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Spencer was very easy to read when he was anxious. He fidgets more than usual, like playing with hands and bouncing his leg. Y/n was sitting beside him on the couch, trying to focus on the show they both chose to watch. She knew he was feeling anxious, If not from the fidgeting, then from the nervous glances he tries to speak.
Y/n didn't want to pressure him into talking at first. She figured once he calmed his nerves, he would start talking but it's been 45 minutes. Since neither one of them has been able to focus on the show, Y/n decided to pause it and turn to Spencer.
"Alright. Out with it, what's going on?" She asked. Spencer jumped, almost as if he was surprised that Y/n picked up on his anxiety. "Oh.. uh.. I just-..." He tried to let out his thoughts, but whatever he was about to say died in his throat as he looked away, embarrassed. It looks like Spencer needs a little bit more encouragement.
"Come here, baby" Y/n patted her lap, expectingly. His face burned red but accepted her invitation, crawling onto her lap and rested his head on her shoulder. Y/n rubbed Spencer's back soothingly as she waited for him to speak.
After a moment of consideration, He managed to get out part of his thought. "Am I still..." That was all he could manage to get out. Embarrassment cut off the rest of his sentence. "Are you still what, Spence?" Y/n spoke sweetly. She could tell whatever he was thinking was clearly messing with him, so she didn't want to push too much.
"Am I still... pretty?..." That caught Y/n off guard. She studied Spencer's face as she tried to determine if she heard him correctly. By the way he was avoiding eye contact by playing with her sleeve, he meant what he said. Y/n brought one hand up to caress his cheek. "Of course you're pretty," she reassured, "where is this coming from, baby?"
"We just haven't... done anything... since I've gotten back." It was true that they hadn’t done anything more than kiss since Spencer had gotten back from prison.
It wasn't a conscious choice on Y/n's part. She was just worried about how Spencer was doing after what he went through in prison. She wanted him to feel safe enough to sleep and eat and sex just hadn't crossed her mind.
"Spencer, if you wanted to have sex, you could have just asked me. I just wanted you to get comfortable being at home again." Y/n pulled him close to give him a quick kiss. Although not completely reassured, Spencer let out a small smile. "I was just worried cause I know you like feminine guys and I don't look like how I used to anymore," he explained, trying to express why he was feeling so insecure.
Oh. That's what this is about.
"Aww, are you worried you're not my princess anymore?" Y/n asked. The pet name made him hide his face in her neck but she felt him nod his head. "You'll always be my princess, Spencer. Don't ever doubt that." Y/n hugged him tight. Spencer was starting to relax but otherwise stayed quiet.
Y/n let him rest on her lap for a little bit to let him calm down from expressing his insecurities. When she felt like he's breathing has returned to normal, she kissed the top of his head as she spoke. "I think I know what would make you feel better." Spencer lifted his head up to look at her. "Do you want to dress up for me?"
"Yes please," Spencer answered immediately. He knew what dressing up meant and he knew what it would lead to. It was sweet that Y/n wanted to wait until he felt comfortable back at home to have sex, but he's been pent up for weeks. Not to get off but to have Y/n touching him and giving him all her attention.
"Come on then," Y/n encouraged. Spencer grabbed her hand and walked them both to the bedroom. Y/n laughed gently at his eagerness and followed behind him. When they reached their dresser, Spencer let go of Y/n and turned to face her. She saw that he was waiting for her. "Do you want me to dress you, princess?" "Yes please," he said, smiling.
The first part of dressing up was Spencer's lingerie. Sometimes he wants to pick out his own outfit cause of course he has favorites but other times he wanted Y/n to pick what she liked on him. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a red-wine lingerie set for him along with a black miniskirt.
Having everything she wanted, she turned back to Spencer who was in the process of taking off all of his clothes. Once he was completely undressed, he held both arms in front of him enough for Y/n to slip the bra onto him. She gently nudged him to turn around, clasping the back together.
