Spencer Charnas One Shots

XXXVII. " Pillow Queen " **

* oral, somewhat teasing. issa lime.

A pillow queen: a male or female who prefers to receive sexual sexual pleasure without returning the favor. This is what I have been called my whole life. It's ruined some relationships. I personally hate the term. It's not that I don't want to "return the favor." Something about me just freaks out when I try to touch people, or give oral. I've tried it before, I just don't know what's wrong.

Though, in my current relationship, Spencer loves how I am. He calls me cute when I turn my head and can't watch him as he pleasures me. He says it's sexy when I let him do whatever he wants to me. I let him toss me around and use toys on me. I love it, with him that is. He's still gentle, it's like I'm a porcelain doll.

I tried to give him oral — once. It didn't turn out so well. He let me take my time and he even got himself erect for me. I tried, I really did. I used my tongue first as he held my hand comfortingly. I tried to put my mouth on him. It worked for a little, until my gag reflex acted up and I had to go throw up. Since then, I don't really try anything with him anymore. More like he doesn't want me to.

But, I was randomly reading things on my phone when I decided to search up how to give a good blowjob, and deep throat someone. I read the article, until I got to a part where it gave a few positions. My eyes widened and I gasped, jumping up and running downstairs. Spencer was on the couch on a Skype call and I accidentally slipped and fell, causing a big bang.

He took his AirPods out and walked over, "Babe, you okay?" I laughed and nodded, slowly getting up. "Hey, boys, I'm gonna go make sure my girlfriend doesn't have a concussion." Spencer laughed and got off the call, looking at me sitting on the floor.

"Baby, I have a question," I said while rubbing my head.

"Yes?"

"I wanna try to.. give you another blowjob," I said softly. He sighed and picked me up, setting me on my feet again.

"Y/n, you know what happened last time. I don't want that to happen again.."

"But I found something! This article says, 'Have the giver lay on the bed on their back, head tilted back over the edge of the bed, "which opens up the throat," says Stubbs.'" I told him and showed him my phone. He took it and looked through it, reading more than I showed him. "Please, Spencer. Please?" I begged with my best puppy eyes.

"If you promise me you'll tell me to stop when it's too much, we can try." Spencer stroked my cheek with a smile. I nodded and turned around, running back upstairs. I hopped onto the bed and waited for him to come up. It felt like hours before he walked into the bedroom with a smirk.

His smirk drilled into me and I suddenly felt nervous. My cheeks heated up as he walked over. "Do you want me to do it?" he questioned. My eyes widened and I nodded. He smiled and pushed down his pants and boxers. I turned my head away as I knew he was getting himself off. It took a few minutes but I slowly looked over. More of my face lit up red and I slowly moved towards him. "Lay down, love."

I obliged and laid on my back, looking up at him. "We're not gonna do it right away. I'm gonna give you my fingers and massage your throat while you're laying here, alright?" I nodded and it felt like my mouth was immediately dry. I hung my head off of the bed so my throat was straight. Spencer slipped his boxers back on and walked to the drawer, pulling out a grape flavored lube. He suggested this a while ago to help me and it finally is coming into play.

He squeezed some onto his fingers and I opened my mouth. "Ready?" I let out an agreeing hum and opened my mouth. He put his fingers in and they were longer than I expected. I tensed up and started to gag, but he pulled them out. "Shh, I'm gonna rub your throat. Just relax and remember its just me."

I breathed out of my nose as he slowly put his fingers back into my mouth. I ran my tongue around them and I felt his other hand softly rub my throat. He pushed them farther back to where they were completely in and couldn't go any further. As he was rubbing my throat, my reflex was only slightly there. The flavor of the grape was distracting slightly. He gently moved his fingers back and forth in my mouth while massaging my throat.

I grabbed onto his thighs to help me focus on just the good feeling. "Tap my thigh when you're ready for me," he said. I didn't agree or disagree, I really couldn't. It took a few more minutes before I tapped on his thigh and he pulled his fingers out. My saliva connected to his fingers and slightly fell on my face, causing me to laugh.

He grabbed the lube and pushed down his boxers once again, him still being erect. I watched his every move and noticed the small grunts he let out while rubbing the lube on himself. I knew the lube was going to help it slide in and out of my mouth. I let out a shaky breath and he heard. "You okay baby?"

"A little scared.." I admitted. "You're bigger than some of my exes." I smiled while he laughed. I tried to lighten the mood.

"Well, I won't go all the way. We're gonna go slow today, alright? If I don't finish, I can do it myself," he soothed. I nodded and relaxed my body again. He took himself in his hand and I opened my mouth. He used his other hand and placed it on my throat. As he slipped in to my mouth, when it got to the point where I started to feel it, I tapped his thigh. "I'll stop there for a moment, love. Remember to breathe through your nose."

I listened and started breathing slightly through my nose. I kept my eyes open and tapped his thigh again. He hesitated but pushed in more. I heard him let out a small moan. I didn't tap again and waited until I felt his balls against my nose. He was massaging my throat and he completely stopped. I tried swallowing but it seemed to fail, only causing the spit to leave my mouth. "Baby, don't do that. It- It's making me worse.." he pleaded. "I don't wanna hurt you.."

I slightly continued doing it and then tapped his thigh. He looked down. "Stop or go, baby? One for stop, two for go," he spoke. I tapped twice and slowly got myself ready. He softly pulled back and slowly went back in. I felt a little sick but I let it go and decided to let it go for as long as I could.

It turned me on, but not a lot. When it got too much, I squeezed his thigh and he stopped. "Want me to stop?" I tapped twice, like I did earlier for 'go', assuming he could take it as a 'yes'. He stopped and slowly pulled out of my throat. Saliva covered my face as I let out small coughs. Spencer helped me up worriedly. "Are you okay baby?" he asked in a gentle voice.

I nodded and smiled, wiping my face with my shirt. He looked at me with loving eyes and suddenly hugged me. I was not expecting that.  "I'm so proud of you, baby.." he whispered. My eyes widened and I didn't know how to react. "You did so good.."

"Th- Thank you.." I whispered and happily hugged him back.

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