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Eight Days (ch. 2)

Joel Miller x Reader (AFAB reader that uses at least she/her pronouns)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 5.1k

Can be found on ao3 here

Chapter links listed at top of first chapter

Chapter warnings: *rihanna voice* uh oh boner alert, mention of guns, handjob (m receiving), mention of infected (clicker), gun shots, unwanted flirting, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). (Let me know if I missed any)

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You opened your eyes slowly, blinking the sleep out of them as best as you could as you made yourself aware of your surroundings.

Right. That garage in Worcester. Bed. Joel pressed against you.

Joel pressed against you?

Joel. Pressed. Against. You.

You clench your jaw, trying to decide if you needed to move or push him away or what. Whatever would cause the least amount of trouble or embarrassment would be for the best.

He didn’t have his arms around you, but his front was pressed flat against your back. There was something poking your ass and you took a wild guess that it wasn’t his gun.

Jesus Christ. Yesterday you wanted to be nowhere near this man and now he’s hard and you’re feeling things.

You felt blood rush up to your cheeks as you tried to move away from him a little. Your shift must’ve woken him up at least a little because he turned over after that.

You let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t want him catching on to the fact that as much of a grump as he is, he’s enticing. Attractive. Alluring. You had to admit his hard exterior did something to draw you in, make you want to crack him open. Not in an “I can fix him” kind of way. Just a “what’s under there?” way.

Ever since two nights ago when his nightmare woke you, you’ve wondered who Sarah was. Sister? Wife? Child?

Maybe you’d grow the balls to ask before your trip is over. Maybe not.

You were glad you forced Joel to get in the bed with you last night, it actually kept you even warmer than you were for the first few hours of the night.

You looked at your watch. It was already 8am, you were wasting daylight. “Joel.” You say quietly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Joel.” You say a little louder now.

“Hm?” He hums, sleepy.

“We should get going. It’s 8.” You rub your eyes.

“Shit.” He curses, sitting up quickly and facing away from you. He pauses, looks down, then back up. “Be right back.” He mumbles, getting up and entering the house from the garage, making sure he stayed faced away from you.

You laugh to yourself a little at the situation, but you couldn’t blame him. Morning wood was just something that happened sometimes. Hell, if you had a dick you’d get it too. But part of you had to wonder if it was coincidental or because he shared a bed with you last night.

You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts, crawling to the side of the bed and swinging your legs over it. You reached down for your bag, getting a pair of dry socks before stuffing your still slightly damp ones into the plastic bag within your backpack.

You sigh happily as you put on fresh socks. You knew your shoes wouldn’t be completely dry, but at least they weren’t sopping wet anymore.

Joel returned after just a few minutes, no more hard-on, you noticed. You only barely checked, making sure not to look more than a second. You wondered how big-

No. Nope. Not going there right now.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes for a second to try and make yourself act and think normally.

Joel didn’t notice, pulling on socks and his boots, lacing them up before standing. “Let’s head out.”

“We have to see Tom first.” You remind him. “He said he was going to give us supplies.”

He grumbled something under his breath. But then, “Alright.” He sighs, walking to the sliding garage door and lifting it overhead.

You were glad to see that it wasn’t raining today, streets actually starting to dry a little.

You two crossed the street to the house Tom had pointed out as his, Joel banging on the door a couple times.

Soon, the door opens to reveal Tom. “Come on in.” He backs up and opens the door wider.

You and Joel walk in, Tom closing the door behind you two.

“Thank you. For everything. And whatever supplies you’re able to send us with.” You smile at Tom.

“Not a problem. People like us gotta help each other out.” Tom nods and motions to the coffee table.

On it sits two cans of ravioli, two cans of beans, a box of matches, some batteries for your flashlights, and some hand sanitizer. All things that would be useful for you two on your run, or even back in the QZ.

“Grab some breakfast before you leave.” Tom motions in the general direction of the mess hall.

You and Joel kneel down and start packing the stuff from the coffee table. “Say thank you.” You whisper to him.

He shoots you a look, finishing throwing things in his backpack before standing to face Tom. “Thanks again.”

You smile to yourself in victory as you get up and sling your backpack over your shoulder.

“Safe travels.” Tom opens his front door again to let you and Joel out.

