a switch flipped all of a sudden, the agonizingly slow pace left behind and forgotten. Aaron’s thumb moved up to rub your clit as his fingers relentlessly pounded your pussy at a pace that couldn’t be described in words. The pleasure he gave was mind numbing and the sounds that came from you felt like nothing you’d experienced before. His fingers dug into your hip so harshly that you were sure he’d leave bruises and he was most definitely leaving marks on your neck with the amount of attention he’d put in each spot.

It didn’t take long before that all too familiar heat pooled in your stomach. You desperately clung to his arms, nails digging in as the feeling grew in intensity. “Please don’t stop! Please sir, I’m so close!” You pleaded with him and he gladly complied, except it didn’t end there. The heat in your stomach expanded until you felt like your entire body was on fire and your orgasm came over you in waves. Aaron didn’t stop once you’d finished, pulling little whimpering noises from you as you clawed at his arms. “Sir, please. Too much!” You whined, gripping at him desperately and squirming under his touch. “I believe you said don’t stop, didn’t you?” His breath landed on your neck as he spoke, trailing kisses all over the sensitive skin. “Yes but— oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You cried out as a second orgasm suddenly washed over you, taking your protests along with it. You were right where you wanted to be, at the mercy of Aaron’s touch.

You’d lost count of your orgasms as the overwhelming pleasure continued. The overstimulation was torturous in both the worst and best ways. “Don’t know how much more I can take.” Your voice was whiny and weak, strained from the series of noises you’d let out. “Let’s see one more then princess. Just one more.” Aaron’s voice was soft against you as he kissed and nipped at your skin. With the overwhelming level of sensitivity you’d reached, it was mere moments before you came again. You could’ve sworn you’d screamed as your next orgasm ripped through you. You could feel your body shake from the overwhelming pleasure, riding it out until you fell limp against him with pathetic little noises escaping your lips.

It all started one night when Spencer came home late from a case he’d been working on for days and the two of you, too exhausted for much effort, decided on a movie marathon. You curled up on the couch with your head in his lap and he sat comfortably with his fingers running through your hair. As per usual, after one movie you were starting to nod off. In your half asleep state, you gently grabbed him by his wrist and brought his hand closer, taking two of his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers as your hands held his wrist, finding yourself unable to stay awake any longer. Spencer smiled fondly as you laid there asleep, carefully removing his fingers after a few minutes. He was careful not to wake you, picking you up and carrying you off to bed where you both fell asleep with ease.

That night wasn’t the first time you’d silently searched for comfort by sucking on his fingers. However, a couple days later things took a step further. Spencer had spent most of the day on the couch reading while you sat on the opposite side keeping yourself busy. You once again craved the comfort of having something in your mouth, going for a much less innocent something on that day. As Spencer sat there reading, you took it upon yourself to get down on your knees in front of him and unbutton his pants. You didn’t waste any time, freeing his cock from his boxers and taking the tip into your mouth. As you felt his cock hardening in your mouth, you looked up to find him glancing down at you.

“You could’ve told me you had an oral fixation.” He spoke without accusation, simply giving you a reminder that you truly could tell him anything. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and went back to his book. You sucked gently on his cock, the same way you had with his fingers. The two of you stayed that way for a while, up until you felt Spencer’s hand on the back of your head. You hadn’t taken notice when he set his book down to watch you, but a hand on your head was difficult to miss.

You took the hint from him, starting to slowly move your head up and down on his cock. You kept up the same gentle sucking motion, resting a hand on his thigh as you moved. “There you go, taking it so well for me.” Spencer’s voice came out breathy as his hand started moving you faster on his cock, causing you to take him in deeper. You followed his lead, letting him move your head just the way he liked as he let out those delicious noises. What were once soft little noises now came out as low breathy moans while his hips bucked up into your mouth.

“Just like that, mm.. getting close.” Spencer kept moving you on his cock as the warning left his lips. His words only encouraged you further and you kept up with ease. Moments later, a string of low noises escaped his lips as he filled your mouth with cum. You eagerly swallowed it all as his hips bucked up into your mouth, chasing the rest of the high you gave him. Once he’d finished, you licked his cock clean and got his pants back on before joining him on the couch.

rules and details

• 21+ for writing partners, 18+ may be considered but 21+ is my preference

• all ocs will be 21+

• discord only

• I write mature themes and all my rps include smut, if this is uncomfortable for you we won’t be a match

• I will NOT write any bathroom play (scat, watersports, etc.), animal cruelty, foot fetish content, underage characters, and I won’t do noncon (but I can do cnc play and dubcon) - I reserve the right to add to this list at any time

• NO AI WHATSOEVER

• I have a heavy preference for irl faceclaims

• I LOVE multimuse

• some of my fav themes and kinks - mafia, kidnapping, size difference, opposites attract, touch her and die, experienced x inexperienced, age gaps, free use, impact play, pet play, degradation, praise, overstimulation, orgasm control, threesomes, group play, double penetration, choking, hair pulling, biting, marking, toys, public sex, teasing