shojizbae

[shojizbae]

Boy Toy

Spencer Reid x reader

After catching your finance in the act, you give him a taste of his medicine with your cute coworker. It's too bad he’s had a crush on you since you stumbled into Quantico.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of alcoholism, infidelity, smut, dry humping, oral, male! receiving

It had been two weeks since you had walked in on your Fiancé, Mark, with a whore. That’s what your initial interpretation of Julia was for you. Your Fiancé Mark, the love of your life. You had the wedding reservation in five months. You had a puffy white dress waiting for him in a bag. He was always so kind and loving.

How could you not see that he had been cheating on you?

You blamed yourself for always being away on cases. When was the last time you two had had sex? You counted on your fingers behind your desk and were terrified to use a second hand. Had it really been seven months?

“(Y/n) Did you hear me? There’s a new case we're debriefing at the round table.” Hotch seemed concerned beneath his general angsty voice.

“Uh, yes, sure, I’ll be right there.” You straightened out the loose papers on your desk. He waited, watching you stand up and guide him to the meeting room. The case was complex. Several men had gone missing lately, seven in total, and only three bodies had been found. The case was in the middle of nowhere, Washington state. This gave me plenty of time to read and reflect on the dogs my relationship had become.

(Y/n) Yo!” I flinched at a snap in my face. Little Mama, you were spaced out for a long time. Are you alright?” Stupid Derek always interfering.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“Well, save some of it for the case. I can smell the smoke coming out of your ears.” Derek laughed and flourished his manly-man magazine.

“Yeah, sure.” I chuckled dryly, I’ll admit. Nothing felt funny right now.

When I closed my eyes, all I could see was Julia on top of my Mark. She was so happy, and he was so happy. When did I stop making him feel so happy?

“(Y/n)?” This time an anxious voice was begging me. The voice sounded like he was underwater. When a bony finger slowly embraced my knee I seemed to come to “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, Reid. I can deal with my own problems. I’m a big girl.” I twisted to my side and put on my headphones to avoid further interrogation from my coworkers. Unfortunately, the first thing queued into my iPod was the song I would walk down the aisle to. I nearly launched my iPod across the jet when some scrap of logic overtook me, and I just skipped the song. My mind calmed down as music drowned out every self-pitying and blame-placement thought.

On the jet ride, I managed to slip in and out of sleep. Only woke sharply when my brain decided to plague me with the image of Julia on top of my Mark. I remember her launching out of my bed and holding my top sheet over her chest that I picked out from Target.

I don’t blame her.

Mark's always been a looker.

We finally landed and made our way to the police precinct. Morgan and Emily were sent to the crime scene while Hotch and Reid reviewed existing files. That boy with his computer brain. I was taken with a police sergeant to look at another dump site. He was advanced in age and had kind grey eyes. His name was Ted.

Of course, the dump sites were deep in the Washington woods, making it likely that the person was a local, possibly a park ranger. The bodies are slightly damp from decomposition and the ongoing pour of rain. I strap on some latex gloves and survey the body. There are signs of struggle, but he was taken down with a gun initially. There's a ligature mark around his neck, which appears to be the result of a bungee cord.

Overkill.

Possibly a sexual sadist.

I pick up only a handful of clues from the body, but Hotch calls me back to the precinct. We look at the men lined up on a board.

"All right, there is about a four-day period between the kidnapping and the death." Reid starts to explain something about habits and patterns, but it falls into cotton-filled ears. I see Julia leaping off my Mark and desperately trying to explain what happened. I hear their pleas for mercy and I rub at my ringless finger.

"Right, (Y/n)?"

"I'm sorry. Could you say that one more time?"

"Are you feeling all right?" Rossi asks me

"Yeah, I'm just peachy, Dave." I put my hands on my hips and run my eyes over the board. There's not much that connects the men. All different socioeconomic statuses, hair color, and height. There's no sexual component other than the mid-mortem strangulation. The media gets a handle on it, and hysteria breaks loose because we're in a small town.

Poor JJ has to hold a woman back as she wails about her husband. I didn't realize that I was feeling stable all day until the word 'husband' sent me off the deep end. I shut down for the rest of the case. Eventually, we bring him in. A man on a psychotic break with homoerotic tendencies. His internalized homophobia, combined with a lack of proper medication, created a rage-filled killer.

I zone back in on the plane.

Emily is rubbing my knee while the team debriefs. Hotch is saying that we should add this case to our working knowledge of oddball factors. I can't think of anything but going home to my empty, beautiful apartment. I pawned my ring the night I found him, and I told him he had a week to pack his shit.

Who am I supposed to go home to?

"(Y/n) I'm discharging you for the weekend."

"What? No, why?"

"You've consistently been unfocused on this case. I want you to take the weekend off."

"No."

"This is not up for discussion. I'll see you on Monday."

"No sir-"

"If you continue to behave like my toddler son, I will treat you like one and submit you for a psych eval."

"Yes, sir," Now I'm stuck thinking about my beautiful empty apartment. My top sheet that she wrapped over her chest. The bedside table that houses the condoms he used with her. The sink where she probably brushed her teeth. Normally, landing was the worst. My ears feel like they're gonna crunch my brain. Even with the three years I've been on the team and taken weekly flights, it is still the worst. Today, I don't feel anything.

Numbly, I get my go-bag from the carry-on cubby and march over to my desk to organize my files.

"(Y/n) I mean it, go home."

"Yes, sir, I'm just getting my keys." I grab them and jingle them. I sling the black duffel over my shoulder. It's been a while since I've cleaned it. I guess I have all weekend to do laundry. My heels clack against the pavement of the parking garage. I hear my car horn chirp as I accidentally press the lock button.

"fuck," I hit unlock and toss my go bag in the passenger seat, then I circle the hood and get in the driver's side. I slump my head on the steering wheel, but my nose sets off my car horn. To my detriment, it alerts Spencer, who was just about to leave. Instead, he circles over to my car and leans on the driver-side window.

"Are you alright?" he fidgets with the strap of his leather satchel

"Yeah, I'm good. Just tired."

"Are you okay enough to drive home?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"I-I don't know that I believe you. You're one of the most attentive members of this team and you couldn't stay on tasks at all for this case."

"don't profile me," I try to protest, but it comes out as a pathetic whimper as I get choked up.

(Y/n)?" He dives forward, settling on a knee as I bring the back of my hand to my nose.

"I'm fine, don't kneel for me," a warm tear singes my cheek as it rolls down my face. He gets up and closes my driver's door. He walks around the front and moves my go-bag out of the passenger seat.

"Alright, talk to me"

"Not while we're in park." I turn on the car and pull out of the parking garage. As soon as we're in drive I let it free. Reid doesn't even have to ask me.

"Eight days ago, I walked in on my fiance, Mark, sleeping with a college-aged girl." I turn onto the highway

"Oh, that's terrible."

"That's not terrible. What's terrible is that my weekend is wide open. You know, for the last three months, I've been looking at venues, picking music. I've still got my dress. I guess I know what I'm doing all weekend. I'm reversing all the work that I've scraped together. Whenever we had a brutal case, all the cases were brutal, but the ones that really cut me, I just would go home and look at my board. Sometimes, when I feel like there is no hope left, I wear my stupid dress. God, I didn't even keep the receipt." My voice crackles

"Do you want me to keep you company?"

"That's not necessary." I turn on my blinker and exit my apartment. "There's going to be a case this weekend, and they'll need you."

"I don't have to stay the whole weekend; I can stay until you regain some of your focus. I put my car in park in the small parking garage at home.

"Jesus, I took you home. Fucking highway hypnosis. I'm okay, Reid. I'll drive you home." I reached to put the key back in the ignition, but he gently held my wrist.

"That's fine, I'd like to see where you live."

"You can see where I lived, but, I don't know if I can go back in there." I rub my eyebrows.

"That's fine I can wait here."

"No, the car gonna get cold." I grip the keys and twist around to get my go bag. I lead him to the vintage elevator, and he redirects us to the stairs. I sigh and march upstairs. I grimace as I push the key into the lock. There's nothing special about the foyer. The small rack where we kept our shoes only has three pairs and they're far too small for Mark's feet. Reid follows my action, leaving a pair of low-rise purple Converse on the rack.

I walk into the kitchen and get a bottle of white wine out of the fridge. I bring out three glasses fill two with wine and the third with water.

"Uh Y-you have a lovely home."

"Really, thanks," I respond dryly "You want something to eat?"

"I'm alright-"

"Oh that dick!" I open the refirdegerator and the package of chicken breasts was gone

"What's the matter?"

"Mark took my fucking chicken!" Spencer had no appropriate response for me, so I got the steak that was about to go and started grilling it. He rambles nonsense at my back to distract me from my brain. When he tries to talk about work, I cut him off sharply.

"Broccoli or green beans!"

"What?"

"We're gonna need some fiber to get this steak down, so do you want broccoli or green beans?" I put my tong on the pan and turn to look at him

"Broccoli sounds fine."

"Perfect." As I turn around, I ask him a slightly more pressing question: "Reid, how come you never tell the team about your dating life?"

"Uh, what/"

"Emily and Garcia are almost always moping about their bad date; Morgan can't help but brag. Rossi has been married three times, and Hotch, well," I pour some frozen broccoli in a pan with some water and butter

"I understand what you're trying to say. I think the key component you're missing is that I have no dating life to complain about."

"What?" I spin around and lean on the island where he toys with his glass. I pick up mine and only take a sip, "How could that be possible? A cute guy like you, several degrees, a steady job. You don't have girls pawing down your door?"

"I think you're superfluous in the whole 'cute' thing," he laughs awkwardly. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just not doing it right."

"Well, what's your move? Didn't Morgan tell you to use your magic?"

"Close-up only works on so many girls, and then I just get too busy with cases."

"hum, Maybe you should date someone who works for the BAU. Isn't there a pretty cute receptionist in counter-terrorism?"

"No, I just don't think I'm the dating type." He offers

"No crushes?" I prod, and his face pinks in embarrassment, "Oh, there is someone? Is it Emily?"

"No," but his tone tells me something

"Oh, so is it someone on the team?"

"No," He pleads

"It isn't JJ? Garcia?" I raise my pitch with her name

"No,"

"Ok, is it, huh is it Hotch?" I whisper

"No—" The timer cuts off his protests. I turn around and shut off the oven top. "I'm not attracted to men." I get some plates from the cupboard and plate dinner.

"But it is someone on the team?" I slide a plate to him and sit in the barstool next to him.

"No," He takes a bite from the dinner. "Wow, this is incredible."

"Thanks. At my engagement party, Mark's mother gifted me cooking lessons."

"Internalized misogyny. How savory?" he sasses, and I giggle as he rolls his eyes and cuts more steak. I watch him eat for a few unsuspicious moments. He really is cute. His fluffy brown hair looks tousled from repeated fidgeting. He has a nice, sharp jawline. His eyes are focused, but in rare moments, he relaxes. His honey-brown eyes are scanning around my kitchen.

"So, infidelity, too." He offers in an attempt to shift the focus.

"Yeah," I shift my jaw to get some food from my molars. I drop my fork on the plate with a loud clank. My appetite is gone. "I haven't slept in my own bed. I washed the sheets and donated all my bedding. I couldn't even touch them without rubber gloves. I can't think of anything else. I keep blaming myself. Y'know. Why didn't I notice it sooner? Why didn't I stay back from more cases?" I swallow down the rest of the glass

"(Y/n) whatever that scumbag did in his free time has nothing to do with you saving lives and doing your job." I rotate the empty glass in my hand

"But it's not what he did. It's who. Reid, she was 25." I punctuate the sentence by slamming the glass on the counter. He flinches and I soothe him with a tender hand on his bicep.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drag you here and dump all of this on you."

"It's fine. I actually enjoy listening to someone else's problems instead of my own." He chortles

"Aw, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing that you can help with."

"What? I feel ten times better now that I've let all that out. I would feel like a jerk if you didn't get some catharsis tonight."

"Trust me, any release I get wouldn't match up with this steak. This is probably the best meal I've had...ever."

"You flatter." I check my watch. "Well, I've got some Wheel of Fortune to catch up on. Would you like to watch?"

"Sure," I grab the bottle of wine and follow him to the couch. I sling a white knit blanket over our laps and tug my knees up to my chest as he flicks on the TV. Pat Sajak announces the theme, and I'm astonished at how quickly Spencer can answer the questions.

"Okay, you'll have to give me a chance to look at the words before you spit out an answer." I drink most of my glass of water.

"Why the glass of water?" He swallows, and I watch his Adam's apple bob

"What?"

"Anytime the team is out drinking, you always order a glass of water equal to the amount of liquor."

"That's my little trick." I lean forward and swirl my glass of wine. "My dad was a drinker. Well, that's too nice. He was an alcoholic. He used to get drunk almost every night. My mom was a waitress. She was young. She'd come home late from the diner, and my dad would get pissed and finish whatever was in the bottle and toss it at her. Eventually, I would run in front of my mom when I heard the door unlock. I guess that's why I've been in so many bad relationships. I never had a good idea of healthy love." I finish the wine

"I drink enough to feel buzzed, but I've never felt drunk because I drown the booze. I'm terrified that if I do feel drunk, I'll throw something at someone." I pick up the glass of water and finish it

"That's tragic. Have you spoken to someone about it?"

"Only you."

A silence settles over us. We watch contestants fail over and over, and when I look at Spencer, he's clenching his jaw.

"OK, you can answer one of them."

"It';'s not that. I'm just remembering every time we've gone drinking, and one of us has been wasted."

"It's not other people that bother me. It's just me. Mostly, drinking makes me have to pee. Speaking of, I have to use the restroom."

I scurry off, use the bathroom, and decide it's time to get out of my work clothes. I roll through my pajamas when a devious thought crosses my mind. At the bottom of my bureau is something I haven't worn in years: a matching pajama set. It is a silk tank top with lace lining the triangle cups. There are matching pants with lace around the ankles. It's merlot in color. I slip it on with nothing beneath.

I take my hair out of the tight bun and comb it out. I brush my teeth and take off my makeup. I put on some fresh deodorant and braid my hair. Spencer is still attentively watching the TV.

"Looks who's back. I was scared you jumped out of your bathroom window like I was a bad date."

"Is this a date?" I join him on the couch and climb under the blanket

"No, just speaking from personal experience."

"Aw," I rub his thigh under the blanket, and he writhes beneath me. "I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?"

"I wouldn't describe it as uncomfortable." I pick up on the subtle dilation of his pupils and the way his breathing becomes shallower.

"Oh, what would you describe what you're feeling as?" I use a more sultry tone

"I would say 'unprofessional' or-"

"Aroused?" I offer with a slight raise of my eyebrow

"That adjective is applicable to the situation but not necessarily something I wish to divulge." slowly I climb my hand over his lap

"But you're not feeling uncomfortable?" I slowly lean closer and lay chest to chest with him.

"No, I'm feeling like you're experiencing transference. It's what happens when someone-"

"Has gone through a trauma and replaces feelings of anger or sadness with some sort of arousal to someone that has comforted them after the trauma." I lean in and peck him as I strike up and down his zipper. "Don't act like I don't also have a bachelor's in psychology."

"I'm starting to feel like I'm manipulating you," Reid states as I trace kisses over his jaw

"If anything, I'm taking advantage of you." I readjust, so I'm in a full straddle. I tug the blanket over my shoulders. "It's a little chilly tonight. Why don't you keep me warm?" I look into his eyes as they dart back and forth. I could read every thought on his face if I had super speed.

"Please, Spencer, I need you." I put his hand over my left breast. Beneath it, my heart is thumping in anticipation

"Alright," He dives in, kissing me with a passion and fervor that light a fire between my thighs. He threads his fingers in the nape of my neck and uses his other hand to drag my hips across my lap. The blanket falls down my back, but I feel like I'm covered in fire.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before I'm moaning into his mouth. How long has it been since I've been touched? I can't take the time to contemplate as Spencer moves his hand from my hair to my breast. I whimper as he gropes me, and a long-forgotten sensation gathers in the pit of my stomach.

"Spencer!" I let out a bit of a choked whimper as I came, but I collapsed against his chest. He lets me rest as I regain my composure

"Did you really just?" I tuck my head into the corner of his neck. He's astonished and out of breath as he asks.

"Yes," It's muffled by his collar. "Don't laugh at me. It's been a long time."

"Trust me, only you are embarrassed." He soothes my back

"I'm sorry for doing this to you." I sit up and tuck disheveled hair behind my ears "I drag you to my house, bitch about my problems and then pounce on you."

"Trust me, that's like my dream come true." He reassures

"What." I readjust on his lap, I've cooled down but the wetness between my lap is a little uncomfortable. "What do you mean Reid?"

"I mean, I've probably had a dream like this 12 times."

"Why?"

"You're my crush on the team."

"What?"

"I don't know what's confusing about that. You're an incredible agent, ridiculously perceptive. Not to mention, you're really hot."

"Spencer Reid!" I playfully smack him chest, "YOu can't make a girl cum on your lap and say such things like that."

"Why, it's the truth." I stand up and reach my hand out

"Ok, come here," He takes my hand and stands

"Why?"

"I'm going to do some nasty things to you." I walk him to the bedroom and leave the door wide open.

I sat him down on my bed, and the new sheets and pillows made a whoosh sound. I crept in his lap, and he secured me with my hips.

"I have a more appropriate adjective for you." He says as I sear a hickey on his pulse point

"Yeah?" I moan, "What is it?"

"A minx."

"I am?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he confirmed by nodding his head. I playfully push his shoulders, and he tips back. Slowly, I kiss down his neck and untie his tie. After a long day of his stressed fidgeting, it loosened sufficiently. I work it off his neck and make a show of tossing it off to the side. When I don't hear it thunk on the ground, we look over and see the tie had landed neatly on the handle of the ensuite.

"Good aim." He states, and we both snort at the coincidence

Laughs aside, I return to stripping him. He holds me back on the thighs and shifts his hips around. I carefully, tantalizingly, slowly take my time to unbutton his shirt. I could feel his desperation below me. He was getting impatient with me.

Finally, I got his shirt off, and he sat up to help me with it. I tossed it to the side, and he did something that shocked me. He flipped our entire unit around so that he was on top. Now that he was shirtless, I could determine just how he flipped me over. His whole torso was lean muscle. Smooth pale skin stretched across subtle muscle curves. He's planted a hand on each side of my head.

"Wow, that was hot. Kiss me again." He lies down on his forearms and kisses all over my face.

"I'll kiss you as many times as you ask me." He punctuates it with a peck

"Hey, Spencer," I slowly sat us up. We were at an awkward angle, with him almost sitting in my lap. "There's something I really want to do to you."

"What is that?" He asks as I crawl backward down his body

"I really," I unbuckle his belt harshly, "I want to suck your cock."

"That's not necessary," He placates

"I know it's not. But I'm salivating over sucking your cock." I unzip his pants and take his dick out of his boxers, pushing them down a little so they stay out of my way.