“Bye.” You nod as you leave, Joel right behind you.

You two walk to the modified restaurant up the street, going in and quickly eating. This morning was apple cinnamon oatmeal. One of your favorites.

Afterwards, you leave the settlement, going through the front gate and finding your way back to the freeway. There was still a few infected roaming that you had to change your route to sneak around, but you managed.

As you got to the highway, it started getting windy, which meant it felt 10 or more degrees colder than it actually was. The fact that you were moving was good, kept you just warm enough to keep from shivering too much.

You walked a few miles like this, nose running, eyes tingling from the cold, throat dry. The sun started peeking through the clouds around noon, bringing you a little bit of warmth.

Joel stops and goes behind a car to take a piss, leaving you waiting a couple lanes over. When he returns, he puts his hands on his hips, looks at you, and sighs. “Sorry ‘bout this mornin’.”

“What hap… oh.” You can’t believe 1) that he’s bringing it up and 2) he was aware the whole time.

He finally averts his eyes, looking down the highway to avoid your gaze.

“It’s- I mean, it’s fine. No big deal.” You shrug. And it really wasn’t.

“You sure? I don’t want you feelin’ uncomfortable.” Joel says.

Oh now he cares about how you feel. Interesting.

“Didn’t feel like that when you said ‘fuck you’ the other day.” You grin sarcastically.

“Was pissed Tess broke her ankle. We’ll have a lot of hauling back to do ‘tween the two of us.” He explains.

You nod. He was right. Three loads of stuff carried between two people could definitely slow you down. “We’ll figure something out. Can we take just some of it when we get there?”

“Deal’s done. We take it all.” Joel sighs.

“Alright.” You nod.

The two of you start walking again, “So… you don’t hate me?” You ask him, based on the reasoning he gave you for being upset.

He snorts a laugh. “Not yet. You gotta earn that.”

You hum. “Mm. Got it.” You smile over at him and see a hint of a smirk on his face.

You turn your eyes back to the road and keep walking.

Over the next couple hours, you exchange little conversation.

“Where are we staying tonight?” You ask.

“Brimfield if we can make it before dark.” He responds.

You nod and continue on with Joel. You take more bathroom breaks and food breaks along the way, trying to pick up the pace as the day went on. The sun was setting, but you were getting close.

You two take out your flashlights as the sun finally disappears behind the horizon. You were on edge, knowing at dark and entering a city (although small), there was a high chance of running into infected.

Just off the freeway exit was a neighborhood, so you and Joel went down the street checking for unlocked houses. Gladly, the fourth one you checked was open.

You both walk inside, closing the door behind you. You’re surprised when Joel motions for you to follow him rather than stay behind.

You spend a good 5 minutes searching the cold house for anything dangerous, lucky to find nothing but an empty house. You secured doors and windows before sitting down to share a can of beans.

As you swallow a bite, you look to Joel. “There’s a king bed in the master. I say we take that.”

“Um-“ he starts but you cut him off.

“It would be safer to sleep in the same room in case something happens.” You reason with him.

He takes a second to think. “Yeah.”

You sigh. “Listen, we can drop this whole awkward, thinking I’m innocent and naive bullshit.” You raise your brows at him. “If we share a bed we’re not going to burst into flames. You pop a chub? I’m not gonna make a big deal about it. Honestly, it’s kinda flattering.” You say the last sentence before you’re able to stop yourself and you see Joel’s eyes widen by a millimeter. He starts to blush.

You take another bite of beans while keeping eye contact with him, trying to prove you’re not scared of him, not scared to be around him. You hate when people treated you like a kid just because you were in your 20s.

“‘Kay.” He responds, gulping before finishing the can of food.

“Okay.” You nod, glad to have that out of the way.

You get up and walk to the bedroom, feeling Joel’s eyes follow you. You hear his footsteps behind you a couple moments later. He closes and locks the door behind the two of you for extra security.

You decide to take your shoes and socks off, glad they were only damp now. Maybe they’d finish drying overnight, you hoped. You got into the cold bed under the thin quilt, settling in.

Joel takes off his shoes at least before crawling into the bed.

You hate wearing your coat to sleep but it was the only thing keeping you sort of warm at this point. The mattress was cool and taking a long time to warm up, even with your body heat. After five minutes or so, you begin to shiver.

