#criinal minds smut

Summary: Reader has waited so long for his wedding night. Especially because Spencer has not had him since the date was announced

Relationship:Spencer Reid x Trans Man! Reader

WC: 1K

A/N: Hi my loves! I write this fic in a culmination of two days and I love it!! I need this in my life. 

CW:Mild Breeding Kink, NSFW, Mild possessiveness/ownership (“My husband” is said multiple times), and use of the term “sweet boy." Reader has no specification of a chest or not, but AMAB and AFAB terms are used to describe their body. 

NSFW 18+ ONLY

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“I have always wanted someone to call my own,” he said softly, his knuckles brushing against the bridge of my nose, across my bottom lips, over my cheek. It was all places that he already had memorized ‐ every divot and curve and line already been touched by his hands twofold. This was … different through. Far better than every other time. “For some time, I was sure that I’d be fine with anyone. I can see now how wrong I was, my sweet boy.”

Spencer’s hands slid down my shoulders, moving to trace down my torso. I was burning. Spencer must be on fire considering how every touch of him to me scorched my skin in the best of ways. I knew that after tonight, I would never know anything but his hands on me. My husband placed a soft kiss on my hip bone, his warm eyes honeyed in the candlelight. “Anyone but you as mine ‐ my husband ‐ would be so wrong.” 

The kiss turned into kisses as Spencer trails down the dip where my leg connects to my torso. He has long taken off my boxers, and every other piece of pesky cloth that could hide me from his eyes. I don’t feel the need to hide from him, though, I never have. Spencer is the first person I have ever wanted to see me. My loving husband, though, is still fully clothed in the tux that we had married in. Spencer uses two of his fingers to spread me open and licks up me. If I have any brain cells left, I would complain to him about soiling his tux, but Spencer gave me no time as he eagerly licked into me. I had asked him to let his scruff grow a bit for our wedding night, and it tickled at my skin and my thighs. Spencer’s lips wrapped around me and I could not stop the whine that fell from my lips. His fingers found his way into me and he set a mind melting pace.

“My husband has such a pretty little cock,” Spencer muses. He takes me back into his mouth, and no one could have prepared me for the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. My husband must have hidden this - this talent for a reason; if he had ever done this before our wedding day, I would have never made it to the altar. I would have been fucking him too insatiably. I was in love with the way he groaned around me as his tongue rolled around me, his fingers arching into that spot inside of me and I melted. Pleasure practically oozed from every bit of me. My hips rocked against Spencer’s hands and his mouth as I came. With a soft groan, my husband pulled away from my cunt. He smiled at me, one of the smiles that I had first fallen in love with - bashful, kind, and full of so much love. 

When I looked at the man in front of me, changed by so much but still imbued with the same kindness, I knew that I could never have picked a better man to wed. 

My slick covered his stubbled chin, “You fit so perfectly in my mouth.”

A noise fell from me and I laced my hands through his hair to pull him up to me, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. One of Spencer’s hands came to rest on my jaw, some of my own wetness dragged across my skin. His other hand made quick work of his tie and shrugged off his jacket. 

I don’t think Spencer had ever gotten undressed so fast. His button-up shirt and pants were gone before I could even register that he was lining himself up to me. 

His kisses trailed down my lips to my jaw and then to the side of my neck. My hands came to push at his shoulders. Spencer whined at being dragged away from the ability to kiss my skin, a pout forming over his lips. 

“I have a wedding present for you, my love. Wait just a moment.”

Spencer shook his head, “A present? Baby, you’ve already given me the ability to hold my entire world in my arms, forever. What more could I ever ask for?”

I pressed a kiss to his cheek, my lips resting by his ear as I whispered the next few words. There was no one else who could hear them, but I wanted to make sure they were his and only his to have. “What about being a dad?”

My husband’s eyes widened. “But - you’re on birth control?” 

I shook my head at him, a smile swept over his face. “I stopped after you said you weren’t going to have me again until our wedding night. I wanted to surprise you.”

He nodded at me quickly, already realigning himself and pushing his hips as he muttered, “Let’s make a baby.” One of my husband’s hands came to rest on my stomach while the other grabbed the back of my thigh, pushing it up so that he could bury himself deeper into me. 

He moved his face to try and kiss me, but our lips only hastily connected before the pace he set left me nothing but a moaning mess. I was so glad that he made me wait because the feeling of him inside of me again as my husband was perfect in ways I could never have imagined. Every cell in my body sang with joy as I came to my second orgasm of the night, Spencer’s adept fingers then bringing me into a third. 

His hips came still against mine. Spencer’s forehead pressed to mine as a broken whine fell from his lips. Warmth flooded my tummy, and some of his cum dripped between my thighs. Spencer went to pull away but I grabbed him.

“Could we just stay like this..? I don’t know If I’m ready for it to end.”

“Of course. But, sweet boy, you are mine. Now and forever, it is never going to end. I may not be here every time you awaken or every time you sleep, but I meant what I said in my vows,” his hand brushed some of my hair from sticking to my face, “Till death do us part, and I don’t even think I will leave you then. I would break every law of the universe to stay with you.”

I smiled sweetly at him and pressed a kiss to his nose.

It should have been obvious to me. He would always stay here with me, even just in spirit. After all, I was his husband.

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