Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Kiss'n Tell 🔥 (E)

Summary: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend's habit of oversharing.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warnings: Alcohol
Discussions of: handcuffs, spitting, shibari, Daddy kink, impregnation fetish, collar, D/s dynamics

A/N: Comments rife with internalized misogyny will be deleted. JJ isn't trying to fuck your imaginary boyfriend. Please calm down, I am begging you.

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It wasn't often I got to hang out with Spencer's friends. It was even rarer that I got to hang out with them without Spencer. But for the first time, I got invited to the infamous Girls' Night Out with the ladies of BAU. It only took a little bit of begging for my boyfriend to agree to let me go unsupervised, which, in hindsight, was a terrible, terrible idea.

I can't say I was surprised at how quickly the cups stacked on the table, but that's only because talking was pretty hard in general. Following the conversation that bounced between JJ, Emily, and Penelope seemed downright impossible. Spending all that time with Spencer had apparently turned me into a lightweight, because after only about four drinks, I could feel my loose lips threatening to spill the secrets I hadn't planned on sharing yet.

So, my plan, or strategy, if you will, was to just remain in the background as much as possible. I could enjoy the conversations they shared and jump in every now and then with a harmless comment.

Unfortunately, that whole concept swiftly devolved into chaos after the sixth drink. But surprisingly, it wasn't the alcohol that did me in — it was the topic of conversation. I still don't know exactly how we got to the subject of sex, but we did.

JJ was the first one to escalate, a drunken sigh falling from her lips as she rolled her head back.

"There's just something about handcuffs that gets me going. Isn't that so messed up?" she groaned, the smallest amount of shame in her words, "Like I use them all the time for real, but when I see them hanging off Will's holster... whew."

I chuckled, unsure how to respond. Spencer had made me promise not to talk about our sex life, but it seemed sort of inevitable at a girl's night. And I mean, they had to know we had sex, right? We've been together for over a year...

"I'd much rather be the one doing the handcuffing than being handcuffed. My wrists are too valuable for that," Penelope held up her perfectly manicured hands and shook the bracelets around her arm as if to demonstrate.

Emily was still thinking about JJ's first question, and eventually landed on a response.

"I don't think it's that strange. I think it makes sense. It's that illusive feeling of being out of control."

All of us nodded in agreement. I seemed to be the only one seriously contemplating the act. The thing is, I couldn't actually remember the last time I'd used Spencer's handcuffs in the bedroom. There were so many other tools at our disposal, the handcuffs almost seemed... lazy.

"I mean, the best part about having a genius as your boyfriend is that he's like, really good at stuff. Like... rope skills," I mumbled, my chin resting on my hand that was propped up on the table. I was almost too lost in the thought to notice the shocked glances from around the table.