“Cold?” Joel is laying on his back but turns his head towards you.

“You- you think?” You stutter out.

“C’mere.” He lifts his arm to give you space to curl against him.

“It’s f- fine.” You feel yourself blush a little.

“Thought you wanted to drop the whole innocent/naive bullshit?” He taunts.

You roll your eyes and huff a laugh before turning towards him and scooting closer. You rest your head and a hand on his chest, happy to feel his body heat contributing to yours. His arm wraps around your shoulders, other arm moving to pull you in just slightly by the waist. You hold back a gasp.

“Better?” He mumbles.

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

***

You open your eyes the next morning, reminded that you were snuggled up with Joel as you do. You look at the window, noticing there was only a little light coming in. Sun must be just rising. You feel semi well rested, so you know you got at least 6 hours.

During the night you’d swung a leg over one of Joel’s and had scooted up the bed a bit. Your head was now tucked under his chin, hand still on his chest.

You used your arm underneath you to prop yourself up and look at Joel, being met with his soft brown eyes.

“Mornin’.” He says with a gravelly voice.

“Hi.” You give him a soft smile, putting weight on your hand and thigh to move off of him.

As you slide your leg up and away you feel it. He groans softly, his eyes closing.

“Again?” You raise a brow, smirking at him a little.

He sighs and shoots daggers at you.

You narrow your eyes just slightly, tilting your head and reaching underneath the comforter. Shit, were you actually doing this?

Your hand brushed over his crotch and he choked back a moan. “I wouldn’t mind helping you.” You lick your lips.

His hand grips your shoulder, he’s considering it.

“Or not-“ you start to pull your hand away when he catches your wrist, bringing your hand back down to the tent in his jeans.

You wrap your hand around his clothed length and give it a stroke, your cheeks warming up at the feel of how big it was.

“Fuck.” Joel lets out a strained word, letting go of your wrist to let you touch him.

You rub him through his pants for a few seconds before undoing the button and zipper. You threw the comforter down past his thighs so you could see what you were handling.

“Pull them down.” You breathe against his neck.

He doesn’t hesitate this time which gives you a boost of confidence. He hooks his thumbs into the waistbands of his boxers and jeans before pushing them down to his thighs.

His large cock is heavy against his hip/lower stomach, the head weeping precum.

“How long you been awake?” You pull back to look at him.

“Maybe twenty minutes.” He admits.

“Poor thing. All hard with nothing to do about it.” You grip his base.

He gasps and bucks up into your hand, grip on your shoulder tightening.

“Shit, Joel.” You bite your lip, stroking your hand up to put pressure on the head of his dick. “If I’d known what you were packing I would’ve said something sooner.” You feel heat pool between your legs.

You look down at your hand touching him, moving up and down slowly but with purpose. He’s already panting, watching your hand too.

You speed up a little and he lets out a strangled whimper, rolling his hips up. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each sound and movement he made.

You paused, bringing your palm close to your mouth to spit a glob of saliva into it. You return your hand to his cock and stroke even faster now, hand slick and sliding easily against him.

“Jesus-“ Joel gasps, his breaths getting whinier with each passing second.

Your forearm was starting to burn but you didn’t mind all that much, continuing your movements.

“Y/n, gonna- fuck.” Joel moans as his cock twitches in your hand.

You stroke him through his orgasm, milking his hardness for what you could. Some cum got on his shirt but you had a feeling he didn’t give a fuck.

You slow to a stop and pull your hand away, reaching for the comforter to wipe your hand on.

Joel was laid back, chest heaving, eyes closed as he finally loosened his grip on your shoulder.

You weren’t sure what to say at this point so you didn’t say anything.

Joel found a way to transition to the next event. “Felt good…” he pauses for a minute as he pulls his pants and boxers back up, zipping and buttoning up. “We should get on the road.” He takes a deep breath.

“Yeah.” You nod and pull out of his arm that was around your shoulders, getting up from the bed.

He was slightly slower, but he followed along and did the same. “Let’s check the kitchen and bathrooms for anything useful.”

“Okay.” You nod and walk into the master bathroom, digging through drawers and cabinets. This place had been picked through pretty well but you did find a few tampons. Better than nothing. Joel ended up finding a good pocket knife but not much else.

