Author's Notes: Hello, chaps! For some of you who've heard me muttering to myself about writing new FF stories, this is actually not the proposed iCarly story I've been alluding to for a while. But this has been swimming around in my head for a while: a series of smutty oneshots featuring some interesting iCarly characters. And seriously, 'iEnrage Gibby' was just begging for this :P Note: this follows from canon relating to 'iStart A Fanwar' and 'iPity The Nevel'. I could bore you by saying that I took great care to make the original canon plausible for this particular story. But I'd be lying.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly in any capacity. All I own are my twisted fantasies, and yours ;D
Freddie opened the door to his apartment with a weary countenance. It was almost pushing 7pm and his entire body was racked with pain and exhaustion. The drive home had taken a good hour and Sam had demolished about 5 Fat Shakes in one sitting.
They'd just gotten back from WebiCon.
Finally.
Freddie couldn't even find it in himself to stay mad at Sam for ruining the press conference in the first place. Sure, it was entirely her fault for messing up things between Carly and Adam before they'd even started, all because she wanted to have some fun at his and Carly's expense by telling the iCarly fans they were madly in love.
And then somehow, Carly had made the mood at WebiCon infinitely worse by telling the iCarly fans that she wanted to be with Adam, which had led to both Creddie and Seddie fans dragging Adam off to God-knows-where. After that, Carly just seemed to deflate under the pressure and accept Adam's fate with resignation.
Freddie knew he should feel a little disturbed by Carly's indifference about the situation with Adam, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. He and Carly had been an item a short time ago, but it felt more and more like a dream that had happened to someone else and not him.
Besides, they were friends at the end of the day. And truth be told, he hadn't really warmed up to Adam, which had nothing to do with his and Carly's previous romantic history. Adam just seemed way too into his looks and quite frankly…gullible.
Carly deserved better.
After saying one last apology in-between sips, Sam left Bushwell Plaza with Fat Shake in hand. Carly had given Freddie a half-smile before she and Spencer had entered their own apartment.
Physically, Freddie wanted to collapse onto his bed and sleep off his exhaustion. But he knew his brain wouldn't be shutting down any time soon. The best way to tire out his mind was to work on some iCarly segments.
His Mom was working the night shift, so he decided to head back to the iCarly studio and edit some footage for an upcoming iCarly episode. After taking a quick shower and changing into another pair of jeans and a fresh black golf shirt, Freddie strolled back to the Shay's apartment and knocked casually on the front door.
Carly answered the door herself; she was already dressed for bed in a pair of white and blue striped pyjama pants, a baby blue tank top, her dark brown hair wet and wavy.
"Hey, Freddie."
"Hey, Carly."
"What's up? I thought you were already in bed after that long drive." Carly declared with a puzzled frown on her face.
"My body definitely feels like it. But I won't be able to sleep anyway, so I figured I'd edit some of that 'Idiot Farm Girl Goes To The Big City' sketch you and Sam did the other night." Freddie explained while rubbing the back of his head as Carly let him into the apartment.
"Considering how 'well' things went at WebiCon earlier, I'm surprised you haven't already quit the show," Carly teased with a wry smile on her face after shutting the door behind him.
"Come on, Carls. I would never ditch the show or you and Sam just because of a couple of crazy iCarly fans." Freddie murmured soothingly right before giving Carly a quick and friendly hug.
"That means a lot, Freddie. I'm sorry about what I said earlier with the whole 'Oh God no' part. It seems pretty stupid in hindsight." Carly apologised meekly, seemingly close to tears when she and Freddie broke apart.
"It's cool, I get it. I know that wasn't about me, you were just trying to get Adam to trust you. For what it's worth, he's an idiot for not believing you in the first place." Freddie offered with sudden intensity.
"Maybe. Then again, I'm the idiot who let the Seddie and Creddie fans drag him off afterwards." Carly remarked with a loud sigh.
"You're right about that."
