The Secrets We Keep [Spencer Reid x Reader 18+] || ✔️

Try Me

Smut warning- Praise kink, degradation, daddy kink, hair pulling, orgasm denial.

Wedding planning is fun when you're 16 and scrolling through Pinterest, pinning shit to a silly board you'll change 700 times before you actually get married. But actual wedding planning is fucking hard. There's the dress, the venue, the suit, the attire, the food, the DJ, the bridesmaids, the maid of honor, the groomsmen, the ring bearer, and so, so much more.

Needless to say, you were ready to pull your hair out. Spencer, on the other hand, thinks it's amazing and wants to be a part of it all, which is a challenge in and of itself. Spencer's brain works a million miles a minute, meaning he's thinking out every single possibility, meaning he's driving you insane.

"But if we have 1,000 people we'll need more cake than that!" He yelled from the bathroom as he was getting ready for another day at the BAU.

"Spencer Walter Reid, we aren't inviting 1,000 fucking people to our wedding. Do you know how much money that'll cost us?" You yelled back from your closet.

"Trust me, we can afford it." He giggled as he appeared in your closet. "Wear the black skirt and the red top. We can match!" He pulled out your outfit, handing it to you with a sly smirk.

You shot him a weary look as you put them on. Needless to say, the outfit was just work appropriate. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't look damn good. He handed you a pair of Louboutin's before grabbing his own.

He had on black dress pants and a red button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and holy fuck was he mouth-watering. You cleared your throat as you pulled on some stalking's, attaching them to the garter around your waist and placing on your shoes.

Spencer looked up, his eyes growing wide as you spun around for him, "Fuck. I am the luckiest man in the world." He glanced over at the clock before looking back at you. "Bend over. We have time."

You did as he asked, bending at the waist and placing your hands on the bed. Spencer bunched your skirt at your waist, not even bothering to pull your underwear down. He ran his finger up your wet slit, before pushing two fingers inside of you. Not that you needed help considering him just existing turned you on.

"Fuck, daddy." You whined as he curled his fingers to hit your g-spot. This man and his fucking fingers.

"Yeah? You look like a little fucking slut today, don't you?" He teased as he sped up, bringing you right to the edge before pulling away and pushing his fingers past your lips. You sucked them clean as he worked his belt.

"You dressed me, daddy. If I look like a slut, that's on you." You felt it before you heard it. Spencer slapped your ass, hard, causing you to yelp out at the sensation.

He gripped your hair, pulling you to him. He wrapped a hand around your throat, just resting it there, "Don't be a fucking little brat. I will leave you high and dry."