So you two left, happy that the freeway was so close to this neighborhood. No city streets to deal with.

Despite this morning, Joel wasn’t really any more talkative than normal. Less grumpy though? Definitely.

Poor guy just needed a handjob to loosen up a little, you think. And while you would’ve enjoyed reciprocation, you knew he was hesitant about crossing certain lines. But that one this morning, he didn’t seem to mind crossing.

After a couple hours of walking, you got into an unlocked car to sit and rest for a few minutes. You attempt to start a conversation with him.

“Where were you from before all this?” You look over at Joel.

“Texas. You?” He looks to you.

“Albany. So, not real far.”

“Ah.”

“What brought you to Boston?” You ask him.

“It’s… a long story.” He sighs.

“I think we’ve probably got time.” You laugh. “Unless you don’t feel like telling it.”

He just shrugs. Alright. Well, it was only day 4. You’d get him to open up some more before the end of this run.

You keep walking after that, making your way into Springfield around 6pm.

“Is that a QZ?” You ask, pointing across the freeway to a walled in part of the city.

“Yup. Fireflies took it last year. So far, things haven’t gone to shit.” He shrugs.

“I’m guessing that’s where we’re headed.”

“Mhm.” He hums.

“Alright.” You ready your gun as you exit off the freeway and into the city.

You peek around corners and tiptoe through the streets. You’re only two blocks away when you hear clicking coming from a nearby building.

Joel grabs your arm and looks around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

“W-“ you start to whisper something when Joel’s hand slaps over your mouth. He shakes his head at you, eyes wide. His free hand comes up to put one finger to his lips, telling you to be silent.

You nod and he removes his hand from your face. You look to your right, the QZ in view. You’re so close.

There’s more clicking, it almost sounds louder now. Your eyes go back to Joel and see something move through the window of the building behind him.

You grab the sleeve of his shirt and point to the window. He spins around silently, lifting his gun and pointing.

He turns his face back to you. “When I shoot. Run.” He mouths the words to you.

You gulp, fearful, but ready to do as he says. So you nod and he turns back toward the building.

A wretched, overgrown fungus of a ‘person’ comes walking out of the building. It’s clicking again. You’ve heard of clickers before but have never had the misfortune of coming across one until now.

Joel cocks his gun, taking a deep but silent breath.

The next few minutes happen in slow motion.

Joel lets off a shot from the gun towards the clicker, you turn heel and run.

You’re sprinting for the QZ walls while Joel pulls the trigger two more times and you finally hear his footsteps running behind you. You look back to see the clicker on the ground, Joel catching up to you.

You know the shots he let off would attract more infected, clickers or not. So you kept running until you reach the walls around the center of the city.

“Wait! Stop!” Someone posted at the top of the gate points her gun at you.

“I’m Joel!” Joel calls out. “Joel Miller. Here for a pickup.” He says in a defensive tone.

“Joel Miller…” she looks down at a pad of paper in her free hand. “Yeah, alright.” She turns to face someone behind the gate that you can’t see. “Open it up!”

The gate slowly slides open, letting you and Joel inside.

The woman previously pointing a gun at you comes down a ladder and reaches a hand out to shake each of yours.

“Mariel.” She smiles. “Welcome to the liberated Springfield QZ.”

“Joel.” He reintroduces himself.

“Y/n.” You give her your name as you shake her hand.

“Well, happy to have you. Looks like you made it just before dark… was that you two firing shots out there?”

Joel nods at her. “Clicker.”

“Shit. Haven’t had one of those this close in awhile.” Mariel raises her brows. “Well, we have the guns ready for you. Three duffels as promised.”

“Any chance we could stay here for the night?” Joel asks her.

She thinks for a second. “Yeah, I can find a room for you two.”

Neither you or Joel corrected her by saying you wanted two rooms. You’re not sure if he wanted that, and you wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with him again. Besides, beggars can’t be choosers, right? One bed was better than no bed.

“Are you hungry? Looks like you could use showers.” She doesn’t mean for it to sound like an insult but she was right. Your hair was greasy, you probably had a thin layer of dust/dirt on you from walking all day.

“That’d be great.” Joel nods.

“Thank you so much.” You smile at Mariel.

