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Hey! Could you maybe write a piece on a normal day for Michael and y/n? From waking up together to eating breakfast? What they would do on that day together? Cute cuddles and kisses? Just enjoying each other’s company

in which you have a lazy day

The first day of Spring Break for a lot of college students meant airplanes and beaches. But while you weren’t traveling, it meant a week of normal days with nothing to interrupt your time with your boyfriend. It meant domestic time together and you were craving it. It felt as good as you imagined even as your eyes just fluttered open with the sunlight streaming into your room.

You yawned and you would have stretched your arms and legs as your night haze started subsiding but you couldn’t. Not with your boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped around you and holding you to him. He was holding you like a teddy bear, his face buried in your hair at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

It was cute, seeing him so serene. For once, he wasn’t glaring or behind his emotionless mask. He looked like the boy capable of love and sentiment like you knew he was. He looked almost defenseless in a way and the fact that he was trusting himself in that vulnerability to you, that — by his position — it almost seemed like was finding that protection in you, it had your heart full.

You tried to wiggle away first slowly so as not to wake him and disturb him from that beautiful peace, but despite the early morning, his strength was way beyond yours. His arms didn’t even budge. And when you tried using your legs, pushing slightly against his knees — which was where you could reach with your short position — you were still no closer to that space you needed to stretch your aching joints.

If anything, he grumbled out in his sleep and just brought you in even deeper into him. Until you felt his lips at your shoulder and every part of you was touching him. You were convinced he was still asleep, especially by the silence and his still even breathing. But then you heard his groggy voice, his morning voice huskier than usual sent your indecent heart running.

“What are you doing?” He said but never let go of you. His tone to you was as if you were a troublemaker he was suspicious of.

And you couldn’t help but smile, “I just wanted to stretch.”

But he just groaned softly at your words. “It’s too early.”

Finally you pulled away from him, just enough to see his face and to see his scowl-with-closed-eyes. He was adorable, you thought as you held his face between your hands. You may be the only person to ever think of him that way. You may also be the only person he was allowing to touch him so intimately. “It’s like 10am, bubba.”

“Exactly.” He grumbled. You were reminded how much not a morning person he was. But you took the opportunity to finally sit up, letting his arms fall to the bed behind you as you stretched your arms and legs lazily, like a cat.

And you felt him watching you, finally opening his eyes and enjoying the view of you being the first thing he sees as he wakes up. You felt the shift in your bed — which you had re-bought specifically because your original one was much too small for him, your parents hadn’t expected that to be an issue when they first bought it for you — as he moved closer to you. Sitting up just enough to move his face towards you before you pulled away, already knowing his intentions.

“No, Mikey.” You pushed his face until he fell back onto the pillow. No matter how much you loved his kisses. “I have morning breath.”

“I’ve kissed you with my cum in your mouth. I don’t really care.” He deadpanned and you gasped at his crude words. Grabbing your pillow, you hit him with it.

“You’re so gross.”

And before you could run away like you so often did whenever you got the confidence to jokingly hit him, he grabbed you by your waist. “Yeah, yeah.” You all but shrieked, giggling all the way down as he pushed you back to laying down on the bed.

But instead of vengeance, all he did was kiss your lips. Sweetly, gently, borderline still sleepily. But you enjoyed it nonetheless. When he pulled back, it was just enough to be able to whisper against your lips. “Alright, I’m up.”

You rolled your eyes when he got off from you, sitting on the edge of your bed instead and when your eyes followed him, you couldn’t help but look at his shirtless form. The ink on every inch of skin, each artwork a different depiction. Each showing parts of his impenetrable personality, his foreboding self that had so many others cowering with fear. Yet here you were in bed with him.

And it did the opposite of frighten you.

You couldn’t help but get on your knees behind him, soothing your hands on his chest from behind as you leaned over his shoulders, draped over him. “Mmm…maybe we could stay in bed for a little while longer?”

You asked him with a faux innocent lilt to your voice. After all, there were no classes you had to worry about. But as Michael looked up at you from behind his shoulder, you knew he could see your ulterior motives. And he wasn’t one to deny that. Maybe you were a hypocrite, after it took his so long to finally wake up, here you were bringing him back to bed.

You knew people thought he was the bad influence for you, that he was the one that took advantage of your naiveness to ravish you. But the truth was, you seduced him nearly as often as he did you.

And you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you laughed against his lips when he jumped to kiss you, falling back onto the mattress as he fell on top of you.

Your body felt tingly with the relaxation. It made finally leaving the bed a difficult choice. But one your body had to make when you felt the familiar claws of hunger.

“What do you want for breakfast?” You asked but only as a pleasantry. Michael never had a preference. He liked whatever you made him. And you were proven right when he shrugged. “I don’t care.”

You think your cooking, however basic, had a certain effect on him and you weren’t sure what it was. Maybe he pictured this dynamic, this family-like dynamic and that had him so happy in a way he never is in public. That connection, that future that he would never have had if it weren’t for you. It filled him with warmth. You’ve given him so much.

So even when you just settled on pouring cereal into two bowls, he still kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you back to him until your back hit his chest as he watched from above you.