Carly smacked Freddie on the shoulder and he dodged her second attempt while chuckling heartily. This made Carly laugh in turn and they savoured the shift in atmosphere for a few seconds, some of their earlier tension and discomfort disappearing.
"Jerk. Ok, I'm gonna crash because my body is screaming for sleep. Good luck with the editing."
"Thanks. Night, Carls."
"Night, Freddie."
Carly skipped up the stairs while Freddie pushed the button on the elevator. Then he climbed in and rode it all the way up to the iCarly studio. He unlocked the door and switched on the main computer, which was still hooked up to the LCD screen. In spite of the disaster at WebiCon, he couldn't help laughing at some of the comments left by the fans on the iCarly website, most of them still continuing their virtual trash talk about Creddie and Seddie.
He finally uploaded the latest 'Idiot Girl and Count Nosenstein' sketch frame by frame and began cropping and editing the video clips timeously. The grapefruit-sized artificial nose which covered Sam's petite nose really was hilarious while he watched Carly (dressed in her cowgirl outfit) pull her best friend along in a scene as they explored the fictitious metropolis of 'New Schneider'.
While Freddie kept laughing at a scene of Sam accidentally getting her long black cape stuck under the wheel of a yellow taxi, he heard soft footsteps and the studio door being opened.
"I thought your body was screaming for sleep," Freddie noted without turning around.
"Excuse me?"
The girlishly husky voice took Freddie completely by surprise. He whipped around sharply and stared in amazement at Tasha, who stood in the doorway. Even more astonishing was the fact that she looked like she had been crying, a lot.
"Tasha?" Freddie greeted with wide eyes.
"Hi," Tasha greeted with a watery smile.
"Uh, what are you doing here?" Freddie asked seriously, pressing the 'pause' button on the video clip he was editing.
"I'm not sure really." Tasha offered with an uncertain glance at her surroundings.
Even though she looked like she had been crying for close to a year, Freddie still managed to notice that Tasha was incredibly beautiful, with her long and toned legs, stilettos on her feet, denim mini-skirt that made her hips look really curvy, a pink tank top which accentuated her chest and a brown leather jacket covering it which matched her silky honey-brown hair.
"I don't know what made me come here. I thought Carly might be up here." Tasha added after a long pause.
"Carly went to bed a little while ago." Freddie offered lamely.
"Oh, I see. No one answered the door downstairs. So I just came up. I'll just go…" Tasha trailed off awkwardly and turned away.
"You could stay if you want." Freddie tried again, his voice sounding more confident.
"I don't wanna intrude-"
"You're not intruding. I was just editing some footage for our next iCarly episode. Wanna see some?" Freddie asked politely.
After some hesitation, Tasha nodded slowly and Freddie pulled up another chair for her in front of the computer. She sat down next to him and he pressed 'play' on the last video clip. At this point in the sketch, Carly was skipping stupidly in the middle of oncoming traffic that Freddie had CGI'd into the scene, which made him laugh uproariously at Carly's facial expressions. Without warning, Tasha began sobbing beside him.
"What's wrong, Tasha?" Freddie asked in alarm.
"I'm sorry, I'm so stupid! It's just that…Sam's nose is shaped like a grapefruit and grapefruit is Gibby's favourite!" Tasha wailed uncontrollably.
"O-k…" Freddie trailed off with a raised eyebrow.
"It seems stupid to be crying over it. But I can't help it! I'll never see him eat grapefruit again!" Tasha howled hysterically.
"What are you talking about? Did something happen to Gibby?" Freddie questioned, rising to his feet.
He hadn't seen him at Webi-Con. According to Sam, Gibby texted her, saying he only got there after the cops had cleared out the place. Freddie thought he'd just gone home again – what if he'd been in a car accident or something? His grandfather was practically blind…
"Gibby's fine. But we broke up." Tasha replied miserably as a fresh batch of tears escaped down her cheeks.
"What?" Freddie asked in confusion.
