stretch marks - spencer knight
request: I think stretch marks on a guy are actually so cute and attractive. Cuddling with Spencer or any boy you want and maybe he is semi self conscious on the ones on his back or maybe he isnt. The reader always loving to lift his shirt and trace the stretch marks and probably kissing them when he’s in a bad mood or he played a bad game because you know it makes him feel better.
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“spency stop moving,” you huffed, craning your neck around his broad shoulders to look back at the show that was playing on tv. “i can’t see miley cryus and liam hemsworth.” right away he stopped moving, body dropping back down against yours while he shot you a look. “hey be happy that i even said miley’s name,” you teased before pressing a kiss against his forehead. his eyes rolled before he grumbled something into your chest, blue eyes then closing instead of watching the moving. “you know spence, maybe you would’ve been more comfortable if you took your shirt off-”
“you just want to see me shirtless,” he cut off, eyes still closed shut. his arms snaking back around your body as he nuzzled his head further into you chest. “i don’t wanna take it off because then i just have to put it back on before we leave for dinner with my family, and i’m too lazy to do that y/n/n,” spencer then mumbled.
letting out a sigh you shook your head at how ridiculous he was. too lazy to even take his shirt off and put it back on, when you had spent the day doing nothing. going into the pool with his sisters and then showering before you climbed into his bed to cuddle before leaving for the dinner reservations you and his family had. “why didn’t you just leave it off after we showered, spence?” you then asked, hands running down the cotton fabric of his polo. “i still have to put my dress on.”
“i’m lazy,” he repeated, lifting his head up before turning it to rest his left cheek on your chest instead of right. “now i’m gonna take a nap because i’m tired y/n/n. wake me up please?” his eyes opened just so he could flash you his puppy dog eyes, the same ones he’s gotten you to give into since you were three years olds.
humming you pressed a short kiss to his lips, “i’ll wake you up spencey. promise.” with that he closed his eyes once more before brushing his nose against the fabric of the usa hockey sweatshirt you had thrown on after showering. your hands were still running up and down his back while your focus was on the movie. once spencer’s breathing evened out you let your hands curl around the fabric of his shit, untucking it from his shorts.
biting your lip you glanced down to see that he was still asleep before you let your fingers start to drag over the skin of his lower back, careful to not hit any of his stretch marks not knowing if he was actually asleep yet or not. after a couple more minutes you finally let your fingers start to follow the path that his stretch marks left on his lower back, and right away you could hear spencer’s breathing hitch, and goosebumps litter his skin even though it was the middle of summer. “y/n/n, what are you doing?” he asked in a raspy voice. sleep still evident in his voice, eyes not even opening while he spoke.
“n-nothing spencey, just go back to bed baby,” you answered, lying right through your teeth. your fingers staying frozen in their place, praying that he didn’t notice where you had them resting on his stretch marks.
when he didn’t answer you let your body relax before letting your pointer finger start tracing over the divited skin once more, and that’s when spencer’s eyes snapped open. “why are you touching my stretch marks?” he asked, yanking his body away from yours faster then he ever had in his life. he sat back on his heels giving you the chance to sit up and rest back against the headboard. “y/n,” he called, your eyes looking up from your hands to meet his blue eyes.
when you met his gaze you could see just how vulnerable he looked. he didn’t like the stretch marks on his back, or the ones that were even bigger on his thighs from going from skinny and lanky, to muscler and built. “i do it after you fall asleep when you have a bad game, or a tough lose. i dunno, i part of me thinks it helps you sleep better. and i just - i love them spence.” you whispered the last sentence to him, looking up to his eyes through your lashes. “i love how they feel under my finger tips, all the different shapes i can trace while running my fingers over them, how you can barely tell that they're there unless you point them out or show someone. how good they look when you’re tan, like you are now. and most of all i love that they’re part of you spencey.”
spencer’s tongue darted out to wet his lips while he stared over at you, eyes never leaving yours. “how long have you been doing it? tracing my stretch marks while i sleep,” he answered, left hand reaching over to grab yours.
“uh, probably since you first got them spence. i don’t remember totally, but it’s been awhile,” you explained. “i hated not being able to when you were in michigan, but then i realized it would be okay because i’d get to do it for the rest of my life while we’re in boston, and then when you played in the nhl.”
his head slowly nodded as he took it all in, trying to process the fact that something he was so self conscious about had been touched by you for probably the last six years. he was more self conscious about his, then you were about yours. “well, uh,” as he stumbled over his words you braced yourself for the ones saying he wanted you to stop, only they never came. “i don’t want you to stop love.”
“if that’s what you want spence, i promise you i won’t.”
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you let out a sigh as you walked out of the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body, one around your head for your hair. your e/c were glued to spencer’s body that was sprawled out on your shared bed. laying on his stomach while scrolling through his phone. probably looking for the highlights of the game, or lack of in bc’s case. the only highlights that resulted from your boyfriend’s team were the ones of the amazing saves he had, but in his mind those couldn’t make up for the fact he let three soft goals in.
“hey bub,” you called, his gaze not moving from off of his phone. “i left the light on and stuff in case you wanted to shower again, clear your head my love.”
“‘m fine,” he answered, and the way his shoulders teased gave away that he was in fact not fine. shaking your head you walked back over to flip the light of the ensuite off before padding over to the messy bed. a result of a pregame nap, and the scramble for spencer to get his game day suit on and out the door of your guys apartment without being late to the rink. carefully you climbed up to sit down next to spencer’s right hip, resting on your heels. when he felt the head dip his head turn to look at you, but not before paused the twitter video to turn and look back at you. “y/n/n what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, eyes not even raking over your towel covered figure.
you shrugged your shoulders before tucking your towel to make sure it would stay up, then reaching up to pull your hair out of its towel. “spencey it’s okay to not be okay after that game, my love. it was a rough one, and you didn’t ha-”
“i let three soft goals in against a team we beat two times last year,” he snapped back, not at you, but at the fact he let the three goals in. also the fact that he tried to sit and argue with the ref for three minutes over a goal that was clear as day a goal, only stopping when they told him he’d get a penalty if he kept it up. “and because of it we’re going to drop from the number ranking even though we beat them five rip last night.”
biting your lip you nodded your head, eyes looking everywhere other than his. not being able to stand the pain he held ini his blue ones. that’s when your eyes landed on his stretch marks. first you let your hands rest on his lower back, pinky finger running over the band of his sweats. “i wish i knew what to tell you spence, i just don’t know what to say bub. but i think i have something that might help you relax.”
before he could get a word out your were leaning over and pressing your lips against the edge of one of his stretch marks, and right away all of the tension released from his body. a small whimper left his lips as you finally pressed a kiss fully against the stretch marks, and that’s when the goosebumps rose on his skin. just like every other time you touched his stretch marks. once you made sure to skin every inch of the marks that littered spencer’s lower back he was grabbing your hand to pull you up to the top of the bed. carefully you crawled up towards the pillows, and as soon as you made yourself comfortable by slouching a little on the headboard spencer’s head was resting against your towel covered abdomen.
“i dunno what i’d do with you y/n l/n, you talk me down off every ledge after all my bad games,” he whispered, wrapping the rest of his body around yours. his arms hugging your thighs, one hand picking at the fluffy blue towel. “i love you for that, you know?”
“i hope that isn’t the only thing you love me for spencer knight,” you teased while smiling down at him. “but i love you too bubs, but why don’t you get some sleep okay? you need it my love.”
without another word spencer nodded his head against your abdomen, your hands reaching down to his lower back. and that’s how the two of you fell asleep that night, your fingers tracing over his stretch marks, and his head laying on your abdomen, but neither of you would have it another way.