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Spencer Reid x GN!Reader
Request; ok in this one Spencer and the reader are in an established relationship. Spence has a rough day at work and is very tense. When he gets home the reader gives him a massage on his shoulders then gives him a hand job while standing behind him, letting him lean against them while whispering naughty things in his ear.
AN; Hope I did this justice! Changed just a thing or two, to keep this more separate from one of my other works (Through The Looking Glass). Also, this is mostly dialogue lol I used this as practice. 🥰🥰
Summary; Reader notices Spencer is tense after a long day at work, so they help him unwind.
Category; Angst, Smut (Minors DNI!!!)
Content Warnings; Kissing, Hand job, Oral sex (Male receiving), Mentions of Spencer’s past trauma (Kidnapping, Drugs, etc), Swearing
Word Count; 2.9k
Masterlist | My requests are open!
“Rough day?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe that connected Spencer’s office and the living room..
“How could you tell?” He chuckled, lifting his head from his hands. Unbeknownst to him I’d been standing there for nearly a minute, watching him lay his head on his desk while using forearms as a pillow. I was honestly starting to think he’d fallen asleep.
“You’ve hardly said anything since you got home. And you’ve been hiding out here for most of the night.”
“Oh, ____, I’m sorry. Please don’t feel as if I’ve been ignoring you-”
“No!” I exclaimed, stepping in the room closer to where he was seated. “No, Spence, don't be sorry. I know you’ve been busy. Especially with all these exams to grade. I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay. I can leave you to your work if that’s what you want?”
“No, I’m good,” he smiled, sitting up straight and gesturing me over. It was a wonder how he sat here night after night, with posture like that. I was surprised his back could even support him after all this time.
“I think your back and neck beg to differ. I can hear your muscles screaming from here.”
“Oh, really? Maybe you should get closer and check it out. Maybe they need some assistance.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, watching his eyes dash over my figure as I closed the distance between us. I saw the way his eyes lit up when I ran a hand through his unruly hair -- the same way I’m sure he did throughout the day. “Yep. We should sort this out. They’re practically begging for my help.”
“Will you, please?”
“Ah, Spencer. You should know by now I’d do anything you asked of me.”
“Anything?” His eyebrows spiked in amusement. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
“Careful with that.”
I trailed my hands across his collarbones, and in return he let out a deep sigh.
“Do you want to tell me about your day? If it’ll help? I can tell something’s on your mind.”
“It’s just my one student.”
“Mhm?’ I encouraged, pressing the tips of my fingers into the rigid muscle that ran through his neck and shoulders. I flattened my palms at his shoulder blades, applying a light pressure to soothe the aching I’m sure he was experiencing.
It had become a tradition between us, me putting my skilled hands to use to comfort him. It began many years ago when he had hurt his shoulder on a case. We were sharing a room, and I offered to give him a massage to help with the throbbing of the muscle.
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“I didn’t know you knew the art of massage,” Spencer said peacefully from his position on the floor.
“Self taught. Nothing extreme, I just help out friends when I can.”
“That’s really sweet of you. And thank you again for doing this.”
“Any time, Reid. I’m only a call away if you do some dumbass roll ever again.”
“Was it that bad?” He laughed, looking back to where I was seated above him on the edge of the bed.
“Oh yeah. I wish I got it on video. You’re never gonna live that down.”
“It was so embarrassing. I thought it would help at the time.”
“Well, the only thing it did was give you an injury. Not very smart of you, Mr. 3 Ph.Ds’,” I joked lighthearted, smacking his cheek lightly.
I pinched his upper back between my fingers, which caused him to yelp.
“Oh shush, that didn’t hurt.”
“Yes it did!” He yelled, turning around with a face full of mock offense.
“Oh come on, don’t be a baby.”
“I am literally older than you.”
I stayed silent after that, pushing his cheek in a silent way to say, ‘turn around’.
I continued the massage, the only sound filling the room being Spencer’s soft breathing as my hands glided over him. I used a mixed technique of solid contact and hard pressure, stroking with thumbs, and the feather touch of my fingertips. I found out Spencer was ticklish, I tested the theory by ghosting my fingers just in the crook of his neck. He jumped away -- literally, almost two feet away -- which caused me to double over in laughter.
“Don’t do that again,” he whined, cheeks lighting up in embarrassment.
“Fine, fine, I won’t,” I promised, waiting for him to resume his spot in front of me.
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“I really want to help her. I can tell she has the potential. Lots of passion, you know. I think she could be really great one day. She was telling me how she wants to join the FBI, actually, in the sex crimes division. Anyways -- she just has a handful of classes this semester and I offered to help her out after classes. She’s doing fine, I’m just worried about how she’ll juggle it all. And it’s hard, you know what I mean? She’s so bright, and has a great attitude...and I know what this work does to people. It’s going to crush her spirit. She gushes about it everyday, and it breaks my heart when she asks me how much I loved it at Quantico. She’s sweet, it’s awful knowing one day all that innocence will be ripped from her with that job.”