She takes you a couple streets away to the food bank, letting you take a few things. She then leads you to an apartment building. There are a couple residents smoking outside.

“203 still vacant?” She asks the people.

“As far as I know.” One man shrugs at her.

She nods as a thanks and motions for you and Joel to follow her inside and up to the second floor. She opens the door of the apartment marked as 203 and walks in.

“I’ll have Jeremy bring the duffels here before 10 tonight.” Mariel says as she looks around the small studio apartment.

“There’s running water, so feel free to take showers, use the toilet, etcetera.” She says. “Anything else you need?” She looks at you and Joel.

Joel just shakes his head.

“No, thank you.” You say for the both of you.

“Alright. Well, I’ll be at the gate until 7 tomorrow morning. Say goodbye before you leave.” She smiles.

You and Joel nod as she waves a goodbye and leaves the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

“Dibs on first shower.” You smirk at Joel.

He sighs. “Fine.”

You really take in the apartment as you grab your things and find the bathroom. There was a bed centered under a window in the living room, a dated TV pointed at it. But you doubt it worked. Looks like it hasn’t been touched in years.

The kitchen was decent sized, the bathroom had an actual bath, a decent sink with a counter. You set your backpack on it and dug through for clean underwear. You’d just wear the same bra and clothes as you were now. You only had three outfits on you. This was the second one. So you’d have to stretch it a couple days before getting on to your third.

Part of you wanted to take an actual bath, but you knew Joel was waiting on you. Plus, you felt too dirty for that anyways. You’d be sitting in your own filth. What you really needed was a strong rinse that only a proper shower could give you.

There was a bar of soap in the shower that looked homemade and you praised god for it. You turned on the water and undressed before stepping in once the water had turned warm enough.

You smiled as you rinsed off the last few days of rain, dirt, and sweat. You let the hot water run through your hair and down your body, making you nice and warm after a long day walking in the cold.

You soap up your hair and body before rinsing off, letting yourself enjoy the hot water an extra minute or two. You turned off the water and stepped out, drying off and getting dressed once again.

You gathered your things and walked out of the bathroom, running a hand through your hair to push it out of your face.

When you walked out, Joel was laid down on his back on the bed, arms crossed over his chest. But he soon got up and grabbed his backpack.

“You done?” He asks as he walks towards you and the bathroom.

“Yep.” You nod and he goes into the bathroom and closes the door.

You finger comb your hair for a few minutes before sitting on the bed and taking a few deep breaths.

You checked your watch as you put it back on. It was nearing 8pm already. You had to wait until the guns were delivered before you could really go to sleep. You didn’t want them left in the hall or taken back.

After a few minutes you hear the shower turn off. Another couple minutes pass before Joel emerges with his bag, putting it down on the kitchen table before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you.

“Hope Jeremy gets here soon.” Joel says, rubbing his eyes. “Tired as shit.”

“I can stay up if you want to sleep.” You offer.

“S’fine.” Joel says.

You sigh softly. “Alright, if you insist.” You shrug.

You wait only a few minutes before there’s a knock on the door.

Joel gets up and answers it to three men. Each carrying a duffel of firearms. “Come on in.” He welcomes them.

They enter the apartment and set all the guns down at the edge of the living room.

You get up with a smile and greet them. “Hey, thanks.” You didn’t know much about the deal that was made, but you figured being friendly couldn’t hurt.

“Well, aren’t you pretty?” One man smirks at you, looking you over. You cross your arms over your chest self-consciously.

Joel moves to step in front of you and you’re not sure why, but his sudden need to protect you made you fucking wet.

“Thanks, Jeremy. Have a good night.” He grits, shakes the man’s hand, then scowls at the other one who was looking at you.

The three men quickly exit, door closing as they do. Joel turns around, looking down at you, his body so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. “I could probably still catch up to ‘em and give him the what for.” He points his thumb back at the door.

You laugh, biting your lip as you feel a blush creep up your chest and cheeks. “No, we don’t want to make any trouble.” You say, placing a hand on his arm.

“Fuckin’ creep.” Joel says about the man.

You look up at him through your lashes, gulping. God, he was right there. Just right in front of you. You bring your arm up to his bicep, then over his shoulder and down to his chest. Your other hand also lands there as you step into him, tilting your chin up.