"(Y/n) you really don't need to- mmm~" I slide my tongue down his right v line. Then, I lick his cock from balls to head. His stomach muscles clench under my ministrations. I make steady work of him. Mark always wanted me to suck him off, and I always refused. I never wanted to. Now, it's all I can think of doing. Like a sugar fiend with a lollipop, I suck him off. He can't help but writhe and groan beneath me. One hand desperately reaches for the blanket next to him and balls the fabric.

"(Y/n), ugh!" He sinks a heel into the mattress by me, "No, please stop." I pop off him and wipe my lips. He guides me up to his face and cradles my jaw.

"Did I do something wrong?" I glance between each of his eyes

"No, there's nothing wrong." He grabs the back of my elbows and sits us both up again. "I just won't last long if you keep going."

"I don't hate seeing you on top." I readjust my head and he brushes some hair out of my forehead

"I don't hate being here. Do you, by any chance, have condoms?"

"There might be some on the bedside table." I offer, and he twists around. From this angle, I can see his backside. He's got muscles all over his back, even little dimples over his cheeks.

"There's none in there."

"That's fine, I'm clean."

"Should I be worried about, uh, pregnancy?"

"No, that's not a problem," I reassure

"Ok, and you're sure that you really want to do this and that you're not just using me to numb yourself. Or avoid your problems or get back at your husband?" I cradle his jaw so the sea of insecurity could ebb.

"Spencer, take my pants off me." I pull the drawstring at my waistband, so the little silk bow comes undone. I pick my hips up a little, and he reaches behind me to tug them off. He throws them to the side, and we both watch them float unceremoniously to the ground.

"Now, I try not to be bossy in bed, but if you don't put your dick in me soon, work will be very awkward on Monday." He nods and lines himself up with me, "But take it slow. It's been a while." I brace his clavicle

"Ok," Slowly he sinks into me, and I make a face that probably isn't the most seductive

"Fuck Spencer!" I gasp, and he draws back. "No, please keep going."

"Ok," he sinks himself back in, and I squee with delight. He makes a face similar to my prior one, similarly strangled.

"Uh, fuck Spencer, that feels so good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, "I groan. Move your hips." He sets a gentle, clumsy pace. I hold him by his waist and guide him. He slowly gains confidence. Gradually, he picks up the pace until we settle in a steady motion. It feels good—like, really good. I wrap my arms over his neck and make as much eye contact as I can muster, but he's doing a great job of making them roll to the back of my head.

"How are you doing?" he pants

"I'm-I'm doing good. How are you?"

"I'm trying not to cum." He admits

"I could go for another round if you need to." He swallows and shakes his head at me

"I prefer to go slow,"

"Oh? not a quickies guy?" I hear the mattress creak beneath us as he rocks steadily in and out of me

"No, I prefer to take my time."

"Spencer? Kiss me, please." He sinks down to kiss me with such a gentleness that I nearly wanted to cry. He readjusts his knee and accidentally hits a new angle that steals my breath. With a sigh, I feel myself start the climb to climax. Spencer speeds up a little, and my arms drop from his neck to hold onto his scapula. I rake his fingers down his back and tug.

"Spencer-uhh," my voice doesn't know what to do with itself as I feel ready to spill over the edge. "Don't stop."

"(Y/n) I'm gonna-"

"Yes! Do It!" I lock his hips in with my legs o he has nowhere to go. It's all a symphony of moans and pleas and slapping flesh. He stills at the apex of the rhythm cumming deep inside me. The feeling is like a rebirth and an explosion of power within me. The sob that leaves Spencer's mouth is downright pornographic.

He comes back down to earth and gives me a desperate look between my eyes.

"(Y/n) I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to go inside." He pants, and I tuck some hair behind his ear.

"Mmm, that's okay." I bask in an afterglow feeling

"but you didn't get to,"

"I did earlier, ok?"

"No, that's not okay. Do you want to?"

"Most hours of the day, but it doesn't mean I need to right now."

"I feel guilty," he pulls out gently and helps sit me up. We lay on the pillows and relaxed. I flicked on my TV, and Wheel of Fortune resumed. He laid his head on my chest, and I reached around and ran my fingers through his hair. He told me some interesting facts about the Wheel of Fortune and the history of televised game shows.

"Spencer, I'm confused how you haven't gotten a girlfriend yet."

"Why? Haven't you seen me attempt to talk to the girls I'm attracted to? Have you been present for our earlier conversations?"

"Maybe not." I snuggle closer. "When I was with Mark, I never noticed when men would hit on me. JJ had to let me know a few times that a detective was hitting on me."

"Yeah, well, I either talk way too much around you, or I would shut up."

"I like your info dumping," I offer

"Well, that's just one way to make a guy fall in love."

"Don't say that."

"I'm sorry you're going through a tender time, but I shouldn't be trying to hit on you."

"Tender is too nice. But Spencer, I really like spending time with you. And you're really good in bed." He blushes and looks like the definition of the term 'shucks'. Our conversation has a natural flow that I can't explain. Everything he says makes me giggle, and he qualifies with a witty response. Wheel of Fortune ends, but he doesn't get up to get cleaned. He had since tucked himself back in his boxers and redone his button and fly.

I couldn't help but run my eyes over his bare back and reminisce the recent memories. I left tiger scratches down his smooth, clear skin.

"OOh, Shkk," I suck air between clenched teeth as I trace the nail marks. "I'm so sorry, Spencer, that looks like it hurts." He doesn't leap from my touch, but he leans away. He drops his head in an attempt to suppress a shudder.

"Actually, I don't mind. It doesn't really bother me." He reaches a hand around and traces them, "It'll be a good way to remember." He looks so hot and disheveled.

"I have another way to really solidify this night." He notices that I've returned my voice to the prior sultry tone.

"I f only you knew the things that voice did to me." He leans across the bed and holds me by the back of the neck to kiss me.

"Yeah?" I prod "Why don't you show me?" It's not long before I writhing over his lap again. I'm on top this time, but he secures the back of my thighs with his spindly hands. I'm moaning much louder than I was earlier, not because it feels better or worse but the pure catharsis of being vocal.

This time, I had taken Spencer's pants completely off him. I was so into it. Wailing in his face. Fresh dick to keep me happy. His refractory period was a lot shorter than I was used to. It was too good. Right as I was seeing stars, keys clack in a bowl, and I heard a distraught voice,

"What the hell is this?" I look up from Spencer's mangled expression to see my ex-fiance. Spencer stills himself inside me and moves to sit up and shield me.

"Lay down and fuck me." I push him back by his chest, and he obliges, slowly bucking his hips against mine. Mark is red in the face, near tears, and a vein is bulging in the left side of his forehead.

"(Y/n) WHAT THE FUCK!" he screams and slams his duffle bag on the floor beside him

"Oh, hi honey." my voice catches as Spencer relocates my G-spot

"Who the fuck is this? Get off him! How could you do this in our bed?" he stomps toward me like a toddler

"Funny you say that, honey," I sit up and ride Spencer, steadying myself with my hands on his lithe waist, "I could have said the exact thing to you. Uh uh, I wouldn't come any closer." he stops his predatory crawling

"It would be really unfortunate, uh, if you were to try to attack two federal officers. Especially when you've got a record."

"So this is that little geek, Steven, was it?" He tries to make eye contact with Reid, but I grab his face and lock his eyes on mine.

"He's busy giving me more dick in two rounds than you gave me in three measly years, huh. Fuck Spence right there." I command, and he willingly submits. Mark gets fed up and stomps out of the room to go throw something.

"You talk about me?" Spencer pants

"Yeah, recently to piss him, but mostly because you're really fascinating and incredible. Oh fuck!" I allow myself to get vocal again and let the rational and ashamed parts of my brain shit off as Reid pounds his hips into mine. I don't remember when Mark went back to his girlfriend's apartment or when Reid left mine. I do remember waking up to the thrown duffel back being gone. Sunlight was filtering through my curtains and warming my cheeks. On the bedside table was a full glass of water and a bottle of Advil. Beneath the cup, there was a note.

'I had a great time last night, and I'm willing to take it slow, despite this occurring in an unconventional order. Get some rest

-Spence" next to the signature, he had scribbled a shitty heart which only ignited mine.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #infidelity #revenge fucking

[shojizbae]

Yeehaw!

Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: This is spicy! Use of alcohol, behind drunk/drunk sex, Oral fem! receiving, cowgirl position

Everyone could tell with just one look at you that you were Southern. That being said, anytime there was a case in the South, everyone knew to take a step back and let you lead. This time, there was a string of murders in Aiken, South Carolina, and the team knew that you were all over it.

"Weren't you from a Carolina?" Derek chuckles as we board the jet.

"Yeah, I spent most of my time on Camp Lejeune with my daddy, then I went south for college in Charleston."

"So that means Hotch has been demoted for this." Emily snickers

"No, I just know the South, and I'll get a little gun-happy when I'm back home. It wouldn't be no different had we gone to Chicago, Derek."

"Wow, mama's go home heat today." We settle on the jet, and Hotch and Rossi debrief us. I take a nap as we head south, and unfortunately, the power of the state takes me over. I march up to the sheriff and flash my credentials.

"So, how's it happen?" The sheriff speaks in an accent so thick it makes grits look like juice. I glance at the team, and they seem to sigh in relief when they realize I can understand him. Tirelessly, we worked the case for 73 hours. We met at a fresh crime scene every morning. The unsub seemed to be in a frenzy. He was dangerous and mixed with a high concentration of amphetamine addiction in this area. It was likely he had no clue he was killing.

But, due to the trace amounts of meth, we knew that he was unstable and would trip up eventually. We got some sleep after the fourth body, and there was a trip up in the morning. A fifth, but he had left some of his powdered sugar at the crime scene.

I put a glove on and lifted the little baggie, showing it off to Reid.

"Hey, Spencer, check this out."

"Hey, I've been clean for years," He mopes

"Aw, I'm sorry, sugar," A detective approaches me with an evidence bag. "Here, swab it and run this through CODIS." Spencer and I kept sweeping the crime scene for any molecule of evidence. Nothing all that exciting. The killer left the knife in her this time. Indicative of the fact that they were out of control. I squat next to the body and ghost my fingers over the entrance wound.

"Hey Spencer," He perks up like a gopher, "If you were going to kill someone and you were going to stab them to death, how'd you do it?"

"Are you sure that's an appropriate question?"

"I'm just curious."

"I'd probably use something with a curved blade. It would do the most damage and be the hardest to remove." His eyes go kind of dead, as he explains. An awkward air hangs between the two of us as we survey the wound.

"Damn, Spence, that's messed up."

"You asked." He sasses

Not later that evening, a woman called to suspect a strange man was in her house. We move in immediately and find a man pacing in circles in the bathroom. He's violent and angry, and his nose is bleeding. He tried to swing a knife at Morgan, but I grabbed him by the wrist and slammed his head into the wall. I use my hips to push him forward and cuff him while Emily helps the woman safely out of her house.

I march him to the car while he screams that I'm a bastard whore. Finally, I shoved him into the police car and muttered a good riddance. I even patted my hands like a baker getting flour off.

"I need a drink." I put my hands on my hips

"I could use something to cool off, too. This southern heat can be beat." Derek wipes his brow

"Hotch you think we have the leeway to spend the night here?" Emily asks

"That's all up to JJ, anything pressing enough that we need to get back to Quantico?"

"Well, nothing too scary that we couldn't cut loose after working for six days straight." She smiles at the team

Hours later, we showered, ate a full meal at a steakhouse, and put on the nicest clothes in our go-bags. The team was shocked to discover I had a cowboy hat in my bag. We moseyed our way to the bar, a small dive bar with a pool table. A mechanical bull is in the center of the room, and my eyes light up at the memories. Rossie buys us a pitcher of beer, and we all unwind from the stressful week.

As we knock 'em back slowly and let college stories fly, the team starts to forget what we had seen. Rossi tells us some funny stories about going to college during the summer of love, and Reid accidentally brags about going to Cal Tech.

"Well, what about you? Didn't you go to school nearby?" Emily says as she refills her glass.

"Uh yeah, in Charleston, South Carolina." I clarify

"So you must have spent most of your nights like this." Derek motions around the bar, playing honky-tonk music. Pool balls clack around us, and there's a thin layer of dirt around the edge of the bar.

"Well, most nights I spent in my dorm or the library. Every other Saturday, my roommate and neighbors would go to a dive named Fat Daddy's. We would make bets with the alcoholic dads about being able to ride the bull, and if we stayed on longer than they said so, they'd buy us all a drink. I didn't pay for my own liquor for three semesters." The team stood in shock. Hotch's jaw was agape and Rossi just nodded his chin in acknowledgement.

"Well, now, baby girl, I have to see you in action." Derek almost commands

"No, I ain't dressed right. And ain't nobody betted me."

"I bet you won't last seven seconds on the mechanical bull," Spencer interjects "If you do, I'll buy you that coconut margarita that you've been eyeing."

"Alrght, there's my bet." I march up to the bartender "I'm'onna ride that bull." I point at it and he looks me hat to boot.

"Alright," The bartender seems disinterested. He hits a button, and lights around the bull flash like a carnival. I draw the attention of the whole bar as a pre-recorded announcer calls me a brave challenger.

Big men with fat beer bellies gather around, and I readjust my top. If I play my cards right, I might get more than a coconut margarita out of this. I'm not wearing anything too special—just one of my combat scoop-neck tees and low-rise daisy dukes. The bartender offers his hand, and I use it to mount the big plastic bull.

"You ready, little girl?" He asks

"Yes sir." I grip onto the handle at the 'bull's nape and a bell rings. Slowly the bull starts lurching forward and back while exciting music bounces around the bar.

one Mississippi

The bull speeds up

'ride it, cowgirl!" Derek yells from the edge of the bull enclosure

two Mississippi

It starts going sideways

three Mississippi

I fake with my appearance that I'm struggling and readjust my grip

four Mississippi

I use my hips to grind with the rhythm of the bull as men whoop and cheer

five Mississippi, six Mississippi

My heart starts to thump against my ribs

Seven Mississippi, I win.

The team cheers for me. I keep going, getting bold enough to grind more dramatically. I hear more whoops and hollers as I lift my arms and squee. Someone yells, and another man whistles. I hold onto my hat as the bull speeds up, and I feel my shirt lift.

'Yeehaw!' I hear, and the bar just erupts. I feel so full of life, and I jump up on the bull, riding it like a surfboard. I drop down and sit backward on the bull. I twist around and ride the bull until the bartender slows it down.

"You done broke our record. 39 seconds on the highest speed." The bar screams in glee, and the team closes in on me, handing out high fives. Reid hangs behind the group, and I see him ask Derek a question

"Did you know that (Y/n) has a stomach tattoo?"

"Wow (Y/n), that was incredible." Emily looks starstruck

"I told you I didn't pay for a drink for 18 months." I give JJ a hug, and Reid emerges from the crowd

"I guess I owe you a drink." He smiles, and I fidget with the hem of my shirt

"One coconut margarita, please, sir." He leads me to the bar, where the bartender makes one for me. I hold the glass up to his face, and Reid takes the first sip.

"No, that's fine," He pushes the glass from his cheek

"C'mon, you paid for it."

"Listen, you know that coercion isn't a great thing to do. Most serial killers are more coercive than a skeezy lawyer."

"Aw, you're using my metaphors." I coo and step closer to his chest

"When did you become so flirty?" he braces me on the hip

"All that shaking around must have got the beer movin' in me." I giggle and sip on my glass. "I saw you askin' Derek 'bout my tattoo. y' wanna see it?" I start to roll up my shirt

"No, no, that's fine," He holds my wrist to stop me. "Why don't we get you some water."

"No, this is yummy." I smile and down the cup. He grimaces at the action and tries to walk me over to our table

"Hey, Spencer, you wanna know why I'm so good at riding that thing?" I halt to play with the button of his shirt, and he stops, too.

"Uh sure," He swallows

"Ever the curious doctor," I slur. I'm good with the bull because I love riding," I whisper drunkenly in his ear. He swallows hard and tries to shimmy us back to our table. His hands shake as he grips my tricep.

"Why're you so nervous?" I ask the side of his jaw. My voice swings up an octave, but I snort as I survey the team.

"The liquor got to her quick. I'm gonna get her back to the hotel."

"Oooh, why don't you take me someplace fancy," I tease

"Well, make sure you use protection." Derek snorts as he lifts a brown bottle to his lips

"Aw, you ain't gotta worry. I've got an IUD." Spencer soothes my sentence with a pat on my shoulder, and I slide a hand down his back

"That won't be a problem. I'm just going to ensure she has water, Advil, and comfortable clothes." He jumps away as I make an attempt to grab his butt.

"You sure you don't want either of us to take her?" JJ offers and points between Emily and herself. I rest my head on his chest. I can feel his heart pounding against my temple.

"You gonna take good care of me, Doctor?" I smile up at his concerned face

"I'm not that kind of doctor." He scolds. He helps seatbelt me into one of two FBI SUVs. Slowly and carefully, he drives me to the highway motel we were placed in, and he marches me into my room.

"Alright, are you sober enough to shower?" He sits me on the bed, and the mattress shrieks beneath me

"Yeah, so long as you help me get my shirt off."

"No, I won't be doing that," He finds a glass and fills it with water. He digs in my go-bag and finds the bottle of Advil. He drops two in his hand and gives them to me as well as the cup. "Drink this," he tucks some hair behind his ears.

"My feet hurt," I whine and put the pills in my mouth.

"Well, you're wearing those ridiculous boots," He stressfully tucks some hair behind his ears

"They ain't ridiculous." Stick out a foot and twist it to see the whole design, "Maybe a little flashy." I tuck my foot in and look up at him. "Will you calm down if you held me out of these sugar?"

"Yeah, sure." He kneels down and tugs each of my boots off, and lines them up with the rest of my shoes.

"Aww, you're so caring. C'mere sugar." Reluctantly, he finds me on the mattress, and I pat it next to me. He's hesitant, but he sits, and I lean against him. "Hey, Spencer?"

"Yes, (Y/n)?"

"You wanna ask about my tattoo?"

"No,"

"Really, because you keep glancing down at my stomach. I may be a drunk one, but I am a profiler. What about it? Gets you going so much?"

"What?" He scoffs in shock "It doesn't 'get me going'." I hold onto his arm

"Really? Because I'm pushin' my tits against you, and you're still lookin' at my stomach."

"I uh I'm not." He's distracted enough that I can swing my legs across his lap "(Y/n), this is really inappropriate conduct for coworkers."

"I ain't on the clock," I slowly drag my shirt up to reveal the design. Two big blossoms of overlapping lavender and olive flowers. Any protests he tries to make are halted as he studies the image.

"These ones, "I guide his apprehensive hand as hi pointer finger traces my stomach "Are olive blossoms, they stand for peace. and these are lavenders."

"They mean feminity and grace." He clears his throat

"I've got more," I whisper playfully

"C-can I see them?" He swallows. I cross my arms at the hem of my shirt and pull it off, lifting the hem of my bralette.

"There's some text under my boobs."

"te amo para siempre." He reads without an accent, so it sounds stilted. "Did you get that for a boyfriend?"

"No, it's something my grandpa used to tell me." he runs his thumb over the cursive, "And on my collarbones." I guide his wrist to my right clavicle.

