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Taylor is not famous. She is successful. She is hardworking. She is talented. She is empowering. She is herself. She built herself all the way to the top.

Perfect

REID X READER – written for a prompt in which the reader is insecure about her breasts, Spencer loves them, fluffy smut.
Author: @thebeautifultimesofladybrooklynn
I went out of order with this one, and I apologize for that, but as a woman this one touched me. Ladies, please don’t ever feel insecure about your bodies! I know we’re supposed to have big boobs that are round and perky and teeny tiny waists with no fat at all, and yeah, we have to have a big fat ass but no cellulite. These are IMPOSSIBLE images for us to live up to. Almost no one is built the way society tells us we should be built. But I need you to look in the mirror and love your boobs whether they’re big or small, your waist whether it’s big or small, and your booty whether it’s big or small. Now, I wasn’t sure what specifically this reader may have been insecure about (I mean, too small, too big, too saggy, not round enough, there’s just SO MUCH that can be wrong with our breasts I SAY WITH COMPLETE SARCASM), so I left it a little generalized. But whatever issue you may perceive on your chest, please realize that’s it’s just a misperception that society has built into you because companies make money off of our insecurities. It’s a lie and it’s a scam. Also, as women it’s our duty as the only ones who undergo this scrutiny to help uplift each other! Stop this nonsense where you’re calling Victoria’s Secret models hungry because they’re built differently than you are and stop this nonsense about telling chubbier women that they can’t wear crop tops. Stop putting each other down! We’re women. If we don’t support each other, we have no one. All we’re doing is allowing men to put us down and judge us on our bodies. It’s bullshit, and it needs to stop. Body shaming needs to stop! Period!
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOUR BREASTS ARE PERFECT, IM TELLING YOU FOR A FACT. Spencer would love them, I guarantee you.
Happy reading! :)

Perfect

(Y/n)’s lips rushed along Spencer jawline, her hips rocking on top of his as she unbuttoned his shirt. Pushing the fabric from his shoulders, she pulled her lips away from his neck when he began to push her shirt up and over her body.

She gasped as Spencer’s long, smooth fingers raced up and down her sides, caressing each and every inch of her before landing on her jeans and undoing the button.

(Y/n)’s hands worked Spencer’s zipper, and the pair pushed out of their pants in unison, her hips never slowing their pace as they continued to rock along his. Feeling his erection through her panties, (y/n) began to nibble on Spencer’s collarbone as she slid his boxers down. Keeping up with her, Spencer wrapped his fingers around the sides of her panties and pushed them away from her body.

After stroking his length a few times with her hand, (y/n) moved her hips over it, placing her core in direct line with its sensitive tip.

As Spencer’s lips crashed into hers hungrily, his hands moved behind her back as his fingers wrapped around the clasp of her bra.

She pulled away from him abruptly, held his wrists and pushed them back against the bed.

Holding them back, she kissed him again as her hips began to roll once more.

Freeing one of his wrists from her grasp, Spencer’s hand found rest again on the back of her bra.

“Spencer, stop,” she whined softly against his lips.

“Please, (y/n),” he breathed into her kiss, “Just for tonight.”

“No,” she said pushing his hand away violently, “You know I don’t like that.”

“But, why?” His brows furrowed in confusion as they spoke between kisses, “I don’t understand why you have to keep it on. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“It’s not that bad, Spencer, stop.”

Her hand moved into his hair and tugged it softly, exposing his neck and moving her lips to it once again.

“I just, I feel like it’s this barrier between us,” he breathed as his fingers moved slowly back up her side, her bra clasp as their goal.

“That doesn’t even make sense,” she breathed exasperatedly against his neck, “Just shut up.”

“I just think it’s better without it,” Spencer continued, gasping slightly between words as she licked his neck and collarbone tenderly, “Both of us completely exposed, vulnerable. It makes me feel like you don’t trust me enough to be completely uncovered.”

“It has nothing to do with you, Spencer,” her tone grew aggravated, “Just stop.”

“Then what is it about?” He continued, his fingers growing closer and closer to the back of her bra, “Because it certainly feels like you don’t trust me.”

Pulling away from him, she pushed his hand away roughly and blurted out angrily, “I don’t like the way I look without it, ok?”