“What do you want to do today?” You asked, handing him his bowl and watched as he unceremoniously heaped himself on your couch. But you didn’t chastise him. Even though you spent most of your time at his house, you loved that he felt so comfortable in your apartment, like it was his home too.

Usually when you had those rare days off, you went out. Either on a classic date or just out shopping and enjoying the day out of the house, alone. But you had time to do that in the upcoming days.

Michael was definitely thinking the same thing when he looked at you, pausing in bringing the spoonful of cereal up to his mouth. His expression finally out of his sleepy vulnerable state he always was in in the morning and back to his usual stoic expression. He wasn’t smiling but you knew he felt comfortable, at peace. “I want to stay in.”

And you couldn’t help but smile, your own bowl in your hand as you sat next to him. You knew him too well. “We can do that.”

Staying inside and just enjoying the day with each other sounded heavenly. Even starting just then, as he sat eating his breakfast on your couch, the tv humming softly in front of him, you were happy to just sit yourself next to him. You didn’t even have to ask before he wrapped an arm around your body. His arms were long enough that he could hold you in his arms and have his bowl in the hand of the arm that was keeping you there. His other hand with the spoon bringing up spoonfuls into his mouth without an issue of your frame getting in the way. And you ate contentedly in your new position.

You were laying down on the couch, your feet on Michael’s lap. Michael had beaten you to the music selection so his loud and frankly inappropriate music was blaring throughout your apartment. Technically you had a book in your lap but you long closed it and were swiping on your phone.

You kept showing your phone to him whenever you found a funny video and always loved seeing his stoic reactions to them. But you especially loved when you could finally draw out a little smile. Maybe it was more in amusement to the little things that made you laugh than it was finding them funny. But you’d take it.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked, word for word as that funny trend you kept seeing go around and the confusion in Michael’s face, your poor boyfriend who’s interests were so much more…mature than yours, made it worth it.

“You’ve been on your phone for too long.” And when he tried to take your phone, you laughed angling it away. “Aren’t you supposed to be reading anyway?”

And as you stretched your short arm to hold your phone away even further from his grabbing hand, you gasped. A faux-offended look on your face. “Excuse me. I don’t need to be called out for not reading when I should be. Especially by my boyfriend.”

“Uh-huh.” Michael said, finally climbing over you as you giggled. He took a hold of your phone from your pathetically little arm-span. “Well now you won’t be distracted.” But he didn’t get off of you, instead he threw the phone behind him on the couch and focused on kissing your cheek. Which would be sweet if his hands didn’t find the most ticklish spots on your body.

“Michael!” You laughed, writhing away from him at the sensation. “Get—” Your laughs were turning more into giggly screams. “Get off me!”

He was heavy too but you didn’t mind it, especially when you felt his sweet lips on your face. These were your favorite moments with him. When he was playful, free of his reputation and his past feelings that made him so emotionless and scary to others. Instead, he was the loving, funny boy you knew he could be for you. And you weren’t the shy, nervous girl you couldn’t help but being to others. No, with each other, you were your true selves and it was comfortable, perfect.

You hadn’t realized how long the days were when you had nothing to do. So when you jumped on Michael, still sitting on the couch with his earbuds in while you had thrown away your remainder of lunch — a small meal eaten on the couch that felt so intimate you could imagine it being better than even five star restaurants — and suggested watching something together he couldn’t disagree.

He flipped through your subscription services as you settled yourself nearly on top of him, your head on his chest and your arms around him, cuddling yourself into him. “You can choose, Mikey.”

The domesticity of everything had you at ease and you loved seeing the same expression on his face. You watched as he finally chose a movie and you pouted when you saw the heavy action movie. But you stayed silent, just nuzzling yourself deeper into him as you prepared yourself for the tense two hours ahead of you.

But you think he did it on purpose, choosing a movie he knew you wouldn’t want to watch just to see you hide your face in his chest during those jumpy scenes or hold him tighter when someone died on screen. But maybe you could somehow also see the positives of watching Michael’s favorite genre of movie with him for once because of the way he kissed the top of your head and whispered soothingly to you, his hand moving up and down your body gently. Even you could admit, however, the irony of your hatred of even action movies for their violence considering who your boyfriend was.

“You have the worst taste in movies.” You whispered against his neck as you buried your face there, eyes closed — evidently done even pretending to watch the movie as the final scenes began and instead just basking in his scent and warmth. You felt the rumble of his chuckle under you.

“You didn’t even watch it.”

You gasped, faux-offended. “Yes I did! That’s why I can say that.” But then you gave him a lazy smile. “But I liked the cuddling. So, I guess it was okay.”

And Michael shook his head in amusement and you were sure only you would ever be able to recognize that ghost of a smile on his face. He didn’t have to say that it was his favorite part either for you to know it.

You leaned up and kiss him gently before laying your head back on his chest. “Let’s stay like this for the rest of the day.”

When you felt him stand up, carrying you in his arms, you almost whined that he had ignored what you’d just said. But then he was carrying you into your bedroom and laying down on your bed, situating you so your front was to his. Your arms were around his waist, allowing you to cuddle yourself into him, face on his chest as he held you.

