Spencer Reid Blurbs

Baby Fever

Summary: Ever since they decided to try for a baby, Spencer and his wife can’t get enough of each other

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warnings: (18+, Minors DNI!), trying for a baby, dom/sub undertones (Softdom!Spencer, Sub!Reader), breeding kink, praise kink, thigh grinding, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex

Word count: 1k

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The tingling sensation inside your chest became almost unbearable as you were waiting for Spencer to get home from work. Impatiently you were pacing up and down the bedroom, excited to see your husband for the first time after six days apart. You assumed that he was aware that it wasn’t just your heart that longed for him but also your body, more than ready to finally have him near.

When you heard him coming through the front door and hurrying up the stairs, you let out a sigh of relief. He stepped through the bedroom door to find you in nothing but a set of lingerie. You stepped towards him to pull him into your arms.

“Finally! I couldn’t wait for you to come home,” you mumbled into the fabric of his clothes.

Your hands were quick to find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as Spencer looked at you with a smug grin. 

“I can see that,” he chuckled.

His hands found the bare skin of your waist, ghosting over your body that begged to be touched. He leaned down to kiss you and you didn’t waste any time to show him how much you wanted him. He smiled into the kiss at your eagerness and moved with you until he could gently push you onto the bed.

You lay down on the mattress, waiting for him to join you. He took his time to take off his clothes, his eyes roaming over your body while he licked his lips. Heat was rushing through you and you could already feel the lace of your panties getting damp.

Pressing your thighs together, you tried to soothe the pressure that was building up in your center, already burning for his touch. He noticed what you were doing and raised his eyebrows as a warning sign.

“Please,” you whispered as a reminder of how much you needed him.

“You look so pretty, all dressed up for me,” he cooed. “How could I ever say no to you?”

He joined you on the bed and let his hands wander over your body, exploring every curve and dip as if it was the first time. With his lips against yours, you melted into him while pressing your skin against his. He separated your legs with his thigh and pressed it against your core, a whimper escaping your throat at the sudden friction.

“Show me how much you want me,” he ordered.

He was looking at you with lust-filled eyes as you started to grind your center against his leg. Your hands found his shoulder to hold onto him as you steadily moved your hips until the pleasure became almost unbearable. There was no way for you to hold back the moans and sighs escaping your throat.

Right before you got too close to your breaking point, he kissed your cheek and shifted his position while purring, “That’s my good girl.”

Your heat ached for more friction but his praise made up for the loss of contact. He started kissing down your neck and reached behind your back to rid you of your bra. When he found your breasts, he nipped and licked the sensitive skin until you started to feel lightheaded.

He found his destination between your legs and started trailing kisses along the lace of your underwear. The fabric was soaked by your arousal and you were certain that he could taste you even with this barrier still in place. When he pushed it aside with two of his fingers, you started to get desperate to feel him inside you.

“Please, Spencer. I need you.”

“Can’t wait for me to fill you up, huh?” He chuckled before he let his fingers glide into you with ease.

His tongue drew circles over your most sensitive spot until your body started trembling under his touch. With a steady rhythm he pushed his digits into you but slowed down after a couple of moments to sit up between your legs.

His eyes found yours when he demanded, “Tell me what you want.”

With half-lidded eyes you looked at him, already lost in the pleasure, “Fuck me.”

He retracted his hand, denying you any contact despite your whimpers.

“Tell me what you really want.”

You hesitated to answer him, staring at him like a doe caught in headlights. Your cheeks were glowing while you contemplated your response.

“I want you to get me pregnant,” you finally answered.

“Yeah?” He groaned as he pulled your panties down. “I want that too. More than anything.”

As he leaned over you, you reached between your bodies to guide him into your waiting heat. With more force than you had anticipated he started thrusting into you, not wasting any more time to guide you both into a state of pure bliss. He tilted his head to look down to where your bodies were joined.

“Look how well you take me,” he groaned. “It’s as if your body was made for me.”

With your arms and legs around his body, you brought him impossibly close, letting him find his home inside your embrace. Your whole body clung onto him as if your life depended on it, your chests pressed together for your hearts to get in touch just like the rest of you did.

When he noticed the telltale signs of your impending climax, he found your lips in a hasty kiss as he guided you through your high. Your walls tightened as you pulsated around his hardness, pushing him over the edge together with you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as you felt him throbbing inside you, sharing his essence with you until he had nothing left to give.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your neck as he lazily kissed along your skin.

You hummed chipper before you purred, “I love you more.”

He lay down on the mattress beside you to let his palm glide over your stomach, whispering, “We’ll have a baby soon.”

The thought that you had the ability to create life with him was almost overwhelming. With a tremble in your voice you responded, “I can’t wait to carry your child.”