This was insane. Sure, neither he, Sam or Carly had understood Tasha's attraction to Gibby and Tasha hadn't seemed like she was crazy. But he'd thought they were happy, especially after they patched things up after that stupid misunderstanding during the Hobo Party.
What could've possibly gone wrong since then?
"Why?" he finally asked.
"He said we weren't exclusive." Tasha sniffed, her shoulders convulsing while she hiccoughed.
Instinctively, Freddie placed his hand on Tasha's shoulder and steered her towards one of the comfy futons in the middle of the room. She sagged down into one while he flopped onto the one next to her.
"I don't get it. I thought you guys were…dating each other." Freddie stated pensively.
"So did I. But apparently, Gibby said he told me from the start that he didn't want to get too tied down." Tasha explained with traces of anger still evident in her tone.
"And did he?" Freddie probed.
"Yes. But I didn't think he meant it like that. I thought he meant he wanted to take things slow with us – not see other girls behind my back!" Tasha exploded suddenly.
"He cheated on you?" Freddie asked in surprise.
Gibby may be strange at the best of times, but Freddie never pegged him for a cheater. Especially after he exploded into a fit of jealousy over Tasha accidentally falling on top of him right here in the iCarly studio. That Gibby seemed like a 'one-woman' kind of guy.
"I'm not sure. But I saw him at the Groovy Smoothie with another girl. And she was all over him – hugging him and kissing him. He didn't seem to mind." Tasha retorted scathingly.
"So you confronted him?" Freddie asked, trying to piece the puzzle together in his mind.
"Pretty much, and Gibby didn't try to defend himself. All he said was that he thought I 'understood'. I got so mad at him that I broke up with him then and there in front of everyone and stormed out. I didn't wanna go home, so I ended up here somehow." Tasha answered while dabbing at her eye with a tissue.
Freddie couldn't believe it. Gibby didn't want to be exclusive with Tasha – is he crazy? The girl was smoking hot; any guy with half a brain would've cut off their right arm just for the chance to date her exclusively.
And if he was being honest, he was one of those guys.
"I feel so stupid," Tasha continued in a dejected voice.
Freddie never did well when faced with a crying woman or girl, much less when it was Carly and he was still hopelessly in love with her years ago. But he instinctively moved closer and placed his arms around Tasha and pulled her into a warm hug.
"You're not stupid, Tasha." Freddie murmured gently, feeling strangely inadequate in this particular situation.
"Yes, I am. Why can't I pick a guy who just wants to date me and only me? What did I do wrong?" Tasha questioned in a blubbery voice.
"Nothing, you didn't do anything wrong. Gibby's my friend, but he should've been clearer about what he wanted from you. You deserve to be with somebody who sees how amazing and sweet you are, Tasha. How beautiful you are-"
"You think I'm beautiful?"
Tasha, who had been looking down the entire time, finally looked Freddie in the eye when he said that. She hadn't been expecting the compliment, even though she'd heard it a hundred times from guys, even Gibby. She was struck anew by the colour of his eyes – they were a lovely shade of hazel brown with flecks of green in them.
How had she not noticed before?
Sure, she'd noticed Freddie before. It was hard not to.
He was kinda geeky and talked about computer stuff that she knew nothing about. But he had helped her pick out an awesome camera for Gibby to make videos of his cats with. And he was funny and nice to her whenever he saw her.
Plus, he was really good looking. Her eyes momentarily left his face and strayed onto his massive arms, the muscles straining against his golf shirt. Rehab definitely did a body good where he was concerned.
Yip, Freddie Benson was the total package.
Of course, she would never have done anything about it while she was dating Gibby, she just wasn't that kind of girl.
But now…
Freddie hadn't even realised just how close Tasha was leaning into him now. He had been absent-mindedly stroking her cheek with his fingers and patting her hair gently. The look in her eye made him uncomfortable in a way that he wished he didn't secretly like.
"Of course I think you're beautiful, Tasha. Any guy would have to be blind or dangerously stupid not to notice." Freddie answered in a feeble voice.