"'An eye for an eye,' I guided him across my chest, and he traced like he was reading braille.' leaves the whole world blind.' He connected his eyes with mine. His pupils were real big.

"Aw gee, I just realized I'm a little underdressed."

"Of course," he shifts around to encourage me to get off

"Uh uh, it could be you're just overdressed," I hold onto the knot in his tie

"No (Y/n),"

"You know, darling, your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying yes." I slide my hips forward and feel him suppress a shudder. I direct his head to look at me with blown-wide puppy dog eyes. "Maybe we should tell your mouth to let your body take over." I sink my lips against him, and he melts into me. Our lips smack as he pulls away

"(y/n), no, this isn't professional," he tries to disable my arms as I slide his tie knot apart

"Well, that's good. If I were professional, you get a hotel in a local jail for soliciting a prostitute." I get the knot loose and free his neck, making headway on the buttons. He shiftsbutI kiss his complaints away. Soon, sounds of complaint turn to moans as he succumbs to his body.

"Hey, Spencer," I pull away briefly and chew on my lip at the view. His hair is fluffed, and the top half of his shirt is flipped open. "I've got one more tattoo, and I think you'd really like it."

"I would?" he pushes his hair back "Why." I give him a peck as I reach for the button on my shorts. He grabs my hand and undoes the button himself. I guide his hand to the zipper, and he tugs it down. Instead of shimmying out of the shorts, I hook his finger in the elastic of my underwear. He pulls it down just enough to read the black text that slowly faded to show green.

"C6H12O6?"

"Yeah, you remember what that means?"

"It's the chemical formula for sugar." He snaps the underwear back into place, and I jump at the sensation, "Why?"

"Because I'm so sweet." I dive back in and kiss him. Heated aggressively like he's got the last cup of water on his tongue. He reaches into my hair to steady me, and with his second hand, he grabs my hip. I continue to unbutton his shirt until he shores it off into the distance.

"Well, look how handsome you are," I watch him blush, but I run my hands up his chest and over his collarbones. He blushes but guides my hand to his belt buckle. I love the sound a belt buckle makes. Before I can get his pants off him, Spencer surprises me. He picks us up and twists us, so my back slaps against the squeaky mattress.

He slithers down my body, kissing down the various tattoos. Gently, he slides his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. He slides them down and separates each of my knees. Almost entranced he licks up the gray cotton panties I wore.

"Spencer!' I moan in shock

"Please, this is my favorite part." He pulls the underwear off and tosses it to the side. I don't protest any further. It's rare to find a guy willing to go down on me, much less one that initiates. He wraps his arms around my thighs and places my knees at his shoulders. He wastes no time diving in.

With every man I've slept with, I've never felt someone go down on me with such fervor and skill. I'm taken down. He clings onto my clit with desperation. He drops my right leg so that he can trace gentle circles around my pussy.

"Spenc- Uh"

"Sh-sh -shh, just relax." He soothes me and rubs my inner thigh. I try to look down at him, but as he continues his ministrations, I lose my strength and flop my head back. Slowly, he sinks his pointer finger in, and I take a sharp inhale.

"Spe-EUUh!" His skill is shocking as he slowly moves his finger in and out. Once I was acclimated, he pulled out and put both his pointer and middle in. I do my best to suppress it for the comfort of the surrounding guests.

"Don't hide from me." He comes up and looks my face over

"There's other people around, Spencer."

"Then let them hear." He places a kiss on my forehead and sinks down to continue devouring me. I don't hold back as much as I'm embarrassed. He starts a 'come hither' motion and I roll my hips up into his face. He braces a hand on my hip.

"Sit still." He commands

Steadily, I felt a climax rising in me. I felt the muscles in my stomach clenching and tensing. I feel like yellow waves of pleasure ripple through my body.

"SPE—Spencerr, I'm gonna!" I desperately reached around and threaded my fingers into his hair. With my other hand, I felt around for the disheveled comforter. I balled my hands into a fist around what I held: his hair and the blanket. I climaxed faster than I had expected. Accidentally, I locked Spencer in with my legs. Desperate to keep the pleasure close to me.

It took me a moment to catch my breath. When I came to, I released my legs, and he resurfaced, wiping his mouth as he checked on me.

"How are you doing? Was that any good?"

"Good?" I gaped, and I saw him crumble a little in insecurity. Spencer, that was the best head I've ever had." He chuckled boyishly as I held his pants so he lay on top of me.

"Spencer?" I ask slowly

"Yeah," He kisses me on the side of the mouth

"I'm gonna fuck you now,"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I sit him up and unzip his pants and pull them down. His legs are ridiculously long, and it feels like an eternity to get him naked. I geek at his boxers. His cock is jumping against the fabric, and there is a small precum stain. I rub over the fabric, and he keens into my touch.

"Aww, so you're all talk," I tease

"S-shut up, you were just writhing under me." He leans back on his arms. The veins in his forearms are bulging, and I can see his stomach shift as he shifts under my pawing.

"Yeah, and now you will be."

I slide my fingers under the elastic, and he lifts his hips to help me free him. Gently, I stroke him, and he gulps back and moans. I mount him, letting Spencer guide himself into me. I sigh as I feel him slide in, and his hands gravitate to my hips.

"Woah," he grunts. It's probably the strangest reaction I've gotten, but I appreciate being such a stunner.

"How are you doing, Reid?"

"I-I'm sublime. How are you?" I shift my hips in contemplation, feeling my eyes pool in the back of my head.

"Oh, I'm doing-g just-" My sentence cuts itself off as the head of his dick kisses a sweet spot inside me. "Can you just give me a little boost?" He holds each of my hips and drags me across my lap.

"Oh fuck," I sigh, and I pick my hips up. We fall into a sensual rhythm as the world disappears around us. "Spencer, that feels so..." My forehead collapses against his collarbone. There's something about his dick that itches a scratch I didn't know I was feeling. Similarly, he mews below me.

"(Y/n)," he groans out below me "Don't stop." and I don't. Instead, I pick up the pace. I brace myself on his shoulders and slam my hips back and forth until my thighs burn. And when the sensation becomes overwhelming I keep fighting.

"Oh my- uh," He groans beneath me "(Y/n), (Y/n), I'm gonna cum." He sounds desperate. "(Y/n) you have to get off." He whimpers

"No, I'm gonna cum too. I won't-" I keep my hips galloping against his thighs, "PLEase- fuck, I'm gonna." I feel his cock twitch inside me, and warmth spreads through my thighs.

"Uh, nice and deep." I halt myself for a second," Spencer I gotta keep going."

"M'kay." I ride with such speed that I'm scared the legs on the bed will snap. Finally, I feel the point of no return—like watching a slow vase fall over, knowing you're too far away to stop it. I came. My knees buckled, and I fell chest-first onto Reid.

"Are you okay?" He holds my back steady and gently rubs my spine, and I catch my breath.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I sit myself up, and Spencer tucks some frizzy hair behind my ear. "Probably some of the sex I've had in... ever." His face lights up. I use his shoulder to stand up, and I feel it slide down my thigh.

"I'm gonna need a shower, but there's always room for two." I smile and trot off to the ensuite. It's not long before Spencer is chasing me behind the vinyl curtain to wet his hair and press a kiss to the back of my shoulder.

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[shojizbae]

My Rave Babies

Spencer Reid x Reader

rave baby part two

For three weeks, your coworkers had been barraged nonstop about your scandalous habits. "So, listen to any good EDM?" or " Going to any parties?" had been ringing in my ears all week. The team had managed to sneak in puns during a case.

"Well, that sheriff was just raving, man." Derek leaned against the counter and brought a paper cup to his mouth

"Enough," I groan and toss my head back

"C'mon, you can't just tell us you used to go to raves and then not take us," Emily explains

"We are in the dead of the midwest. Will a serial rapist be on the loose, and you're thinking about going to a rave?" I fill up a paper cup with coffee

"Well, do you know of any back home?" JJ offers, sliding effortlessly into the conversation.

"JJ, you have kids," I whine

"Will can watch them for the night." She refutes

"I can't. I'm going back to the murder case before this town is traumatized further." It's a less effective duck-out, but it draws attention away. Hotch gives me a bit of a look as I rejoin a discussion with an exhausted look.

"I hope you didn't stay up all night partying." He teases

"No, I got a full night's rest. I'm ready to take this guy in." Deny. Deny. Deny.

The case came to a close two days later, with the man castrating himself and then slitting his throat. Unfortunately, the connection that all of the victims had was that they frequented the same club. An EDM / Rocker club with very Rave-like vibes. The jokes flew on the plane ride home.

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm going to call my old friend. She'll let me know what's going on in town."

"Really?" Morgan jumps at the statement

"Yeah, don't make me regret this."

~

It was four days later that a festival would be in town for the weekend. I informed the team that tickets needed to be bought. I also let them know they should be on high alert for roofies and perverts. Skimpy clothes and loud music were catalysts for freaks.

"So you're really knocking the dust off?" Morgan holds an FBI mug up to his lips. He's got an all too-full-of-himself grin on his smug little face.

"Yeah, you're coming too?"

"Yeah, so is Emily."

"And me!" JJ holds each of my shoulders, "I'm so excited, Will hasn't stopped ogling the outfit in my closet. He said he needed to borrow some floss and held it up on the hanger."

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Yeah, Penelope and Spencer," Emily says

"Reid?" I nearly snort my coffee out

"That's my name." He traipses into the kitchen and dumps half the can of sugar into his mug.

"I figured a rave would be a little out of your comfort zone. You're really coming?"

"I-i-It is. But I'm trying some exposure therapy."

"I thought that has been disproven." Emily counters

"Clinically, yes. But some of the results of those who have conquered fear through exposure therapy are too nice to pass up. You know, in recent studies-"

"Yeah, we get it you're going." Derek cuts him off

"So, have you picked out an outfit?"

"It's no Halloween, but I figured I should just wear what I always do."

"What?"

~

The night came faster than I had expected. One night, I was filling out a report on a serial arsonist; the next, I was tying myself into a bikini and zipping up giant platform boots. I put on a silky kimono to disguise the scandalous outfit. We all taxied to the nearby party meeting to get our tickets and a wristband checked. Emily and JJ looked phenomenal. Penelope was show-stopping, though. A galaxy-printed dress, giant boots, and fishnets, bejeweled with bracelets and a bucket hat.

Derek was primarily shirtless, though he found a neon fishnet shirt and tactical boots over some burning man cargo shorts. Finally, Reid was the last of the group. Surrounded by a thousand people in their skivvies, he stuck out like a sore thumb in gray slacks, a purple pinstripe button-down, and a sweater vest. The most crazy part of his outfit was his mismatched DC and Marvel socks.

"Wow, you look-"

"You look," I motion up and down at him. "You know, for the youngest on the team, you look like you're babysitting." He laughs, but it seems like he's shriveling on himself.

"Don't worry, you look great," I reassure and slide my hand up and down his bicep reassuringly. Even if I'm typically a touchy person that gesture might seem too forward for coworkers so I retract my arm awkwardly.

"Dang, (Y/n), where were you hiding that body?" Emily came and patted me on the ass and then slung her arm over my shoulder.

"Ok, tipsy, why don't we get you some water?" I unfurl her from me

"That sounds great," Reid clears his throat. "My throat is feeling a little dry." Emily wraps herself around me, and JJ slings an arm over Reid's shoulder. Morgan follows behind us, and we find some bottles of water that are way overpriced. Music begins to bump behind us, and I drag the group into the heart of the crowd. Morgan rears off when he finds some girls eyeballing him. Penelope follows Derek to a group of fun.

JJ and Emily stay close by but jump and sway with the thrumming music. Reid looks out of place like a black sheep.

"DOC!" I shout over the loud music

"Yeah!"

"You look stiff!" I jump around and scream at him.

"I'm not much of a dancer. Maybe I should just go home."

"What?" I stop jumping. C'mon, you've just got to feel the music." I take a step closer. Thanks to the giant shoes I wear, I'm much closer to his face than I usually am. I loop my fingers into the belt loops on his hips and take another step closer. "C'mon, man, you've just got to feel the rhythm." with my hands, I make him sway his hips to the beat. With a bit of encouragement, he starts to do so by himself.

"Ok, just jump around. Let yourself feel free." I twist and jump to the ear-splitting music. He raises his arms apprehensively, and I fling mine on top of him to show him it's fine. With my permission, he raises them and starts to flail freely.

"Alright, pretty boy, get into it." Derek teases

"Don't listen to him. You look great." I jump and swing my arms like a toddler. Lost in the moment, I spin around to show off my back and shake my hips. I lose my control and dance like a maniac. I back up onto Reid and sway with him. As I feel eyes on us, Reid jumps away from me.

"Are you two having fun?" JJ drawls

"Have you been drinking?" I shout

"A lot!" She responds

"I'm having so much fun. Why did you stop this?" Emily screams

"The hangover you'll have tomorrow? Yeah, have fun taking a jet ride with your ears trying to compress into your skull. And one time I caught a nasty STI from hooking up with someone in a port-a-potty."

"What ew," Emily fake retches.

"Don't worry, I took antibiotics." The music came thrumming through the speakers as a new DJ started their set. Immediately, I recognized her and started leaping like a manic shrimp. "Oh my god, I love this song!" I twisted around and grabbed each of Reid's wrists.

"C'mon, dance with me!" my mind disappeared in the bass. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of my feet pounding into the dirt and the occasional collision of Spencer's limbs. Slowly, the thrumming of the tempo migrated to my ankles.

"Alright, it has been a long time since I've danced like this. I need a break."

"Yeah, I don't think these are the best dance shoes either." there's sweat on his brow, but he holds up one of his feet to show off the brown loafers.

"Let's find the rest of the group," I whisper scream in his ear. In the proximity, I feel my torso press to his. I nearly roll my ankle and he catches me by my hip. He stands me back up and steadies my hips.

"Ok, let's get you to a cab," We find Derek quickly. He only has one girl who won't let go of his bicep tonight. Emily, JJ, and Penelope cling back to us, and we leave the grounds all slightly limping. We all file into a taxi and people filter out of the car slowly.

"I think I'm going to get out here and just take the metro home." JJ and I are the only two left in the vehicle as Penelope gets out of the car.

"What no, just stay in the car. I'll drive you home."

"No, that's far too much."

"I could drive you home." JJ offers as we turn down the corner of her street."

"No, you live further than her."

"Reid, I'll drive you home," I demand.

"Alright, you two have a good night." JJ slinks out of the cab, and we watch Will open the door, and she leaps into his arms.

'the kids are sleeping.' I read from his lips

"They're going to have a fun night." I snort. Reid shrinks on himself again. "C'mon, you've had to have some sort of fun like this."

"No,"

"No?" The cab takes us to my neighborhood, and we get out. Reid insists on paying the driver. I let him in and opened the front door. He takes the same space on my couch and groans from the pain. I bring two cans of lemon seltzer water and slump down with my legs across his lap on the couch. I crack the cans and hand one to him.

"Oh, thank you," he takes it, and I take a big slurp of mine. I extend a foot up and put my ankle near his face

"Could you unzip me?"

Uh, uh, sure." He holds my ankle and tugs the zipper down the inside of my calf. Once it's down, I use my other foot to push it off with my other foot. I hold up the second foot and he obeys, tugging off himself.

"Thank you, I roll, crack my ankles, and sigh in relief. "Whew, those were killing me." I start to roll down my thigh-high fishnets.

"Uh, would you like to go to the bedroom to get changed?"

"No, I'm fine like this." I pull the second sock off. I readjust the slipper kimono and tug one of my blankets up my shoulders. I twist around to lie on Reid's chest, straddling his leg.

"Uh, what are you,"

"I'm tired, Spencer." I dig into his chest with my own and loop my arms around his neck. I readjust myself even more around him. His tie stabbed me in my temple, and I tugged it off his chest.

"Uh (Y/n), what are you-"

"Calm down," I say, undoing his top buttons for the skin-to-skin contact my body craves. Your chest is warm." I cuddle into it and kiss his collar.

"I had a good night, Spencer," I sink further into his frame and pull the blanket on harder. I feel a hand thread its way into my hair but dreamland takes me away.

"I had a good night too."

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Too Sweet

Spencer Reid x reader

It was no secret to the team that you had a sweet tooth. Anytime you walked past an ice cream shop, your eyes lit up with unbridled joy. After a hard case, you always came into the bullpen with a box of sweets. Donuts if you solved a case under five days, Hush Puppies if there was a fallen family, or maybe some Snickerdoodles if there was arson. They were always the same pink bakery boxes with a cellophane window.

Today was no different.

"Good morning!" you signed songed as you skipped into the bullpen and too the right to the kitchen.

"What treats have you cooked up today mama?" Derek rubs his hands as he closes in on the kitchenette

"Oooh, sweets!" Emily smiles and skips over to the counter

"They're macarons."

"Ugh, those nasty almond cookies." JJ giggles as she snoops around the box

"No those are macaroons." I correct and hold a raspberry-pink macron at her. She bites it playfully out of my hand and laughs with me. She wipes the extra creme out of the corner of her lip and thanks me.

"Woah those are delicious." she goes back to her office.

"What diabetes are you giving us today." Hotch tosses a file on the counter as he walks by.

"Pistachio, raspberry, or lemon?" I smack Emily's greedy hand away as he goes back for a fourth and fifth.

"Pistachio." He leans back to look in the box "Those look professional."

"That's what happens when you have an existential crisis and take a baking course while completing your doctorate and feel like no man would ever want to marry a woman with more degrees than 'wifely skills'." You rattle mindlessly

"Well, that was our daily depressing moment of (Y/n)!" Derek chides like a sports announcer.

"Where's Reid?"

"An that's our daily 'first Spencer question' being the tally!" Emily holds a ghost microphone up.

"C'mon,"I put my hands on the counter and leans my hips forward, "I'm not as obsessed as you think I am."

"Oh, just only a little." Emily placates. The two return to their desks to grind through the many stacks of folders. I picked up the box and reorganized the disheveled cookies. I sauntered over to his hunched back. Dr. Reid, my work husband, was mangled over his desk scratching down details of a past case on a legal pad. I sit on the right side of his corner-shaped desk.

"Good Morning Spencer," I chide. He jumps slightly with the high timbre of my voice.

"Uh good morning Agent (L/n)," He clears his throat a few times.

"I made macrons," I held up the box "Would you like one? I made some with lemon, pistachio, and raspberry. Take your pick." I brandish the box once again.

"That's alright I haven't had any real breakfast yet."

"op how about some fake breakfast?" I pick up a light yellow circle and shake it twice in my hand.

"No that's really ok," but before he can protest I force half the cookie past his lips and all that he can mutter out is a disgruntled, mouth-filled groan.

"Did that taste real to you?" He sassily holds up a finger as he chews and swallows.

"That was rude." He states but takes the second half of the treat from my hand and finishes it off. A bit of the filling slings to his lips and I slide my thumb over it

"You've got a little something-" My speech is caught when his brown eyes meet mine. He looks nice below me. His eyelashes are thick but his eye bags drown out his cool amber eyes.

