Spencer Reid Imagines/Fics

Three's A Crowd *SMUT*

SUMMARY: "Hi do u think u can do a Spencer x reader x Emily smut plz?"

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

WARNINGS: Smut, smut and more smut

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***Thank you for your request anon and being so patient, hope you enjoy! ;)

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Y/N's living room and kitchen was filled with the sounds of glasses clinking, drinks being poured and laughter in the air. Luke, JJ and David were in the kitchen, free pouring drinks, letting out bursts of laughter when someone accidentally overpoured and spilt the alcohol on the countertop. Meanwhile, the rest of the team – Y/N, Emily, Penelope, Spencer, Matt and Tara were sitting around the living room, conversations being had, and drinks being consumed at a fast rate.

The team had a rough few weeks with barely any down time, so Y/N thought everyone deserved to have at least just one night where they could all let their hair down, and so far, everyone seemed to be doing just that; even Spencer, which secretly surprised everyone.

Penelope took a swig of her drink, before roughly placing it on the table before turning to Tara and Y/N, who were sat on the same couch, giggling to each other.

"Y/N, Tara! When's the last time you guys had a little fun? Fucked around a little?"

Before either one of the women could answer, Spencer almost choked on his drink, looking at Penelope with wide eyes.

"Y/N and Tara? Together?!"

Y/N and Tara turn to each other and burst into a fit of laughter, as well as Penelope who is sitting next to Spencer. She pats Spencer's back, trying to get words out through her giggling.

"No, Spencer! I'm asking them individually, damn! Alcohol gets your mind a little freaky, doesn't it?" Penelope smirks, teasing Spencer for his mistake to no end, making him blush and mumble his defence.

Tara leans her head back against the couch, sighing. "Between travelling for work and the number of hours we're working it's hard to please myself let alone find someone to do it for me." Everyone laughs loudly, cracking up at how open and honest they've all become with each other.

"What about you, Matt?" Penelope digs, taking a sip of her other glass. Matt chuckles at Penelope's drunken state, getting up from the couch and putting his hands up in defence. "You're forgetting that I'm married, P. I'm leaving now before I get into trouble with the missus."

Once Matt leaves to go to the kitchen, she turns the attention to Emily and Spencer, who are sitting on the same couch as she is. "Emily? Spencer? What about you two?" she smirks, rubbing her hands together, ready for juicy details.

Emily giggles, taking a sip of her drink and winking at Penelope, "Sorry P, I don't kiss and tell." Making Penelope pout, Spencer is her last hope.

"Um- uh... same as Emily...?" Spencer states as more of a question. Surely Penelope knew that Spencer would be the last person in the room to ever involve the team in his personal life like that, but it was worth a try anyway.

Penelope groans, getting up from the coach, struggling to keep her balance.

"You lot are boring, but I should probably get going... I need to go home and sober up otherwise there's no way in hell I'm going to make it out of here alive."

From the kitchen, Luke and Matt can see Penelope struggling to walk by herself, so they both take each of her arm, helping her into the cab they ordered for her. They make sure she understands to text them when she makes it home safely, both of them chuckling as she's shouting professions of love for the two men as her cab drives down the street.