Dr. Spencer Reid Imagines

Party

(TRIGGER WARNING. ROUGH SEX AND DEGRADING TENDENCIES AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION)

You decided to examine yourself in the mirror one last time before leaving the house. You had a party to go to. You decided to dress up a bit but nothing too crazy. You had on a matching blue lace bra and underwear set. It was your favorite set and if things went the way you had planned your friend Sam would be seeing them. Over your undergarments, you had on ripped skinny jeans, a white tank top with a beige cardigan over it, and black knee-high heeled boots. You had straightened your hair and for makeup, you went classic with a winged eyeliner, mascara, softer face makeup, and a red lipstick. You looked good. Not prude but not slutty either. You looked sophisticated.

You grabbed your phone, keys, and purse and headed to the party. Half an hour later you were walking into the party hosted by Sam. You stopped, scanning the room for anyone you may know, with no luck. You mentally groaned and made your way through the crowd of sweaty drunk people, to the drink table. Your eyes scanned the table, searching for something strong. You found same cake flavored vodka and decided that it sounded good. You poured some in your cup. You wanted to get buzzed so nothing else followed. Just straight vodka. Your eyes searched again, seeing Sam's tongue shoved half way down some girls throat. Your jaw dropped. You were pissed. Sam and you had been friends for a while and you decided that tonight you and him would finally go all the way. You liked each other.

'What a fucking douche. I should just leave.' you thought to yourself, looking away from Sam and the mystery girl. You saw that a tall brown haired man had appeared next to you at the drink table. His tongue shot out of his mouth, running across his bottom lip as he searched through the drinks. It was really hot. The stranger turned and looked at you, smiling. He had these soft hazel eyes and a killer jaw line. He was sexy.

"I wish they had some water or coffee." he said and you giggled.

"It's a party, you're supposed to loosen up." you replied and he laughed.

"I'm Spencer." he said to you.

"I'm Y/N." you smiled. You took a sip of your drink, grimacing at the strong taste.

"What do you have?" he asked and you smiled and pointed to the vodka bottle.

"What did you mix with it?" he continued.

"Nothing." you shouted and his eyebrow raised.

"You're drinking straight vodka? Are things okay?" he joked and you laughed and shook your head.

"I came here to meet with my friend. I thought I was going to get some tonight but he had other plans." you said, pointing to Sam and the girl. His hand was literally down her pants at this point. You quickly turned back to Spencer, disgusted by what you just saw.

"My friends dragged me here too. I haven't seen any of them since we got here so I feel your pain there. And as far as that guy goes, don't be upset that you can't sleep with a guy who clearly doesn't care about you. And based on that I can conclude that he doesn't deserve you" he said and smiled at you.

"Yeah. I thought he cared about me until now. I don't know who that girl is and I'm pretty sure he doesn't either." you grumbled.

"Well that's his loss. He ditched the most beautiful and sexy girl in the room to go be with someone who opened her legs literally the second he walked in. I saw it happen and I swear to god she literally opened her legs when she saw him. I know that I am literally a genius but it doesn't take one to figure out what was going on there. She was easy and he didn't want to wait around for the better girl. He's an idiot." he said and you stifled a laugh.