"Sorry," I clear my throat and lean back on the desk. "Would you like some more?"

"Yeah, can I have the pistachio one?" He rolls around on his chair. He takes a bite of the cream-filled delectable. "Woah you have a real knack for this. It's like all the ingredients want to be together. It just takes you to make things right." He gives me that dorky smile and I lose all sense of restraint. I dive in and hold his chin while I kiss him. I pull back with the fear that I stepped out of bounds.

"Come here." He tentatively holds my jaw and his kiss is much nicer than mine. He releases me and I scan between each of his eyes. "You had a little something."

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #baking

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Spencer Reid Masterlist

One Shots

Wellness Checks

Rave Baby, pt. 2

Too Sweet

Jealousy, Jealousy

Anatomy

Sir?

Doctor

Boy Toy

Yeehaw

Covert Ops

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Rave Baby

Spencer Reid x Reader

After a long case, some of the team pitstops at your apartment, and Morgan takes the liberty of searching through some memories. He comes across some scandalous photos that light a fire in Reid.

This last case was challenging. To make it worse, the power had gone out in DC due to a blackout. With a chirp, I told the team that I always had a generator and that we could cool with some coronas in my fridge. Hotch had declined, stating the necessity of returning to his wife and son. I had thrown open all the windows and cranked the AC, attempting to push out all the hot air. With my permission, Derek had distributed beers from my fridge and found a bag of chips.

A battery-powered radio was located, and my CDs were run through to find something to unwind with. With a sigh, Emily sank onto my couch and sipped her beer.

"Uhh, I can't tell you how nice your apartment is."

"Yeah," JJ groaned from the corner, holding her hair up and sticking her face in the AC vent. Derek was still looking through my belongings when he came across a Scooter CD.

"Well, well, well, where did a girl like you find this type of music?" I looked at the album cover.

"Oh, that's from my college days." I tried to dismiss it. This isn't the sort of stuff I would share with my coworkers.

"Really? Let's go ahead and pop this in."

"No don't!" I tried to launch it at him before he could open it, but it was too late. A few photos I took the night I bought that CD slipped into his lap.

"Woah ho ho!" Spencer, who had been content to sift through my shitty romance novels, peaked his head up like a prairie dog at the sound of Derek's chuckle. "What do we have here?" He held up one photo, and I hid behind my beer bottle.

"That was years ago," I whined

"What is this?" Spencer came to the group, attention fully peaked

"It's (Y/n). At a rave." Spencer snatched the photo out of Morgans's hand like a cat but Emily nearly yelled

"Shut up, let me see." she slammed her glass bottle on the table and grabbed one of the photos from him

"No way," JJ stated, following Spencer into the circle to look at the evidence. "I could never imagine you at a rave. I've seen you get upset that you left your clothes in the washing machine."

"They'll get moldy," I whined

"Holy shit. Where was this?" Emily inspects a photo of me in a bikini, fluffy leg warmers, and a matching bucket hat. "Look at your butt where were you hiding this." She makes an attempt to check me out, but I sink further into my couch

"I don't know, I was never sober in the 72 hours around a rave."

"Oh yeah? What did you take?" Morgan begged

"All sorts of crap, mostly hallucinogens. My rave mentor told me music is better when you're high."

"So why'd you stop going?" Emily asked

"I grew up."

"You grew up?" JJ asked, putting the photo on the table

"Yeah," I rubbed my hands up and down my thigh and sighed. I wasn't entirely ready to trauma-dump the team, but here I was. "My uncle, who basically raised me, passed on Thanksgiving in the sophomore year of my bachelor's. Hallucinogens made it easy not to grieve, and loud music blocked my ability to think. I would dance around and tell everyone that 'tonight was the night,' and I was 'finally free,' but I would just see him after a while. He would ask me, 'Why are you doing this, my dove?'. I couldn't ignore him anymore, so I just stopped. Put all my teeny bikinis in a box and put it past me." I cleared my throat, realizing that I had put a damper on the mood

"We could play the CD. I think I'll still remember the rhythm." I switched in the discs and let the synth radiate through my living room. Immediately, I felt the groove, letting it carry my limbs airily around me. I felt myself disconnect as the beat continued to pump. Before I could drift away wholly, Emilie's voice brought me down to earth.

"You packed all this away? That means you still have it?"

"Yeah, in a box in the back of my closet." before I could discover my mistake, she darted to the back of my apartment, and JJ took off with her.

"Oh hell, I gotta see this." Derek got up and dropped the last of the photos. Reid dutifully packed them up and sifted through the photos, stopping on one.

"What did you find, Spence?" I crawled toward him slowly. I gasped at the photo. My Rave mom, Zoe, who was only 4 months older than me, and I were posing together. He sifted through the images with it and stacked them. I gasped at the image. The photo on the top was of Zoe throwing up a peace sign, showing the neon pink paint on her palms, and a green hand was playfully on my throat. Both of our bodies had been splattered with neon ain't, but noticeably, I had two big hands brink on the triangle bikini we wore. One pink, one green.

The picture below was of Zoe and I very dramatically kissing. Zoe had made smudged hand prints on my ass. I had a leg up on her hip, and you could see drool and lipstick around each other mouths.

"I hardly even remember that night, and I thought it was trendy to act gay." I pulled the pictures from his hand and returned them to the case. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Why are you apologizing? Y-you had fun."

"Yeah, but you're my colleague. This is embarrassing and you probably are ashamed of me."

"Actually, I'm jealous. In college, I had no friends and didn't go to parties. I was, I am, a loser. You had fun."

"Did you not hear my spiel about using drugs not to think?"

"Yeah, but you were hot." That shocked you. He was only two beers deep, and Reid was spilling his secrets.

You laughed in shock.

"Spencer, you can't say things like that." I slapped at his chest playfully.

"WELL!" I could hear Derek's strained voice. "This!" he put the giant plastic tub on the floor next to us. "This is one heavy bucket of slutty clothes."

"I want to try something on!" JJ greedily popped the snaps on the cover. With giggles, JJ and Emily started pulling out bikinis that looked like they were made out of spider webs.

"Woah ho ho!" Derek giggled, holding up a low-rise thong. "I hope you wore a jacket."

"Alright, that's enough!" I grabbed it from his reach

"Hey, could I borrow one of these?" JJ asked. "Will has been asking for something new."

"Yeah, but don't borrow it. I don't want it back." I made a face of disgust

"Yeah, I might want to just wear one around my apartment?" Emily held something balled up

"Take as many as you want. I won't wear them again. I should sell them. I could finally go on vacation."

"Woah woah woah, if you sell these, what will you wear on vacation?" Derek joked

"Clothes." I snatched another piece of hosiery from him. My knees cracked as I stood and got another beer from the kitchen. "Now, get out of my panties." I swatted him with the bottoms as I walked by

by some stroke of God, the lights flicked back on, and across the street, I could see the surrounding building come back to life.

"Well, I've got to get to my house before my ice cream spoils." Emily stood and collected a few pieces of fabric.

"Yeah, and completely unrelated. I have to call Will." JJ juts out her lip in an admission of guilt. They snuck out the door, giggling and tucking crazy fabric in their bags.

"I should get going too, wonder boy. You need a ride home?"

"No, I should be fine. There's a train in the next hour." Reid was still immersed in the photos.

"Well, don't bug her too badly." He left with a wink

"Why are you still looking at those? They're ancient."

"The date on the back says 1998, making you 20 years old. You're 28." Finally, he puts the photos down. "I'm having a hard time picturing you going to a rave. You only read sappy novels from the seventies. I saw three copies of Tuck Everlasting on your shelves." All the talk from my coworkers and the five beers in my system made me more than angry and bold.

Stupid ideas were my biggest export when I was inebriated.

"Well, I know the FBI has kept me in shape. I'm going to my bedroom and try these on." I gave a coy smile as I took a handful of sets and strutted off to the back of my place.

"W-what do you mean you're going to try them on."

"I've gotta see if they still fit."

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Wellness Checks

Spencer Reid x Reader

It was 11:37 when you checked your wristwatch. A knock sounded at your door, and you reached for your glasses on your nightstand blindly. Both your dogs sprang up and barked at the sound of the knocks.

"Nike, Artemis, Heel!" you shush them and rub your eyes to get them to focus. The two fluffy German shepherds follow your calves as you get to the front door, clicking the two deadbolts open. They sit as you open the door and reveal Dr. Reid. Only having been on the team for five months, you view Spencer as not just your senior but your superior. And not just the lanky piece of ass that he is.

"Uh, Spencer!" You attempted to smile, and he greeted you back. "Err, come on in." You stepped out of the way and widened the door. "Is there anything I can do for you?" You led him to the couch, where both your dogs sat and stared at him.

"Can I help you with something? Tea, maybe?" you start to walk away

"You were supposed to be at work almost two hours ago (Y/n)."

"I must have overslept, I'm gonna get some coffee would you like a cup."

"As long as it gets you to stop dodging my questions."

"Yes, Sir. How do two cups of sugar sound?" He's trying to be stern and show how cross he is with you, but it's hard to make a serious face when you're not wearing pants. You strut off the kitchen, and he can hear your faucet as you fill the coffee pot. He takes a moment to take you into your apartment. The walls were an olive shade, and there were giant purple curtains. It looked lived-in.

Organized chaos, as people liked to call this.

Your bag and shoes were tossed into oblivion. Your couch had just about a million throw pillows and a basket of blankets. It was cozy. You returned with two large mismatched mugs, handed one to him, and knelt on the couch. At the touch of your bare legs against each other, you realized that you had forgone pajama bottoms the night before. Instead, you had on an old gray UCLA raglan and some red underwear. Thank God you didn't wear a thong yesterday.

"Uh, I'm so sorry I didn't realize." You begin to stand, but a tentative grip on your wrist pulls you down.

"It's fine. You weren't expecting guests." you laugh but pull a nearby knit blanket over your lap

"Why were you sleeping so late? Normally, you are fifteen minutes early. What happened?" You take a sip from a mug that says '30 and flirty.' "(Y/n)." His voice is back to demanding.

"I'm sorry," you rub your eyes. I stayed in the office late to finish up my reports and help JJ with the debriefing.

"Bullshit, JJ was the second out; she had to get back to her son." He takes a long swig of his coffee and sits it on the table. "I've been profiling for over seven years. You're not going to get past me. Was it something on the trip?"

At the mention, you hang your head and whimper.

Tears pour uncontrollably from your eyes, and you hear them tap against your lenses. His mug clicks against your vinyl coffee table, and he pulls you into his chest by your shoulder.

"Shh sh, it's okay." His other hand rubs at your hair. "I know this job takes it out of you. It's important to focus on the fact that you're inciting real change."

"how could someone do that to a child? To ten children and keep going!" You pull up from your hands and look him deep in his eyes.

"I know it's not right." he holds the back of your neck as your forehead presses into his breast.

"How could- how could you do that to a poor sweet child." you begin to let out a mirage of sobs. Incoherent pleas. He pets your hair as you dampen his nice gray sweater. When you've finally calmed down you sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"You should get some water. Gets up and rummages through your cupboard and fills it with tap water. You throw back the last coffee and pull your knees up to your chest. You look up as he hands you a clear blue plastic cup.

"Thank you." you push your glasses up your nose. "You're free to grab anything in the kitchen. Although my groceries are quite lackluster."

"That's alright. I ate before I got here. I never knew you needed glasses."

"Oh, well, I try not to be public without my contacts. I was called four eyes more than I could count."

"Yeah, middle school is the worst."

"This was actually grad school." Your laugh is finally genuine, but you punctuate it with another sniffle.

"Well, I'm just going to text Hotch that you're going to stay home today." He reaches into his pocket

"No, no, I'll come in today. I just needed to rest a little." You push his phone to his chest and stand up. "I'll be right back."

You are ushered to your bedroom, which is basically a big closet separated from the rest of the space by three wide steps and two industrial barn doors. The two dogs follow you to your room and stand at the doors, scrutinizing Reid. You're halfway through buttoning your pants when you realize you're missing your good bra.

"fuck," you whisper to yourself "Reid!" You yell into your apartment

"Yeah!" As he responds, his voice gets louder

"Uh," you turn around quickly and cross your arms over your bare chest

"Oh, sorry,"

"I'm sorry, but could you get my bra from my purse?"

"Sure thing."

"Sorry, it's probably somewhere near the door." your forehead connects with your dresser briefly until you hear him knock on your door jam.

"Here." He taps your shoulder, and you turn slowly, but he squeezes his eyes shut like a 12-year-old boy.

"Oh, come on, Reid, it's not like you've never seen a topless girl before," You tease and spin around to put on your bra. "I'm decent now." You tap on his shoulder. A new method of communication for the two of you. He opens his eyes but looks away when he sees you're only halfway through buttoning your light blue blouse.

"Seriously? I know you didn't have a chance to have fun in high school, but this is ridiculous."

"Well, this is also unprofessional. You're my colleague." He put his hands in his pockets.

"I'm also ready to go. My shoes are by the door." You point to the exit, gather your belongings, put out food for the dogs, and make sure the dog door is unlocked. Reid insists that you take his car and that he'll drive you home at the end of the day.

His car is nice and clean, with only one of those clip-in air fresheners. He takes some sort of secret route to evade the Virginia traffic. You arrive at Quantico and log in to the relief of your coworkers.

"What took you so long?"

"Reid couldn't find my bra." You snort as you fill up another mug with coffee

"Heyo!" Morgan cheers

"That's not completely true." He interjects

"No, it's not. I was having a rough time processing our Alabama case. I guess I slept through some of the trauma."

"You should have stayed home (L/n)," Hotchner says

"No, I need to do at least three hours of work to feel like I've been productive. I'll be fine if I can stay behind my computer and file reports."

"Ok, but you'll be going home at five at the latest." He orders

"Yes, sir." You type in the government password and tie up some loose ends. Many of your reports were halted, and new cases sprung up. Your computer read 4:57 when your to-do list was empty.

"Hotch?" you knock on his door frame and poke your head around the corner. He politely hangs up the phone and rubs his temples. "I'm gonna head out now?"

"Good. And fantastic job finishing your reports. Go get some rest."

"You too," you meander to Spencer's desk and pat his shoulder. "Can you drive me home now?"

"Of course,"

"Hey, don't get too rowdy lovebirds. We need y'all tomorrow!" Morgn calls from his desk, but you're already speeding for the door when he finishes his sentence. Reid makes a sojourn at a nearby Chinese food place and returns with a doggy bag. He takes you and the food up to your apartment and watches you deadbolt him in with you.

"You understand, right?"

"Of course, I also noticed you don't have a ground or top-floor apartment."

"Yeah," Today, you drop your purse on the bench by your door and line your black heels up nicely on a rack. "Well, ground-floor apartments are easier to break into. And if I'm thrown off my balcony, it's low enough that I probably won't die—unless I land on my neck."

"Lovely."

"Feel free to make yourself at home. I'm going to put on some pj's." you start taking off your blouse as you walk to your bedroom. His worm-like reaction only entices you to embolden yourself. You shed your business attire, toss it in the hamper, and put on the same shirt from earlier and an oversized zip-up sweatshirt.

You grab a pair of grey sweats from your drawer and bring them to Reid. He's pulling small white boxes out of the brown bag. You tap his shoulder to avoid startle. He jumps slightly, though.

"Here, those slacks don't look couch-worthy." You hold them out, and he looks hesitant to. "Please, you're a guest who bought me dinner." He pressed his lips in a thin line. He got up with a sigh and put the pants on in your bedroom.

You flip through the channels until you get to BBC and play Dr Who. Reid joins you, wearing an undershirt and your sweats, and is shocked to see his favorite show on the TV.

"Those fit you better than me. You should keep them."

"You watch Dr. Who?"

"Of course," you open a box of Peking ravioli, "Come, take a seat." you open the blanket on your lap for him. "Oh, actually, I have to feed the dogs." You spring upright when he sits down, so he gets a view of your perky butt as he tries to take in the fictional storyline. You scuttle off while he struggles with chopsticks with some lo mein.

You rejoin him, pull the blanket over your lap, overlapping your legs on his. You laugh along with the absurdity of the episode, and as breakfast at Tiffany's comes on, you tell Reid that you're getting drowsy. It's not much later that your glasses are pinching on his arm, and he can feel your lips distorted against him. He pulls you into his chest.

As your snores overlap the sounds of the movie he slides his arm under your knees and by your neck to carry you off to bed. The dogs immediately start barking and leap toward him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, Artemis Nike Down! Safe." You assure the dogs. Immediately, they lay down and whimper at you. Reid opens your blankets and tucks you in. Before he leaves he places a succulent kiss on your forehead.

"Spence, stay."

"Ok,"

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The feminine urge to buy a bus and flip it into my own house and paint it some super girly seafoam green color

#I need to get out of my house 😩

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Peeping Tom

Tamakixreader x mirio

Word count: 4K

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, oral (m&f receiving) jerking off, safe sex practices

Mirio didn’t mean to. He really didn’t. UA had very recently moved into the dorms when it happened. It was a Friday night, and he just finished a shower after getting home from his work study. Apparently, the walls were a little thinner than he expected.

Sometime around 8:30, he heard it. It started slow at first, talking. A movie played, but it changed so often that he couldn’t figure out which one. He had only a pair of sweatpants as he toweled off his hair when he heard it.

“(Y/n), woah!” It was the voice of his best friend and neighbor, Tamaki. His shy, elvish friend had finally confessed to his now girlfriend three months ago. (Y/n), a kind but rambunctious girl who had been dropping not-so-subtle hints for almost two years was one of Mirio’s favorites in the class.

Since getting together with Tamaki, she had drawn him out of his shell. It seemed tonight she would drag him out a little more complicated.

“What ‘woah’?” She gently placated

Now, Mirio, of all things, was not a snoop, but he was curious. Luckily, he wasn’t a cat, so he pressed his ear to their shared wall.

“W-we were just watching a movie. I didn’t expect you to get all handsy.” He said, and even through the wall, he could hear his best friend tucking his chin into his chest in embarrassment. So, they were finally gonna have sex?

Two weeks ago, Tamaki came to Mirio and Nejire with this concern. (Y/n) had very nonchalantly asked if he was ready or could consider getting physical with her. After about twenty minutes of gently calming him down, as he seemed to begin hyperventilating, he managed to say something he wanted meanly. Although his anxiety could try your patience occasionally, you were proud of the semi he was sprouting at the mention.

After that conversation, he went to Mirio, who coincidentally was with his girlfriend. He knocked at the door open (Y/n). Want to have sex with me!” He proclaimed in the closest voice he could muster. Unfortunately, he entered a scene from a magazine in the back of the store.

Nejire was in her school skirt and bra, her hair was disheveled but tucked to the side, and she was lying/ straddling Mirio's lap. Mirio was only in some checkered boxers and had one hand on her boobs and the other on her ass below her skirt. He managed a squeak before he spun around and slammed the door shut behind him.

His friends dressed quickly and chased him down, finding him with his head shoved deep into the dorm refrigerator.

“Uhh, Tamaki?” Mirio scratched his cheek but couldn’t hide his smile and his friend's antics

“Yeah, M-mirio?”

