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Romanticise Yourself (Spencer Reid x Male! Reader) NSFW

Summary: Y/N spends a little time affirming his love for his boyfriend Spencer. Spencer returns the favour

AN: Part Two of Get A Hairband or Get A Haircut but can be read as a oneshot! This is smut so do not read if you aren’t 18+!

Word count: 1.8k

Content warnings: Blowjobs, hair pulling, praise kink, minor face fucking

Part 1 // Masterlist

Y/N set the sauce to simmer and leant with his back to the counter in favour of watching Spencer reading at the dinner table. His middle and ring finger stroked down the page of the book. It had just been bought for him, by Y/N at the museum gift shop, after a long day of thoroughly enjoying the new geology exhibit. The rest of the fingers hovered slightly above the paper.

“Spencer, how do you see yourself?”

“With my eyes and a mirror.”

“Har har,” Y/N threw his head back to emphasise his sarcasm, “Tell me, go on. What do you think of yourself?”

Spencer took his eyes off the book, “What do you mean?”

“When you think about yourself, what do you think of? How do you describe yourself?” Y/N explained, and Spencer closed the book over, his middle finger trapped in the pages as he gave his attention instead to this question.

“I see an agent in the FBI’s BAU. I have an eidetic memory, three PhD's in Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics. I see someone with a tie that is never straight but then again neither am I-”

He paused for Y/N to let out a snort.

“-I see someone who probably should get a haircut. Why do you ask?”

“Just trying to compare some data.”

Raising an eyebrow and the left corner of his mouth, Spencer asked amused, “And this data, is it what you think of me?”

“Yes.”

“Would you mind sharing your findings with me?”

“Of course,” Y/N’s chin sat on Spencer’s hair, the short stray ones tickling his neck. Suddenly inspired, he began a three-strand braid along the side of Spencer’s head while he delivered his findings.

“I see an agent with unyielding loyalty for his team, his family, with incredible abilities he uses every day to save lives. A son who makes his mother more than proud. A wonderful godfather who’s going to be there for his godson for whatever he needs. A brilliant boyfriend who’s drop dead gorgeous.”

“That’s how you see me?” Spencer looked up at Y/N. His bashful expression only endeared Y/N to use his words more often.

“There’s more but I’d need some time to put them into words, and even then, I couldn’t promise to capture the true extent of how much I love you.”

“You should have been a poet,” Spencer hummed as Y/N brushed a few hairs from his face, “I would have enjoyed listening to my mom read them to me.”

The sauce bubbling finally succeeded in tearing Y/N’s attention away from Spencer. The twisted braid was already falling out, Spencer’s hair stretching out of it. Y/N kissed it before heading back to check on dinner. It wasn’t even a minute before he heard Spencer walk up behind him, free arm around his waist, kissing his cheek

“What do you want?” Y/N asked with playful suspicion.

“I want,” Spencer paused to kiss below Y/N’s ear, “To show you the same appreciation you show me.”

“I’m already feeling it, the way you tore yourself from that book.”

“You’re so much more important than any book.”

“Thanks, baby.” There was not an ounce of sarcasm in that statement, just affection in Spencer’s compliment, and Y/N received another kiss on the cheek as reward. It was a spot lower than before, at the corner of his jaw.

Y/N’s grin widened as he said in a sing-song voice, “Spencer, I’m cooking.”

“You’re nearly finished,” Spencer mumbled into their ear, and Y/N felt him lean his weight on his good leg, “I bet you knew exactly what you were doing.”

Shrugging, Y/N turned off the hob’s gas.

“So, you’re not denying it then?”

“Why would I? You love being praised; I love praising you,” and Y/N turned in Spencer’s arm, “Like two pieces of a puzzle.”

He kissed Spencer’s lips. Paprika tickled his nose, blending with the memory of the mint imperial he’d crunched down on upon their return home. Spencer cradled his face and his waist with those long delicate fingers of his stretching across to touch as much of Y/N as possible. Y/N felt those fingers meet in his back to nimbly untie his apron. Breaking the kiss only to pull it over Y/N’s head, the apron was abandoned on the way to the bedroom.

Spencer’s heart sang out as Y/N moaned against his lips. His cane clattered on the tiles, forgotten. Stripping each other down, so caught in each other’s reckless abandon, they didn’t care where their clothes ended up.

Swiping a scrunchie – the green one - from the chest of drawers, Spencer quickly knotted his hair half up half down. His hand readily returned to Y/N’s body and brought him down onto their bed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Spencer.”

“Now, now, This isn’t about me.”

Little liar, but Y/N didn’t let on, his mind already distracted by the hint of scruff scratching his thigh, “God!”

“It’s just me.”

“You’ve said that so many times!”

Y/N giggled, breaking up his sighs. It didn’t matter how many times Spencer made that joke. It was still funny. Between that and the giddy sensation of Spencer’s lips, Y/N was helpless. He spared a glance down, immediately rewarded with the sight of Spencer’s tongue lapping at the dark head of his cock. Then his lips wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down in their pink plumpness.