He suddenly wished he could take it back when Tasha moved even closer to him, her face just inches away from his. She was wearing some flowery perfume that went wafted straight into his nose. It took all of his self-restraint not to look and notice the way that her skirt was currently riding up on her thighs.
"Tasha, what are you doing?" Freddie asked in a strained voice, feeling oddly parched.
"You're really sweet, Freddie. And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't think you were pretty cute too." Tasha announced in a husky voice.
Freddie was completely paralysed when Tasha began running a lone hand through his hair. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't find the strength to push her off of him. Then something shifted dramatically in Tasha's dark brown eyes when her gaze moved down to Freddie's lips before meeting his eyes again as she straddled him on his futon.
It took a couple of seconds (which felt like hours) before Tasha eventually leant forward and engulfed Freddie's lips in a sweet and chaste kiss. Freddie's brain completely shut off for a few seconds while he kissed her back eagerly.
But then his conscience (and his gag reflex) kicked in when Gibby's face popped into his head. He broke the kiss and pushed Tasha gently off of him.
"What's wrong, Freddie?" Tasha asked breathlessly, her lips delightfully swollen from where Freddie had kissed her senseless just a moment ago.
"We can't do this, Tasha. Gibby's my best friend and you're his-"
"I'm not his anything!" Tasha fumed impatiently.
"Maybe not, but this isn't a good idea, Tasha. You're feeling vulnerable right now and I don't wanna take advantage of that."
"You're not taking advantage of me, Freddie. I want this. Don't you want me?"
What a question, Freddie thought wearily to himself while giving Tasha the once over. The most gorgeous girl he'd ever laid eyes on was currently sitting in his lap propositioning him.
In a perfect world, this would be 'The Freddie Way' of doing Christmas.
"Of course I want you. Tasha, I've wanted you ever since the first day I found out you were Gibby's girlfriend. You're insanely hot." Freddie practically sobbed on the last part.
"Wow, I had no idea. If I weren't dating Gibby before, I would totally have gone for a guy like you. You're smart, sweet, funny, good looking. I want you too, Freddie. So what's the problem?" Tasha asked in a seductive purr.
Indeed, what exactly was the problem?
Besides Gibby, Tasha seemed to know exactly what she wanted. And he'd had a beyond-crap day at Webi-Con. After basically being undermined in every way as a viable romantic partner all day long, Freddie needed all the affirmation he could get.
Tasha grinned and pulled him for a long and deep kiss that set Freddie's senses alight. And it made the growing erection in his pants all the more unbearable. Freddie's arms locked around Tasha's waist and pulled her right on top of him till she was straddling him on one of the futons, his lips falling on hers with breathless anticipation.
Tasha moaned in-between kisses, her hands finding their way into Freddie's hair as she ground her hips sensually against his. Freddie groaned at the sensation of their bodies moving together, making him ache to be even closer to her than they already were. Tasha's legs wound their way around Freddie's hips as she made short work of pulling his golf shirt up and over his head.
Then her mouth began curling and weaving all along the planes of Freddie's chiselled jaw line, slipping down towards his neck before landing on his perfectly sculpted abs.
"Oh God," Freddie hissed, his eyes shutting of their own accord while he struggled to catch his breath.
"I'll take that as a good sign." Tasha murmured teasingly, a wide grin etched on her face.
"Such a good sign…" Freddie practically wept, particularly when Tasha had already removed her jacket and ripped off of her chest-hugging tank-top to reveal the merchandise which lay underneath.
Freddie knew for certain that the sexy black bra Tasha was currently sporting definitely hadn't been manufactured at Build-A-Bra.
"Like what you see?" Tasha asked with a smug look on her face when Freddie continued staring at her face (or just a little further south) with a vacant expression.
"Like you wouldn't believe." He answered truthfully, his eyes lifting to meet hers bravely.
Then Tasha leant in and kissed Freddie chastely on the lips before pulling back, a look of understanding forming on her face.
"I think I have an idea."