You sighed out in bliss. “Today was fun.” Technically you didn’t do anything, just had a lazy day together and enjoyed each other. But it seemed, that was perfect.

Michael hummed in agreement as he buried his face in your splayed out hair. You think people wouldn’t believe him if they heard him. No way party animal Michael would enjoy such a boring day at home with his girlfriend. But that was where the truth laid: you knew him better than anyone. He was telling the truth, he always preferred a day alone with you over anything. He’d never felt so at ease and completely comfortable to be himself.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?”

“The same thing as today.”

You laughed. “Nice try. We’re going out tomorrow, we can’t stay inside all break.”

Frankly, Michael didn’t see why not. Sometimes, he wanted to lock you away and keep you all to himself forever. Staying inside with you all break, having days as nice and peaceful as these all break seemed like a dream. One a couple of years ago, he never would have imagined a man like him would deserve. But he stayed silent, he would do anything you wanted. Both of you knew that.

“I didn’t jump as much as last time when you chose the movie.” You were speaking lowly without having to. But it fit with the comfy aura around you. That was another thing you loved, speaking about nothing but everything with each other.

“That’s because I chose one that wasn’t that violent.” You felt his arms hold you tighter to him. Your bodies fit perfectly. And you melted even more into him knowing he had taken your likes into account when choosing the movie even when it was his turn.

“Okay I guess it wasn’t so bad. I still think my favorite part of the day is right now, though. How about you?”

You looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes. And you felt his lips at your forehead in a kiss but he didn’t move them after. Just stayed there, face touching yours.“That wake-up call was pretty fun.”

You slapped his chest a little, “Mikey!” You whined. “I was trying to have a cute moment.”

Leave it to him to compare your morning sex to your sweet, innocent, cuddling.

“You looked pretty cute when I had my tong—”

“Michael!” You chastised, giggling just a bit. You madee a move to pull away but he just held you tighter to him, almost moving on top of you so you were forced just to nuzzle into him further. He wasn’t going to have you move away from his cuddles.

He was laughing silently and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face. He was so handsome when he laughed and you were so proud only you ever got to see that expression on him just like only you ever heard him be this talkative. “Are you going to pretend that wasn’t your favorite part because I remember you really liking it.”

You huffed against his chest, “Fine. The movie was my second favorite part of the day.”

He was silent for a moment, just basking in this gentle moment with your small frame in his arms. You felt so safe, so warm in his arms. Like home. “This is mine.”

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fireflyinks · 3 months

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A SPECIAL SHOW

Part 3 of kinktober | main masterlist

virgin!spencer x fem!reader; Lingerie, Exhibitionist/voyeur, overstimulation, squirting

No one would’ve guessed you liked to touch yourself in front of billions of people online, except for your roommate, who you thought would be a great addition to your next late-night session.

Words: 6,213

a/n: my kinktober is running late. Oopsss

THERE WAS SOMETHING EXHILARATING ABOUT BEING WATCHED. You reveled in the sensation of being the center of attention. You weren't sure how it started, nor when it started, all you knew was that every Friday night you were always seated—or sometimes laid—in front of your computer. Webcam on, chatroom on, and most importantly, your alter ego was on.

Princess_Pink is online.

It wasn't the most creative name, but it was your initial thought when you made your account. You had always taken a certain liking for the color pink. As for princess... well, there was nothing else to it, you just liked being called that.

Princess.no1.fan: i've been waiting for you!! Adam_4432: hey princess Keaton-bigdick: ready to jerk off to you baby Hardcock69: turn on your cam!

If you told your younger self that you'd be touching yourself in front of horny strangers online, you would've scoffed in disgust. Your past innocent self would definitely look down on your choices, which honestly, something you once had questioned too at one point. But the amount of money increasing in your bank account always stops you from doubting yourself.

It was partly the reason why you were still doing this. Your nine-to-five job wasn't going to cut out the expenses you needed, providing yourself in other ways was the only option. The reason was, yes, you needed the money, that was true. But deep down you were aware of how much you actually enjoyed doing this. If you once thought that these men watching you were disgusting, horny people, then maybe you were just as disgusting as they were.

And somehow you were okay with that.

Horny_BBC: turn your fucking cam on you slut JadenCums: don't talk to her like that JadenCums: she's not going to give us anything if we don't behave Princess.no1.fan: princess pretty please show us your sexy body

You turned your camera on. There it was, your reflection on the screen. Your baby pink lingerie, a silky second skin, clung to every curve, accentuating the elegant contours of your body with its deep neckline plunging gracefully. Your hair cascaded in loose waves, catching the soft lights in your bedroom, and illuminating your smooth skin. A coy, knowing smile played on your lips, revealing a self-assured confidence that was impossible to ignore.

"Hello, boys," you greeted, your voice deep and sultry. "Did you miss me?"

A chorus of replies filled the chatroom and you smiled. You loved the attention they gave you. It was something you never gained in your normal, mundane daily life, and you actually didn't mind it. You liked being the invisible quiet girl sitting at her own desk, minding her own business. But now you were exactly the opposite of that girl and you thrived on the desires that lingered in those who watched you.

