Is this wrong?

Us.

My breath quickened as he towered over me. The warmth of his body crashing against mine, our eyes locked, his hand caressing my face. 

Spence: "Y/n do you want this? I will not get mad if you say no, we could just cuddle." He said worried, but with an understanding expression on his face. 

Y/n: "Spence, I want this, I wanted this for a long time." His face lights up.

Spence: "Well, I wouldn't want to deny you something you've wanted for so long." He says with a smirk. "By the way, I wanted it too."

His hand gripped my thigh as his lips crashed on mine. Our breaths quickened, our bodies intertwined, the world finally felt fair, I finally felt at home.
I gasped as he started to kiss my neck, leaving purple bruises behind. He kissed my chest, playing with my nipples with his slender fingers. He moved to kiss my stomach grabbing the hem of my lace panties with his teeth, before doing anything his gaze was on mine. 

Spence: "May I?" I nod, a smirk appearing on his face. He started to pull down my underwear, revealing my dripping core to him. "Already so wet for me darling, you really know how to drive me crazy." 

Y/N: " You know how much I love driving you crazy, Spencer." His eyes darkened, he suddenly got serious. I hate to admit it, but seeing him like this, so serious and commanding but sweet and gentle at the same time, affected me more than it should.

His hands caressed my skin, setting it on fire. We knew that this would be the end of us, that this was wrong, but for some reason, we couldn't break apart from one another. In this moment, I felt like I finally started breathing after holding my breath for my whole life. This felt right; we felt right. 

Spencer: "God woman, you are going to be the death of me." I never felt more beautiful, how his eyes were traveling across my body, looking at me like I was a sculpture of a Greek goddess, how he touched me, how he smelled me, and how he stroked my hair.

I gasped when I felt his tongue sliding into my core,  his teeth brushing against my clit, his eyes locking into mine. 

Spencer: "You like that baby?"  I nod, my back arching when his fingers started pumping into me, faster and faster every minute.  "Don't hold back princess, I want my neighbors to hear my name until they are sick of it." At his words I scream his name, feeling him smirk at my heat while his tongue was working on my clit and his fingers were pumping into me. 

Y/n: "Spence p-please" I plead to him.

Spencer: "Please what? Use your words darling." 

Y/n: "I need to feel you inside of me, please I need you to fuck me." Spencer smiled, that stupid smile was pushed me over my edge, I arched my back when Spencer's mouth left me. I moaned in protest, glaring at him. "Why the fuck did you stop, I was going to come"

Spencer: "As much as I like the idea of you coming on my face, I really want you to come on my dick today, you can ride my face next time." I gasped as I felt his tip at my entrance, I decided to tease him a little, I love me some angry sex.

Y/n: "What makes you think that there will be a next time?" he stopped, his eyes darkened, his expression suddenly serious. His hand grabbed my throat, moving me to sit up as much as I could, bringing me inches away from his face.

Spencer: "It's cute that you think you can fuck other guys from now on, after tonight you are mine. You have always been mine." he releases my throat, my back didn't even touch the mattress as he slammed into me, a scream erupting from my mouth. My body had to adjust to his size for a moment. I never thought that the boy genius of the FBI, aka my enemy would be this big.

Spencer: "Do you understand whore?" My body jerked, I felt overstimulated, his dick inside of me, his raspy voice degrading me and his hand on my clit was throwing me over the edge.

Y/n: "YES! God yes I understand, I'm yours, only yours!" I scream, my nails digging into his skin, leaving little red marks in his back.

Spencer: "Are you on the pill?" he asks looking at me, slowing his pace down for a moment. As soon as I nodded, answering his question, he picked up his pace again. "Ask me." He says looking me in the eyes, he was on the edge, ready to explode.

Y/n: "Can I cum doctor?" He lets out a groan when he hears the nickname, nodding. "Yes, you can princess, come on my cock" As soon as those words left his mouth the knot in my stomach became undone. He fucked me through my orgasm, and soon I could feel his load shooting into me. 

 We stayed like that for a little bit, then he pulled out, a whine left my mouth due to the loss of contact. I saw him disappearing into his bathroom, after a few moments he came back with a towel in his hands, I went to take it from his hands to clean me up, but he pulled away. 

Y/n: "What are you doing?" I asked confused.

Spencer: "Let me take care of you" I look at him, a confused expression still on my face. "please". At his request I relaxed myself, plopping down on the bed. 

After he cleaned us up I felt his body coming behind mine, his hand snaking around my waist, his lips kissing my neck. I sighed to myself, knowingly.

After tonight, I was, in fact, his.