Author note.
So we're back up and running!
I don't know how many of you follow me on twitter or heard through tumblr what happened and why Friends With Benefits was originally taken down, but about two weeks ago, I notice that someone from another fandom copied and pasted the entire first chapter word for word, only changing the characters name. (-_-) I thought I was doing the right thing by reporting the story and author to the site since she/he had also plagiarized other stories, but imagine my disappointment when I was told that my story also had to be removed because of inappropriate content. *sigh* I just want to make it clear that it was not my decision to delete FWB. I repeat it was not my decision to delete Friends with Benefits from FanFiction. I was not left with many options. In the end I decided to rewrite and switch a few things around in order to be able to keep the story up. It's a little disappointing, but honestly, it's the only way. I honestly, never in a million years expected FWB to be as popular as it is in the fandom and with there only being five chapters left I did not want to leave you all hanging.
But thank you so much to the supportive gladiators on twitter who helped me expose the author. The crazy thing is, if the bold bitch had not favorite FWB and I didn't click her profile to be nosy, I would have never caught her. So, be careful to my fellow fanfiction writers because while my story has been removed this person is still at it. (She changes her profile name daily but I have the link saved so if you want it just PM me.) Anyway it's time to get back to business. Thank you again to everyone, your love and support means the world to me! - Red XO
His thick, warm tongue darted around her clit, catching every drop of her sweet nectar as it poured from her trembling body. Head bobbing between her thighs, he took two fingers and slid them inside of her, working them back and forth against her slick walls.
His mouth clasped onto her core, sucking hard and long. She arched away from him, her legs shaking, body continuing to trembling as she scooted backwards up the bed, but his tongue was like glue and he stuck to her, crawling forward, never missing a beat. Air filled her lungs when she gasped and inhaled deeply. Her moans were caught in her throat, and all she could do was grasp the first thing her fingers could wrap themselves around and enjoy the ride.
His hand grabbed her thigh, sinking his nails deep into her hot flesh. Holding her body in place while his tongue swam in deep. Zigzagging around her clit, licking her with so much force, he left no part of her folds unexplored. She was so wet, so sweet on his tongue.
She began to coo his name and he knew she was close. One more swipe of his tongue and he pulled away, his taste bugs objected, but his cock rejoiced. Their eyes; dark and glazed over; full of lust, locked together. She nibbled on her bottom lip, seductively watching him undo his belt buckle and strip out of his pants. The bulge in his underwear stood out in front of him, and deep pulses grew between her eager thighs.
Two steps forward and he had her legs tied around his waist, plunging deep inside her slippery walls. His hips rolled around in a circular motion, her body gripped him tight, enclosing around his length while pulling him deeper inside her warmth.
The heels to her feet pressed into his lower back and her fingers snaked through his thick forest of curls while her other hand gripped the nape of his neck. Broad shoulders hovered over her, sweat dripping down his chest and onto her as their bodies came together, joining in the most intimate way.
Sitting back, he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, opening up her body even more to him. He was suddenly a mad man, determined on losing himself deep inside of her.
The bed jerked back and forth, knocking against the wall, thumping against the nightstand. A serene rhythm echoed around the room while he continued to fuck her harder, hastening up his pace, pushing his length deeper inside of her.
Smiling down at the exquisite body in front of him, he traced his hands up her the side of her curves, caressing soft skin. It drove him crazy watching her body react to his touch. Her razor sharp nipples grazed his chest when he pulled her closer to him. His massive hands held onto her from behind as he elevated her body into the air. One hand on her lower back, the other on her upper, he kissed her lips, gently at first before slipping his tongue between her luscious lips, swishing the pink muscle around in her mouth.
Running the tip of his tongue across her cheek, he pushed her head back so that he could suck on her neck. With her head arched back, and her hands wrapped around the nape of his neck, her loud cries carried throughout the room. Her body was shaking as he filled her up. She dripped all around him, her walls contracting around his cock, she could almost taste her orgasm she was so close.
Toes pointed, adrenaline pumping, grunts and heavy moans, sporadic breathing; they both were giving it their all. Clinging to the others sweaty, electrified body, attempting to claw out the others orgasm. He continued to push and push, slamming his length into her core. He gasped when her nails cut into her flesh, the first wave to her orgasm beginning to roll through her. Her body clenched up and her lips cursed.
He whispered her name in her ear, his seductive deep voice; like honey, encouraging her to let go and cum from him.
"Let go." He whispered, biting down on her ear. "Cum for me."
