One-Shots

Electrons - (smut)

Summary: Spencer and Reader have been dating for a while, but whenever they get intimate, Reader keeps her shirt on and the lights off. Spencer is determined to show her how much he loves her, and how beautiful he thinks she is.

As you laid in the bed, golden rays gliding in through the slits of the blinds next to you, a rustling voice graced its way to your ears. The sunlight reflected off of the white bed sheets, filling the room with an amber glow. You shifted between the lanky arms enveloping your body to look into the two hazel eyes of the man lying next to you. Your eyes traced his sharp jawline as your fingers danced across his cheek. He smiled up at you and interlocked your fingers as they rested against his chest.

"Good morning beautiful", he whispered. You blushed at the endearing term, turning your head to avoid his gaze. A slight frown made its way to Spencer's face at your avoidance.

He hated that you didn't see yourself as he did. The two of you had been together for over a year, and although you two had been intimate together plenty of times, you had never let Spencer see you naked. You always made sure the lights were off, and you usually put on an oversized t-shirt, making sure your clothes were loose enough so that your actual figure was hidden behind a layer of fabric. Spencer didn't mind, of course, he was happy to do whatever made you feel most comfortable. But, it didn't break his heart any less when he saw the pain in your eyes.

Too many times he would catch you glaring at yourself in the mirror, your swollen eyes criticizing the body staring back at you. He knew the terrible things you thought about yourself, and it broke his heart. If anyone had dared say even half the things you thought about yourself, he would be sure to put them in their place. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that with the voices in your head that constantly told you that you weren't enough. No matter how many times he told you how beautiful and wonderful you were, he knew none of it resonated inside your clouded mind. He was disgusted with how helpless it made him feel. He tried his best to always make sure you felt comfortable around him, but it pained him when he saw the hesitation in your eyes. He was always sure to let you set the pace, never wanting to do anything that would augment your insecurities. He always respected your boundaries, but that didn't stop him from wanting you to feel like the goddess he knew you were.

He brought your interlocked hands up to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles. His soft lips caressed your skin like honey, and you smiled, snuggling further into his warm chest.

"I love you", he mumbled into your hair, placing a kiss on your head. You looked up at him and admired how his eyes reflected the bronze light filling the room. Lifting your head up, you connect your mouths, his lips attaching to your as if they were made especially for him. The kiss deepened as Spencer's tongue swam through your mouth. Your muffled moan went straight to his crotch, and you could feel him hardening against your thigh.

Without breaking the kiss, Spencer placed his hands along your waist and rolled over so that he was on top of you. His chest pressed against your breasts, the gentle friction from your shirt only intensifying the wetness pooling at your core. Craving relief, your hips jolted up, the pressure of Spencer's thigh eliciting another moan from your chest. Upon hearing your amorous sounds, Spencer trailed his mouth along your jaw, leaving wet kissing in his wake. When he got to your neck, he began sucking, making sure to litter your skin with marks. You felt his hands wander down to your panties, dancing along the outline they made through your long pajama shirt. The feeling made you shiver, and you leaned into Spencer's delicate fingers. He slipped his hand under the soft fabric of your shirt, running circles along the supple skin of your hips. Your stomach clenched as you realized Spencer's fingers were trialing dangerously close to your stomach, the protection of your shirt rising with them.