“I’m sorry. I know it’s tough.”
“Yeah, she just...reminds me of you.”
Oh.
I removed my hands from him, instead moving to his side to get a better view of him.
“Just because I quit the FBI, it doesn’t mean the same thing will happen to other people, okay? I love how much you love, and care for others. But please don’t stress on what may or may not happen. If she’s as amazing as you describe her to be, I think it’ll be fine,” I said, circling his body to stand fully in front of him. “She sounds delightful. What’s her name?’
“Laetitia.”
“That’s pretty.”
“Yeah, it actually is taken from the Roman goddess of gaiety, and a symbol of happiness and joy.”
“Oh, so it suits her.”
“Definitely.”
“You’d be surprised with how young adults can handle themselves these days. And besides, by the time she gets into the academy, maybe crime rates will go down.”
“I think we both know neither of those things are true.”
“Yeah, sorry,” I snickered. “I didn’t really know what else to say. Anyways, just try not to dwell on it. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”
“A lot easier said than done. It’s hard, all my students are so young and hopeful. And if they follow a similar career path as we did, then there’s a very high chance of trauma. Like, look at me! 3 years into the BAU and I’m kidnapped, a-and drugged and then suddenly I can’t function the same way as before or even drink at the bar with you guys like a normal person-”
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Spencer. Look at me,” I said softly, and he did. His head tilted up from its previous position of staring at the floor. When he met my eyes I noticed his were glazed over, telling me he was starting to dive into the overwhelming emotions. I crouched down to his level slowly, similar to how you’d do a cat not to scare it away. “You don’t have to worry about these things, they’re out of your control. But I hear you and understand why you feel this way. You’ve been dealt a bad hand your whole life, and that’s not the fault of anything you’ve done. Sometimes we just...can’t tell what’ll happen next. And just because things happened to you, and me, doesn’t mean we’re any less valuable or worthy. People grow and change every day, no matter the circumstance. You’ve always been such a wonderful man, and you will be forever. I know that for sure. And no, you’re not normal. You’re extraordinary. Your trauma doesn’t define you as a person, just as it doesn’t with me.””
“Yeah, yeah I know. I know there’s realistically nothing I can do, but it still makes me feel anxious.”
“And you’re allowed to feel this way, you know that.”
He nodded then, and smiled when I sat down in his lap, straddling him. His arms came to wrap around my back, embracing me in a firm hug. I held him back just as tight, squeezing the life out of him in an effort to convey how much love I had for him.
“I love you. You always say the right things.”
“Ahh, that’s why I became a therapist,” I giggled, pulling back to caress his cheek. His skin was soft as always, and became warmer the longer I touched him.
“I’m glad you did. Safer that way,” he mumbled the last part. Spencer turned his head into my palm, placing a soft kiss there. His hand came up to meet mine, grabbing a hold of it. “I don’t have to worry about you going out in the field.”
“Same with you and teaching. Only way you’re going to get hurt is if an angry student throws a pen at you,” I joked.
“I hope that doesn’t happen,” he laughed back at me, already seeming more relaxed.
“Hey, do you...ever feel like going back? To the BAU?”
“No,” he answered without hesitation.
“Oh. Can I ask why? I know we’ve had some talks about it but I never wanted to push.”
“That job has nearly sucked everything out of me. Too many people coming and going. Elle, Gideon, Alex, Derek, Hotch...I feel like there’s nothing there for me anymore. I love my coworkers but the job became way too much. I’m 38, you know? Plus, at the college I can still come home every night and see you.”
“I think that’s very fair. You spent almost 15 years there, you’re allowed to leave.”
“Yeah, I know. I just didn’t expect to ever want to leave. Or to be teaching, either.”
“Me neither. But if you’re happy with your new job, that’s what matters. Plus, we can still see the team. It’s not like we’ll lose all contact.”
“True,” he nodded along. “And, I realized that the last few years without you there have been so...dull, for a lack of a better word. I didn’t want to leave you everyday. At least now I can come home and see you on a set schedule.”
“Well, I won’t complain about that,” I smiled, running my hands in soothing circles over his chest. The fabric of his sweater -- more like my oversized one that he stole -- was soft, easing the atmosphere for both of us.
“Oh trust me, I know. Every time I’m through the door you jump me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“I like it a lot,” he chuckled. “It’s domestic. I get an actual peaceful job and then I come home to my fiancé. Don’t think I could ask for anything better than that.”
“Well, if you think of something let me know. It’ll be coming right up.”
“I do have one thing in mind.”
“Oh yeah?”
“If I stare at these papers any longer I think my brain might leak from my ears. Can we go to bed?”