And then everything sped up like a video tape set to 'fast-forward'. Freddie was gripping Tasha tightly to him, his hands in her hair, his lips conveying more than any movement of his body ever could. And Tasha was moaning in-between kisses, the sound making Freddie feel extremely dizzy and heated everywhere their skin came into contact with each other.
Then his lips were painting a faint line all along her shoulder blade, sucking hungrily at her smooth skin as his fingers made short work of pulling down her velvety bra straps.
He'd never gone this far with a girl before, much less Carly, where he practically had to beat her away with a bat when they dated briefly after his accident. But instinctively, Freddie knew just what to do in this particular scenario, knew just how to touch Tasha to make her come undone. For Tasha's part, she and Gibby had done quite a lot since he had been her first serious boyfriend. But this was completely new and thrilling to her on a different level, feeling the full force of Freddie's desire crashing down over her like a tsunami.
"Freddie, touch me!" Tasha begged, her remaining doubt falling away completely at the feel of his warm hands on her body.
Freddie acquiesced and undid Tasha's bra, watching momentarily as it fell to the ground. Then he stared fervently at her full and perky breasts, the straining in his jeans becoming all too unbearable. He began with soft touches which soon turned to rough groping as Tasha's hands encased his and accelerated his ministrations.
"Freddie!" she exclaimed.
Freddie stilled the rest of Tasha's loud of moans by covering his mouth with hers, his hands stroking her breasts, delighting in the feel of them gradually melding to his every touch.
Tasha returned to the task at hand with clinical precision as she moved away from Freddie's wondrous hands momentarily. Then she pushed him back till he lay at a 90° angle on the futon and she was straddling him again. With expert motions, Tasha kissed her way down Freddie's chest till her lips were positioned right above the fly on his jeans. Her fingers snapped off the top button before pulling the zipper down so agonisingly slow that Freddie wanted to explode right then and there.
Then with some careful manoeuvring, Freddie's jeans were off and he was groaning sharply at the feel of Tasha's hand moving across his tented girth through his boxers. Tasha cupped him forcefully and let her hand glide up and down, creating a steady rhythm of gut-wrenching pleasure. He couldn't take it anymore – all this endless teasing was making him crave to be inside her like a flame that just kept on burning deep in his lust-filled mind.
"Tasha, ungh! Oh God, I need – you have to stop or I'll…!" Freddie managed to gasp out when Tasha finally took the hint.
"Do you have, um…protection?" Tasha asked quietly, finally showing some hesitation at the prospect of what they were about to do.
Freddie's eyes shot wide open at this.
Like any teenage boy innately curious about the human body, he kept a stack of condoms in a secret hiding place.
In his bedroom.
A good couple of meters away from the iCarly studio.
Before he could offer to go get them, Tasha had already climbed off of him. To Freddie's surprise, she had simply retrieved her purse from somewhere on the floor and taken out an object wrapped in foil.
"Tonight's your lucky night, Freddie Benson." She declared with a mischievous smile.
Ain't that the truth? Freddie thought happily to himself as Tasha bent over to remove her mini-skirt, leaving her in just a pair of white panties on legs that went on forever.
He didn't need a second invitation to take off his boxers and roll the condom onto his rock-hard cock, heat pulsing through it while it twitched with anticipation at what was about to happen. Tasha joined him a few seconds later, her lips meshing furiously with his as Freddie peeled away at her underwear, his hands lingering on her toned ass for a few seconds. Then he pulled her close to him again, their chests grazing tantalisingly against each other. Tasha could see the hungry look in Freddie's eye and it excited her.
Then he kissed her again and the world started spinning all around as Freddie pinned Tasha beneath him, his hard dick rubbing against her stomach. His easy dominance over her body was making Tasha throb down below in a deliciously painful way.
"Freddie, I need you now." Tasha whispered in ecstasy, the remnants of her self-control slipping away under his steady gaze.
Freddie moved in closer, feeling the evidence of her slick arousal against his thigh, making his head spin with dizzying force. He stopped his teasing and guided himself inside of her.