But there was still some privacy that you needed to keep because honestly, you didn't want your coworker to know this secret life of yours. You used to wear a fancy mask that looked like it came out from a masquerade ball, but with how technology has developed, you now opted to use a filter that animated your features. It was perfect.

"I had a very rough week," you continued, playing with your hair. "But now that everyone is here..." You leaned forward, showing the soft curves of your cleavage. "...I feel so much better."

Adam_4432: fucking hot Keaton-bigdick: love the dress Keaton-bigdick: love it better on the floor

You giggled. "Patience, boys. You know how this goes. We play a little game along the way." You ran a hand through your hair. "So what game do you think we should play?"

Your eyes traveled along the comments. "Twister? How are we supposed to play that? Oh—Strip poker? That does sound good—wait! Yes! We should do a classic." A smile curled on your lips. "Truth or dare."

Fatcock_777: ok truth or dare princess?

You rolled your eyes. "Truth, duh. We're starting this slow."

You scanned through the comments and picked a question that seemed easy for you to answer.

Pussylicker: have you ever masturbated in public

"I have masturbated in public," you responded, biting your bottom lip teasingly as you looked straight into the camera. "I once touched myself at work because... well, I was desperate. Locked myself inside the bathroom and fucked myself with my fingers, it was so hard keeping quiet."

You then laughed at yourself. "Alright, next question. I'm still choosing truth, by the way."

JadenCums: will you ever bring a guest here? JadenCums: would love to see you getting fucked

This time you wiped your tongue along your lip. The mere thought of having someone else please you who was not yourself, right in front of these strangers online, aroused you in a way you never thought possible. You clenched your thighs together as you imagined yourself in front of the camera while somebody else was here to touch you, to tease you—to fuck you.

"Bringing somebody else here? Sounds amazing, to be honest," you answered. "But you see, I don't think I know anyone willing to do what I do—"

Bang! Clink. Clink.

You stopped yourself and frowned. A sudden sound vibrated through your room, a jarring clash of clanging and clattering emanated from what seemed to be the kitchen. Your eyes darted toward the noise, curiosity, and concern merging on your face as you attempted to discern its source.

Another clatter followed through, louder than before.

"Wait a minute, boys," you mindlessly said to your audience, your eyes still narrowing on your bedroom door. "I'll be right back."

You quickly turned off your camera and muted your microphone, ignoring the protests thrown in the chat, and rose from your bed. With measured steps, you left the sanctity of your room and ventured into the adjacent kitchen. Your steps halted right at the moment you found your roommate stooping down to retrieve a fallen pan. The metallic clang resonated briefly, then subsided, replaced by the soft rustling of clothes and the muted glow of ambient lighting.

"Spencer?" You called out softly, your voice carrying a note of concern.

He straightened up, holding the pan in his hand. His response was apologetic, a musing note in his voice, "Sorry if I woke you. I couldn't sleep, and I thought drinking something warm could help me relax."

Your eyes wandered to the carton of milk that sat on the counter. "So you decided to make warm milk?"

"Apparently we ran out of tea..."

His voice trailed off as he looked up from the fallen pan, and as he met your gaze, time seemed to slow. His apology hung in the air, a mere whisper, as his eyes found your figure in the soft glow of the kitchen lights. The lingerie you wore, delicate and pretty, cast your curves in a subtle, alluring way.

There was one word to describe your roommate. Cute. He was really cute. If he wasn't so oblivious to your little, innocent crush, you'd already be worshiping the ground he walked on. Maybe you should've told him how you found his habit of dumping facts endearing, but then again, you felt as if he had been avoiding you ever since he found out about your late-night rendezvous with your computer.

Keeping it a secret from your friends, family, and colleagues was easy, you didn't see them often. But keeping it a secret from Spencer, your roommate who you see every day, who bluntly asked why you were whining every Friday night at the exact same time, was hard.

Surprisingly, you thought you'd be appalled by telling him the truth, but something about him made you spill out what you had been doing behind your bedroom door. He seemed like the type of person who never judged, and he obviously didn't when you told him you were doing it for the money. But even though he accepted your secret without pressing any further, you realized, he had been avoiding you ever since.

For a heartbeat, silence enveloped the room, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator. Then he finally tore his gaze away, clearing his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "It's Friday, huh?"

You stepped closer, your bare feet making a soft padding sound on the kitchen floor. "Yeah."

"Well, uh, you can go back to what you were doing. Don't mind me."

You couldn't help but study him with a sense of quiet fascination. There was something utterly captivating about the way he appeared in this unguarded moment, and you couldn't resist your curiosity as you observed his relaxed, almost nonchalant demeanor.

Your eyes trailed over him. The lower half of his body was swathed in loose-fitting pajama pants, their fabric patterned with a subdued design. The shirt he wore was equally unpretentious, and its well-worn, soft texture cradled his upper body loosely. His hair seized your attention next. It was disheveled and slightly tousled, its tips barely touching his shoulders.

Yet, it was his hands that captivated you the most. His hands were notably broad, his fingers long and deft. The veins that traced along the back of his hands were what had you staring further, and as you caught the way they flexed whenever he moved between the narrowed space, you wondered what it would feel like to have them on you.

And now the question from earlier kept on repeating in your head. Will you ever bring a guest here? If you had to choose someone else to please you, your answer would definitely be him.

