dead to me| 2- s. r

FIVE

TW: smut (face-sitting, choking, she slaps him like once, dom!reader)

"W-Wait," Spencer murmurs against your lips, you pulling away almost immediately, "How much did you have to drink?"

"Just the one," you answer, bracing your hands on either side of his head, trapping him between you and the door, "How many did you have?"

"S-Same as you," he sputters out, "Are you sure you want to do this? W-With me?" You nod your head, tracing your finger along his jawline, "I'm sure, doctor. Are you?" He nods his head ecstatically, and you waste no time before connecting your lips again in a fiery, sloppy kiss. It's not practiced or coordinated whatsoever, a disastrous clash of teeth and tongue. 

Your hands go to Spencer's belt, tugging it from the loops as he slips off his shoes, leaving them behind him as you lead him down the familiar path to your bedroom. Your nimble fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, getting it off his shoulders just as you cross the threshold into your bedroom. You shut the door behind you to prevent Luna from wandering in, slamming Spencer up against it and moving to kiss his neck, sucking dark hickeys along the column of his throat.

His hands blindly reach for the zipper on the back of your dress as he throws his head back against the door, his large hands fumbling with the small zipper until it falls off your shoulders enough for him to push it down your body, pooling at your ankles for you to step out of it. He ogles at your black lingerie, trying to make a grab for your bra, but you push his hands away. Neither one of you says anything, especially since this isn't about being sweet and gentle with each other, but rather the sole opposite. You're both using each other for one night, giving in to the lustful desires that somehow keep you both drawn to each other no matter how reluctant you are to admit it.

As Spencer walks you backwards until your knees hit the bed, you manage to get his pants off, leaving him only in his boxers, the same state of undress as you. He pushes you backwards on the bed, crawling on top of you, bracing his hands on either side of your head to keep himself upright.

You wrap a leg around his hip and flip the position, taking Spencer by surprise as you flip you both over so you can now straddle his hips. Spencer doesn't know your reasoning for this, and you aren't planning on telling him. You won't let yourself be vulnerable with Spencer like you might have used to, relinquishing control and letting Spencer take it. You still don't trust Spencer all that much, which is why being in complete control of this situation is important to you.

Spencer doesn't question you for your choice, instead opting to look at you wide-eyed, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips as his eyes rake over your figure. You trail your hands down his chest until you reach his boxers, pulling them down just enough to release his dick from the confines of his boxers, wrapping a hand around him and stroking up and down softly.

"Fuck," Spencer groans softly. His hands fly to your hips and you smack them away, landing a gentle slap to his cheek as you pin them both above his head, "Hands off," you instruct. His eyes snap open, looking at you with blown pupils, blinking slowly. "Keep those there," you demand, Spencer, nodding his head immediately.

You reach over to your nightstand, grabbing the box of condoms and grabbing a singular one. This prompts a confused look from Spencer for a quick second, but he doesn't question you on it. If he did, you aren't exactly sure what he'd say if he were to find out that he was the reason for your insistence on them now.

You bring the foil wrapper up to Spencer's mouth, his teeth immediately taking the corner in between them so you could tear it, removing the condom. Spencer spits the piece of foil somewhere in the room, turning his attention back to you as you slide the condom on, his chest heaving in anticipation.