Spencer’s brows furrowed at her words. Momentarily, he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly.

“What does that mean?” He questioned, “You don’t like the way you look without your bra?”

“No, I don’t, so just drop it,” she huffed, “I don’t even feel in the mood anymore so I hope you’re happy.”

“(Y/n), I have to be honest with you,” he started, “And I don’t mean to sound rude,”

Her mind wandered worriedly at what words Spencer’s honesty might bring. He’s seen her change once or twice before, and saw her in the shower once, so immediately she began to think that he agreed. He was about to tell her that he didn’t care for her breasts either, and tell her she’s right to keep the bra covering them.

“But I absolutely love your breasts,” he looked down, a slight blush running through his cheeks.

“You love them?” She looked at him a bit apprehensively.

“I’m, I’m not trying to sound like one of those men whose focus is on a woman’s, um, pr-private areas, but I’m always trying to rip this bra off of you so I can see them, touch them, hopefully t-taste them.”

“Really?” She whispered, her insecurity preventing her from completely believing him at first.

“Really,” he answered softly, bringing his hands up to her chest as he ran his fingers down her bra straps. Tracing the outline of her bra as his fingers brushed along her breasts, Spencer slowly slid them inside the cup and caressed them fleetingly.

Her chest heaved as his fingers moved along the bottom of her bra, circling behind her and stopping on the clasp as he began to trail delicate, loving, tender kisses along her chest.

“I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Spencer whispered against the cup of her bra as he kissed the part of her breast above it.

“It’s ok,” she breathed, her fingers wrapping around his curls as he licked a trail on her breast along the brim of her cup.

His fingers worked slowly to unhook the bra clasp. They moved up her bare back softly, his fingers pulling straps down her arms slowly as his lips caressed the newly exposed skin. Taking a sensitive bud into his lips, Spencer tossed the bra aside with one hand as the other cupped her breast and massaged it tenderly. Changing sides, Spencer replaced his lips with hand on one breast as his tongue worked tenderly to pull the opposite peak into his lips.

Gasping his name, (y/n) held his hair tightly, using it to pull his head closer into her chest. The sensations of his moistened mouth around her bud and his hand caressing the other gently caused her hips to sway once more.

Spencer groaned softly as her slick, wet lips brushed up and down his length. She moved her hand between them, holding his erection and positioning herself over its hardened length.

His chest heaved as he moaned into her breast, the vibrations rushing against her peaks and sending shivers down her spine.

She lowered herself onto him, his pouty lips parted as a warm breath escaped them and flowed over (y/n)’s breasts.

As she began to move up and down his length, Spencer sat back. His eyes locked into hers and she moved, his hands still caressing her chest. They flowed down from her eyes to her chest, and momentarily (y/n) felt a little insecure under his stares. Moving his hands away from her breast, Spencer gazed as them as he moaned, his hands holding onto her ribs as she moved up and down on his erection.

“So beautiful,” he gasped a heavy breath as his fingers traced her peaks, “You’re so perfect, (y/n).”

His words melted her insecurities away, the sincerity glistening in his eyes as he spoke. Feeling her ecstasy approaching, (y/n) moved her hips more quickly, grinding them into Spencer’s. He rested his hands under her breasts, watching them intently and biting his lip, as she rode through her climax.

The sight of her exposed and trusting surged through Spencer as (y/n)’s walls tightened around his erection. He moaned her name as his orgasm rushed through him, caressing her breasts as he exploded inside of her.

Her hips began to slow as he came down from his high. They’re heaving breathing became unison as she leaned down on top of him, kissing his neck delicately.

Spencer rolled them over on their sides, trailing his fingers along the curve of (y/n)’s chest as they laid in post coital bliss.

“You’re beautiful, (y/n),” Spencer smiled at her as he spoke, “Your entire body is beautiful. I wouldn’t change one single thing about it.”

He leaned his lips down and placed a tiny kiss on her breast, moving them up to place one on her collarbone, then her jaw, then her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“Saying that.”

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true,” he smiled, “You’re perfect. Don’t ever look in the mirror and think anything different.”

She smiled up at him before moving her head into his chest. He placed a delicate kiss on her forehead before lying back into the pillow and closing his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she smiled as she drifted into sleep.

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