"Hey, Spence?" He looked at you, and under the intense scrutiny of his gaze, your nerves tightened their grip on you. You quickly shook your head. "Never mind."

"No—wait. What is it?"

"It's nothing, just forget it."

He took a step forward, closing the gap between you. "Tell me what you were about to say."

It was now or never, at least, that was what you kept convincing yourself. You then braced for the question that had been lingering on the tip of your tongue. "How do you feel about joining me?"

You noticed the frown forming on his face. "Joining you?"

"Yes, for my stream." The baffled look he gave you made you explain yourself further. "You don't have to be naked! And if you must know, I use this cute filter to hide my face in a way, but if you don't like that, you can be completely anonymous. I'll make sure your face is out of the frame."

You wanted to kick yourself. The silence that came after your proposition was gnawing at you, almost as if it was mocking your brassness. This was Spencer Reid, the hot-shot FBI agent you lived with who had been avoiding you for the exact reason, and you were now inviting him to join you? What on earth were you thinking?

"See? This is stupid. Forget I said anything—"

"What do I have to do? If... if I don't have to be naked."

You blinked, caught by surprise for a moment, and then your lips curved into a coy smile. He was interested.

"You can play with me."

You took a step forward.

"Touch me."

You took satisfaction in the way his eyes lowered down your body.

"Please me." Your eyes bore into him, liking the way they turned a shade darker as he kept staring at your cleavage. "Who knows? Maybe you'll be able to sleep after this."

His eyes swept along the expansion of your neck before they met your gaze. "Just... touch you? That's it?"

"That's it," you confirmed. You wanted to ease the tension, so you joked with a playful grin, "I'll split the money with you from this stream."

Spencer softly chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "No, keep it. People pay to watch you, not me."

"So is that a yes?"

He exhaled a deep breath. "...yeah?"

It was really happening. Before he could regret his decision, you quickly reached for his hand and guided him to your room. He followed you quietly, and when you pulled him in, his eyes swept across your personal space, taking in the predominant color palette of pink that seemed to envelop the space with a cozy, feminine charm.

The heart of your room was undoubtedly your computer setup, strategically placed directly in front of your bed. There was a small camera perched on top of the screen and a professional mic placed to the side, and to be completely honest, the sight of everything was starting to intimidate him.

"I need to tell you something," he softly began. "This is my first time doing this."

You gently squeezed his hand. "I'd be surprised if you've ever done this before. You're not even on social media."

"No, I mean—" He turned you around to face him. "I've never touched someone... intimately."

"Really?" Your eyes shot up as you noticed the way he emphasized the word. "Wait, Spencer... are you a virgin?"

There was a pause as he searched your eyes hesitantly. "Does it make me weird if I told you I am?"

Somehow that didn't surprise you, since you never actually saw him taking an interest in relationships, so your response was swift. "No. You're always weird regardless," you quipped, dissipating the tension with a teasing grin. "I'm kidding."

He smiled, although his question still lingered in the air, and he shifted the focus back to you again. "Do you still want me here?"

"I should be asking you that question, silly. Are you fine with all this?"

To your surprise, his response was affirmative. "Surprisingly, yes, I am."

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

He still looked nervous though, and without putting much thought into it, you closed the distance and stood on your tiptoes. Your hands softly held his jaw, and the moment you pressed your lips onto his, a sound of satisfaction erupted from his chest.

You sighed in contentment as you felt his hands sliding around your waist, holding you closer as you moved your lips against his. The kiss was slow and lazy, yet the sensation of it traveled along your body, leaving you almost breathless as you felt his tongue teasing your entrance. A moan slipped out of you as you buried your hands in his hair, tugging onto the strands desperately as your tongues collided with one another in a delicate trance.

Your lips on his were hot, soft, settling, and wet, pulling onto each other for more and when you finally stopped, his eyes were closed, heavily exhaling, his hair ruffled, and he looked like the prettiest mess ever.

"W- What was that for?" He whispered, still in his dazed state.

"Setting the mood." You slowly pulled away and walked over to your bed, sitting at the edge of it, positioning yourself back in front of your computer. "For someone who has never had sex, you sure know how to kiss."

He collected himself and looked at you as if you had offended him. "I've kissed other people before."

"I can tell." You then narrowed your eyes at him. "Alright, you ready?"

"I..." He took a tentative step forward. "I think so."

With practiced efficiency, you started up the stream again. The moment you turned on your microphone and camera, almost immediately, comments began flooding in. The chat scrolled rapidly. You let a mischievous smile tug at the corner of your lips as your eyes flicked to the monitor.

"Hey, everyone, sorry for leaving you so suddenly. But I guess this is your lucky day... because I have someone joining me tonight!" A chorus of excited responses flooded the chatroom and you giggled at the enthusiasm they were giving you. "Oh my, didn't know you guys really wanted a guest over here."

Pussylicker: fuck yeah Princess.no1.fan: don't know if I should be excited or jealous Adam_4432: gonna fuck my cock watching you Fatcock_777 sent a $100 gift

Easy money, you thought to yourself, and by the way Spencer's eyes went wide, he also caught the amount of money sent to you when you were barely doing anything. "They give you that much for saying that?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his innocence. "Spe—" You stopped as his name almost slipped out your mouth. You cleared your throat and quickly corrected yourself. "Babe, they can hear you."

