Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. Tha...
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TW: Public sex (not in the sight of anyone), choking, light degrading/praise kink, brief aftercare, face fucking (Smut isn't alerted when it starts in this chapter, unlike in chapter 13)
"And I'm so used to letting go, but I don't wanna be alone"
You smile softly to yourself as you wake up, feeling Spencer's arm wrapped around your waist. Humming, you snuggled closer to him. "I could get used to this" you muttered, hearing Spencer groan lightly as he woke up, "Morning" his voice was deep and gravely, placing a light kiss on your shoulder.
You definitely could get used to waking up in his arms. "Good morning," you replied, turning back to face him, admiring his messy hair. "How can you look this good right when you wake up?" He chuckled as you started to play with his hair, "I could ask you the same question" You shook your head at his answer.
"Flattery will get you nowhere Dr. Reid." You commented as you ran your fingers through his hair, "What does it take then?" He started with newfound confidence, "Hm, I've taken you out on a date, I fucked you and now flattery doesn't get me anywhere?" You bit your lip as he continued, deciding to tease him "That was making love, try fucking me until I can't walk, maybe choke me, surprise me. That might get you somewhere." You whispered, your lips inches away from his.
Spencer closed the gap between the two of you, pulling you flush against him. You smiled into the kiss, your fingers tugging at his hair. His hands traveling down your side as he bit your bottom lip. You parted your lips, your tongues fighting for dominance over the kiss.
He pulled away, pulling your shirt over your head. You tilted your head to the side, letting him kiss down your neck. You stifled a moan as he left hickeys in his wake. He gripped your hips, kissing down your collar bone, "Are you sure?" he muttered against your skin, looking up at you for confirmation. You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. "Positive, you're a genius, aren't you? I trust that you won't hurt me. If I say red, stop completely, yellow, stop what you're doing."
He let out a soft chuckle, tugging his own shirt off. His fingers unclasping your bra, exposing your bare chest to him. "You're beautiful" he praised, admiring your body. A faint blush covered your cheeks, at the praise.
He kissed down your chest, deliberately avoiding your nipples. You whimpered and mewled, pulling at his hair "Please" you begged, almost like a mantra, waiting for him to appease your need. "Hm? What do you want, little one? Use your words" He smirked, pulling away from you, watching you whimper. "Fuck, don't tease me" you cried, looking up at him.
He shook his head, continuing his movements "You can do better than that, love" his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties, waiting for your next attempt. Your breath hitched as he spoke, "Please Spence, I need you, I need to feel your touch, fuck please" You pleaded, rubbing your legs together trying to appease the friction you desired.