Before moving on to the panties, she grabbed onto his waist. She began leaving kisses all over his back, starting with his shoulder going down to the small of his back. Y/n could feel his skin heating up under her hands. She walked back in front of Spencer to finish dressing him. He held onto her shoulders to step into the panties Y/n was holding. She slid them up, making sure not to let Spencer get any friction to his half-hard dick.
"Already getting wet with just a few kisses, princess?" She asked. Spencer loved it when she talked to him like this. Is made all the blood go straight to his dick concerningly fast. He threw his head back moaning with the rush of pleasure.
He felt a pinch to his thigh, causing him to gasp and look back at Y/n questioningly. "I asked you a question," Y/n reminded him, sliding his miniskirt on, finishing his outfit. Spencer nodded his head and replied, "y-yes, you're making me wet." Satisfied with his answer, Y/n took a quick once over of him, admiring how the panties were desperately trying to restrain Spencer's erection.
She drew a line with her finger from the base to the tip of his dick. Then she grabbed a sheer red lip gloss and went to sit on the edge of their bed, ignoring his whine. "Come here," she motioned to the space between her legs on the floor. When he kneeled in front of her, she motioned him closer until her leg was snugly pressed between Spencer's legs.
He subtly tried to grind his hips to get the most amount of friction without getting in trouble. Y/n obviously noticed but she decided not to scold him. After all, he deserved it! Y/n had no idea he was feeling so neglected. Instead, she chose to grab his jaw with one hand and start applying the lip gloss to his lips. Spencer tried to keep his face still while getting himself off.
Y/n put the lip gloss down, satisfied at the sheer shade of red his lips were now. "Do you need any help, Princess?" Spencer nodded at the question frantically. After a minute of whining, he noticed that she hadn’t moved at all to help, like she was waiting or something. “Please help me cum,” he verbalized.
That made Y/n smile and start to stand up. “Good boy,” she praised, dragging her hand gently along Sencer’s neck as she walked across the room to the closet. Spencer turned to watch her but stayed on his knees.
When Y/n opened the closet, she bent down to look in the box that was on the ground. Spencer tried to lean over to see what Y/n was getting but her back was blocking the view.
She turned around and revealed what she had taken out of the box. In one hand was a strap on with the dildo already attached and in the other hand was a half-empty bottle of lube.
By the way Spencer’s eyes lit up, Y/n could tell that she had made the right choice about what he needed. “Do you think you could help me with my clothes, princess?” Y/n asked. He barely managed not to trip over his own feet as he ran to help her undress.
Once he was standing in front of her, he began sliding his hands under her shirt. Y/n lifted her arms halfway anticipating her shirt coming off but instead, Spencer’s hands landed on her chest. Both moaned at the contact. Y/n because of the contrast of Spencer’s cold hands and the heat coming off her and Spencer because of finally being able to touch her.
She used one hand to pull his lips to hers, kissing him as he played with her chest. “This would be a lot easier if I wasn’t wearing any clothes,” she teased. Spencer laughed at then then quickly slid Y/n’s shirt off and unclipped her bra, sliding that off as well. He went back to massaging her breasts, seemingly in a trace with how the moved willingly under his fingers.
He didn’t notice Y/n’s lube-slicked hand running down his back to his ass, sliding the back of his panties to the side. Spencer let out a chocked sound as she pushed in a finger down to the first knuckle. Y/n laughed at his reaction, continuing to stretch him.
Spencer tried to give her more room to work by hiking his leg up her waist but the deeper she went, the more his knee shook. By now, Y/n had worked all of one finger in and was working on a second when Spencer’s knee buckled.
He didn’t fall but by the way he was panting already, she decided to give him a break. She removed her fingers and told him to get on the bed. Spencer obeyed, getting onto his back with his legs spread.
Y/n quickly discarded her pants and underwear to slide on the strap on and kneel on the bed between his legs. She slid his panties off, deciding they could both do without them.
She rubbed his thighs, admiring the view she had. She hasn’t been able to see him like this for a long time. He’s bulked out a little and he has a new scar on his thigh, but she was still very attracted to him. She can’t believe he would even doubt that.