She purred when he surged forward and moaned her name until no other sound filled her ears. "Olivia, come on, Liv."
"Olivia. Olivia. Let go, Liv. Olivia-"
"-OLIVIA."
"Shit!" Olivia popped her eyes open, banging her head against the headboard when she heard her name being called. Slipping her fingers from between her sticky thighs, she cursed her roommate for cutting her midday fantasy short. Glancing over at the clock on her nightstand, she cursed again when she realized it was just after noon. What the hell was he doing home?
In the three weeks since she moved down the hall from him, he had never been home before 5:30 PM, and even then, he only spent enough time there to shower and grab a quick bite to eat before he was out the door again. His days and nights were usually spent down at the local automobile shop where he worked as a mechanic. Leaving Olivia with the house to herself and a lot of free time on her hands to do as she pleased. Now, the average 22 year old would use that time to explore the city, shop with friends, or spend hours in the mirror in preparation for some hot date, but Olivia was far from average.
Recently single and unadventurous, Olivia was more of a homebody. She would rather spend her mornings watching 30-minute meals with Rachael Ray and her evenings curled up in bed with a book. One of her closest friends, Abby continuously nagged her to spend a night on the town with her, just once. However, Olivia always made an excuse and declined her invitation.
She wasn't originally from New York City and before she left home for the big apple her mother beat it into her brain to keep school as her main priority, and that was something that continued to stick with her. School was always at the forefront of her mind, and the mindset eventually paid off when she graduated magna cum laude from NYU and received a scholarship to perfect her love for cooking in France in the fall. She was just grateful that Fitz- her roommate- was kind enough to let her stay in his apartment for the summer until her plane left in September.
But while she was completely content with being single, she still had some needs that needed to be taken care of. And taken care of they were. She wasn't one hundred percent sure who the person in her fantasy was, but she would give an arm and a leg to meet him, just once. He never had a face, she didn't know his name, and barely recognized his voice. She just knew visualizing him got the job done when she needed it to be done.
"Liv, are you home?" She could hear his footsteps coming closer to her bedroom door and scrambled quickly to find something to throw on. An oversized T-shirt and a random pair of jean shorts would have to do. Quickly throwing her clothes on, Olivia swung the door open just as Fitz raised his hand to knock.
"Whoa." He stepped back startled. "You weren't sleep were you?" He asked taking in her disheveled look.
"No." Olivia chuckled to herself, her cheeks slightly turning red. "I definitely was not sleep."
"What were you doing then?" Fitz peeked over her shoulder to get a glimpse of her room. Olivia stepped forward, closing the door behind her. "I was- no- What are you doing home?" She asked, diverting the attention away from her. Crossing her legs, she rubbed her thighs together. She had no panties on and her fountain between her thighs was overflowing.
"I didn't bring a lunch to work with me today and on my way to grab something to eat I thought you might like to come too."
"Thoughtful, but you should've called. I already ate." Olivia lied, hoping he would go away. She had no plans on leaving her room, let alone the house anytime soon.
"I did call, you didn't answer." Olivia looked up and stared him in his eyes, noticing for the first time how close he stood to her, making the moment a bit awkward. She caught a whiff of his cologne and took a step back, adding some much needed space between them, but his manly smelled still lingered in her nostrils. There was something about a good smelling man that made Olivia weak in her knees. Quickly catching herself before she drooled all over him right there in the hallway, Olivia held her breath and refused to look him the eyes again, too embarrassed.
Instead of looking him directly in his face she stared at the buttons on his shirt. Starting at the bottom she worked her eyes up until she noticed the first two buttons to his shirt were unbuttoned, giving her a glimpse of his chest.
The dark blue uniform her wore complimented his skin well. It brought out his eyes and highlighted his broad shoulders. Olivia studied him closely, suddenly seeing him in a new light.
She always viewed Fitz as an attractive man, but never found herself physically attracted to him. Now did she suddenly see him as prospective sexual partner? Maybe she was just horny and her raging hormones were clouding her judgment.
But the man in her dream did have broad shoulders. "No, no, no. Stop it, Olivia." She reprimanded herself. She clenched her legs shut, squeezing her thigh muscles together and looked up to see Fitz watching her intently.
"Well will you at least come keep me company in the kitchen?" He flashed a pearly white smile and asked her.
Reluctantly, Olivia nodded her head and agreed to go to the kitchen with him. Fitz spread his right arm out in a lady's first gesture and Olivia led the way to the kitchen.