The pale complexion of his skin accentuated the subtle blush that tinged his cheeks, a result of either your affectionate tone or his embarrassment over his unfamiliarity with the situation. "Oh." He stared at your computer screen with uncertainty, his gaze filled with hesitation. "Right."

You urged him to come closer with your hand. "Come here, pretty boy."

He cast a fleeting glance in your direction, prompting an eye-roll as you observed his clumsy approach towards you. You eyed the camera and addressed your audience, "He's a little shy, please be nice to him."

As soon as he entered the camera frame, the comments section buzzed with curiosity. Many viewers wondered about the identity of this mysterious man, who happened to appear just as someone questioned a potential guest on the stream. Most of the other comments were positive, stating how excited they were, but a few of them disturbed you when they mentioned Spencer's physical appearance and how 'this fucking twig' didn't deserve to touch you.

You quickly guided your mouse to block them.

"I told you to be nice," you emphasized, your voice carrying a subtle edge. "I don't tolerate any form of harassment."

Spencer, seemingly oblivious, frowned at you. "What did you do?"

"Kicking disrespectful people out," you answered for him. Then, directing your attention towards him, you rose from your bed and gestured to the empty space. "Sit here."

He followed your instructions, settling onto the soft mattress as you adjusted your camera at a lower angle, making sure his face remained hidden from view. When you were satisfied, you instructed him to scoot back, which he happily obliged, because how couldn't he? He was captivated by what was happening.

Spencer never thought he would have his lower half on display—albeit still fully clothed—in front of thousands of people online. Yet here he was, sitting right in front of a camera, watching you as you slipped your knee between his thighs, urging him to part his legs. Nervous energy pulsed through him as he found himself in such close proximity to you, especially when you started to kneel right between him, clutching his shoulders as you steadied yourself.

"Someone dared me to show my cute panties," you mused, and even when you were addressing yourself to the stream, your eyes were locked with his. "Help me show them, babe."

His heart quickened as he looked up at you. "W-what do I do?"

You smiled at him and leaned down, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, making sure he was the only one to hear you as you whispered, "Play with my ass, Spencer."

His breathing became shallow and erratic. He slowly reached out and put his wide hands on your hips before sliding them along your ass cheeks. He gently kneaded them, squeezing them with the utmost delicacy as if he was holding himself back.

Spencer had always been a gentle person, it was a fundamental aspect of his character, something he had known from the depths of his being. You liked that about him, it differentiated him from all the men you had ever been with. But right now you needed him to touch you with the same urgency you craved. You needed him to let go.

"You can do better than that, pretty boy," you pressed on, brushing your lips along his jawline. "Show the audience what they want."

Something in him switched at that moment. Maybe it was the way you were kissing down his neck. Or maybe it was the way you were pressed against him. Whatever it was, he suddenly felt less inclined to be gentle and, instead, he gripped onto your cheeks with more power. He squeezed them, holding your flesh with so much vigor that you had to hold onto him, burying your face in his neck.

He glanced past your shoulder and caught your reflection. He couldn't believe those were his hands on the screen; touching you, teasing you, pleasing you. You were definitely pleased with the way you kept on squirming against him. It mesmerized him how much you were responding to his simple touch, and now when he knew he could make you sigh in pleasure, he wondered how much more you could react the more he touched you.

Spencer pressed his hands at the back of your thighs before trailing them up your legs. He paused for a moment, hearing the way your breath quickened with anticipation, and smiled to himself when you let out a whimper as he squeezed your flesh again. The hem of your lingerie rode up your hips every time he moved, and your laced panties, with their fabric barely covering your already wet sex, were on display for the audience to see.

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He cocked an eyebrow, fascinated by how showing a little skin could earn you money. Curiosity took over him, and he let his fingers trail between your flesh before spreading them apart, showing off your wet patch to the camera. You arched your back, pressing your lips into his neck again as your arousal shot through your veins before it pooled right in your center.

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Interesting, Spencer thought, and slipped his fingers between the soft material of your panties before sliding it to the side, exposing your wet skin. His eyes shot up when someone gifted you another hundred dollars, and without much thinking, he brushed the pad of his fingers along your folds, loving the way you whined out a desperate moan right into his ear.

"You're doing great, baby," you told him breathlessly. Hearing your encouragement only made him want to please you even more. He let his middle finger glide along your dripping pussy, mesmerized at how wet you were, and braved himself as he slowly pushed his finger inside you.

He couldn't stop the sound of pleasure erupting from his chest when you squeezed around him. You were so wet, so warm, so incredibly tight. He thrust his finger in and out of you and you mewled, arching your back, grinding your hips toward his touch. And just as you were about to relish the sensation, he abruptly pulled his finger out of you and held you by the hips, gently pushing you off of him.

"Somebody dared you to turn around," he said, licking his lips as his eyes trailed along the front of your body, stopping right at your cleavage.