“Whatcha doing, man?”

“Uh, just getting a tea?”

“Yeah?” Nejire confirmed, “I thought Yaobara took the last ginseng one. And you hate the matcha ones?” Hado placated

“No, I think I see a Yuzu one back here.” He reached in and pulled out a can of lemonade and cracked the can open. He toon a sip just for show although not bringing himself to make eye contact “mmm refreshing. Well gotta get back to my dorm!” He tried to breeze past the couple until one of Mirio’s giant hands pushed him back by his chest.

“Slow down there, partner! What was this you said about you and (Y/n) having sex?”

“Mirio, not so loud!” Amajiki exclaimed

“Yeah, babe, why don’t we take this back to your dorm?”

“Right,” Mirio looked at his girlfriend with smitten eyes, then at Tamaki’s cherry-red eyes. “Why not yours?” He offered. Tamaki hung his head and pathetically followed the couple to Hado’s dorm room to discuss what this meant.

That was two weeks ago.

Ever since Togata had been anxiously waiting for some kind of sign that (Y/n) had gotten Tamaki into the sac. He felt like some religious fanatic awaiting a divine character, and here it was. Giggles and sighs, and the TV in Tamaki’s bedroom turned up a considerable few clicks.

He kept his ear pressed to the wall, but his curiosity was getting too powerful for him. Accidentally or subconsciously, he slipped through the wall, so his head and left should be passing ghostly through the barrier.- Now his head was in Tamaki’s dim closet where he always left his doors cracked for a long-standing fear of monsters. From his angle, he saw a scene that was downright painting-worthy.

You were sprawled over Tamaki’s lap with both hand tangled into the hair at the base of his neck. Tamaki had one hand up the back of your cardigan which was slipping down your right shoulder. It seemed he was fumbling with your bra clasp which frustrated Mirio because they had spent a considerable amount of time teaching him all about bras.

Frustratedly, you sat up and whipped your cardigan to the side, unclipping your bra and pulling it out of the front of your camisole slowly to tease your boyfriend. With the news he could see, Tamaki looked downright disfigured. His tie hung off his bedside lamp, the top three buttons of his school shirt had been hastily undone, and a speckling of hickies already decorated his neck and chest. Mirio heard him whimper below you as he braced his hands on your thighs.

“You’re beautiful (Y/n).” Tamaki proclaimed, which shocked both who’d heard it

“You don’t need to butter me up, babe, I’m already so wet for you.” You purred as you sunk back to his lips. Tamaki did his best to keep up with you, but the overwhelming barrage of kisses and the constant figure eight of your hips against his was becoming too much for him. Mirio watched in delight as you climbed. His best friend was like a hungry cougar. You gently placed your hands in each of his collarbones, pushed him back onto the plush pillows, and placed a gentle peck on his lips before shimmying down his thighs.

You landed softly on the carpet on your knees with your hands braced on his thighs.

“Uhh (Y/n), what are you…?”

“Shhh, babe, I want this to be special for you.” You held your pointer finger up to your lips in a hushing motion. Then you dug at his belt and enjoyed the iconic sound of a metal clacking against metal.

“(Y/n), You really don’t have to.” He anxiously pleads

“But, Ama, I want to.” That made something in Mirio’s stomach do Olympic gymnastics. There was a pleading glint in your eyes as you begged him silently. He closed his mouth and eyes and gave the subtlest nod known to man, and you dove back in. You tucked some hair behind your ear and undid the button and zipper of Tamaki’s green trousers.

“Take off your shirt, babe.” You ordered, and he obeyed happily as you tugged his boxers. He wriggled around and tossed his shirt into oblivion, and you fished his dick out of his briefs. “Woah, babe, you have such a pretty cock.” You stated proudly.

Mirio had to agree. Of course, he had accidentally caught glances in the locker room, but he was seldom hard in those situations. He could tell from this distance that your statement wasn’t just flattery. It was above average in length with a plump cockhead and perfectly flushed pink. Mirio watched as you took a lick from base to tip, and Amajiki warbled beneath your touch. You took his balls in your left hand and played with them.

Amajiki was notoriously neat, so he wasn’t shocked to see his friend had done some manscaping.

“(Y/n)~” he drawled the final syllable as you slowly sucked on his tip. Mirio could see his friend's abs flexing and twisting as he struggled under your mouth. “(Y/n)!” He groaned. Suddenly, he touched your shoulder and pulled off with an almost cartoon pop.

“Why are we stopping? Is it bad?” You added anxiously

“No! No, it’s. He wiped his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts. “It’s really, uhuh, really good. I don’t think I’ll last one second if you keep going.” He wiped his sweaty brow

“Aww,” you gave a downward smile, proud of yourself for being a natural. You started climbing up him again and gave him a long, searing kiss so he could taste his own precum on your lips. You started reaching behind you for the zipper of your skirt, but Tamaki caught your wrist before you could retake the lead.

“I’ll be taking care of that.” He stated as a wave of confidence overtook him. He held under your armpits and spun the both of you around, so he landed with a giggle in the tangle of his blankets. Often, you forget how strong your boyfriend is. Partly because he rarely wore tight or revealing clothing that showed off his sexy, lean muscles. They didn’t exude the confidence typical of people as powerful as him.

As he stood, he tucked himself back into his boxers but shucked off his pants and folded them at the waist before tossing them to the side. You laughed at his continued clean behaviors, and Mirio just enjoyed it. He claimed back over your abdomen to kiss your lips and your forehead.

Sensing his tiredness, Mirio returned his whole body to his bedroom and got some water. He brought his fist toward his chest in victory and recapped some water. He’s seen plenty more than what is appropriate, right? There should be no need to keep snooping? Right?

Mirio checked the lock on his door, relieved that he remembered to lock it while changing. Although it’s not as if everyone in the class hadn’t seen some part of him during training. He took another sip from his water bottle and plunged his head back into his ‘peephole.’

What he saw was miraculous.

Amajiki was laying shooter style between your spread legs. He had his right hand stuffed deep in your cunt, and with his left hand, he was holding yours.

“L-like this (Y/n)?” He sought your guidance and received only a high-pitched sigh

“Yeah! Mhmm,” you attempted to clear your throat to gain some composure. “Yeah, just like that, Ama.” You sighed

“Ok, but how’s the pace, or should I do anything else.”

“Y-you c-could play withhh my clit?” You offered. Mirio was gobsmacked. How did his shy, reserved best friend get his girlfriend to stutter like him?

“O-ok.” he unlocked his fingers from yours and started making gentle circles. He tried to find it, but notoriously, it seemed to be the eighth wonder.

“Um, a little higher, baby,” you took your once-connected hands and guided his left hand up to your clit and hiccuped. You found it, and Tamaki's gentle hands lay you out.

“Like this?” He smiled up at your pinked face

“Yeah, just like that, baby.”

“So this is good?”

“Yeah, hun, this is euuh,. This is really good,” you accidentally interrupted yourself. Jeez, Tamaki, Mirio thought you really needed more confidence.

“You know,” Tamaki jumped at the sound of your voice, “nothing's wrong, babe, just if you wanted, you could use your mouth.”

“D-do you want it?”

“Only if yoUU!” Before you could confirm, he placed his mouth right where his left hand was. The squee you let out emboldened both boys witnessing you. Until now, Mirio had been balancing on his knees and his right hand while his left hand pushed against the wall. Now, his left hand slid down to his navel and slipped under his champion sweatpants. There was a considerable pile of pre that had pooled in his pants, and he thanked his twenty-minute earlier self who had chosen to forgo underwear.

Quickly he was able to grab onto his cock as his gaze was fixed on you, the porno in front of him. Amajikis left hand had vacated your clit as his mouth took the promotion. Instead, he was grasping desperately at one of your boobs, and his right did its best to assault your g-spot.

Evidently, his right hand was doing a good job, and you moaned and writhed beneath your boyfriend's ministrations.

“Fuck baby, keep going,” you looked your leg over his shoulder and locked him closer to your pussy. Mirio started to circle his cockhead with his thumb as he heard your moans pitch up.

You sunk your right hand into his hair, which made Tamaki groan a little. Your left hand flew out to grip a nearby pile of comforter.

“Tama, uhh, I’m so close! Please, whatever you do, don’t stop or change anything.” And he obeyed happily, maybe adding to the intensity only emblazoned by your tenacity. Your other leg wrapped around the side of his ribs as you reached climax. All coherency left him as you came a jumble of Tamaki's names and various moans and squeals.

Mirio gripped his dick a little harder, and you squirmed and relished the first orgasm someone had provided you. Tamaki sat on his knees and wiped his mouth as he admired how wrecked you looked. Your hair was spread in a million directions, and your tank top was ridden up so he could see your belly as it rose and fell. Your skirt was flipped up, and your panties hung off one of your knees. Even your socks seemed to be slipping if your body as your boyfriend devoured the sight of you.

He had watched many a dirty movie, but nothing compared to how sexy you looked right now. Sweating, shaking, and your face was completely red.

Tamaki was doing much better. He, too, was out of breath and slightly damp, but most noticeable was his cock dancing and straining against his navy blue briefs.

“Aww baby, that looks like it hurts,” you reached for his waistband and tugged him so you were both sitting on the bed, “why don’t we take care of you.” You sat his back against the wall and almost tore his boxers off him. You stood up and pulled your camisole over your head, and brandished it to the side. You gave him a smile as his eyes locked onto your breasts. You saw him swallow and, for the show, fanned himself like a lady at church with his hand.

Boldly, you pulled the zipper of your skirt down and let the green pleats free fall, and you stepped out of it. Despite being buried in your pussy just a minute before, the sight of you completely naked and on display for him was golden. His cock stood at attention, painfully awaiting you.

You climbed back onto your boyfriend's and kissed him sweetly to reassure him. His confidence broke briefly as he awaited your insight.

“Here, hold onto my hips.” You place your hand over his and guide them to the fat of your hips. You rose slowly on your knees and used your right hand to guide his cock to your awaiting pussy. You paused right as you made contact.

“Fuck! I forgot condoms!” You put your forehead on his collarbones in defeat.

“That’s okay, baby,” he secured a hand on the small of your back and leaned the two of you forward. He slowly opened the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms, pulling out the roll and ripping one off.

“How did you?”

“After that night, I went out and bought some. I-I had to call Mirio for help.” He admitted, ashamed.

“Aww, baby.” Mirio stopped his hand as he smiled at the memory. It was nine at night when he got the call. It took ten minutes to calm down a very overwhelmed Tamaki and explain that most of the scented or rubbed condoms were not a good choice and that he should go with latex unless he knew you were allergic to latex. You weren’t, so he got some pretty generic-looking lubricated condoms with a little doctor-recommended check. He didn’t make eye contact with the cashier; he only handed her enough cash to pay and grabbed the box before she could give him change.

You both settled back into position and he ripped the foil open with his teeth. Your knees buckled a little at the sight and you helped guide the condom down his dick. As you slid him down your folds you paused right at your pussy and looked in his eyes.

“Mhmmm,” he managed to grit out, and you slowly sunk his head in. Both of you seemed to moan and were keen on the contact. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, and he sunk into the small of your waist. Mirio gripped his cock reignited by the double loss of virginity. Slowly you eased down his cock and experimentally brought yourself up and down once. You shuddered in his lap.

Tamaki slid his hands down your waist to your hips, and you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down his lap with more confidence. With his help, you rode him with a passionate curiosity.

Mirio picked up the pace as you two seemed to find a groove. The purple-ette enjoying the sight of you taking him for his pleasure and the satisfying squelch of your pussy around him. Every lift and drop of your hips forces his eyes to shut a little, but every time, he forces them back open to allow himself to soak you in.

You’re not doing much better. Already sensitive from cumming minutes earlier, the excitement of finally getting to fuck Tamaki swirled into a greater pleasure than you could imagine. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the ghost of cowgirls.

“Ow ow ow!” You settled your hips

“What? What is it, baby?” He clamped his hand on the side of your face.

“Foot cramp.” You shook it and winced

“D-do you wanna switch?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, and he kept his hold on the side of your face but gave you a gentle peck. Then he slid his hands under your legs and picked you, only to slam you down on the mattress. You bounced and laughed as you held his face for another kiss. You tucked some stray hair out of his face as he guided himself back into your sweet, warm pussy.

You made eye contact as a slight gasp slipped from your mouth. Tamaki leaned over you and placed your arms around his neck. He placed both hands by your ears and started up a slow and gentle pace. Before he realized your eyes were going the same rolling back/ force open pattern.

From this position Amajiki was hitting all the best angles. Mirio thought he was spoiled for getting the pleasure of witnessing this. Every grunt and every sigh even the squeak of the mattress beneath Tamaki’s knees was only fuel for his fist. He brought his hand up to his mouth so he could collect a weight bead of spit which he spread over his throbbing cock. He could feel his balls keening with the need to release but he was trying to time it with the movie he was witnessing.

On your side of the wall was bliss. You kept your arms around his neck but still wove your fingers through the thick hair at his nape. When you gave a particularly strong tug Tamaki crooned into you touch. He moaned a little harder as you tugged on him.

“D’yo like that, Ama?”

“Y-yes,” he managed to plead.

“Y’want me to do it again?”

“Yes-fuck, please!” You were shocked to hear your typically formal boyfriend swear at you. It was hot, so you pulled harder in his gorgeous silky hair. You only pulled more erotic sounds out of his lips, which were coated in a thin layer of saliva from chewing on them.

“Fuck again! I-I’m gonna cum!”

“T-Tama!” You nearly started laughing in surprise at his foul mouth. But the obsessive rhythm of his hips was bringing you closer to the edge again. “Just keep going. I’m ughh,” you groaned against your will as he teased your G-spot.

“Deeper Tama!” You begged. He grabbed each of your ankles at your request and brought them up by his ears. He leaned down on you and landed a searing kiss on your forehead and then brought his pace a little faster, lingering at the depression of his thrust.

“Ahh, right there! Please don’t stop!” But he was sputtering out from exhaustion and being on the precipice of an orgasm

“I can’t- I’m not gonna!” He sounded absolutely pathetic

“It’s fine, baby. Just keep going.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Why would you wear a condom? Inside please” At that, any scrap of reserve fell away as he pounded into you, desperate to cum.

“(Y/n)! Uh, I’m gonna!” He parked his hips deep in your pussy as he came with a whimper. Your eyes rolled so far back that he was nervous; they might not return. As he came to, he felt like he was strangled by your pussy, clamping down and spasming around his cock. You raked your hands down Amajiki's back, desperate to cling onto something for fear you might float away.

If he were to look back on it, Mirio would say that the noises you made as you came sent him hurtling over the edge. In a split-second decision, he permeated his other hand through the wall to bite so he could damper his sounds. He shuddered, and his ear rang after he came. A nasty white matter on the wall was evidence of his Tom peeping.

He pulled himself back through to his room to assess the damage. He would need to change his sweatpants because of a big precum stain on the grey fabric. He laughed at himself and how live-action porn got him so riled up.

“Oh jeez,” he put his clean hand on his forehead. Directly after he had hidden the evidence, a pounding at his door nearly scared him out of his skin.

“Miri! Togata! Why is your door locked?” He zipped over to his door, unlocked it, and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead as she sunk into his chest.

“Long day, baby?” He similarly caged her in

“So long,” she whined

“You want to hear something that will cheer you up?” He pulled back so he could look at her adorable little face

“Always,”

“They finally did it.” He admitted with a downward smile

“YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” She leaped back, accidentally activating her quirk

“Yeah, I heard it all.” He smirked proudly. “You wanna go over and bust them?”

“Yeah!” She cheered sharing similar smirks and penchants for mischief. Mirio threw on a t-shirt and they crept next door. Stupidly the couple had forgone locking the door. The two bust through the door to reveal what could have been a sweet wholesome moment.

(Y/n) had her head laid on Tamaki’s chest and Tamaki had an arm over her shoulder and was stroking up and down with his finger tips. But as the couple blew threw Tamaki’s door sending the couple flying up and out of their sheets.

(Y/n) grabbed the nearest blanket and held it to her chest to conserve some of her modesty.

“What are you doing get out!” You screeched in embarrassment while poor Tamaki cowered, mortified.

“Ok ok,” Mirio backed out in surrender “did you kids have fun?”

“Out!’l you hollered. The incident did not stop you by any means from continuing your fun. You just remembered to lock the doors. But no padlock could keep out your neighbor of a peeping tom.

#tamaki amajiki #Tamaki Amajikix reader #Mirio Togata #Nejire Hado #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Tamaki Amajiki x reader smut

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JJ Dating a Kook

JJ picked up a job caddying at a golf course

He makes good tips for the first two months

One day he is assigned to a caddy for a mother, father and daughter

He expects some rich little 9 year old with her head up her ass

Enter you, beautiful, graceful, kind, and damn good at golf

He blushes (for the first time since he was 12 and found his dads nudie mag) when you accidentally brush his knuckles when he hands you your nine iron

Your dad, who’s the typical rich overprotective Kook dad, noticed this and tries to stiff him on a his tip

You noice that he only hands him a 50 for putting up with your parents nonsense for four hours

You point out one of your dads work buddies and your parents drift over to chit chat

You grab your dads wallet and pull a handful of twenties and shout that you need the rest room before you leave

You run over to JJ where he’s parking the golf cart he’d just driven y’all around on when you approach him

He jumps up and removes the course company hat to greet you

“My dad’s an asshole, here’s the rest of your tip.” You hand him the hand and he numbly receives it

“Thanks,” he chuckles and puts his hat back in his head. When he gets home and counts it he realizes that you had tipped him $240

“I feel like I’ve seen you at a bonfire,” he looks up for the wad that he was trying g to approximate

“Yeah, I go to most of them,” he takes his eyes down to the salmon skort you were wearing, it matched your hat

“I hope I’ll see you at the one this Saturday,” you giggle and skip away leaving him stunned

He does see you that Saturday. You were standing my the fire in black sweatpants and a royal blue bikini top. arms crossed with a red solo cup loosely held in your fingers

The fire made you look so radiant

He down the rest of his PBR and grabbed two more. The lion enters the den.

“Whatever that is looks like shit,” he hands you one of the beers he’s holding.

“Kinda” you throw back the final swig and toss the cup into the flames. You receive the glass bottle with half smile and look back into the fire to watch the cup melt “Thanks JJ”

His heart sings you remembered him!

You going golfing again soon?” It’s the only thing you two have in common so far

“No, I don’t get out often. My parents don’t want me out of the house without supervision. They have no idea I’m here, think I’m at the gym.”

“At,” he checks his phone “11:40?”

“Yeah,” you bite the cap of your beer off and spit it away from JJ “they’re kinda naive”

You spend the rest of the night huddled up to his furnace like body cracking jokes about pogues and kooks alike

Surprisingly you’re back at the golf course 3 days later. This time donning a shorter navy blue skort and a gray polo. You request explicitly for Jj to be your caddy

You had convinced your dad to let you go alone.

You flirt with him the whole time he’s driving you around the course. Purposefully grabbing his hand when he hands you a club. Resting your hand on his thigh as he drives. Readjusting the company hat he’s wearing. He may have cute hair but he can’t hide his cute face with it.

