The Mission

Ten

"Y/N, we shouldn't. We're both not thinking straight and you're trying to forget... this isn't-"

"Spencer, just shut your fucking mouth for once." 

Y/N impatiently tried to unbuckle Spencer's belt, while he nervously stared at her beautiful eyes. He knew that he had to cut her off before he lost control. He couldn't. He was here on a mission, not to fuck a girl he just met a few days ago. Besides, she was vulnerable, and they were both drunk as hell, which was morally wrong.

"Y/N, come on. We're both wet. Let's just dry ourselves-"

"The wetter the better. Besides, this isn't my first time or anything. I don't care if I'm half drunk. So just do me now." 

She tugged on Spencer's leather belt, causing him to lose balance and fall onto the bed. She got on top of him and kissed his neck passionately, leaving little red love bites like flowers blossoming onto the pale neck. She then proceeded to lick his his cheek, purring like a kitten. Spencer found himself moaning involuntarily, even if he tried to stop he couldn't. 

"Fu-uck, Y/N, why do you have this power over me. I hate you."

"Your dick is telling me another story, Spence." Y/N smirked as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Spencer's member was protruded, and white liquid was already dripping from the tip. Y/N guided her long fingers up and down the shaft, which caused Spencer to look away as he quivered. 

"Fine, but you don't get to be the top anymore." Spencer grabbed Y/N by her shoulders and pinned her onto the bed. He chuckled slightly, towering over her. "Now I get to be in control, and you asked for it."

He ripped off her lacy bra in one swift motion, licking his top lip in satisfaction as Y/N moaned from the sudden movement. Then he bent down to lick and suck on her left nipple, while massaging the other in a forceful way. "Fuck you Spencer." Y/N growled under her breath as she clawed the bed sheets. 

"You wanted to fuck me, so this is what you get."

"No please, just please, put it inside me."

"No, not yet." Spencer winked as he travelled down to Y/N's pulsating vagina. He took off her panties slowly, teasing her, then stood up from the bed.

"That's it for today."

"No, fuck you. My best friend just died. Can you just do this one thing for me please you sick son of a bit-"

"That's no way to speak to someone you want to get a good fucking out of." Spencer laughed, throwing his head back.

"Where do you get this confidence?"

"I guess the alcohol. But I am quite amazing in bed. 95 percent of the women I sleep with have told me my techniques are out of this world."

"Shut up and come here Spence. Just this once. Please." Y/N got down on her knees as she begged Spence to come in to bed with her.

Spencer stomped over again and told her to open her mouth. As she did, he slid his finger far back into her throat, and as she gagged, he felt his dick getting hard again. 

"I almost died of no air, are you seriously hard right now?" Y/N annoyingly spat out as he pulled his finger out of her throat. 

"It's a good lubricant, now shut the fuck up and bend over. You wanted this."

Y/N turned around as she felt a rush of adrenalin. Drunk Spencer was a different Spencer. He didn't feel like her English substitute Spence, who was timid, calm, nerdy, and shy, instead, he was impulsive and manly, making her vagina throb at every single move he did. He definitely knew what he was doing to make her feel this way, every emotion rushing at her at once and the thought of her best friend, Grant Anderson's brutal death was pushed to the back of her mind for now.

Spencer used Y/N's spit to widen her hole, and as he inserted his length into her, she gasped and groaned. Spencer quickly put his hand onto her head as he pulled her by her hair. He thrusted in first nice and slow, and then fast as he hit her core. 

"Fuck Spencer, fuck why are you so- just so- perfect."

"No, you are."

Spencer rubbed up against Y/N's clit using his two long fingers, as he moved in and out of her hole at the same time. This double sensation made Y/N come and her knees broke down.

"Shit, sorry I couldn't handle, it was just so good-" Y/N turned around and fell on top of the bed, an emptiness building up inside her from the absence of Spencer's dick.

Spencer smiled at her as he ejaculated all over her stomach, and then fell down on top of her.

Tired from the all the exercising, Spencer closed his eyes and Y/N covered both of them with the white sheet and hugged him to sleep.

...

(Next morning)

Derek, excited to bring Spencer some breakfast and a warm black coffee from Spencer's favorite childhood cafe hopped over the fence and sang a little song to himself as he opened his front door.

"Pretty boy, I know we're going over to the Andersons to investigate the murder in a few minutes but I thought I would bring you your favorite-" Derek gasped as he saw what was in front of him.

"What in the name of god happened here?"

A topless and bottomless Y/N and Spencer, covered by one shabby white sheet, were cuddled up together in the middle of his bed, snoring their heads off.