You and Spencer reunite after weeks apart — and your baby boy needs some serious relief. You're more than happy to give it to him. Not canon-compliant. Just lots of fluff, spice, and softness.

warning tags: established relationship, sub/dom dynamics, soft/dom fem!reader, submissive spencer reid, making love, affectionate words, words of affirmation, a lot of fluff, explicit consent, orgasm denial, very, very, very romantic and domestic

The rain has been falling incessantly outside. You're at home preparing for your next lecture, papers spread all over the desk. Spencer has been gone for almost three weeks now and you miss him deeply but you know that his job is a very important part of his life, just like yours in yours. 

You and Spencer have been dating for almost three years now, you remember when you met him at the conference room at the University. He looked terribly young to be teaching there, but so were you. You felt the pull in your chest instantly.

His conversation, his words, his bright eyes when he spoke about linguistics and criminological topics, and his angelic features, fascinated you. You remember how you could spend hours just talking about different topics. And then… you made the first move, because he never would have. And since then, you've been the most lovable couple many have seen. 

You're drinking jasmine tea and reading papers, it is nearly 7 pm, you're so focused on your papers and presentation that you don't hear the door opening. So, you were pleasantly surprised when he walked in the studio. 

“I’m home.” he says with a soft voice. 

You pull your eyes off the computer and look straight to his eyes. 

He's there, it's not a dream. You know he is real because you didn't fall asleep. He looks very tired. His skin is pale, he has baggy eyes, and there's a trace of light beard on his face. But his eyes sparkle like a sky full of constellations. 

“Baby” you say, leaving all your things on the coffee table as you stand up to hug him. He steps forward to rest his weight against you. You feel his arms around you and his hot breath on your neck. You rub his back, pressing him closer to you. 

You know what this means, he's always like this when he comes back from a mission. Specifically a hard and long mission. 

“Was it too difficult, baby?”, he hums softly against your neck. You just hold him like that, bouncing a little bit side to side as if he were a baby. But he was, he was your big baby. 

“Do you want me to make something for you?” you asked. He loosens the hug and looks straight to your eyes with a soft smile. 

“Don't worry, darling. I ate something with the team earlier.”, he answered with a smile. 

“All right, so you want to take a shower?” 

“I should, but I'm too tired,” he said, closing his eyes. 

“My baby… I can prepare the bath for you”, you offer. 

“Would you?”

“I'd do anything for you”, you said looking straight into his eyes. He flustered a little and you smiled and smacked a kiss on his cheek. “Take a seat, baby. I'll prepare the bath.” 

You walked to the bathroom and started preparing everything. You could hear him stepping into the room and taking off his clothes. When the water is warm and scented with a lavender aroma, you call him. 

He entered the room with a bathrobe covering his body. You were leaning over the bath, checking the water’s temperature. 

“It's ready”, you said to him. 

He uncovered himself, leaving the bathrobe on a chair. You could see how flustered he was. His eyes avoiding yours, his body trembling softly. 

He got into the bath, a soft sigh escaped his beautiful mouth. You let him enjoy the warmness of the water a little. Then, you took a sponge, poured soap on it and started to lather him. He opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at you. 

“What are you doing?”, he slightly asked. 

“I'm helping you. Don't you want it?”, you ask, pouting. 

“I do”, he said. That's all the permission you need to continue. 

“All right, baby; I'll make you feel good then”, you said against his ear and you felt his body shiver. 

You continue lathering him, light strokes along his chest, his eyes closed, completely lost in your touch and attention. Spencer is like that, he loves being caressed and you love to caress him. 

You take the shampoo and pour a little on your hands, then you start washing his hair, use the bathroom shower to rinse the shampoo and soap off his body. You can tell he's enjoying it a little too much. 

He sits up slightly in the bath. You touch his back and you can feel the tension in it. 

“Are you stressed, my love?” you ask softly. He nods. 

You start caressing his back, your touch light and soothing, determined to ease every knot of stress away.