When you're in a secluded part of the course, you make out against the golf cart for a few minutes. Having accidentally hit into some surrounding woods

#I'm just clearing out my drafts #jj maybank #obx fic #jj maybank x reader #netflix #outer banks #obx kooks #pogues for life

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Constantly Thinking about Eddie Munson

I have had the idea for a while about Eddie meeting an actual geeky nerd, she’s into star wars and all the typical stuff, but also, she’s fucking smart. Like giving Dustin a run for his money (but age-appropriate) smart. Anyways, Eddie is under the belief that he and the janitor are the only people at school. It’s a Thursday night, and it’s past the time that most clubs will have gone home by now. After giving it a well-deserved cleaning, he’s just locked up the drama room. (HC Eddie isn’t ‘messy or clean per se, but he strongly believes everything has a dedicated space). He whistles the melody to a van Halen song and swings his keys around the ring on his pointer finger when he passes the hidden band rehearsal room.

He stops as he hears this beautiful somber tune wafting from the cracked open door. He stops and listens for a moment but curiosity gets the best of him. He’s nosy by nature and he needs the answer. He gently slides the door open and hangs on the frame as he catches the artist. She’s sitting at a music stand on one of teh school’s plastic chairs and instead of sheet music there’s an open notebook with handwritten sheet music scrawled in ink that blotted and bled through the pages. She continues to play her symphony too lost in the zone to notice his nosy ass. The wall in front of her has a small dust-lined mirror that only shows her left temple. He can see you have fluffy bangs and that your eyebrows are scrunched up in concentration.

You play beautifully, he watches your shoulders jump and sway as you slice your bow across the instrument. it is only interrupted when he sighs in delight and a sharp noise comes from your bow halting abruptly against the steel strings. You catch eddies blissed face in the mirror as he jumps along with you

“Please, don’t stop on my account” He puts his hands out defensively like a cop is shinning a flashlight at him

“Who are you?” you give him a slightly accusati8onal look

“Eddie Munson, Town freak, and metal enthusiast” He takes an excited lunge toward you and holds his hand out for a handshake but steps back when he sees you slightly cower, hunching over the neck of your cello like a mama bird. “I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you” He steps back and put his hand in his pocket “I just had to hear you, you have a talent”

“Thank you,” You turn slightly back to your stand but he can see how your cheeks raise with a smile

“So hey, did you write that?” He takes another excited bound toward you to get a look at your notebook

“Don’t touch my book! Youswat his grubby hands away before he can get to it

“Sorry, hey I must be crossing all your boundaries?” He backpedals and pulls both hands out of his leather jacket “Let’s start over, I’m Eddie” He puts them genuinely on his chest and offers his least anxious smile “What’s your name?” you divulge him “Oh that’s pretty like that character from 

“Yeah” You cut him off

“Oh sorry you must get that all the time? People usually just call me a freak but one time in middle school I told a kid my name was Edward and they said ‘like that British prince?” Who even pays attention to the UK?” his perplexion made you giggle gently and it made him light up like a firework

“Wow, even your laugh is pretty-uhh” he cuts himself off when he realizes what he just said and what that might have implied. Any interpretation would be correct. If you thought that like your music, your laugh was harmonic he would have said yes but if you strung together that he believed you looked like a fairy princess from one of his secret campaigns you would also be correct.

“Thanks, Edward, you’re pretty too” You added even though you could feel your heart thrumming in a D4 “Hey do you know anywhere a girl could get a rootbeer float around here?” you began to pack up your cello into an acrylic case

“Uhh no, unfortunately, most of the mom-and-pop shops close during winter, and the mall is like forty minutes away. But, I can do you one way better.” He watches you wilt and then perk up with his words “There’s this swanky seven-eleven that got like one employee and I sell to him so he lets me pick out free shit all the time.”

“Oh sicks because I am” You pause and pat your pockets for emphasis “Low on funds”

“sweet, now give me that oversized oboe, and let’s get it my van.”

“Woah woah woah van? Are you trying to kidnap me?” you reluctantly hand him your cello case while you sling your backpack on your shoulder

“What? ME? Never! I might be handsome ad. charming but I am no Dahmer”

“Oh thank god, because you’ve got the glasses for it” You pat his chest as you pass him and flick off the light in the practice room

“You’re off your axis I’m not wearing any glasses.” he jogs a little to catch up to you

“Well you do kind of have that satanic I’m gonna stab you in the heart and sacrifice you to lord Baphomet kind of look going on. It works with the hair and all but there’s something a little Halloweeny about you.”

“That’s just rude little miss English teacher.”

‘I am not dressed like an English teacher!”

“Cause I’m looking at a denim skirt with an embroidered apple motif and a turtle neck cashmere sweater.”

“Ok, sorry I have style.”

“yeah, that of a widower with three cats named after famous jockeys.” He mumbles under his breath Before you can protest he loudly announces ‘there she is’ and pats the side of his navy blue van he throws open the pack door and very carefully slides your instrument in

“Climb in,” he motions with his head toward the passenger seat. You do, the car smells a little stale and you have to clear an old bag of take-out food that only had an empty box and some crumpled-up napkins. under that, you discover a box of condoms with ‘textured for her pleasure’ written in fancy gray cursive 

‘with three new textures huh’ you aloud and slap the box with your fingernails

“Hey put those down!” He snatches the box out of your hand and tosses it somewhere behind the center console “For your information, those ribbed got some tourist girl across the finish line twice

“Oh, really so have you just kidnapped my cello and put us in your little sex dungeon?”

“Hey, you better quit mouthing out if you want that rootbeer float.”

“Yes, sir.” You saluted badly, sat back on the passenger seat, and tucked your knees to your chest. He tried to gulp silently, but that ‘yes sir’ shook his stomach. He takes you through the cracked door of the twenty-four hour seven eleven.

"Sup man," He waves at the cashier without looking at him and books it for the ice cream machine.

"Here, take a cup," He hands you one of the biggest sizes of cups. "Then, just fill up the cup with the vanilla ice cream or whatever other flavor floats your boat."

"Who in their right mind would make a coffee root beer float?"

"Isn't that an Italian thing?" He pulls the cup from your hand and starts filling it with vanilla ice cream. "Like they put a scoop of ice cream and like espresso?"

"I don't know; I've never left Indiana." You accept the plastic straw Eddie hands you

"Really?" He gets a straw and takes a few steps to a large Coca-Cola dispenser. He blindly puts his cup beneath the cherry coke fountain. "Where are you from?"

"Indianapolis. but we- uh my dad and I- moved here when a job opened up for the band teacher."

"oh shit, your dad took old Mr. Nalistskys place?"

"I guess so," you'd shrugged and put your cup under a nearby Barq's rootbeer dispenser. "The last one dropped dead, and the houses here are pretty cheap.

"Yeah, that's cause everyone here is poor."

"Oh?" you pulled the paper wrapper off your straw and crumpled it up, "Are you poor, 'cause we're pretty poor."

"Yeah," Eddie started walking you back to the exit "My uncle and I live at the trailer park a couple miles away.

"Oh, my dad was looking at one, but after living in a one-bedroom apartment for the last 12 years, he wants some space."

"That's nice," the bell rings as you leave, and the cashier says, 'bye to Eddie "I'd kill to live in a bungalow."

"Oh, don't get me wrong the place is a real fixer-upper. We have to convert the basement into a bedroom or possibly the attic, but the house is still a one-bedroom."

"Well, go with the basement if you want to feel like a dungeon troll or a prisoner. If you want to feel like a vampire, go with the attic, although the attic will make it hard to sneak out." Eddie suggests as he jauntily waves his straw around.

"Noted, I turn eighteen next month, so my dad won't care bout sneaking out, but he might care about sneaking someone in." you shove your straw in the sweet-sludgy mixture and suck some up. Meanwhile, Eddie chokes a little. He clears his throat and opens the passenger door for you.

"Why'd you seize up like that?" you enquire when he shuts his driver's door.

"I just sometimes forget most seniors are 17."

"Well, how old are you?"

"You'd run for the hills if I told you."

"You think this van isn't enough for me to put my cross trainers on?" he chuckles boyishly at your sass

"uh, well, I've flunked senior year twice, so I'll be twenty in April."

"Oh, what, two years older than me? You thought that would scare me? In the city, my best friend had a boyfriend who was 23, and we were sophomores!" you laugh a little at the end. He laughs too but then adds

"That's not bad; that's a crime."

"Yeah?" you chew on your lip. "Would you call it a crime if I wanted to kiss you?" Eddie wants to formulate a witty response, but it seems you've fried his brain. Besides, you're already crawling over the center console.

#eddie munson #strangers to lovers #strangerthings

[shojizbae]

I want him so bad. like it's not even funny. I see him and I get wet so fast. theres no way i can go much longer without having him fuck me

[shojizbae]

Imagine giving someone a bj and you look up and they look like this

Like his eyes would probably look at little more hazy but Eddie definitely looked like this first time he got a bj

#he’s so babygirl #eddie munson #virgin eddie munson #strangerthings

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Hobie's Innocent Girlfriend

Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

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Can you just imagine Hobie with a super innocent type of girlfriend? not that creepy type of couple where a guy dates someone younger than him and she's all infantilized. His girlfriend is actually older than him but she was raised in a conservative protestant house (the national religion of Britain) and hasn't shaken her upbringing despite being in university. They met in a guitar class, (her being classically trained and wanting to expand her skills) Hobie was there because he could sneak in and figure out a riff that he hadn't yet nailed.

She was instantly fascinated by him because he looked so different than what she was used to seeing. Heavy chains that rattled with every step and scratched pin on a sleeveless jacket caught her eye. He spotted her because she looked like something off of a private school pamphlet. neat long coiffed hair, thin gold wristwatch and pleated skirt. everything about her screamed elitist old money.

He was shocked though when she walked over at the end of the class. She told him his name and pointed to a pin on his denim vest.

"What is a sex pistol?" she folds her hand behind her back.

"It's a band. They yell at rich pricks for acting like they are better than the rest of everyone."

"Cool!" he tries to carry on the conversation but she continues to get pissed off by her. Everything she is is everything he stands against. ad going against his grain is pretty rocking. She is one bonnie. He claims that he slowly seduced her. In actuality, she was the one who accidentally got him hook, line, and sinker. They start dating after a month or two of knowing each other.

Hobie is so irredeemably in love with her. And they look so out of place with each other. Half of her belongings are pink all of her socks have ruffles. Hobart is so grungy and dirty compared to her. But (Y/n) is absolutely enamored by him. She is fascinated by how different and real he is. Every time she comes over to his house she looks out of place but it makes his heart ga-lump every time he sees her picking through his collection of vintage pins. One day while looking through his desk full of knick-knacks she finds a neglected spiked bracelet.

"Hobie?"

"Yes, love?"

"Can I have this bracelet?" he hears the clink of a snap and sees the ratty piece of leather with tarnished pewter spikes. He notices how it looks so out of place on your ‘pretty in pink’ look and his heart thrums at the disruption.

“Yeah love, looks great on you.” He tries to bite back the smile forming on his face.

Another time you two are making out and and you get caught on his lip ring. Not physically just mentally. Your in his lap, straddling him, finger threes in the back of his hair. He’s got his hands on your ass and he uses them to keep you as close as possible. He tries to pull back for air but he notices that you’re adhered to his lips like a damn leech.

“Dear, what’s gotten into you?” He smirks in contentment

“I love that little hoop Hobie.” She smirks and half licks her lips

“Yeah?” He questions punctuating with a kiss.

“Yeah.” She chases his kiss as he pulls away.

“Well maybe we should get you some.”

“Ok,” she climbs back in him taking a more dominant stance than before. Hobie loved when she got riled up. She was so hot. That following night Hobie found a piercing shop and even booked an appointment.

Hobie had to hold her hand the whole time she was getting pierced. She didn’t go so extreme as he did with his dermals. Instead she walked out with a bar through her tongue, a nostril hoop, and seven different cartilage piercings. It was going to be torture not to kiss her for “4-6 weeks” he rolled his eyes at that. Somehow though her body healed much quicker than the piercer thought and she was able to return just 16 days later to get a smaller bar in her mouth. She did add one nipple ring and something glittery in her bellybutton.

Hobie was over the moon about being able to kiss her but now he could only play with one titty and he loved both of your titties. He was extra tic to see you become a more punk person while still holding all of your values. And your hole punched ears could be easily hidden if you wore your hair down. You did however have to skip Christmas claiming sickness instead of returning to your family.

Hobie was beside himself. On the one hand Christmas is a Marxist celebration that’s been stripped of its initial pagan roots and been commercialized into a plot for capitalism. On the other hand you were very upset that you couldn’t go home to have mass with your family because you knew they would disapprove of your piercings and of Hobie. Both things you loved endlessly.

I order to cheer you up Hobie had to sacrifice all of his pride. He bought you a few presents, mostly thing you’ve said you need for your flat which he has sporadically moved into. He pinned mistletoe on oversold way with tape because your landlord is a complete asshole. He made you breakfast in bed and told you to get dressed. There was a church nearby and as much as he hated organized religion he hates to see you upset far much more.

The whole time you were smiling. You sang every word to every song. Even before the priest was done quoting the scripture you would cite it. When you got home he made brunch as you set out presents around the tiny plastic tree. Every time you passed through a door way he would trot over to you and say something sly like

“Oh look what we have here? Looks like you need to kiss me.” And you two ended up turning off the stove and shagging like animals in heat.

slowly though, you start to rub off on him

he starts using your fancy expensive ass skincare. You find him napping under your giant fluffy chunky knit blanket; especially after late-night spider escapades. He especially takes on your drama shows and soap operas. He loves when you throw one of your fluffy robes at him when he forgets to grab a towel after the shower.

Eventually, he wears you down enough to introduce him to your parents. they're terrified of what he could be because for over 2 years you've hidden him from them. they're shocked because you squeezed him into a cashmere sweater and slacks. His hair was combed and his piercings had been removed. You manage to scrape through the dinner with no bonfire temper tantrums from your mom. When you finally get back in your car he sighs and tears the sweater off. He drives you home completely shirtless and is grunting and moaning the whole time.

"Love, if you ever make me wear a button-down shirt again, I'll cut the nipples and arms off of it."

"What?" she shreiks

"Yeah, and I'll shag you in front of your old man."

"Hobie!" you slap his bare chest

"I can't help it love, you get me going." He put a hand on your thigh and gives them a gentle rub.

"Hobie wait until we make it home!"

"What, c'mon! You won't even jerk me off a little babe? Please?"

"Well, you sit with the thought for a moment. "You did so well playing house for me. And, you look pretty hot right now." you pull your seatbelt from behind your back and shift your hips around "Maybe just a little." you pull your hair into a ponytail and pull down his zipper. Let's just say Hobie's foot was on the gas pedal all the way to the apartment.

#across the spiderverse #spider punk #hobart brown #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown #innocent girlfriend #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobart brown x reader

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Min Ho's Madness Party

MinHo x Fem!Reader

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From the bubbles birthed a vindictive person. I got out of the bubble bath a different person. I spent the night pampering myself. In more ways than one. Too many sex dreams left my body wired and I didn't need to worry about my volume.

The next day came and didn't pay attention to other people. I spent the day hanging out with Florian. He was actually lovely to hang out with. He admired my paintings until Q rolled up and stole him. I broke out the rest of my supplies and started painting. It was so much more comforting to let my brain turn off for the holiday. I got some lunch with Q, Kitty, and Florian after a few hours of painting. I actually studied a little for the impending exams. I got back in the bubble bath at the end of the day. Tomorrow night two of my roommates would come home.

It was nice spending the day alone in the dorm. I didn't feel like the hermit I was 2 weeks ago. My phone was being blown up the whole time and we were sharing notes and tea. The weekend passed and the girls came home. I made sure to let them riffle through this new closet of everyone's dreams. I made another batch of maejakgwa for them to much on while we catch up on their breaks. I shrug off my break and tell them "nothing special" happened.

They thank me for the treats and disperse throughout the dorm. I receive a text from Kitty to come to her dorm. She insists that I arrive at her dorm in no less than twenty minutes. I don't want to go over because I know Min Ho will be getting ready for his date with Lulu.

It stung.

I did manage to pull on an outfit worthy of sitting in someone's dorm. I put on a pair of leggings and a sweater and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I bring a batch of cookies that my roommates had yet to devour. I let my roommates know that I'm leaving and began the walk. It started to sprinkle halfway through the trip so I picked up the pace. I wave to Professor Finnerty and he smiles at me. I approach him and offer a cookie which he accepted with a shocked smile. He lets me go through the dorms to the room.

With a knock on the door, I get dragged by my arm into the room. Kitty lets go of my arm when I tell her to. She snatched the box of cookies from my hands and drags me to her room. I was put on Q's mattress across from Florian and Q who were cuddling but facing me. Kitty sat down next to them and push the container of sweets in their face.

"Why am I here?" thunder rumbles in the background

"What happened at Chuseok?" Florian started

"What do you mean?" I reposition myself

"Mon dieu, with Min Ho?"

"Nothing happened." I cross my arms and Q sighed

"Then what's the matter?" Kitty inquires

"Nothing happened." I repeat realizing my mistake "Oh my god, I wanted something to happen between Min Ho and myself."

"You like him? Why?" Kitty sounds reidiculously shocked and I get off Q's mattress and join them.

"I don't know!" I whine and join them with a flop "Hand me a cookie." someone puts food in my palm and I take a pitiful bite, "He repulses me. He's so mean and self-centered. And I like boys with freckles."

"Well, find a boy with freckles." Q states plainly

"Where? I don't go out."

"Well, Min Ho is throwing that rager on Friday."

"Why can't we talk about something else?" I divert

"Because I'm sick of hearing about Kitty's mommy issues!"

"Wait, Momy issues, what mommy issues?"

"Basically, I think my mom has a secret son and I'm like 98.99999% sure that Professor Finnerty is my half-brother. But the real drama is that I sent Dae my mom's necklace for Chuseok and he has yet to respond."

"I thought your mom was dead?"

"Yeah, and his mom died three years ago. I gifted him my mom's necklace but demanded it back when I found out he was cheating."

"So, you gave it back as a peace saying and he hasn't given you anything back?" She nods "Well that's fucking rude." Q sighs

"I'm gonna take Florian to the couch because I cannot be around this again."

"No no, I can hang this up. That's just messed up." Q sighs and get's up

"I'm gonna walk Florian home, you two can bark about this to each other." They walk out holding hands and Kitty and I both sigh and roll our eyes. The door is left open and I can spot Min Ho fixing his hair in the reflection of something in the kitchen. He throws on a pair of shoes and checks his phone before walking out of the dorm.

"Hey!" She snaps her fingers in front of my face, "Don't think about him. I know it's hard but just put him out of your mind."

"But he's everywhere."

"then don't go everywhere."

"That's not physically possible."

"you know what I mean, we'll just come over to your dorm when we want to hang out. There are ways to avoid him."

"Ok, do you want to rant about your family?"

"YES!"

