dead to me| 2- s. r

TWENTY-ONE

WARNINGS: smut

When your eyes flutter open the next morning, you're met with the sun shining in brightly through the curtains, casting a golden light over Spencer's features. He's still asleep, his lips pushed into a slight pout as he snores softly. You carefully try to pry his arms from around your waist, but you're only met with Spencer's grip tightening as he pulls you flush against him.

You gasp out when you feel a hard bulge pressing against your thigh, Spencer's arms tightening around you but still giving no indication that he's awake, but his actions are making you believe otherwise. You already feel the wetness pooling in your panties when Spencer leans forward to place kisses along your neck, his eyes still not open as he moves his hands to your front, sliding them under your shirt and cupping your breasts in his hands.

If you had any doubts about him being awake before, you certainly weren't doubting it now.

You feel Spencer wedge his thigh in between your legs, moving one of his hands from under your shirt and down to your hip, encouraging you to grind down against his thigh. The friction from the fabric of your shorts and Spencer's pyjama pants give just the right amount of pressure on your clit that has you sighing softly, eyes fluttering shut.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want to see you come undone," Spencer murmurs, giving your nipple a quick pinch. You peel your eyes open and let your eyes fall on Spencer's face as he smirks subtly, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your cheek before leaning into your ear.

"I bet if I just slipped my hand in your panties right now you'd be dripping, isn't that right?" he whispers huskily, making you whimper from his words and the feeling of Spencer moving his leg directly over your clit. "Answer me, you fucking slut," he instructs, gripping your hip tightly so you can't move anymore, making you whine softly.

"Yes," you sigh. "It's all for you."

"Hm, we'll see about that," he murmurs, retracting his leg completely and moving his hand from your hip, his fingers dancing along your tummy, tickling you softly before moving to your inner thighs. You whine softly, trying to buck your hips, silently trying to get his hands where you desperately want them.

"Spencer please," you whine.

"What? Be a good girl and use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want," he demands, sliding his hands up your thighs slowly.

"Please touch me, Spencer," you whine, eyes silently pleading with him to give you what you really want.

He smirks and finally slides his hands under your shorts, his fingers wasting no time before finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, making you moan out, burying your face in Spencer's shoulder. He tuts his tongue and uses his free hand to grab a chunk of your hair and tug your head back so you're looking at him.

"If you want me to keep going then you're going to look at me the whole time. Got it?" You nod your head at him which makes Spencer sigh, removing his hand from your hair and bringing it to your cheeks, pinching them together into a pout. "What did I tell you about words, darling? Use them."

"I understand," you whimper.

"Good girl," he praises, guiding his two fingers to your entrance and sliding them inside, curling them upwards to massage your g-spot while his thumb rubs circles on your clit, making you moan out loudly, whimpering incoherent phrases as you fuck yourself on Spencer's fingers.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me, doll?" He hums, gripping your chin to keep your eyes on him. "Y-Yes," you whine, feeling Spencer's fingers speed up, and you can already feel your legs starting to tremble. "Well go on then," he instructs.