You stand up so you can massage him more comfortably. Your hands move along his back, shoulders and neck. You can smell the scent of the shampoo on his hair. He lets out soft moans, completely lost in how good your touch feels. 

Your hands move to the front, touching his chest, your mouth getting close to his ear, you blow hot air on it. 

“You like it?”, you ask, he just hums, completely lost in the sensation. You let some slight kisses on his neck. You felt his body trembling. 

“Weren’t you too tired, hmm?”, you ask against his ear. You move to be by his side again, you take his chin to make him look at you. “Open your eyes, beautiful.”

He does so and looks into your eyes. 

“Do you want me to continue?”, you ask, caressing his chin. 

“I always want you to continue”, he says under his breath. 

You smile and lean over him to kiss him deep and softly. He breathed a soft sigh against your mouth. 

“I love you”, he says when you pull apart. 

“I love you too, my love.”

You kiss him again before getting closer to him. Your hand traces the warmth of his chest and dips slowly over his stomach, getting closer to his core. He can't help the breathy moans escaping him. 

Your nails rub against his thighs, leaving light marks on his skin, you can hear his soft whimpers and you look at him, stopping your movements. 

“Look at you… trembling already?”, you let out a light laugh. He whimpers and opens his eyes. 

“I love your touch.”

“Hmmm…”, you moan gently into his ear. He shivers. 

“Please…”, he whimpers, voice needy.  

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart?”, you tease him. 

“I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Yes, but… I need… I need you…”, you kiss him again. It is adorable when he wants to express himself but he’s too flustered to speak. 

Your hand slides up to his jaw, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. You pull back just enough to look into his eyes.

“Then tell me,” you whisper. “Use your words, my baby.”

Spencer swallows. His pupils are wide, his breath shallow. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You know how badly he wants to say it, but nothing comes out of his mouth. 

“I…” he tries again. A small, frustrated huff leaves his lips.

“No worries, baby.”, you murmur, rubbing your nose gently against his.

He sighs, his hands tightening ever so slightly around your waist—as if grounding himself in you.

Your hand glides down again, slow and deliberate—this time not to tease, but to give. To give him exactly what he’s been silently begging for. 

You move gently. He buries his face in your neck, whimpering, soft moans escaping between each breath.

One of your hands finds his hair, fingers curling into the strands as you gently tug him back, just enough to see him.

“Keep your eyes on me, my love,” you whisper. “I want to see your beautiful eyes.”

And he does—he always does. So obedient, so pliant. Always trying his best to please you.

His skin burns beneath your touch, and every breath trembles through his chest like a quiet storm.

“You’re such a good boy”, you say as your movements increase. 

He’s panting, fighting not to close his eyes. 

Suddenly, you stop your movements. His eyes widened with surprise and frustration. You give him another kiss. 

“Nng…”, he mumbles under his breath. “Darling.”

“Yes, baby? You wanted something?”

“Don’t… don’t tease me.”, he says, hoarse voice. 

You stand up and start to strip your clothes off, his eyes not missing anything. 

“Baby boy,” you say under your breath, “is there space in the tub for me?” 

His eyes sparkle and he nods rapidly. He makes space for you. 

Once you are completely undressed, you enter the tub with his help. The water is still warm, you place both of your legs on the sides of his hips and you put your arms around his neck. Locking eyes with him.

“My love…” you murmur. 

His hands move along your back, touching and stroking. You let out a sigh of relief, you missed him so much. 

You lean in to press a soft kiss on the corner of his lips... then another, and another—until he's chasing your mouth with his own.

Spencer places one of his hands on your neck pushing you further to kiss you hungrily. You let him be, answering the kiss with so much enthusiasm. 

“I missed you”, you say against his lips once he lets you go.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you,” he replies. 

You kiss him again. Your lips move to his jaw, leaving soft kisses all the way down his neck. You suck gently on his damp skin. His eyes are darker when you look at him again. 