You smiled, amused that he was actually reading along the comments while touching you. Without saying a word, you got off the bed, your back still facing the camera. Your hands gently slid up your lingerie and you tugged on your panties down your legs, not forgetting to arch your back while doing so, making sure the camera captured the soft curves of your ass.

Spencer watched you intently. He watched the way your body swayed from each movement, appraising the swell of your breasts and the way your nipples pressed against the thin material of your lingerie, slightly teasing him behind the see-through lace. His eyes skimmed along your neck, stopping at your face, taking in the way you were looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

You were so beautiful. His fingers moved almost of their own accord, reaching out as if guided by some unseen force, wanting to touch you further. He rested a hand on your hip while his other hand slipped behind your neck, pulling you closer as he slightly reached out, meeting you halfway in a soft, enchanting kiss.

You melted right into him. His unexpected kiss threw you off as you weren't prepared for how passionate he was exploring your mouth; nipping your bottom lip, softly sucking the flesh as he pushed his tongue into you. He was kissing you as if he couldn't get enough of you, as if the first time he tasted you ignited the passion within him, forcing yourself to surrender to his touch.

As much as you wanted it to last, you pulled away, pressing your forehead against his, completely breathless as if the sheer magnitude of his kiss had stolen the very air from your lungs. "We should... we should keep the show going."

Your words reminded him that you were still being watched. "...Right."

Finally pulling away from him, you turned around and faced your monitor, reading along the comments on the screen. Although the camera didn't capture your kiss, the intimate atmosphere was unmistakable, and many of your followers began speculating about the identity of this mysterious man. They raised questions, even going so far as to wonder if he was your boyfriend.

How you wished that was true.

You shook your head and focused on the other comments, picking up the ones where they were throwing you some dares. One of them insisted for you to spread your legs in front of the camera which was honestly something you plan to do anyway.

So you sat between his legs, pressing your backside against his crotch, and stifled a moan when you felt his cock pressing into you. You could tell how hard he was, how aroused he seemed just by touching you. It was undeniably satisfying to be the one who had evoked such a response from him.

You leaned on his chest, placing your head right in the crook of his neck, and slowly spread your legs apart, finally exposing your flesh. Spencer could feel his slacks tightening, feeling himself going hard at the sight of you. The soft, ambient light in the room played a delicate dance upon your wet skin, accentuating its flawless smoothness. He also realized he wasn't the only one mesmerized by you, the chatroom also seemed to be buzzing with excitement.

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"I think they dared you to do something, baby," you mentioned, arching your back and spreading your legs wider. But Spencer's attention was somewhere else, most precisely, on your chest. Your nipples were begging for attention and he couldn't help but reach out his hands over the swell of your breasts. He gave them both a gentle, appreciative squeeze, admiring the way they looked in his hands.

"Babe," you whispered, your voice almost coming out as a whimper. "T- That's not what they want."

"But it's what I want," he said absentmindedly, too focused on watching the way his large hands covered your breasts. "They can wait a little longer."

His hands then moved to tug down the straps of your lingerie, your breasts spilling out from the sheer lace material and he groaned at the sight. "You're beautiful," he praised you, earning a soft blush along your cheeks. He palmed them again, watching the fleshy, supple skin contort around his touch. "No wonder everyone loves seeing your body."

Your breath quickened as you felt the sensations intensify, pleasure coursing through your body. "Are you sure you've never touched anyone before?"

He hummed a reply as he pinched your nipples between the calloused pads of his fingers, tugging them from your body as he cherished the gasp that left your lips. Letting go as he watched your breast bounce at the motion before repeating the action, wanting to pull more of those noises from your pretty lips. His eyes glanced over to the screen and smiled in satisfaction when your subscribers gifted you again.

"See? They like these as much as I do," he mentioned, giving your breasts a final squeeze before down your stomach, across the dip of your navel, up and down the thickness of your thighs until he stopped between your legs. Fingers lathered down your slit, feathering at your folds and experimentally teasing around your entrance. He watched himself as he pressed onto your pussy lips, spreading them apart for your viewers to see.

This position wasn't unfamiliar to you, you had spread your legs for the camera countless times, but to have another person touching you overwhelmed you in a way you didn't know possible. And when you thought you couldn't take more of the pleasure building up in your body, he proved you wrong by pressing a finger right onto your clit, making circular motions right on top of it.

You couldn't help but let out a moan louder than you intended to. "Babe..."

You gave into the sensation, watching as his fingers continued their exploration. You could already feel him harden with each steady, rhythmic beat of his heart while his fingers explored you, collecting the slick of your arousal before spreading it along your folds.

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Spencer didn't have to be asked twice, sliding his middle finger into you. You let out a gasp. "Fuck, baby..." Your eyes were transfixed on the screen as you watched the way his hand flexed, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you before adding another one, stretching your inner walls.

You whimpered as he began to thrust into you and your body jerked involuntarily. Your room was quickly filled with the lewd sound of his fingers plunging in and out of you as he kept a steady pace, fingers rutting into your tight hole, your slick inner walls clenching around him with each thrust. He watched your reflection on screen with curious eyes, catching the way your breath hitched and the way your lips fell split.