Y/N grabbed Spencer’s bun, his pinky finger catching the loose hair that fell down his neck, and he tugged it in his fist. He was rewarded with a deep groan from Spencer that buzzed through his body.

God, this was so just as much about him as it was about Y/N.

“Stop profiling me.” Spencer warned as his mouth came away from Y/N, “That’s my job.”

“I was just thinking,” Y/N defended quickly, his breath erratic as he continued with his so-called tough talk, “Clearly you’re not doing a good enough job if I can think and speak while you’re sucking me off.”

“Is that right?”

The moment Spencer returned to his boyfriend’s cock, he was sucking harder, like he’d been saving his energy for a twist in their usual routine. His new method of torture was deepthroating and not in the way Y/N would often fuck his face. He would stop and just hold Y/N’s cock entirely in his mouth, keeping him on edge with his nose pressed against the base where tiny hairs coiled, before releasing him. In the shadow of their room, Spencer’s eyes watered, but he craved that burn that came with Y/N’s taste.

“Fuck, Spencer.”

His body writhed in the unbearable heat. Instinctively, his hand grabbed at the scrunchie in Spencer’s and pulled it, slipped onto his wrist before he fisted at the curls now set loose. Tiny stray hairs tickle at his thighs, his hips jerking or trying to under Spencer’s firm grip.

“Baby, you’re so good to me,” and both Spencer and Y/N were caught off guard by the sudden change in volume and pitch as Y/N’s voice caught in his throat.

Spencer turned his head and his cheek swelled as the head of Y/N’s cock pressed against it. Y/N hands grabbed tighter at Spencer’s hair, his legs clamping around him, humping his head and pushing his cock further into Spencer’s willing mouth. Finally, he came with a long sigh and his fingers twisting in Spencer’s hair. Spencer, ever the diligent lover, kept his mouth on Y/N’s cock until after he was twitching with overstimulation.

Spit and semen glistened around Spencer’s lips. His tongue dipped against his bottom lips and dragged it into his mouth. From the bedside table’s drawer, Spencer grabbed the packet of tissues. He mopped up Y/N’s stomach while he lay still – besides the occasional twitch when Spencer brushed past his cock.

Spencer dropped his head onto Y/N’s chest and kissed the spot where his lips had landed. That kiss brought Y/N back to his body. With a contented hum, he dragged his fingers through Spencer’s hair, eventually beginning a braid. He slipped the green scrunchie off his wrist and tied up Spencer’s hair. The braid stayed intact, little baby hairs sticking out around his head in a fuzzy mane.

“You look pretty as a princess.”

“Not sure I’m the princess in this situation.”

With a snort, Y/N pouted and slapped Spencer pathetically on the shoulder, knowing full well Spencer was right. Then he pushed himself up onto his elbow to ask:

“Are you going to let me take care of you?”

“Uh,” Spencer licked his lips and glanced down to the end of the bed, “No need.”

Following his boyfriend’s gaze, Y/N tilted his head to the right at the sight of the stains on the crumpled duvet, then he looked back up.

“I didn’t even have to touch you. Oh, baby.”

Spencer let out a little giggle that was crafted of pure embarrassment, but it cut off with a grunt. Y/N instantly had Spencer lay down on his back, all the pressure off his leg despite Spencer insisting that he was fine. Ever the distraction, Y/N leant over and kissed his boyfriend’s lips silly, over and over, short and sweet, punctuating each one with an “I love you”. Y/N crossed over Spencer’s face and kissed as he went. When he reached his neck, laughter caught up to him, drowning his confessions of love with Spencer’s mirth in return.

“Oh, I love you!” Y/N cried out joyfully, pulling away to see Spencer’s face creased with the most gorgeous smile.

Spencer exhaled, “I love you too.”

They lay down next to each other again, Spencer’s head turned to the right to make way for the new bun,. Y/N wrapped around Spencer, put him at the centre of their attention. He closed his hand apart from his forefinger, which he drew down Spencer’s braid, along the line of his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth.

“I wish I was more eloquent like you,” Spencer spoke quietly. The inside of his bottom lip caught on Y/N’s finger

“Did you not just hear me say only three words for the last minute?”

He huffed, “You have your way with them. You always know what to say to make me feel right.”

He kissed Y/N’s fingertip and watched it as Y/N placed it between his eyebrows before he dragged it down his nose, tapping the end lightly. As if to transfer the kiss back to Y/N, Spencer bumped his nose against Y/N’s.

“We should probably have dinner soon, right?” Y/N mumbled, his breath warm against Spencer’s face.

“Let me have you here for a bit longer.”

Spencer spoke with a soft lilt, the energy he’d put into their time together wearing him down. Y/N knew the risks with staying in bed at this point. If they didn’t get up soon, they’d never leave. Spencer would stay at his side for the next twelve hours, they would fuck when they had recharged, and they would maybe rise if nature called – returning to each other’s arms shortly thereafter.

Y/N pecked Spencer’s lips one more time before snuggling up to his side, “I’ll give you anything you want, Spencer.”

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