“I want you so bad”, you say. 

“You can have me.”

The warm water sloshes softly around you both as your mouths explore each other with a mix of hunger and tenderness.

His hands settle on your hips, gripping firmly, and you can feel the tremble in his breath as your fingers tangle in his wet curls.

You start grinding against his lap, his grip strength around you. He's panting, whimpering. You kiss his mouth again to silence all his adorable moans. 

You drag your nails against his shoulders and his neck. You will leave marks but you don't care and neither will him. 

His head falls back for a moment, lips parted, chest rising and falling quickly as you grind down harder. His hands twitch on your waist, trying to hold you still—but failing miserably.

“God, I…” he gasps, then bites his bottom lip as another breathy moan escapes him.

You lean down to kiss that moan away too. “You what?” you tease against his mouth. “Use your words, Doctor.”

Spencer shudders at the sound of your voice and the title. “I want you so bad it hurts,” he admits, eyes glazed over, voice wrecked with need.

“Then take me,” you whisper, reaching behind you to guide his hand to where you ache the most.

He groans, forehead pressing against yours again, trembling. “Not here,” he says, with effort, like it physically pains him to slow things down. “I want to do this right. On the bed. Want to see all of you.”

You kiss his cheek, then his lips, and nod. “Then let’s go.”

Without another word, he stands up with you still wrapped around him, water spilling over the tub's edge. He doesn’t care.

Once you're out, Spencer reaches for his bathrobe and puts it on you. You smiled because you know it won't last. But this man, —oh God, your man, is a hopeless gentleman. 

He leads you to the bedroom, you sit on the bed and pull him towards you. You kiss him deeply again. The sound of your kisses make your body shiver. 

Spencer unfolds the bathrobe and looks at your body. You press your legs together aching for his touch. He licks his own lips. 

“You're so beautiful,” he says with a tender voice. The kind of voice you like to think is only for you. 

You smiled fondly. 

You slightly open your legs like an invitation. 

“Spence,” you say, whimpers escaping your mouth. “I need you.”

His eyes widen. He understands. Slowly, he crawls over your body on the bed. He kisses you again. His hand reaches the spot where you need him. 

He kisses your forehead before asking: “how do you want it?”

“Rough… but soft…” you reply and he understands what you mean. 

His hand looses between your thighs, pressing his fingers on your core. He starts touching you gently as if you were fragile. You are panting, suddenly the room is too hot despite it being nearly October. He kisses you again, his mouth slightly moving down your neck and then your chest. You grind on his hand, he gently presses one finger inside you and you arch your back. 

“Ah… Spence.”

He continues caressing you, he presses one more finger inside you. Then, he cups one of your breasts with his free hand. 

“You're so… soft”, he says under his breath. 

You look at him, his eyes immediately finding yours. He looks up at you, lips parted, eyes full of wonder. “I love seeing you like this…” he says as he keeps moving his fingers inside you. 

“Baby… if you don't stop…”

“Go ahead, darling…”, he curls his fingers and there he finds it… the little spot that drives you crazy every time. 

You close your eyes, back arching on the bed, hands gripping his shoulder. You can see fireworks behind your eyes. 

You're panting, breathing heavily, trying to reconnect yourself to reality. When you open your eyes, all you see is Spencer looking at you. 

“That good?”, he asks playfully. You just laugh. 

“Yeah… but I haven't forgotten about you…”

“I'm ok”, he says and you laugh again looking down to his lap. 

“That doesn't look «ok»”, you mention with a smile. 

Once you catch your breath, you lean up and press your lips to his. Your hand takes his jaw to press your faces together as you settle on top of him, legs on either side. He whimpers just to feel you so close. 

You're now sitting on his lap. His hands are on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin, but he holds himself back — resisting the urge to pull you down against him.

Your hands move gently along his chest, savoring the way his body trembles beneath your fingertips. He's looking at you with so much adoration, as if you were a goddess. 

