the friends with benefits meme

[nothingbutmemes]

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sex friends. fuck buddies. friends with benefits. no matter what you call it, it's the perfect arrangement: you get to enjoy awesome sex and an awesome friendship, without any of the complications that come from being romantically involved. there's no drama, no threat of heartbreak, and no pressure to commit — just good friends having good sex.

unless one of you catches feelings, of course. but you wouldn't do that, would you?

Prompts

1. casual - you have the type of relationship where you grab a snack, meet up for sex, and maybe play a few video games. what's not to love?

2. best friends - you already share everything else together. sex is just a natural extension of your intimacy as best friends.

3. experimenting - bro, we are teens. bro, we are kissing now. no, don't stop. bro...

4. practice - this is all just practice for when you find a "real" relationship, but that doesn't mean it can't be fun.

5. rebound - the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

6. stress relief - you're working a high-stress job together and needed some way to unwind.

7. rivals - you're not really friends outside the bedroom, more like friendly rivals. and the competition extends to sex.

7. incompatible - you've tried to date before and it just didn't work out. but that's no reason to give up on the awesome sex you were having, or your equally awesome friendship.

8. unrequited - you want to be more, but they only see you as a fuck buddy. at least sex is better than nothing.

9. friends (with benefits) to lovers - you both want something more. but how do you ask out the person you're already sleeping with?

Comments

[evocationary]

[ he'll get his begging - he always does, even if she resists.

she gasps out breathlessly when he takes her breast in his mouth, squirming like she's not sure if she wants more or less. it's too much and not enough, all at once, and she's still trying to gather her thoughts from coming as hard as she did with his face buried between her legs. but she's not getting the chance to breathe even for a second - he shoves himself inside her, and she makes a somewhat strangled noise as her head bangs back against the wall, going tense for a moment.

there's just - so much of him, and her hands flex where he has them pinned. she's still wet, so it doesn't hurt so much as it's just instantly overwhelming, she's full and she can't stop herself from squeezing her legs around his waist, trying to keep him there, keep him still for a moment, head tilted back against the wall, chest heaving. ]

A-ah, fuck. [ she says, laughing, voice hoarse already. ] That's, ah, that's what I get for t-teasing, huh?

[ she also has this chronic inability to shut the fuck up? ]

[swordbreaker]

( for a split second dimitri's gaze visibly softens - a break in the beastly mask he currently wears when he hears her head bang against the wall. he wants to make her feel it, knows she can take it, but he still cares for her; and the last thing he truly wants is for her to hurt herself. thankfully, she seems perfectly fine. fine enough to continue mouthing off, apparently.

back to business. he rakes his teeth over her nipple, lapping his tongue over the nub and then tilting his head back to appraise her. )

Don't tell me you're complaining. Or would you prefer I stuff that mouth full instead and assure you can tease no more? ( he obliges in her silent request to remain hilted inside her, though not without rolling his hips to make sure she feels every inch of him. dimitri leans in, grip tight on her wrists as he keeps them forced above her head; his other hand leaving more bruises on her ass as he holds her up - even if he doesn't need to now, with his cock buried inside her. he kisses her, hard and sloppy and full of teeth as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into her again, and again, and again. )

[evocationary]

[ she knows he doesn't want to really hurt her - knows that he could, if he wanted. that's part of why this is so good. unraveling him to the very last bit of self control. ]

Like you'd want that. [ she gasps out, testing his grip on her wrists. she doesn't try to get away in earnest, but she fights the hold a bit when he plays at her nipple, at the graze of teeth. her instinct to grab his hair is too strong to resist. ] Can't beg if my mouth is full --

[ and then his mouth is on hers, and she whimpers as his hips pick up that brutal pace. her kiss is hot and clumsy, unable to keep up with the way he fucks into her, and she mostly ends up just parting her lips and letting him do what he wants, tongue sliding against his. she bites when he's too rough, just to get back at him.

the noises she makes are rising and desperate as he rams into her, but it doesn't take long to figure out the rhythm. when she's adjusted, she rolls her body into his thrusts, meeting his hips with quick, fluid snaps of her own. ]

[swordbreaker]

( Begging could also be her whimpering and moaning while he fucks her right? let's go with that. because that's what he's aiming for right now. dimitri bites back - but, she might notice, if not overwhelmed in the sensations of it all, that he does slow just a little, or changes the angle of this thrust so he's a little less rough with her. sucks on her tongue, nips at her lips, does anything and everything he can to rouse more sounds from her even if they're only to end up muffled.

sweat is already beading on his brow, his lungs are going to ache, but she's light and it's less the work it takes to keep her up and more the pure strength of his thrusts. if they hadn't tested the walls doing this a few times before - he might think they could crash through them. ) Goddess, but you feel so good. ( he groans between hungry kisses, thrusting up and hilting in her once so he can roll his hips around, teasing as he suddenly begins to slow. )

[evocationary]

[ he changes his angle, and she whines, her hands flexing above her head. she wants to touch, she wants to get her hands in his hair, and she experiments with trying to get free, tests his grip. whether he lets her go or not, she's determined to take what she wants, just as much as he's determined to give her what he wants. it's why she wraps her legs around his waist and uses the leverage to grind down when he slows.

and that slow rolls of his hips as he's fully hilted earns him a stuttering moan that she gasps out at the ceiling. the feeling of him thick and hard inside her has her blood racing, a heady thrill that almost makes her dizzy running through her veins. she desperately tries to rock closer, chest to chest, wanting as much contact as she can get. ]

All for you. [ she tells him, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. ] Fuck. The way you sound. Stay like this. Hard and slow. Make - make me feel it.

[ a beat, and then, against and half into his mouth: ] Please.

[swordbreaker]

( his eye lights up then, a grin curving his lips sharply at the corners, his breath coming hot against her skin. he pulls back, letting his shaft slide out almost to the tip at a now agonizingly slow pace that makes even him shudder - because he wants to fuck her hard and fast and fill her to bursting, but he has to be good. she did say please - his hips gyrating before he pushes up into her again and hilts, buried as far as he can in that sweet, delicious heat. )

Well... ( he starts, that grin like a feral beast, all teeth, lips drawn back. ) Since you asked so nicely. ( he loosens his grip on her wrists, trailing his hand trail back down to grasp her breast and squeeze as he jerks his hips sharply, letting her body rise and fall along the wall with each slow, hard press of his body into hers. ) How's that, Lup?

[evocationary]

[ oh, that grin does things to her. a throb of heat hits her low and she bites her lip, trying to keep quiet. he has to earn his sounds. which he immediately does, with the way he pulls almost all the way out of her. she makes a protesting sound that curls into a whimper when he fucks back inside her, her back dragging up against the wall with each thrust.

with her hands free, she immediately holds onto him, one hand tangling into his hair and the other bracing herself against his chest. for a minute, she just lets herself feel, lets shivery sigh-sounds escape her every time he rams exactly the right spot, lingering ah, ah, ahs that grow in volume. feels her second release start to build, arches into his hand, eyes fluttering closed. ]

Mm. [ she starts, voice shaking. ] Good boy. Doing what I asked. I can feel every inch of you.

[ on the next press forward, she tightens around him, keeping him fully hilted for a moment as she grinds her hips against his to savor the feeling. a swoop of pleasure rushes through her at the friction - she's so wet for him it's insane.

and then she tugs him close by his hair, breathing out against his ear: ] When you come it better be deep inside me, Dimitri.