“Oh thank god, I’m exhausted,” I groaned, stepping out of his lap to run out the door. I heard his booming laugh behind me, as he turned off the lights before following me to the bedroom. “I was fully prepared to drag your ass to bed.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
We brushed our teeth in silence, while glancing back at each other through the mirror in our shared bathroom. Our night routine was always nice, it was the one thing we tried to do in sync at the end of our days. When we changed into pajamas I laughed at his nerdy science t shirt that I got him for christmas almost a decade ago -- before we were even dating -- in surprise that it still fit well enough. Back then he was all bones, but fortunately now he’s gained some healthy weight that looked damn good on him.
“We’re going to sleep,” Spencer shot a knowing look at me, before pulling up his sweatpants.
“I know. Wasn’t going to suggest anything else,” I responded, my cheeks warming at the fact that I’d been caught staring. I crawled into bed after him, immediately rolling over so my chest was flush with his.
“Sure you weren’t.”
I sighed into his neck, kissing him softly on his jugular vein. He puffed out a small breath in reply, his hands finding the small of my back to pull me impossibly closer. I leaned up to access his mouth, slotting my lips against his.
The moment we connected I fell deep into desire. We melted into each other, my mind became a lake of distortion. I became dizzy every time I opened my eyes to look at him, seeing the way his eyebrows furrowed in focus. He opened his mouth in a small moan and I took the chance to deepen our kiss, I ran my tongue along the inside of his mouth. He made an even louder noise then, his hips instinctively bucking against mine.
“I thought we were going to sleep?” I laughed playfully.
“In a few minutes,” he said between kisses.
I spread his legs with mine, resting my thigh against the bulge I felt growing in his pants. He greeted me with excitement instantly -- just as I thought he would.
“Maybe more than a few minutes,” he groaned, seperating from me for a second to catch his breath.
“You’re so needy,” I grinned, pleased with how fast he contradicts himself.
He didn’t answer with words, instead he grabbed my hips to rut up against me harder.
“God, you make the prettiest noises, Spence. Let me hear you,” I asked, and he obliged. Even after all this time his main goal was to please me, even if he was the one receiving the stimulation. He followed my every demand with joy. “Go on, baby, I just want to make you feel good.”
“I love you,” he mumbled into my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
“I love you too.”
He left small marks on my neck, and bit down especially hard when I raised my knee to exemplify his pleasure. I removed myself right after that, instead snaking my hand down between us. I pushed his pants and underwear down in one fast motion, and grabbed a hold of his erection. He choked as I did, digging his fingers into my skin so hard that it would nearly be bruising.
“Oh, god,” he moaned, attaching himself to my lips again hungrily.
I gratefully returned the passion, the way I swallowed his sounds was so much that it had my insides on fire.
I alternated from stroking him fast and slow, while still sliding my thumb over the slit every time I passed it. His moans became synchronized with my motions, and his body returned the same energy with the way it instinctively got closer to me. It was like muscle memory for us, after all this time together we didn’t have to think or plan ahead on how to please each other.
“Come in my mouth,” I told him, pushing him flat on his back so I could kneel between his legs.
“Oh- okay-” he squeaked, as if he hadn’t done so a hundred times before.
I took him in my mouth suddenly, sucking the tip with such intensity that had him moaned freely beneath me. One of his hands went to the back of my head, while the other cupped my cheek. I could tell he was close with the way he was shaking, and how uneven his breath was. It only took me pulling him in fully twice for him to come undone, his release spewing ribbons to the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, my eyes closing at the feeling of him climaxing. Knowing he felt so good and that being confirmed by the sounds he made always got me good.
I continued to clean him off until he pulled me up, whimpering from overstimulation.
“Thank you,” he panted, catching his breath with a hand over his chest.
“My pleasure,” I smiled, pulling his pants and underwear back up as I collapsed on his chest.
He hummed as I laid my head on his chest, the vibrations of his sound sent butterflies to my insides. I could feel his heart gradually slow down as he relaxed, and the way he rubbed the skin under my shirt made me melt further into him.
“I would return the favour, but I’m so tired.”.
“Spencer, I like making you feel good. You don’t have to repay me every time I do.”
“I-I know, I just...like making you feel good too.”
“Aw, how sweet of you,” I laughed, craning my neck to give him one last kiss before we went to sleep. “I can tell how tired you are. We should’ve gone to bed hours ago.”
“That would have been 7:00pm. What are we, 60?”
“One day, Spence. One day I’ll still be hauling your cute little butt to our room. Even if it is at 6:00pm after senior’s dinner at four.”
“Sounds amazing,” I felt him sigh against my cheek. “I can’t wait to grow old with you. I just love you so much it’s unbearable sometimes.”
“I have never, and will never love anyone as much as you. Goodnight, Spencer. Sleep in a little if you can.”
“Goodnight ____.”
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