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Nothing eventful happened up until Wednesday. Q, Kitty, and I were walking around during lunch with some smoothies and Kitty is whining about her family and Dae again.

"UGH Kitty all week all I've heard is 'Dae necklace Alex Yuri necklace Alexi, Yuri, Dae You're like a robot that's stuck on loop."

"Or a broken record," I suggest while biting on my straw

"Don't act like you're not a part of this! At least she's multifaceted! All day you're just Min Ho Min Ho Min HO!"

"What?" Min Ho suddenly arrived

"Nothing!" I froze up

"Please they're having a lot of girl drama you wouldn't-"

"Yeah I'm out" Min Ho stated and walked away

"I hate that you have to kind of be misogynistic to tell him off." I whine

"Well, what the hell was that reaction, nothing!" He mocks

"Yeah you really"

"Girl don't get make me get into this!"

We continue to walk through the courtyard and Q instructs us to pussy up.

"Why focus on this when we could talk about what you'll be wearing to Min Ho's Madness party?"

"why would I go to his party when I'm trying to avoid him?"

"Yeah same, Yuri and Dae would definitely be there." Kitty adds

"Well, Yuri is DJing so she'll definitely be there but Dae doesn't party. And at this party you could,"

"Watch Yuri Dj?"

"No both of you guys can find new boys to complain about to me. You could find a new boy to kiss." he placates to Kitty

"Oh my god, you're right. I can't believe I was going to stay at home moping about a boy? My god, I'm turning into LJ."

"What should I wear?" Was the question that triggered a tornado

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I managed to get through Thursday but as soon as classes finished on Friday, Q and Kitty flooded my dorm. My roommate went to her boyfriend's dorm to prepare for the party. So they destroyed my closet for twenty minutes to get me ready for this party. There was clothing all over the floor before they came to a consensus. They found a 3 piece pinstripe suit they really like.

"I just know Flo is wearing something similar so I don't want you to match."

"Aw you've moved on to nicknames,"Kitty and I coo

"Yes, but you're the focus right now." He holds the suit on its hanger and waves it around

"Well if It helps, why don't you slut me up? Like you can really make me appeal to the male gaze."

"No no no, if we're going to get you a date, you need to appeal to the female gaze." He throws the suit on my bed

"I have an idea," Kitty raises her hand timidly "When I was dressing you the other day, it was kind of hard to ignore the lingerie in your closet." I immediately freeze

"What! you had lingerie this whole time and didn't tell me!" Q seems to have gone off the rails as he frantically waves a mini dress around

"Yeah," I roll off my bed and separate some jackets to find the hidden piece "My aunt bough it for me because she thought boys would be tripping over me here. It's never been worn, the tags are still on it." I present the lacy pink body suit.

"What the hell this is gorgeous!" Q throws the dress and snatches the body suit from my hands. "Ok, Here's my thoughts" He riffles through the pile of clothes on the ground to reveal my shoe collection. "We ditch the vest in that suit and put this. Then, we get some heavy punky boots to juxtapose that softness of the pink. Then hmm, I think with the undertones of your skin and the color of the suit we add just a shit ton of silver jewelry."

"Sounds good to me, there's a cool pair of boots under my pants drawer." he opened the box to find some ankle high boots,

"No, you need bigger boots." Kitty comments. She is pulling clothes off the ground and puts them back on hangers.

"If that's the case, I'm kind of scared of these," I show some shiny over the knee boots with some buckles.

"Well, you're facing your fears tonight. We're gonna steam these in your shower so they loosen up. Kitty, we have to get started on your outfit."

We run over to their dorms and start riffling through Kitty's closet. and attack it with the same rigor. We cycle through the same treatment and then we do the same for Q. While Q is getting dressed I do Kitty's makeup and we steam her shoes. She looks so gorgeous. Q helps zip her into her dress while I straighten her hair. Florian comes over to help Q with his makeup and they end up making out so I decide to go get ready.

Once back in my dorm, I am confronted by the mess they left in my room. I take ten minutes to hang everything back up and do a quick vacuuming. I take my boots out of the shower and rinse off. But I realize that I need a much softer body so I take almost twenty minutes to shave. I blow dry and curl my hair with a face mask on and apply loads of perfume. I put oils on my skin so it feels silky smooth and put on that god-forsaken body suit.

It shapes my body well but, it gives my boobs an unneeded boost. I suit then take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. I look hot. I look hot! I attempt to convince myself. I tug my skirt up my legs and sip myself in. It's a little short that I was prepared to wear and it was extra tight. That's fine it makes me look hot.

I start my makeup, a smoked-out wing liner that lifts my eyes. I keep the base light but apply a blush high on my cheeks. The main focus is my lips, I used a cherry-colored lip tint to make them look extra appealing. I start picking out jewelry, I'm wearing lots of rings, some silver hoops, and a dainty necklace. I decide that my legs need some love so I find a thigh chain with some stars. I put on the jacket and roll up the sleeves and add some bracelets.

I check the time and see that I'm almost late, the party starts in twenty minutes.

Shit.

I find a thick pair of fuzzy pink socks to give my feet some reprieve tonight. Then I spend ten minutes tugging my boots up. They're so fucking tight. I finally get the zipper up my legs and get thrown back at the force. I finally look in the mirror and straighten myself out. I apply another layer of deodorant and then more perfume then put my belongings in a shoulder strap purse.

I catch a taxi to Rubix and on the ride I see tons of texts I received.

'where are you?' from kitty

'why are u so damn late

'u better not be pussying out' from Q

'they're whining pls hurry' from Florian

I put us all in a group chat and share my location then say 'I'm on my goddamn way.' the driver makes small talk with me while I readjust my many rings. I wish he would leave me alone. We finally pull up to the club and I get out and he shouts something about paying. I just walk up to the bouncer and give him some goo-goo eyes. He lets me through the velvet rope with a smile. I hear the taxi driver shout one final protest before I slip into the building.

From the orange reflective hallway, I hear the music is already blaring as I step out. I hear the opening synth to Streets by Doja Cat play as I take the first step from the massive doorway. I take a deep breath and force the embarrassed smile off my face. I put on a confident bitch face and strut my shit down the stairs.

unbeknownst to me there was quite a situation happening under me. Min Ho was just finishing yelling at one of the bouncers when she walked in. She was dripping with confidence and hot. As she struts past him she smelt one of many expensive perfumes. He followed her to the bar preparing to make a move,

"Hey there pretty lady," when she spun around the pink under layer of hair was the first warning sign. But when he took in her face he yelled in shock.

"Ahh not again!" he made a mad dash as (Y/n) took a sip from her virgin spicy martini

"What the hell was that?" She asked Florian as he slid toward her.

"I don't know, he's been acting weird all night. he's like extra stuck up. I don't know." Q and Kitty approach us

"Holy shit you look hot.' Q states, Kitty merely nods with her bottom jaw slightly ajar

"Do you guys have something a little less virgin?" I hold up my drink

"Oui," Florian pulls a flask from his jacket

"Thank god," I hold the glass out to him and watch as he pours vodka into the mix "I brought some gin just in case," I pat my purse

"(Y/n)! I didn't realize you were so naughty" Q gives me a shocked expression

"Well, when you live in the UK for half a year, you learn how to hold your booze. But in Korea, underage drinking is such a huge no go so I didn't have a reason to drink." I down the margarita without a falter in my expression and place the glass on the table

"La vache!" Florian exclaims

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" i grab them by the wrists and start to drag them onto the dance floor

"how can she say something that lame and dad-ish after downing vodka like a wellness shot?"

"I don't know mon amour, she's like an onion." I drag them into the booming music. It's deafening and a perfect catalyst for my body. The booze starts to seep into my blood giving me that extra boost. The music feels like it's caressing my skin as I twist and grind to the music. I see a few people eyeing me from the sides on the floor and motion them over. They join me in dancing to the bumping bass.

man, this Dj must have put something good in his mix.

I start to sweat after dancing in the packed crowd so I traverse to the sidelines to get a drink. I order something mango but fiery and fish through my purse so find my flask. I dump out a shot and a half and smile at the flavor profile. The booze only accentuates the sweetness of the mango juice. I decide that I'm lonely and take a lap only to discover Dae whining at Q and Flo.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"We're pretty sure Dae never got Kittie's necklace."

"Oh shit, she's so mad at you man." I snort and take another sip of my drink "You better find that necklace." I empty the glass once again and set in on the table. "Are you guys staying her for a minute?"

"Yeah, we were just making out." Q states with a smile

"Aw, that's kinda gross. can you watch my purse while I dance?" I'm already pulling it off my shoulder and putting it behind the two

"Yeah sure I guess, we'll just be here." Before I turn around they're already kissing again. I gotta find me one of those. I make a dash straight for the center again. As I move my hips to the DJ's rhythm I scan who's feeling me.

One guy is a little too pointy for my liking, and one's a little creepy but right as the chorus hits I find my goldilocks. The DJ. He's got this cool distressed orange sweater and he's playing a nice set. I make my dive. I approach with a smile.

"Heyy," my tipsiness dawns on me. He is so much taller than me right now. i look up at the booth on a platform.

"Hi, you wanna request something?" he asks in Korean

"Yeah, Maria by HWASA?"

"i like your taste,"

"(Y/n)" I tell him plainly, "What your name?"

"Myung." He turns some dials

"Cool name, Myung." I step up onto the platform. At this point, I'm basically screaming over the music. He grabs me by the hand and pulls me behind the booth. There are no speakers behind us so it's just slightly quieter than before.

"I saw you on the floor, you've got some moves."

"Oh yeah," I drop my pitch a little "You want to see real moves?" He transitions from his current song to Maria. I give him a searing kiss and bite his lip tenderly as I pull away. I take a step toward the ledge and aerial off it, those 7 years of gymnastics really came in handy when I want to show off.

The pre-chorus drops with a booming thud as I make it to the center. A circle forms around me I move to the beat. People crowd me but I feel like I'm giving a private performance. It's just me and Myung. right as the Spanish key change is about to hits I spot him from the corner of my eye,

Min Ho is standing on one of the low stairs with a drink in his hand and a clenched jaw. We lock eyes a moment but roll mine at him and find someone cute to grab onto. I find a European-looking kid as the music switches and we dance to the clapping snares. His hips snap in synch with mine. I pull my hair around and turn in circles with him.

The song comes to a close and I kiss him by pulling his tie and push him away by his pec. I make my way to the bar and get something icy. I skip the booze this time and find Q and Florian once again. They never stopped kissing but somehow manage to hand me back my purse. I pull my phone out and witness a string of texts from Min Ho.

I reply with a thumbs-down emoji and finish off my drink. I put the glass on the counter and right as I want to reenter the floor my bladder chooses otherwise. I waddle to a nearby bathroom but groan at the line. I find Myung and he directs me to the staff bathroom.

"That should take down some of the wait time." I skip into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I feel five pounds lighter after peeing and I wash my hands and put on more deodorant. I readjust my hair and unlock the door.

when I step out Myung is still there, he looks even hotter in the stable dim light.

"Wanna make out?" I suggest and he pulls me in by my waist. I don't have a clue how long we spent just locked together. He felt like heaven against me and the strength he used kept me just barely off my feet. I felt like I was floating. Like I was weightless. Time slows when I'm wrapped in his arms, and I don't mind when his hands start to wander. It's only until we're harshly pulled apart that I return to Earth.

"Are you assaulting one of my guests?" Min Ho yells at Myung before he can protest he interjects "You're fired! Get out!" Myung runs to collect his thing leaving me alone with a raging pretty boy.

"What the hell was that for?" I slap his chest

"Why were you humping that loser?"

"Because I liked it." I drop a hip and give him a smile\

"You're disgusting you know he was trying to grope you? I saw his hand reaching fro your ass."

"I wanted it there," I grunt in frustration and stomp off. I find Kitty who seems past tipsy and talking to some guy in a green jacket. Before I can get to them Yuri shoes him away and give her snacks. They leave the table and I sit on the chair they neglected and angrily pull my flask out. I finish the rest which could only be 3 shots and put my flask back in my purse. The rush of booze burns my throat but I just move through it as Yuri starts her set.

She remixes 'Everybody Wants to Rule the World' and I jump around to the beat. I feel free once again. I shake my hair and my hips to the beat. Man Yuri knows how to mix this shit. Maybe I have a thing for DJ's.

Right as I seep into the rhythm the music is brought to an abrupt halt. Principal Han and Professor Lee stand on top of the DJ platform with the plug in their hands. Oh shit. I make a mad dash to an emergency exit by the staff bathroom. I take the side exit and find a cab two blocks from Rubix. I don't remember making it home but i woke up the next day still covered in makeup but clad in a pair of underwear and a big ass teeshirt.

My head pounds from the gentle sunlight filtering through my blinds.

Oh fuck.

#kdrama #min ho x y/n #xo kitty #strangers to lovers #enemies to lovers #Youtube #Spotify

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Domesticity is my dream 🥰

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Katsuki could feel the warmth of your lips ghost against his as you pecked his lips pushing the tufts of blonde back with a smile.

"Good morning handsome, how did you sleep?" You whispered throwing your leg over his which he quickly grabbed in one hand, his thumb drawing circles on your thigh.

It was rare that he was able to relax like this, being a pro hero was draining him more than he initially thought. Katsuki groaned and opened his eyes to stare at you.

An angel he thought, that's what you must be to put up with his antics, and the way the sun bathed the room it really did look like you had a halo. "Like a damn baby, how about you?" He asked.

Sleep still clogged his voice making it deeper and more gravelly. "Like a baby which means you woke up crying every two hours for milk and for a diaper change?" You teased with a light laugh.

He glared at you and playfully snapped the strap of your tank top. "That was so funny I forgot to laugh. You slept like a rock I assume by the way you were snoring and groaning and drooling."

It was your turn to glare at him playfully as you sat up smashing his bare chest lightly. "I was drooling because I dreamed of being married to this pro-hero guy, he was just so dreamy." You teased.

"What a lucky man he is then, now I need to find a way to get in your dreams to kick his ass." He retorted pulling you back in his arms and slathering your face in kisses.

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Chuseok

Min Ho x Fem! Reader

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Chuseok arrived soon enough, meaning Principal Han gave speeches to the class on the importance of family and then reminded us to study hard for finals. This also meant that the majority of the school was going home for the week we were given to ourselves and 'family'. Unfortunately, when I text my dad that he should expect me home in about 48 hours all he responded with was 'why'.

message received he doesn't want me around. I wish all my roommates a happy Chuseok as I see their smiles. they all are happy to go home to their parents. I decide to visit the family plot and pray for my brothers' health.

I feel homesick.

I put on my headphones and opened the mother's notebook. It's full of all my mom and grandma's best recipes. It's a tradition in our household that I prepare our special maejakgwa. Mom used to make them every Christmas, Chuseok, and birthday but she can't really do that anymore. Luckily, Kitty is planning a friendsgiving and needs help at the market.

She meets me at my dorm to help me pick out an outfit. I'm still struggling to accommodate all the new choices. Not much familiar. She picks out a pair of slightly platform vans, and a knit, a green-striped mini dress which is a little showy for my tastes. There's a slight wind chill today, so she pairs to be in a different denim jacket than the other day. Seriously Min Ho bought like nine of these.

She puts my wallet, tampons, and other doodads from my last purse into a cross-body bag from YSL. Then she ushers me out of school and into a bus. The city is a little less crowded with all the college kids home for the holiday. That doesn't mean that the families that do live in the city don't the marketplace an absolute zoo. Kitty doesn't have a clue how to read any of the labels so I translate while she fiddles with a playlist of Tik Toks. I show her the bargains but she insists on getting the exact products used in her tik toks.

Kitty is insistent on getting a very pricy bottle of soy sauce. I try to tell her no but she places it in the cart. we move down the aisle. We're doing well until Min Ho approaches,

"What are you doing here?" He asks Kitty, still oblivious to my presence.

"We are getting ingredients for Chuseok dinner."

"Do you even know what you would do with this?" he holds up a bag of rice cakes

"Yes, I do! C'mon Kitty, we only need a few more things." I grab her enormous cart and grunt it forward. Min Ho catches up with us. Probably because I can only go snail speed with the massive cart.

"Here let me help you," he put his very small basket in our cart nad pushed forward. He retuned most of the supplies claiming he already had it up in his dorm.

"Min Ho, who are you buying chocolate strawberries for?" Kitty picks up a heart shaped box

"Someone." he snatches the box back and his phone dings "Ooh it's Lulu, we've been flirting since her trainee days." something in me wilts. That's new.

He ushers us to the registers and it takes much less time to check out if I let Kitty take the ropes. Min Ho brings us to his driver and has him load our groceries in. It feels weird to let people serve me. Were driven back and go right back to the Song-Ho dorm.

Kitty and I put their groceries up in the refrigerator and in the cabinets while Min Ho puts on a movie. It's one that his mom starred in. I missed the tragic opening scene of the movie as I sort out the groceries I need for my recipes.

Min Ho plops down in the center of the left cushion and Kitty joins him at a comfortable distance at the center of the right cushion. This leaves an awkward situation. There isn't enough space to sit between Kitty and the armrest. This means that I have to sit between the two of them. I take my jean jacket off so I don't scratch either of them with the buttons.

Kitty scoots closer to the armrest when I sit and I focus in on the plot. the premise is an uber successful businesswoman whose conglomeration is just a front for her underground ring. Because of Korean censorship laws, they couldn't actually show real drugs but it's heavily implied that she's creating and selling some crazy hallucinogen. The twist though is that she starts to fall in love with one of her lackeys who recently got hooked on her products. This lackey is tied to the company because he's using his labor to pay off his debt. I heard that the movie ends with his mom pregnant because of course no woman is truly fulfilled until she's a mother.

I watch Min Ho's amber eyes light up as he recounts details and stories from the set. From the skeezy director who was hooking up with a sound tech girl. To the producer who showed up drunk every two weeks. He tells me how one arts producer almost quit because he had to keep rebuilding props. and even the fight that went down between the hair designers and the costume team. I start to lose interest though when he brags about the crafty that he hooked up with while his mom performed a very emotional monologue. I swivel my head back to the TV screen as she begins that very monologue.

Her sorrowful words bring tears to my eyes but weight over rules that as I feel exhaustion kicks in. Man, I didn't realize I was this tired. The world swirls to pitch black as I hear his mom sigh and lament.

♨︎☤♨︎✄

I awake to someone gently but incessantly poking my cheek. I peel open my eyes and wipe the crust from my eyelashes. I catch the trail of droll that rolls down the corner of my mouth.

"Man you are not a pretty sleeper."

"Min Ho!" Q, I think yells from the kitchen "That is not nice!"

"I'm just saying, you snore like an ogre." I feel the seam of a blanket tickle my chin as I try to swivel my stiff neck.

"Why is there a blanket on me?" I sit up and let the blanket fall to my waist

"Huh,"

"Why is there a blanket on me?" I inquire with some 'tude

"Because I didn't want you to get cold." min ho mutters but I'm still half asleep so comprehension is still kind of out the window

"What was that Minnie?"

