Summary: Anon request - "hi my birthdays on monday the day before yours so i was wondering if you could do a fwb w zach and reader and like its smut and then after zach confesses he likes her???"
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, FWB relationship, confessing feelings, oral (f rec), hair pulling, biting, hickies, scratching, choking, unprotected sex, filth and fluff, also Zach will have his own place in this one shot.
Word count: 2.6k | unedited
Happy (late) Birthday! I hope you had the best day! Ily 🤍🎂
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Usually you and Zach were professional with the hookups.
Get in. Get done. Leave.
But something about this final time was.. different.
You sit down on your couch, finding a way to break yourself of this boredom that you've been trapped in all day.
A smirk comes across your lips as your eyes meet Zach's name in your contact list.
One of your favorite things to do, besides fuck him, was fucking with him.
You go to your text thread and laugh slightly as you type out your message, Hey so I heard that you were flirting pretty heavy with your guest today.
You set your phone down in your lap to lean forward and grab the remote. As you lean back, your phone goes off.
You laugh, shaking your head no as you read his response, Aw sweetheart. You sound like you have that bug that's going out? You know the one called jealousy.
You tilt your head, I don't get jealous, thank you. Strictly professional business, remember?
You laugh slightly, shaking your head as you wait for the bubbles to leave and his text to appear, I can honestly say that you are a liar.
You scoff, fuck you.
You pull your lower lip between your teeth as your eyes scan his text, Come fuck me yourself you coward.
You tilt your head, a smirk etched onto your lips as you type out, What are you doing right now?
Zach immediately replies, About to get in the shower.
You stand up, walking over to grab your keys, Wait for me. I'm on my way.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
The door opens as soon as you reach the stop of the stairs and you smirk as you walk in the door, right past Zach, "Thank you."
You turn around, eyes scanning over his shirtless figure, "So.. did you wait for me?"
Zach locks his door and walks over to you, "What do you think?" He smirks and leans in to close the space between your faces.
You drop your bag, hands immediately going to his cheeks. His hands slide down to slip inside of your sweatshirt, "Nothing underneath?" Zach raises his brows, "Must be desperate for me tonight."
You roll your eyes, "Yeah, whatever just kiss me." You pull his face back towards yours and his hands slide to your hips, pulling you closer to him.
He bends down, lifting you up and your legs fall around his waist. He walks into the bathroom, turning to press you up against the wall.
His lips move down your neck, biting and sucking little marks into your skin.
You whimper, moaning out with each new mark, "Zach." You breathe out, "Please."
He kisses back up to your lips, "You gotta take your clothes off for me, baby."
Baby should raise flags.
Red flags.
That's not in the can part of the imagined rule book for this.
But you just go with it, "Okay." You nod, letting your legs fall from around his waist. He sets you down, stepping back so he can flip the shower on.
His eyes meet yours then slowly trail down your body as you work to reveal it all to him.
"Come here." Zach reaches out, pulling you to him once your hand is in his. His lips are on yours, his hands slide all over your body like they haven't been there a million times already.
You slide your hands down his chest, nails dragging over his skin, and pull the band of his sweats away from his waist.
You slip your other hand down, "Mm. No boxers. Must be desperate for me tonight." You smirk and Zach shakes his head, "You're my favorite pain in the ass."
He smiles and presses his lips to yours, bending down slightly to push his sweats down. You help push them down before your hand wraps around his cock.
A small moan escapes and you smirk against his lips.
Zach walks you over to the steam filled shower, pulling the door back before he walks you back a step.
You gasp at the hot water washing over your body and Zack smirks, "almost as hot as you."
You bite your lip and pull him in for a kiss. Your lips move in synch, graduating to a heated, beautiful, full of passion make out.
He slides a hand down your body, biting down on your lip and tilting his head back as his fingers work your clit with small circles.
You grip his shoulders, parting your thigh as you tilt your head back. A moan falls through, causing Zach to smile.
His head dips down and he kisses down your chest, fingers slipping back to rub the opening of your soaked cunt.
"Z-Zach." You whimper, "I need you."
"What was that, baby? Couldn't quite hear ya." Zach whispers in your ear and you give your whole being over to him, moaning out loudly, "I fucking need you."
"That's what I thought you said." He chuckles quietly as his fingers slip into you, "Can you say it again?"
You rest your head back on the walls nails gradually digging into his shoulders, "Fuck. Zach." You look at him, scrunching up your face as he pushes his fingers in more, "I need you."
He smirks and pulls his fingers out, "How do you need it, sweetheart?"
You wrap your arms around his neck, lifting one leg to rest on the outside of his thigh, "I don't care how, just fuck me."
Zach instantly lifts you up, cock pressing against where you need him most at the moment.