Sliding back on the counter and dangling her feet over the edge, she pulled a nearby cookie jar towards her and dipped her hand inside. Fitz on the other hand went straight for the refrigerator. His stomach growled, upset that he neglected to feed himself since late the night before.
"You came home early last night." Olivia commented, snacking on a handful of cookies. "I thought you had a date with- what's her name again? Smellie?"
"Cute." Fitz poked his head from around the refrigerator door. "Mellie."
"Oops." Olivia shrugged. She didn't care for Mellie. She always felt Fitz could do better. "But yeah, her."
"We did have a date." Fitz grabbed a beer out of the fridge, unsatisfied with his food options; he closed the door and stood back against the opposite counter. His pants tightened around his thighs when he crossed his legs in front of him, and Olivia scooted back on the counter. Once again adding some much needed space between them, before she reacted on her sudden urge to pounce and climb him like a tree. "We had a date, and the date went perfect -as always."
"Second?"
"Third. And you've seen Mellie. She's perfect. She's smart, she's beautiful, and she's funny with a decent head on her shoulders, but…." Fitz trailed off.
"Buuuut? What happened? I wasn't expecting you to arrive home before sunrise." Olivia half joked. "Did she not give up the goods or something?" She teased.
"The goods?"
"She didn't let you dip your hand into her cookie jar?"
"You know you're corny, right?" Fitz raised his eyebrow once he finally caught on. Taking a quick swig of his beer, he set the glass bottle on the counter and sighed heavily, finally answering Olivia's question "She gave up the cookies….they just weren't good cookies. They were more like stale, back of the cabinet, expired cookies."
"Are you serious?" Olivia almost fell of the counter trying to hold in her laugh.
"It was horrible, Liv. Just terrible. I've never experience anything like that in my life. "
"You're lying, Fitz." Olivia waved him off, refusing to believe his story. "Stop exaggerating, no way it could've been that bad."
"I thought it was a joke at first, too, but I quickly realized she was serious."
"It was that bad?"
"Olivia, it was a disaster. Scouts honor. The only thing she wanted to do was lay there."
"On her back?"
"Stiff as a board."
"The whole time?"
"The whole time. She didn't move not once. Changing the position wasn't an option. She wouldn't even let me kiss her…" Fitz lowered his voice and pointed towards the floor. "Down there. I am a man with an appetite. I need to be feed, I like to eat."
"Thanks for that visual, Fitz." Olivia screwed her face and crossed her legs. His words shot straight to her core and she could feel the heat growing between her thighs.
"If a woman doesn't want to do me then that is fine. I don't mind, but don't deprive me. I mean really, what woman doesn't like it when a man shows her a little extra attention?"
"I'm pretty sure she's not the first and I doubt she'll be the last woman to walk the face of earth and not enjoy oral sex. I didn't like it at first either."
"Because it wasn't being done right." Fitz explained, confident in his theory. Taking a seat at the stool next to her legs, Fitz took snatched the cookie jar away from and stuffed a cookie in his mouth.
Olivia rolled her eyes and began playing with her nails- something she did when she was nervous. "Maybe she's just inexperience, Fitz. You probably went all Magic Mike on her and she wasn't prepared for all of that just yet. Be patience with her or better yet teach her."
Fitz slid her back the cookie jar and Olivia laughed at his disgusted look. "Teach her what? How to have sex?"
"Well if you really like her you can. Or you could try and talk to her. I'm pretty sure she'd be willing to compromise if she knew how you felt."
"Olivia." Fitz tilted the stool back on two legs and glared at her slightly.
She giggled in response. "What?"
"That woman tricked me, I am not teaching her shit."
Olivia fell out laughing. He couldn't be serious. "Tricked you how?"
"False advertisement. A woman shouldn't be allowed to put on a sexy black dress, throw on a pair of stilettos, dance all over a man throughout the entire date and then not know how to have sex at the end of the night. There should be a law."
"Fitzgerald."
"Her tongue played hockey with my tonsils half the night. We get to bed and she barely opened her mouth. That's a technical file. She broke all the rules so I broke it off with her."
"It was that serious?" Olivia asked, slanting her eyes at Fitz.
"Yeah, it was."
"Bad sex is a deal breaker for you?"
"It isn't for you?"
Olivia turned her head sideways and pondered over Fitz's question before answering. "I guess it depends on the person."
Fitz set the stool back on all fours and raised both his eyes brows, completely baffled at her answer. "So you mean to tell me you will put up with bad sex in a relationship?"
"If I like the guy enough I will." Olivia sincerely answered.
Fitz shook his head and took another swig of his beer. "That is crazy to me. Every time I have sex I need it to be the best sex of my life."