You get closer to his face, hot breath between the both of you. You cup his cheek and he almost pours like a needy kitten. 

“Now it's time for you to enjoy, baby boy.” 

You kiss him again, rough and needy, you can feel how he melts beneath your touch. You can hear his little groans and moans. It turns you on so much more. You take his hands and you place them above his head. He lets you, so obedient and pliant for you. 

“You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say so.” You say with a smile looking at his handsome face. Spencer bites his lips. 

You take your time kissing him. You slow down, deliberately letting the anticipation build. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers feels like a command, and he follows without question. You run your tongue slowly along his collarbone and feel the way he shudders under you.

You let your breath linger over his skin, teasing. Your fingers trail down the sides of his ribs, and you feel his muscles tense, his breath hitch.

“Darling…”, he says under his heavy breath. “I… Please…”

You scratch your nails against the soft skin of his thighs. 

“Tell me what you want, Spence…”

“I want you… Please… I need to be…”, he lets a moan out when you bite his thigh gently. 

“Yes? Go ahead, sweetheart.”

“I… I want to be inside you.” 

You raise your head to look at him. He looks so beautiful and dutiful like that. You can feel the wetness between your legs. You wanted him too. 

You stop teasing and you move again to his lap. Once your legs are spread on both his sides, you tell him:

“You wanna touch me?”

“So bad”, he replies under his breath. 

“Then go ahead.”

He incorporates in the bed, holding you carefully, he looks straight into your eyes. 

“I love you”, he says.

“I love you too”, you reply.

He kisses you hungrily, his lips going down your neck, you tilt your head aside so he can go further on you. He keeps his kisses on your shoulder. You feel him scratching your back with his fingers, so you let out a moan. He shivers in your arms. You press yourself down so he can understand what you want. 

His eyes come back to yours. 

“Is this ok?”, he asks. You nod. Then he kisses you. 

You hold onto him when you feel the pressure between your legs. You never get used to the feeling of being completely joined like that. He stops his movements, checking if you are ok by looking at your face. 

You stay like that for a moment. Spencer leaves soft kisses everywhere he can. His hands caressing your ribs, your back and your hips. 

You start moving up and down carefully, both of you locking eyes on each other, your breaths mixed with one another. The rhythm between you starts slow and steady, but it grows—like a wave building toward the shore. Each movement becomes needier, more desperate.

He starts thrusting upward into you, both of you holding into each other, not wanting this to stop forever. Spencer pants in your ear, little “I love you’s” coming out of his mouth. You’re too desperate to speak, but you let him know how much you love him with every move, with your eyes looking for his. He takes your hand, gripping them together as you get closer to the end. 

“I’m close,” you whisper, your forehead pressed to his.

“Me too,” he breathes, holding your hips tighter.

And when it happens, it feels like falling and flying all at once.

He presses you close, like he never wants to let you go. His face is buried in your neck, trying to catch his breath. You run your fingers through his sweaty hair.

Once both of you are coming down from the edge of your climax, you look at him and both of you let out a gaspy laugh.

“That was amazing,” he says. You only nod, incapable of speaking.

He takes your chin this time to look into your eyes and gives a soft kiss, letting you know how much he loves you. You smile.

“Was I okay?” he asks. You kiss him again.

“You’re always so good to me, my love,” you say, rubbing your nose against his.

Later that night, you’re lying next to each other, Spencer’s head resting on your chest as you pass your fingers through his curls. He lifts his head to see your face.

“What’s up, baby boy?” you ask softly.

“Thank you,” he replies.

“For what?”

“For being my home.” You smile. “I know my job isn’t easy and you could have left, but you haven’t…”

“Lucky you. I’m so in love with you. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

He laughs, then hugs your thigh. You can feel his heartbeat next to you.

“Let’s get some sleep, baby. I’m tired.”

Spencer just holds you tighter and sighs. You fall asleep hearing his heartbeat and soft breath against you.