His fingers were long and thick, dragging along your walls. The moment of gentleness was suddenly gone when he picked up the pace. The speed turned into a ferocious one as if he was trying to reach deep inside of you and force something out. A reaction. He wanted to force another reaction out of you, more than you were giving to him now.

"That's it—fuck." You gasped, feeling that familiar coil in your stomach. "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

He curled his fingers inside of you, making your body jolt. He pressed the palm of his hand on your clit, and with every thrust, his skin rubbed against it. Your hips jerked against him again as a tiny moan escaped your lips, your head slumping against his shoulder.

"Faster," you managed to squeak. "I-I'm close."

Who was he to disobey your wishes? He obliged to your needs and pumped his fingers in a mind-numbing speed. The intensity made it hard for you to think, your body trembling as you felt the coil inside you tighten desperately.

A guttural whine left your lips as he began to pump his digits in and out of your sloppy pussy, focusing on the same spot inside of you with each flick of his wrist. Your mouth parted in a squeal as your toes curled, the soles of your feet digging into your mattress as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you, helping you to ride out your release.

Maybe it was the inexperience of sex, the way he had never seen a woman come undone right before him, that piqued his curiosity. It was his first time, and he found himself irresistibly drawn to the unknown, his eagerness to explore and understand the human body, especially your body. Every sensation, every moment, was tinged with the exhilaration of discovery, which led him to continue rocking his fingers into you, not slowing down even when you were a whining mess.

"Baby..." you whimpered. "W-What are you doing?"

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A new surge of pleasure engulfed you, a sensation unlike before. It coursed through your veins like a sweet, intoxicating elixir, so utterly consuming. Your hands clutched at the bedsheets, kneading them between your fingers as you felt this unusual sensation creep up on your lower half. It became so overwhelming your body was trying to ignore it, your eyes clenching shut as his fingers continued to pump into you.

"Oh, shit," You gasped. "I-I can't—"

Spencer's eyes flickered between the comments telling him not to stop and the way your body trembled in his arms. His free arm slid around your waist, pulling him into his chest as he gently whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"

Your lack of an answer was enough for him to keep going, digging his fingers deeper inside you, pressing onto that same spot repeatedly. He felt you shaking again, noticing the way your mouth fell apart as you gasped for air.

"I got you," he said softly, his eyes trailing down your body and his fingers between your legs. "Breathe," he instructed, slightly pausing when you clenched around him.

"N-No, don't stop," you begged him. "I can take it."

He curled his fingers again and you arched your back, hips bucking against his hand. "Oh god," you cried out, your voice sounding a little raw. "That's it—fuck, I'm gonna cum again."

He started to speed up, a sound of pleasure leaving his lips when your pussy started to squelch. It didn't take long for you to reach your second high as he doubled his movement, thrusting into you faster. You were shaking uncontrollably, and as you were about to calm your breathing from the overwhelming pleasure, another sensation burned between your legs.

You tipped your head back as it traveled along your body, clamping your thighs together only for him to push them apart again with his other hand. Every touch from him sent shockwaves of ecstasy, making your limbs quiver and your breath hitch. The sensation was so consuming that it turned your thoughts into a mushy, incoherent whirlwind, rendering your mind of rational thoughts.

"F-fuck, fuck, fuck," you cried out. The intensity of it overwhelmed you to the point your tears began to flow. "R-right there—"

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Your body trembled uncontrollably, each shiver echoing the overpowering sensations that consumed you, and you couldn't hold it anymore. A harsh whine was torn from your lips as your release rippled through you. You gasped as your cunt began to convulse, a clear stream of liquid gushing from between your thighs as you cried out, "Spe—"

Spencer grunted as he clamped your mouth with his free hand, stopping you from calling out his name. He quickly pulled his hand and rubbed your clit furiously as he tried to coax more of the liquid from your convulsing body. Your body quivered as his meticulous touch kept you teetering on your high, the pleasure flowing through you as you continued to come undone.

He watched as your chest rose up and down, your perky breasts moving every time you tried to calm your breathing. Your body was still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you didn't want your viewers to see you in your most vulnerable state, at least not now when you were still trying to comprehend what just happened. So you sat up and quickly turned off your stream before you glanced at your drenched sheets and the mess you splattered across your desk.

“I- I’ve never—” You were shocked, the sensation completely new to you. "That... that never happened to me before."

You could hear the triumph in his voice as he replied, "Really?"

You were torn between amusement at his gloating and embarrassment at your own overwhelming experience. You turned your head to see him sitting there, grinning sheepishly at you. Your eyes flickered between his legs, noticing the outline of his cock pressing against his pants, and even by the shadow of it, you could tell his size was bigger than you anticipated.

It didn't take long for you to make a move, really, because he was staring at you with doe eyes filled with lust and you couldn't stop yourself from climbing onto his lap, earning a moan from his lips as you settled right on top of his cock. Your wetness covered him and it took a lot of self-control for him not to pounce at you right at this moment.

"Hey, Spence?" Your voice was sweet, the tone of it reminded him of the way you had asked him to join you when you both stood in the kitchen. His ears perked up as he held you by your waist.

"Yeah?"

You smiled down at him.

"What do you think about losing your virginity?"

He had never agreed to anything so fast in his life.

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