"I didn't want you to get cold!" he half yells half whines

"Aww, you can be sympathetic." I stand up and drape the blaket on his shoulders using it as leverage to pull him close to my face "That's sweet." I tug one side so it flies off his neck and wrap it around my shoulders.

in the Kitchen Q and Kitty are still pulling gout take-out containers. I grab a pair of chopsticks and steal a box of shrimp lomein. Q picks out a pox of fried chicken and some pork fried rice, and Kitty produces a white box of crab rangoon which she munches on happily. Min-ho returns to his room and scoffs at us. he digs through the fridge and pulls out a cabbage and starts chopping it up.

"Are you making Kim Chi for Chuseok?" Dae inquires

"Yeah,"

""Aw man. I almost wish I wasn't going home."

"You're lucky you get to go home. You don't have to be poisoned at Chuseok by Min Ho's kimchi"

"You will not be poisoned, my kimchi is nothing short of orgasmic." I stop and pause with my chopsticks an inch away from my mouth.

"That's disgusting, I suddenly would much rather sleep completely alone in my dorm now." I collect my jacket and my bag of groceries and hike back to the girl's dorm. It's cold and empty in the dorm, I have to turn on every light to see anything. I toss my jacket into oblivion bit then I pause and pick it up and hang it on the coat rack.

I switch the TV on for a source of white noise. The news anchor drones on in Korean about some scandal or another. I circle back to the bag of groceries and start disbursing them throughout the shelves. The majority of our food is freezer meals, sodas, and snacks so I did drop a few dollars on flour. I decide to call it a night. The dorm is lonely, there is no waiting for an obscene amount of time to use the bathroom. I just march right in and line up the products I'll need. I won't need to hide them for the next 6 days.

huh

I clean the bathroom after I've cleansed and wiped and moisturized and serum my face. No one is going to screw this up. I think as I observe the spotless space

huh

With a final brush to my teeth and an adjustment to my braids, I turn the bathroom lights out and lock the front door to the dorm. I flip off the lights in my dorm and tug my hoodie hood up. I pull my covers on and plug my phone in and scroll through Tik Toks. I poke a leg out and flip over on my mattress. I toss and turn for another forty minutes before exhaustion consumes me.

♨︎☤♨︎✄

I arise with perfectly soft and styled hair, and cute matching silky pajamas. Min Ho is in my kitchen preparing me a macchiato without his shirt on.

"Good morning gorgeous." he holds the cup up to me and I hold it. It's the perfect temperature and its tastes lovely when I take a sip. I lick my bottom lip of some loose foam. Min Ho walks around the counter and stands really close to my face. He smells warm and clean, like fresh laundry. In fact, his body radiates warmth.

"Uh oh, You've got a little something." He brings his thumb up to my lip and swipes excess foam off my lip. He puts his thumb to his lips and gently runs his tongue along it. Everything seems to slow down and time ticks by "Well, that was sweet," He leans in and kisses me. He leans back and his eyes flit between mine. I curl up to my tippy toes and kiss him again and his tongue licks across my bottom lip. I open my mouth and let him in.

His kiss feels incredible.

I put my cup on the counter and wrap my arms around his neck. He grabbed me at the back of my thighs, not my ass, just below. I jump up on him and he grabs on tight. He marches me into my room and sets me on the mattress. Everything feels silky, the sheets, his hair, his pajama pants, his skin. His lips feel like warm velvet cake and his body weight feels so comfortable.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he runs his hands up my neck and through my hair. He's locked in and I start rolling my hips against his groin. He feels hot against me. Everything feels hot and silky. In a startling and almost abrupt manner, I feel an oncoming orgasm. My body feels somewhere between weightless and tingling.

I wake up with a startle before I can climax.

My body was shaking. My feet feel like they're full of pins and needles. I walk around and look in the mirror. I try to look at myself but I feel so disgusted. It's not even light out I notice as I take a glance to the window.

I grab my phone and text Q

'emergency hike as soon as you wake up' 02:33

'now?" 02:34

'Oh shit, I guess' 02:34

I run into my room and find some better clothing. All I'm wearing is a hoodie and underwear. I put on a clean pair of underwear and some calf-high socks. I find a cute body suit with a chest cut out and high hips. I find a matching tech wear joggers and cropped hoodie set and throw that on with a pair of high-rise vans. I didn't take the time to put in contacts or put on makeup I just grabbed my phone and ran out the door. Q was waiting for me looking just as glowing as he normally did.

"How do you look so pretty at four in the morning?" I tuck my glasses up

"There is no need for you to be asking me questions. Why did you call an emergency hike? You were so opposed to hiking earlier?"

"Well that's because I didn't want to be around a bunch of people to just stare at me."

"Well you picked a good time, any sane person is still asleep."

"Yeah, that reminds me, why aren't you in bed?"

"Because you texted."

"Well, yeah but," We hit the first hill on the path

"Quit stalling, why did you text me?" He gives me a punitive look in my eyes. I stall until we've reached the apex, and begin our decent

"Uhh, I had a dream."

"Alright Dr. King, about what?"

"Umh about, Min Ho-"

"YOU HAD A SEX DREAM ABOUT MIN HO!"

"Well, um yeah sorta. We didn't have sex but we were making out and it was like hot."

"Ok, so do you think you like Min Ho?"

"No, I'm actually repulsed by him, but like my brain clearly wants me to like him. I'm just, I'm simply lost. Like I have a tangy feeling in my mouth just thinking about kissing him."

"Could that just be morning breath?"

"maybe, but what does this mean? I've never, er I've never really had. sex dream before."

"Never?"

"Well, not this vivid. I had one but it was like I was getting caressed by all these shadows and you could see hands and mouth coming out and attaching to my body but it was no one specific."

"That sounds hot."

"That's not the focus! what am I supposed to do Q?

"I think you should ask Min Ho to be your date to Chuseok."

"I don't think I should get a date to chuseok, especially since he's supposed to be hooking up with Lulu some time soon."

"Lulu she's totally gorgeous and has a beautiful singing voice and she's great at dancing."

"Q" I whined "You're not helping."

"Oh, so you like him?"

"NO, I'm repulsed by him."

"But you dreamt about making out with him?"

"I don't know Q," we round the corner which brings us to the end of the trail "This whole thing is so weird. It's like He's so physically hot that I would be attracted to him scientifically. But his personality is just repulsive. His ego makes me nauseous but every once in a while there is this crack in his persona. You can see this like, genuinely caring and gentle person. But his goodness doesn't outweigh his horrible terribleness."

"Well, maybe you should just make out with him and see if it fucks up your psyche."

"That's terrible."

"You should just try kissing him. Get this out of your system and then see if he wants to keep kissing you or you to him."

"That's nauseating." we reenter the school grounds and sit in the little circle with a cherry blossom tree.

"Well you were the one who dreamed about him all nakey and rubbing up on you."

"Uh gross, I need to go wash my brain and body with holy water."

"No, look, the sun is about to rise!" he points me toward the sky and we get to see the beautiful sunrise. It's so wonderful. It makes my mind clear almost instantly. I look at the conglomeration of colors. The many swirling clouds of violet ad tangerine swirl into a lovely rose to tint the clouds. I sigh and run through all the possibilities of if or If I were not to kiss him.

Every time I come upon a negative answer I just look back into the sky and I see the swirling rainbow. The world looks so pretty when you're not worried about it.

"Alright, we're going to need to get back to the dorm if we want at least an hour of sleep in us before classes." Q shakes me but I remain fixed on the sky

"Why bother, let's just skip."

"No, we don't skip this is a boarding school. Have you forgotten where you are?"

"No,"

"Well maybe you've forgotten who you are."

"Maybe. Ever since this whole transformation I really feel like a whole new girl. I've never felt the desire to rebel like this. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, you're doing what normal people do at 12. Some sort of sexual awakening mixed with the urge to rebel."

"You sound like me," I finally get up and join him. We walk back to the dorms. Well I to mine and him to his. I shower thoroughly and brew coffee instead of just using instant coffee. I blare music through the kitchen speakers and sing along to my heart's content. While the coffee brews, I dance around and get dressed. I've got my shirt half-buttoned and tucked sloppily into the skirt. I'm halfway through tugging my left sock on when my front door opens. I scream and topple over.

"Oh my god! Don't ever make that sound again!" from the ground I see Min Ho plugging his ears. He looks handsome in his school uniform, mmm but his tie is sloppy.

"Min Ho," I stand up and brush myself off "Ughh, Alexa volume two. Min Ho, how did you get in?"

"You left your door unlocked. Someone could have broken in." He closes the door behind himself and I hear the lock click.

"Why'd you lock the door?"

"So no one could interrupt us," he stalk closer to me and hold me around my waist. "You know coffee seems to be a good taste on your tongue." He kisses me again. It's even more heated than the first one. Except this time it's real. I can feel the warmth of his body against mine.

"UH (Y/n)?" Q shakes me awake "(Y/n), you were drooling into your coffee." I grunt myself awake and take in my surroundings. I'm not in my dorm, I'm in the boy's dorm. I've got contacts in and I'm quite neatly dressed. Even someone had french braided my hair. Kitty.

I scan over and see that Min Ho, too is very neatly dressed and his tie has been placed impeccably. Except he's not in his uniform he's just dressed for a business meeting.

"Why are you dressed so fancy?"

"I told you we're going to have a photo shoot. If the press sees what charity I've done it'' will reflect well that my mother has raised a gentle and caring son."

"And why am I being used as a pawn to further your mother's success?"

"Because I gave you a makeover. Scratch that I gave you the opportunity not to die a virgin." I slap Min Ho sharp across the jaw

"You deserve the makeover." I point in his face "I may have been ugly on the outside, but you are far worse. Your insides are hideous, you're a slimy festering worm, a conglomerate of all things evil culminating on the insides." I punctuate most of my words with a poke to his chest. Slowly I back him into a wall.

"Woah what the hell is happening?" Dae questions

"This better not be another dream," I push the door open behind us

"Another dream?"

"(Y/n), you're drooling again?" Dae shakes my shoulder

"Fuck I need to get some sleep." I wipe my eyes "And not have a sex dream." and groan into a pillow

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You're continuously having sex dreams?" I hear Min Ho say from the kitchen.

"No,"

"Who are they about?"

"None of your business. Dae shouldn't you be home?"

"I was just about to leave, but you were groaning in your sleep. Are you alright."

"I'm fine. Go home Dae," I put a hand on his shoulder.

He seems ready to leave, picking up phis duffel and almost running out of the room.

"How did I end up here?"

"Q said you passed out after taking a hike with him at four in the morning. We didn't have your card so we couldn't get into your dorm."

"Wait wait wait, before we go any further, am I dreaming?"

"You just woke up?"

"Yeah well, I've been fooled before."

"you're awake. Oh how do you say to a photoshoot with me after chuseok?"

"Holy shit am I psychic? Or is this deja vu?"

"what are you talking about?"

"I swear I just had this conversation with you. But in my dream."

"Oh, so you are having sex dreams and dreaming about me?"

"Sorta, but in this last dream I was just yelling at you. You seemed kind of turned on by it." he rears back

"So you're having multiple sex dreams about me?" I sit up and tuck my knees in

"Sort of? I was talking to a friend and they said I should just try to make out with you to get out of my system."

"What, who said that?"

"I'm not going to reveal my sources."

"Well why don't you try and kiss me and get it out your system."

"Because that's gross."

"Well, you're the one who's dreaming about it."

"I should have never told you, I knew this would go poorly."

"If you don't kiss me, maybe I'll just kiss you."

"Oh brother," I drop my face into a nearby pillow

"What," he drags me back up by my shoulder. He smiles and it just feels magnetic

"That's something you would have said in those dreams. Something super cliche and Wattpad-y"

"Well, If I kiss you what will happen?"

"I don't know," I gasp as he leans with gently puckered lips. I put a hand on his collar and give him a gentle pushback. "And I don't want to find out. I don't think I'm emotionally mature enough to be ready for a relationship with you. You're very handsome, but I'm not ready to handle you the way you are. I'll see you at dinner tomorrow Min Ho." I get up and leave the dorm. I've learned from my dreams in several ways and picked up all my belonging after making a dramatic exit.

♨︎☤♨︎✄

I decided to catch up on my sleep. And man was I exhausted. I slept for almost 16 hours and woke up the next day. It was actual Chuseok day so I needed my head screwed on straight. I got out my mom's cookbook to get the maejakgwa recipe. Because my family couldn't get them fresh I was going to make two batches. Baking always takes my mind off everything. I get so focused on the details. The timer dings as I scrub some dishes and I pull the ginger cookies out of the oven.

They smell delicious.

I want to eat all of them.

I let the cookies cool down and find a fun box to package them. I try to write out a letter to my family but I end up sobbing onto the sheet of paper. Before I can get too emotional I text a hand delivery service and tell them that I need a box of cookies brought to my friends. I prepare the box and wait by the front entrance of the school. A man on a scooter collects the box with a smile. I return to the dorm and prepare my main dish.

My granny's muguk.

I had to buy beef broth because I didn't have the time to prepare true broth. while that boils I chop radish and scallions and then slice up the beef. The dorm swells with the smell of Granny's delicious soup. It's what reminds me that I have yet to eat breakfast. I throw the final seasonings in the pot and wash my hands.

There's not much in the fridge but I find two Chobani flips and guzzle them down. Then I take down a box of strawberries. I lower the heat on the soup and let it simmer for another hour. I spend that time getting ready for dinner. I find a big slouchy cardigan and a really cool long pleated skirt. I add a simple white tank top under the cardigan and match it with some white sneakers. That sense of rebellion rises and I keep my glasses on.

I give my hair a curl and clip some pieces back and put o a light layer of makeup on. The sun is starting to set so I pot my soup and bring it down to the common area. I run back up to my dorm and retrieve the cookies and when I return the hall is almost full of expats.

Unfortunately so are Professor Finnerty and Professor Lee are there as well. I have nothing against Professor Finnerty. He's handsome and understands the students better because he seems like he's fresh out of the womb. But, Professor Lee is too intense for my peers. I like him though. I see Kitty, Q and Min Ho pull up. They place down big bowls of food and everyone finds a seat to get situated.

"Kitty, why don't you make a toast?" Q pushed her up to stand

"Well, hello everybody this is my first Chuseok but I'm going to make sure it isn't my last." There's a scatter of giggles "I want to make this toast out to my mom. Wherever you are, I love you, Mom, Happy Chuseok!" we all cheer and clink our glasses together. I find my soup and take a healthy portion of my muguk. Then I get a scoop of white rice and some japchae.

I say thank you for the food and dig in. Someone brought a gallon of Arizona iced tea so I grab a cup when I burn my tongue on the beef. I meet Min Ho at the drink station

"Oh Hello, (Y/n)."

"Min Ho you look kind of sweaty," I reach up for his forehead and it feels clammy.

"I feel fine."

"Well, you have that date tonight, right?"

"Yeah, how did you-"

"I hear you bragging about it. Just here, "I dig around my sweater pockets and provid some pills. "You look like you may need some meds. Here's Dramamine for nausea, tums, if your stomach starts spinning and cramping. It's an anti-acid. And for general pain here's some Advil." I hand him three little bottles

"Oh, why are you giving me meds. If you saw I was sick wouldn't you love that my date be sabotaged?"

"What who do you think I am? If I ugh If I like someone I'm not gonna purposefully let them have a bad date so they can crawl into my arms. Here, get Lulu an ice cream I hear she likes strawberries."

"Actually we would need to get sorbet."

I return to the tasty Japchae and my muguk. I was enjoying it until someone brought up that Min Ho is the one who cooked it.

"You cooked this Min Ho?" I pulled my utensils from my face

"Yeah, it's my mum's recipe."

"Well, it's delicious." I give him a smile and take another bite "Could use some salt."

"Is this your soup?" He takes a small bowl and has a bite "Could use some pepper."

"Well, you should try my maejakgwa cookies. Maybe bring some to Lulu."

"come here," He stands up and grabs me by the elbow. I'm taken around a corner and pressed against the wall. "what are you doing?"

"What do you mean what am I doing?" I look into his eyes and shake his hand off

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I'm a nice person?"

"Well stop, you used to have so much fire why'd you give up?"

"Because you obviously like Lulu. And she's way prettier and better at dancing than I am. So just go on that date and have fun."

I get up on my toes and give him a kiss on the cheek.

I take a deep breath and I limp back to the table ad take the display of steamed dumplings and stuff a stack of napkins in my pocket. I have no thought process my body just moves to its only comfort. I begin blindly stuffing my face until there's no elasticity left in my cheeks. I continue this self-pitying tirade until Professor Lee slams on the table to get everyone to quiet down. I realize what I've done and leave the room.

On my out of the dining hall, I find a nearby garbage bin and spit out my cheek fulls of soft gyoza. Tears are already running down my cheeks from shame. I doubt more than two people were looking at me but my brain tells me my worst fears. Everyone was watching the 'used to be' fat loser cry and stock her cheeks with pork and chicken. I get one of those napkins from my pocket and wipe the corners of my mouth. When I spot and exit I slam the metal and glass door open and continue half-assed splits as cool air hits my reddened cheeks.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing out here?" Oh no, oh god no. I turn on my heel. easiest way to avoid your problems is to run from them "Wait (Y/n) Erg!" Min Ho's distresses gurgles quell my escape

"Are you alright?" I get closer to him"what the hell's wrong with you?"

"I think someone poisoned me."

"What!" I grab my phone and start dialing the poison helpline all while blubbering nonsense Min Ho

"No, I think someone poisoned me with dairy."

"Ohhh that's why you would get sorbet." I reach through my pocket but only find the empty paper cube where the Lactaid pill I took this morning sat. "Oh shit, just," I grab him around his arms and help him up the stairs where we connect with Kitty.

"Finally, you took your sweet time,"

"Wait, you texted Kitty for help?" I let go of his shoulders

"Yeah?"

"Alright," Min Ho's phone interupts me

"It's Lulu she just pulled in. Someone cover for me. But make her feel allured, make me interesting."

"I've got it." I look Kitty in the yes and she grabs onto his bicep and they waddle to a nearby bathroom. I spin on my heel and brace the outdoors.

"Who are you? Have you seen Min Ho?"

"No, Ive been texting him nonstop but he hasn't responded." Her eyes light up. I know it's because she knows min ho is blowing me off to test her "He was supposed to take me for sorbet at six but I guess he got us both."

"Really he double-booked me with you? But you're so, whatever. You tell Minnie that we're going to dinner and sorbet at six tomorrow. One night with me and he'll have no reason to be late again." She turn on her heel and get's back into her fancy private car.

I swallow a ball in my throat and march back up the steps. Kitty is waiting for me ad Min Ho emerges from the doors looking relaxed and refreshed.

"Sooooo?"

"You two have a date tomorrow at six, you're getting dinner and sorbet. make sure to bring a condom." I pat his shoulder with the hand holding my phone. I sway drunkenly back to my room and get undressed. I line up some skin care on the ledge of the bath while it fills with hot water. I fill the tub with confused tears as I take my makeup off and comb my soppy hair.

#xo kitty #kdrama #min ho x y/n #strangers to lovers #wet dream #enemies to lovers