Spencer Reid Imagines {ON HOLD}

mine, okay? (dominant reader smut)

This was actually a request from @McKennaBaggs! This is very different from the smut I usually write, since I usually write and read ones where Reid is the dominant. Soooooo, here it is!
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Description: When you and Reid go out to a club for date night, he becomes totally oblivious to the woman flirting with him at the bar. You decide to take him home and remind him exactly who he belongs to.
Warnings: sub Reid, smut
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Date night was always fun. It'd start with Spencer coming up and holding your body close to his while you did you make up, putting kisses against your neck while you laughed at him and ended with both of you collapsed naked against the sheets completely exhausted after you couldn't even count how many rounds. Tonight would start quite the same, but end very differently.

You slipped on the short red dress, smoothing out the skirt as you fixed the top. You sat down in front of the vanity, pulling out the makeup bag you kept on the shelf underneath. As usual, Spencer came strutting into the room to take his seat behind you and wrap his arms around you. He placed kisses against your neck as you began to apply your makeup.
"Spencer, stop. I can't focus." He groaned onto your neck as his hair ticked your chin.
"Mmm I can't." His hands run over your stomach as he continues his assault on your neck, making you stop your movements and let out a high pitched moaning whimper. He bites down in response, making you turn around and laugh.
"Stop, I really don't want to have to cover up any marks thank you very much." He pouted, leaning his head against your back. You finished doing your makeup and popped your lips as you pushed him away from you and stood up.

The two of you left for the club a few minutes later, Spencer's hand on your thigh the whole drive. You hated when he did that because you really couldn't control yourself.

You pulled into the parking lot and got out, entering the crowded bar. Spencer insisted on going to bars for at least half of your date nights because he was crazy about watching you dance under the lights. You sat down at a table in the corner of the club, you on one side and him on the other. You talked your usual flirty banter before Spencer decided to grab a couple drinks from the bar.

You waited patiently for the drinks, tapping your finger as you looked over to the bar. There was a very slim, dressed up woman being very chatty towards Spencer, so much so you almost got jealous. You knew you shouldn't be; he had barely registered that you were flirting with him before you two were together, so he had no idea when other woman were doing it. You dismissed it once you saw him leave her in the dust and head towards you with the two drinks. Although you didn't like the way she looked at him when he walked away.

He set your drink down in front of you and you continued your talking, making sure to shoot him looks in case the woman was still watching. You leaned forward in your seat and looked at him.

"I think," you got up from your seat. "I am going to go dance. My offer still stands for you to join me." He laughed.
"And my statement still stands that I cannot dance."
"Suit yourself." You walked to the dance floor and started dancing, a group of girls who were most likely underage asking you to dance with them since you were all by yourself. They explained that they didn't want any random guy dancing with you, and one most likely wouldn't make a move on you if you were in a group. You danced with them for a while before looking back over at the table.

The woman was back, this time being very touchy with Spencer. His face was visibly uncomfortable, but he didn't want to be rude and push her away. Your jealousy grew, for honestly no particular reason. Her hands kept moving up his arm and chest, to which he awkwardly smiled. You could see him tell her he had a girlfriend but he didn't let up.