It was sweet torture: a strange dichotomy of tight repression and swirling pleasure coursing through both of them at the first contact. Tasha gasped in ecstasy and began moving her hips, urging Freddie on. And urgent he was as he pushed his hips forward on each thrust, pushing Tasha deeper into the almost deflated futon bearing the brunt of their forcible coupling.
With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, Tasha pulled Freddie in deeper while he kept pummelling her over and over again. Warmth and wetness met each other in a frantic battle as Freddie ground his hips against hers, his face finding purchase on her shoulder as he thrust in and out with dedication.
"Urgh, Tasha!" Freddie wailed, the pleasure beginning to numb every inch of him as he ploughed on.
"Yes, Freddie! That's it, just like that!" Tasha gasped out, chest arched forward, lost in her own agonised pleasure, particularly when Freddie's fingers found her sensitive bundle of nerves as he tweaked them mercilessly.
Her hand wrapped around his ass cheek and guided his movements as Freddie rotated his hips to hit her inner walls at a new angle that made her cry out with overwhelming pleasure. Tasha in turn squeezed at Freddie till his eyes rolled in their sockets with mind-numbing ecstasy.
"God!" he yelled, feeling his approaching release barrelling through him like a freight train about to crash into a hundred people.
"I'm gonna cum…" he breathed as he felt his legs start to shake uncontrollably.
"Me too! More, Freddie – please!" Tasha chorused, her hips moving in sync with Freddie as her belly began to clench with a familiar pleasure-pain.
Freddie obeyed her command, going faster and harder as his hips thrust back and forth, his fingers rubbing frantically against her sweet spot to bring her over the edge.
"FREDDIE!"
Those seven little letters of his name were evidently the magic words, making Freddie groan loudly as he spilled over and drowned in her, pulsing deep within and fusing their bodies together as he twitched violently inside of her. When the rocking of his body finally stopped, Freddie opened his sweaty eyelids and looked down on Tasha's chest heaving while she fought to catch her breath, her fingertips grazing her temple as if she was deep in thought.
In this light, she'd never looked more ravishing in his eyes, her hair tousled from the friction of rubbing against the futon below her.
Tasha's eyes met his and she smiled radiantly at him before their lips met together spontaneously. Freddie's hands encircled her shoulders as his tongue explored her mouth with unbridled passion. When they broke apart, Tasha was still smiling; Freddie was happy to find that her eyes were completely dry now.
Getting dressed again was only partially awkward, but mostly with a comfortable silence as they retrieved their clothes from the floor.
"I guess I'd better get going."
In spite of what had just transpired between them, Freddie still felt his heart throbbing violently in his chest when Tasha approached him, her hips swaying coyly.
"So…tonight was a lot of fun," Tasha stated by way of introduction.
"Yeah, it really was." Freddie agreed.
"Thank you for being here for me, Freddie. You're really sweet."
Then Tasha placed her hands gently on his shoulders and kissed him languidly, giving him a powerful sense of dejavu in his tenting boxers.
Then she bit her lip nervously, her eyes cautiously flickering over his as a faint hint of rouge crept onto her cheeks.
"Call me."
And then she was gone, just as suddenly as when she arrived. Freddie pinched himself hard on the arm just to make that he wasn't dreaming or that someone wasn't playing a really bad prank on him.
In the history of all things bizarre and unexplainable, this had to be the weirdest thing to ever happen to him on top of getting kidnapped by a crazy iCarly fan.
Then Freddie grinned stupidly to himself.
Bad news: He was gonna have to burn both futons in the studio.
Good news: Tasha hadn't once said 'Oh God No'.
Author's Note: Well I hope you all enjoyed the smuttiness up above. If not, then I would recommend some really expensive psycho-therapy :D In my defense, work has been kicking my ass a lot and lately I've been generally...frustrated. Not sure how many chapters I'll write for this, let's give it a college try as they say. Next couple: Sam and Brad when I have a mind to write it :P Cheerio!