Spencer let out a loud whine and thrusted his hips into the air. “Why are you just staring? Touch me!” She poured more lube onto her hand and grabbed Spencer’s jaw with the clean hand. “I’m allowed to look at what’s mine for as long as I want,” she warned.
“I’m sorry. Plea- ahh!” Before he could finish his sentence, Y/n slid a finger inside him, thrusting it in and out.
Spencer let out all his whimpers, grabbing onto the sheets under him. She slowly entered a second finger, working up to scissoring him open. “Rub your clit, princess,” she said. Spencer reached a hand down and started jerking himself off, fucking himself on her fingers. He stopped his hand when he felt a light slap on his wrist. He looked down at Y/n questioningly.
“Do you think that’s the proper way to rub a clit?” she asked. Spencer whined in frustration. “Miss please, I want to cum.” “And I told you, you can touch yourself, but I want you to do it properly,” she replied. He knew what she wanted. This was more about giving her a show than getting himself off.
Using two fingers, he rubbed his tip in circular motions like he would with Y/n’s clit. He teased himself like that while Y/n slid in a third finger. She curled her fingers inside her boyfriend, looking for the sweet spot that makes him squirm.
Y/n knew she found it when Spencer arched his back, rubbing his cock frantically as he mumbled, “gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” “Squirt for me, sweetheart.” With that, he let the pressure that was building snap, cum spurting onto his stomach and bralette.
Spencer rode his high, feeling Y/n’s fingers deep inside him until the pleasure started to turn to overstimulation. He closed his legs to try to get some relief, but Y/n simply pushed his legs up with one hand and continued to finger him with the other. “Too much! Already came,” he whimpered desperately.
She laughed and pulled her fingers out. “I know, I know, I was just making sure you were ready for me.” Grabbing the discarded bottle of lube, she poured a generous amount onto her strap, stroking it to make the whole shaft slick.
Spencer bit his lip as he spread his legs. He’s been wanting this. He’s been needing this.
Y/n leaned over his body and rested a hand on the bed beside his head. In this position, their chests were pressed against each other. Y/n could feel how hard Spencer was panting as he calmed down from his high. She leaned down to kiss him, hand running down his side.
Spencer wrapped his arms around her neck, deepening the kiss. He could feel the cold silicone of Y/n’s strap rubbing against him. His own dick has already gotten hard again.
She pulled away from the kiss to talk. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.” “Want you to fuck me… m-my pussy, please,” he pleaded. “Oh, thank you for asking so nicely,” she cooed in response.
Sitting back up, she moved until the tip of the silicone dock was pressed against his stretched hole. Y/n slowly pushed inside him, choosing to study how his mouth fell open. Once she was fully in, she waited for him to adjust by showering him in praises.
“You’re so pretty like this… All dressed up just for me… Can’t wait till I make you cum on my cock.” At this point, Spencer was a deep shade of red from how much he was blushing.
When she figured he had enough time to adjust, she finally started fucking him. She set a slow but deep pace, bouncing Spencer’s whole body with each thrust.
He couldn’t hold back his loud moans, whimpering commands like ‘harder’ and ‘faster’. Y/n, of course, listened to all of his commands. Fucking him faster and harder when asked. She was really trying to spoil him, knowing he deserved to be treated like the princess he is.
Y/n wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking it in time with her thrusts. “Can you cum for me again?” Spencer frantically nodded, not being able to form words. She still understood, focusing her hand on the head of his dick to coax the cum out of him.
Another orgasm was building quickly. Spencer tried to focus all his attention on cumming. It was so close and it was making him desperate to get that euphoric feeling. When he finally fell over the edge, he screamed. Squeezing his eyes shut, he came hard.
Y/n fucked him through it. This time she stopped when she could tell he was starting to get overwhelmed. She gently pulled out and then bent over him to kiss his cheek and neck. He was too tired to reciprocate so he just let Y/n do what she wanted. “I don’t want to overwhelm you too much, Spence. So, we’re gonna stop so I can clean you up and we’ll continue another time, alright?”
Spencer quickly pulled Y/n down on top of him for a hug. “Don’t leave, please. We can get clean later." She relaxed on him, laying her head down on his shoulder.
“Alright princess.”