"Fitz, that's not rational. Not every sexual experience you encounter is going to be mind blowing. That's impossible, and a bit immature of you to think that way."
"Sex takes work. Good sex is two people giving it their all. 100 % from beginning to end. Life is too short to settle with a lousy partner. Sex is supposed to be fun, and thrilling. Anything less disgraceful."
Fitz tilted his stool towards Olivia and she could feel the heat of his breath rising up her thigh. She was curious to know what sex with Fitz was like. He spoke with such confidence that sparked an interest inside of her. She felt her breast perking at the mere thought and was thankful that she never took her bra off. She wondered if he could feel the heat she felt for him radiating off her. If only he could read her mind.
"Look, it's been nice talking to you, but I have to get back to the shop." Fitz stood and patted her thigh. Olivia winced slightly and watched him dust imaginary crumbs off his clothing. "Thanks for lunch, by the way." He joked, walking out of the kitchen.
Olivia chuckled before turning to call him back. "Hey, Fitz, when you come home tonight can you bring a fan with you? The temperature seems to rise in my room at night."
"No problem." He answered looking down at his watch. He calculated how much time he would have to run to the deli and grab a sandwich before he was needed back at work.
Olivia waited until he slammed the door behind him before sliding off the counter. Pushing the cookie jar back the corner of the counter, she threw away the empty beer bottle Fitz left on the counter and made her way down the hall, mumbling under her breath. "Fun and thrilling. Thank you for that visual, Fitz."
Olivia was convinced the heat in her room had broken records for that night. Beads of sweat gathered around her forehead and her T-shirt stuck to her skin, the cloth material molding itself to her body.
She kicked back the sheets until she laid in bed completely uncovered. It was barely nine so she knew better than to expect Fitz to arrive home with a fan for her anytime soon. The air was thick, almost suffocating and it filled every inch of the room. The moon poured in through the slightly pulled back curtains, adding a gentle glow to the room. A slight breeze weaved in through the open window, but that did nothing for Olivia.
Sweat dripped down her legs and in between her thighs and her nipples swelled against her shirt. She groaned, rolling her head around the pillow in annoyance. She was hot both physically and metaphorically. Her body ached to be touched. Throbs built up between her legs and she rolled over on her side.
Her mind was still clouded with inappropriate thought from earlier that day, but this time the naked man in her fantasy was no longer a stranger. He had a face and a name. Fitzgerald Grant. Ever since their conversation he was all she could think of which bothered her because until this day she'd never felt that way about him.
She knew what her problem was. She was close to the 90 days with out sex mark and Fitz had accidentally awoken the sexual beast inside of her, and now Olivia was on the hunt for 'the best sex of her life' as he put it.
Tugging on the oversized T-shirt she wore until it hovered around her waist; Olivia pulled her panties down to her ankles and kicked them to the floor. Spreading her legs wide, she closed her eyes and slipped her fingers between her thighs.
Her nipples were solid against her shirt; rock hard, and her body tensed up completely. She used two fingers to graze the sensitive bud of her sex. Her soft moans echoing around the room.
She imagined Fitz plunging his fingers deep inside of her. His intoxicating smile filled her head, as she vision him staring down at her while working his thick fingers inside of her.
Pushing a third finger into her core, Olivia grazed her thumb across her sex. Her body trembled and her moans grew louder. She closed her eyes tighter and her image of Fitz became even clearer.
She continued to move her fingers back and forth, her thumb grazing her sex. She imagined her legs wrapped around her waist. She licked her lips, thinking of his tongue licking its way down her body. She wanted him to tease her, to make her beg for the tip of his tongue to rub against her. She quivered thinking of him between her legs, her hands running through his curls while he thrust his tongue inside of her.
She pumped her fingers even faster into her sex, hoping to push herself to the tip of her orgasm. She was so close that she gasped aloud, but no matter how she positioned her fingers, nothing brought her to the edge. Her sex was still wet, but Olivia was unsatisfied. Her fingers just weren't getting the job done.
Leaning over the side of the bed, she reached beneath the bed to pull out a small duffle bag. Opening up the bag, she tossed it contents inside the bag around until she found what she was looking for.
Since moving in with Fitz, Olivia refrained from using her vibrator much- if at all, but she felt that tonight was an exception. After all, it was his fault she felt this way. Lying back on the bed, she twisted the base on the vibrator until the vibrator function turned on.
She brought the tip of her trusted vibrator to her center, spreading the lips of her sex. She let it vibrate against her core until she shook in delight.
