use your mouth -- spencer 'spider' white
spencer white x fem!reader
summary: spider can't get it up, a solution is offered.
WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (f receiving), minors DNI
Spider hung his head, running a hand through his hair as he was perched at the end of her bed. The music softly played around them as they sat in silence. She pulled her blanket around her and shuffled down to where he sat. Hesitantly, she put her hands on his shoulders, rubbing slightly, and lightly pressing her lips on his skin.
“Are you okay?” she inquired.
“I-I’m sorry Y/N… I had a lot to drink… I-” Spider mumbled, “I guess we'll stop…”
"Stop?" she said softly, before a realization passed over her, "Ohh, I see."
Spider shrugged off her attempt at being supportive, his embarrassment pushing her away.
"You know... there are other ways of doing this," Y/N said quietly, voice just above a whisper.
A palpable silence passed over the two of them, Spider's head coming to swing in her direction. He locked eyes with her and smirked, a chuckle passing through his lips.
"I thought you said you were a virgin?" Spider teased.
"What? Like a virgin doesn't know how sex works? Has never seen any movie?" her voice was soft, but dripping with sarcasm.
"What are you suggesting?" Spider inquired.
"You have 10 fingers and a tongue, Spencer," she slithered, "You could use them."
Another silence, another stare-off, another moment of her heart beating aggressively on her chest. Maybe that was too far...
"Lay down."
Now her heart was beating for a very different reason.
Slowly, as though if she moved too quickly he'd change his mind, she scooted back on the bed, keeping the blanket draped over her as she sank back into the mattress. Spider was quiet as he got back on his knees on the bed, coming to cage her hips in with his arms. His aftershave was still tingling her nostrils as he hovered above her, eyes cascading down her exposed skin. Even though a bra and blanket covered her she felt bare.
"Tell me what you want."
Embarrassment flooded her cheeks as she looked up at the quite serious Spider.
"I want you to..." she murmured, "I want you to use your mouth."
A hesitancy crossed over his face, but was quickly replaced with soft fingers reaching to bring down her blanket. Cold air rippled over her skin, making goosebumps, as the blanket was removed from the equation. Spider wrapped his hands around her calves, moving her previously extended legs to prop up, allowing his shoulders to tuck underneath her knees and fully come down to her. Anxiety and self-consciousness pulsed through her at his closeness.
She held her breath when his head moved forwards. As he first made contact, she could feel some pleasure. Breathy moans cut through the quiet, Spider doing his best to make her feel good. At any other moment, Y/N would have felt uncomfortable giving orders or tips, but when it came to her own pleasure, she somehow found a strong voice. It truly didn't matter to her at the moment that Spider would feel inferior or emasculated.
"Slower... yeah... up a bit," she whispered, "Oh fuck... right there."
What had been semi-pleasurable the moments prior, was now sinfully hot. Her fingers kneaded into the sheets below her and her neck went stiff as she threw her head back. Spider seemed to like this physical reaction and pulled himself in closer, fingers digging deeply into her inner thighs. He had her in his grip now, there was no way she was able to shimmy or pull away.
His tongue was working stripes up and down her, softly sliding by the clit with every aching lick. The build inside her was slow as he continued this pattern. Moans were increasing with volume as he got closer and closer to the clit. It was infuriating how close he could be and not even realize. She could barely think straight, let alone see straight at the moment, and she didn't know if she could communicate. Back arching against the bed, her movement allowed his tongue to flick right on the clit, sending a wave of heat all over her.
"Please... right there," she groaned, pleading.
Whether or not he knew it was the clit he had stumbled upon, he took her pleading to heart, beginning to hone in on the bundle of nerves. His licks were replaced by sucks, the suction proving almost too much for her to handle. She was writhing, moaning, and pleading at that point, his strong hands keeping her stationed against his mouth. As she got closer and closer to her climax, his hands got deeper and deeper into her flesh, holding her still. As her upper half writhed against the bed, Spider concentrated on putting all his energy into his hands and his tongue.
"God you taste good," Spider said quietly.
"Oh god... I'm gonna..." she moaned, words failing.
"C'mon sweetheart, just a little bit more," he responded, the cockiness evident in his tone.
The build was almost over, the tingling and shaking of her orgasm taking over her body. Her head was spinning as it came crashing down over her. Her moans were caught in her throat, only strangled whimpers escaping. Spider held on to her for only a few seconds past her orgasm, causing her to wriggle out of her almost painful over-sensitivity.
"You're a jerk," she tried to chastise, but was too elated to truly be upset.
"Don't think you wanna be insulting a sex god," Spider sighed, looking as cocky as ever.
"Don't forget who told you where the clit is Spencer," Y/N retorted, emphasizing his name.
"Yeah yeah," Spider sighed, fingers continuing to massage her thighs, "So... round 2?"
"Let's see what you've got sex god."