He leans down and captures your lips with his, making you whine softly into his mouth. His tongue is already on your bottom lip and you part your lips for him, letting his tongue inside. He swirls it around yours for a moment before kissing you again.

You pull back and take hold of his shirt, walking backward and bringing him with you to the bed.

You sat down when your legs hit the mattress, scooting back and pulling him towards you. He crawls onto the bed between your legs, supporting himself over you as you kiss each other roughly.

“Been meanin’ to thank you for this morning.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Mm, yeah?” You hum.

“Mhm.” He responds, mouth planting kisses along your jaw and down your neck as he hooks his fingers into your panties and pants, making you gasp at the sudden touch to your hips.

“Y’can tell me to stop.” He pauses.

“I know.” You breathe.

He continues, pulling your pants and underwear down, exposing your swollen, wet heat. He pulls them completely off of you before tossing them behind him. He rucks your shirt up, calloused hands feeling over your waist and hips, making you shiver at the almost ticklish feeling.

“Joel…” you sigh with pleasure.

He reaches down and presses his thumb against your clit as he attaches his mouth to your neck. He sucks a hickey into place.

“Fuck-“ you whimper, spreading your legs and tilting your head back, giving him more access to all of you.

“Tell me what you need, darlin’.” He purrs against your collarbone.

“Anything. Everything.” You blurt out, rolling your hips up against his thumb.

He laughs evilly as he crawls backward, lowering himself onto his elbows between your legs. Jesus Christ, he was going to eat you out.

His fingers ghosted over your inner thighs, making you quiver and clench around nothing. He leaned in and kissed your vulva, then your clit, then your entrance. He licked up between your folds roughly, circling his tongue around your clit a few times.

“Knew you’d taste sweet.” He brags, thumbs rubbing up over your labia before spreading you open and blowing hot air against you.

Your toes curl at the feeling and you reach down and put your fingers through his salt and pepper waves, tugging gently at first.

When he pushes his tongue into you, your grip tightens and he moans, the vibrations making you squeeze around his tongue. His tongue licks up between your lips once more before he starts sucking your clit.

You moan rather loudly, pushing his face against your pussy. You feel his nose press into your vulva as he starts pushing a finger into you.

“Yes, oh god.” You gasp and grind up against him.

He’s thrusting his thick finger in and out of you, sucking hard on your clit, holding your thigh with his free hand to keep you spread open.

“Joel, Jesus fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You groan the words quickly to warn him.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t say anything, just keeps sucking as he pushes a second finger into you. And that’s what makes you lose it.

“Yes-! Oh, Joel-“ you gasp his name, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.

He lets your clit out of his mouth after a few moments but keeps fingering you as your cunt pulses around him. Once the contractions around his fingers stop, he pulls them out and sucks on them, making eye contact with you. You whimper, unable to help it.

Once he’s done tasting you, he crawls up the bed to kiss you once more. You taste yourself on his tongue and smile into the kiss.

“Now we’re even.” He hums against your lips.

You sigh happily as he lays down next to you. You both get under the covers and he pulls you in by the waist, his chest pressed to your back now. This is how you eventually fall asleep.

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DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: Dry Humping w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: HEY HEY HEY!! So I am fully aware that Spencer was a child during college so this is an alternative universe where he's of the college age 💀 This is basically season one Spencer cause I wanna eat him.

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You didn't like how the other girls in the circle were looking at him. Their lustful eyes eating up a very nervous Spencer, the man playing with his fingers anxiously.

It was obvious that he wasn't used to being in places like this; where everyone was drunk, high or both, couples and randoms making out and practically fucking in every dark corner of the room. You never thought that you'd see The Spencer Reid, your college campus' genius, sitting in a spin the bottle circle in a random frat house.

You had no idea who convinced the poor boy that doing this was a good idea, but you would be damned if any other one of these girls were to get their hands on him. You liked him first — not just liked him — you claimed him. Everyone in your group knew that you liked him, so the fact that they had the fucking gall to look at him that way knowing you were there pissed you off.

"Alright, everybody!" A random bro shouted from on top of one of the dining room tables. "We were going to play Spin The Bottle, but I figured it'd be better if we play Seven Minutes in Heaven, seeing as though we have a special guest here with us tonight."