Inhaling sharply, Olivia arched her body up when she slipped the device inside of her. She exhaled deeply, sighing relieved. Much better.
Sliding her free hand under her T-shirt, she pinched her nipples. Holding onto her breast while her walls swelled around the vibrator. Her essence dripped down the device and onto the sheets.
Thinking of Fitz pumping in and out of her made her so wet. She pulled the vibrator out and held it against her clit, humming her grunts and moans out. Olivia bit back Fitz name before she moaned it into the room.
She pinched her nipples harder and yelped out in satisfaction. Visualizing Fitz worked better than she could've ever imagined. She couldn't hold back anymore and before she knew it, she was calling out on Fitz to make her cum.
Kicking open the front door, Fitz carefully balanced his workbag and the fan he purchased for Olivia on his way home from work over his shoulder. Setting his keys down in the glass bowl by the door, he used his foot to close the door and ventured further into the house.
His workbag was thrown to the side in the living room and his shoes were kicked off on his way to the kitchen. Setting the box that contained the fan down on the counter; Fitz swung open the fridge door and instead of grabbing a beer, reached for a bottle of water. His sore body ached for a hot shower, and every time he blinked, he could see himself curled up in bed, his body wrapped around a pillow, but first, he wanted to give Olivia the fan he promised her. The two seconds he stood standing in the kitchen had him ready to break a sweat so he knew she was probably drenched in her own.
The house was quiet, and he wondered if she were sleep. If so, he made no plans on disturbing her. Removing the fan from the box, he threw it over his shoulder and made his way towards Olivia's room. He was halfway to her room when he froze and listened carefully. He could faintly hear his name being called from down the hall, but he wasn't in fact sure.
Creeping slowly, he continued to listen carefully and heard it again. This time he was positive it was his name her heard, and it was coming from Olivia's room. Did she hear him come in?
Fitz stepped forward, he did not know why but he was now tiptoeing down the hallway. The way she was calling his name ignited a fire inside of him and he could feel his manhood growing. Her voice was soft and sweet, like a home cooked meal made specially for his soul.
Once he was close enough to realize that she wasn't just saying his name, she was moaning his name Fitz hands grew sweaty, and his heartbeat picked up, adrenaline pumping through his veins as all the blood in his body shot to his crouch. Olivia's bedroom door was cracked open enough for Fitz to peek inside of her room.
He pushed the door back slightly, and held his breath at what he saw. Her legs were spread wide She was completely opened and he watched in amazement as she plunged what he assumed was a vibrator deep inside of her core. She slide it inside of sex with such ease, he could only imagine how wet she were.
He felt he was invading her privacy- he knew he were invading her privacy, but he could not look away. His eyes were fixated on the view in front of him. Watching her slid the vibrator deep inside of her, until in almost disappeared and pulling it out completely. Her petite body rocked the bed, and her opening enclosing around the tip, and he knew it was a snug fit.
Lucky bastard
He turned to leave; embarrassed that he peeked for as long as he did. Ashamed that the vision he held of her would be embedded in his mind forever and would never go away.
His foot was barely out the door when he heard her call his name again. Shit. Had he been caught? He turned back around, slowly. Guilt written all over his face. He prepared himself for her anger, for her shamed and shattered face or at least an object or two to be thrown his way, but instead his ears turned beat red, and his eyes grew wide. Her body was shaking, trembling as she pumped the vibrator into her sex at lightening speed.
She had removed her hand from her breast and placed it between her thighs, working her fingers across her clit. Her eyelids fluttered and it was his name she screamed at the top of her lungs while her muscles clenched. She was still dripping wet. Her thighs were soaked and it made his throat closed. He swallowed hard and tried to shake away the discomfort he felt in his pants. They were becoming too tight.
He felt a bit cocky. This was definitely an ego boost. He smiled smugly, watching her pant his name. He admired her flexibility. She had on leg stretched back until her knee touched her shoulder and the other draped over the bed.
Fitz stepped back, and turned to leave again when his foot became tangled in the cord of the fan. He tripped and slammed into the door, dropping the fan to the floor with a loud boom.
Olivia eyes popped open and she shot forward in her bed. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught sight of Fitz legs tangled around the fan in the doorway of her bedroom. She wanted to giggle at his dumbfounded look, but this was not the time for laughs.
Their eyes met, and both of their cheeks turned rosy red. This was a new level of embarrassment for both of them. There was nothing they could do but stare at each other and wait for the other to look away. They both had been caught red handed.
Oh, shit.