You knew exactly who he was talking about, and as your eyes lifted to look at Spencer, his gaze was already settled on you, but once he saw you were looking at him, he looked away bashfully. His face flushed a pretty red and so did his ears, and you could practically see the blood threatening to spill from his cuticles as he picked at them.

Your eyes narrowed at the jock angrily, every part of your body yelling at you to tend to Spencer.

But you swallowed it down.

A large group of people gathered around, and then the first spin of the night began. People were gleefully coming and going from the closet, a few of the couples manipulating the bottle so that it landed on them.

"Oh, shit!" One of the frat bros called out loudly. You looked curiously to see all eyes locked on you and Spencer, the tip pointing at you and the end pointing at him.

You must admit, you were a bit… known… around school. You wouldn't say you were popular, now that was a bit childish, but you definitely had connections in a couple different places.

The poor man looked almost frantic, looking at you then looking back down, almost as if saying you didn't have to. Oh, but you did.

"Seven minutes, pretty boy. C'mon." You said as you got up. His eyes were as big as saucers, his mouth gaping akin to like a fish would. You straightened your tight dress, reaching out a well manicured hand.

"If you want this to be over sooner then get up." You whispered sternly. He scrambled to interlock your fingers, and you lead him to the closet that was already significantly hot from the amount of bodies that had been in there already.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." You reassured. "No, no… I-I want to, it's just…" He babbled, wringing his hands. "It's just what?" You pushed, stepping closer to him. He gulped, backing up slightly and knocking into the shelves behind him.

"I just don't know how." He didn't know how to make you feel good, how to pleasure you. He was embarrassed to admit to the girl that he liked, who was also totally out of his league, that he was a virgin.

"Why did you come here, then?" You questioned with a slight smirk. "Because… because you were here and I wanted to uh- maybe- I don't know-" You cupped his face, stroking his cheeks.

"Kiss me then, Spence."

"Wh- what?!" He stuttered.

"I said," You spoke, your lips brushing against his, "Kiss me." He gulped, looking down at your lips back up to your eyes, then back down to your lips again.

"Okay." He breathed.

He leaned forward, albeit hesitantly, and pressed your lips together. It started out slow, but with a lot of coaxing from you, he got comfortable. Your lips moved in tandem as the room heated up. You had no idea what had come over you when you placed both of his hands on your ass.

"Touch me." You breathed heavily. Your breasts pressed tauntingly into his chest, his cock hardening embarrassingly fast. "Are you sure?" You nodded. "Please."

He tested the waters with a light squeeze before shoving your hips together. His body stuttered as a loud whine fell from his mouth. You could feel his bulge against your plush body and Spencer wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole.

"Sorry, sorry." His apologies were frantic, but your nerves burned with need. "I'm fine with you grinding on me, baby." You reassured. "In fact, I like it." Normally, you wouldn't say you carried a dominating energy with you, but it was like you wanted to swallow the poor boy whole.

"Oh, God." He whimpered, but nonetheless joined your lips back together. You slipped your plush thigh through his legs, pressing it on his cock.

His hips jutted out, and you swallowed his cry. His grips on your ass turned deathly as he humped your leg like a bitch in heat.

"That feel good?" You cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

He nodded fastly, his lips pressed together and his eyes closed. He was lost in the feeling of the friction, perspiration beading on his hairline. You practially eat the sight of his deep red face up.

"You're mine. Alright, pretty boy?" You asked ferociously. You wrentched his head back, sinking your teeth into the sensitive skin of his neck. He nodded. "Say it." He yelped when you nipped at his adams apple.

"I'm yours, fuck- all yours!"

Your stomach twisted with a pleasant warm feeling, which only increased rapidly which you felt his thrusts grow sloppy.

"You gonna cum, honey?" You asked through your marking. "Yes, yes, yes…" He babbled. "Good. Cum all over me." He let out one last loud moan before you felt the warmth of spend seep out and onto the hem of your dress.

There was a knock on the door.

"Okay, lovebirds. Time's up!"

You smirked at the fact that Spencer was shaking like a leaf in your hold.

"After this, we are so going to my dorm." You claimed. "Yes! Yeah, yeah… yes, please." He all but shouted.

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