You lean in, pressing your lips to his as he slips inside of you. You both moan, hands gripping into each other tightly.
"You always feel so fucking good." Zach mumbles against your lips and you nod, "Mhm."
You slide a hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. You earn a groan from him as you pull, "Shit."
You tilt your head back, moaning out loudly as his hips
Slam against your body.
"We can do this later." Zach says reaching over to shut the water off.
Your heart sinks because at first you didn't know what he meant.
He walks out, you still in his arms, and he tosses you on the bed. You let out a laugh, "Zach, I'm soaked!"
He crawls over your body, giving you a smirk as he nods, "Oh I know you are." He raises his brows and leans down to kiss down your body.
You let out gasps and whimpers as you feel him suck different spots into your skin.
His hands push your thighs open and he immediately kisses down to your clit.
You gasp, brows furrowing as his tongue laps over it, "Shit." You look down, watching as he licks down and pushes his tongue into you.
You tilt your head back, arching your back as you lay your hands on his head, tightening your grip on his hair.
He groans against you and you whimper, "Fuck, that feels so good." You lay your leg over his shoulder, pulling him into you more.
His hand slides a hand over, slipping two fingers inside of you as he kisses your inner thigh.
You slide a hand down, rubbing circles onto your clit.
"There ya go baby, atta girl." Zach bites his lip as his eyes flick from your face to where his fingers are. His eyes move to fixate on yours still rubbing circles.
"Fuck." Zach groan, moving his hips, "I need you."
He pulls his fingers out and quickly moves up so his body is over yours. He pushes your leg open further as he looks down to watch his cock slip into you slowly.
"Oh fuck." You moan, back arching.
Zach's eyes travel up and down your body, watching your boobs bounce as he thrusts slow and hard into you.
You reach as Zach speeds up his thrust. You pull the corner of the pillow that your head is resting on, moaning out loudly, "Fuck, fuck fuck."
Zach leans down, lips connecting to yours. He slows his thrusts down, mainly focusing on the kiss he's sharing with you right now.
This wasn't just like any other get in, get out time.
This was, dare you say almost like, lovemaking?
Whatever it was, you liked it and you really didn't it want it to end. Ever.
"I love you." Zach whispers, and that completely catches you off guard. You stare up at him, hand on his cheek as you try to decipher on whether or not it's an in the moment type of thing or.. what.
"I love you." He whispers, pausing everything as he kisses you.
You nod, pulling your head back slightly, "I love you."
Zach tilts your chin up, resuming his thrusts as soon as he kisses you. After a short moment, he rolls over and you crawl on top of him.
He reaches down, inserting his cock back into you and you moan into his neck. Your chest is pressed against his and his hands slide down to grip your ass.
The movements are at a slow pace, usually they're fast.
You honestly didn't think you and Zach knew what slow was.
He moves your hips up and down, moaning into your mouth as he slowly thrusts from below you. He slides a hand up, laying it in the center of your back, holding you to him.
You rest your forehead against his neck, moaning out as your hand slides up to lay on his cheek. You tilt your head up, moving in to kiss him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Zach whispers and you nod.
He rolls you back over, lips attaching to your neck as his thrusts pick up speed.
Your eyes roll back and you squeeze his cock, moaning as you feel your orgasm rolling up through your body.
You drag your nails up his back, earning a groan from his lips, his back muscles flexing under your touch, "Fuck, fuck."
He slides a hand up, laying it onto your neck as he kisses you. His thrusts grow sloppy as his grip on your neck grows tighter.
He pulls out, making you both gasp, "Shit." He breathes out as you reach down to stroke his cock a few times.
He opens his eyes and looks down at you, "Well fuck me."
You smile, patting his cheek, "I already did." He nods, a smirk growing huge on his face, "Yeah, I'll be honest. You did."
You give him a grin, "I think it was pretty.. mutual."
He tilts his head, "Um, yeah, I'd say so, too." He sits up, letting out a groan, "Great going."
"What?" You ask sitting up onto your elbows, "What did I do?"
He points to the bed, "You literally soaked my sheets."
You laugh, "That was all you. You didn't dry me off."
Zach scoffs, "I'm sorry, I had more important things on my mind." He gets off the bed and grabs a towel, walking back over to you.
He sits down, turning towards you so he can wipe off his mess on your waist. He stands up, "Pick a shirt or something."
That meant you weren't leaving. Which was, in all honestly, strangely weird to do. You're so used to just getting dressed in the clothes you came in and leaving.
You stand up, watching as he slips his sweats back on and walks out to the living room. You slip on your underwear and pull on one of his sweatshirts before following him.
He's lying on the couch, arm resting on the arm rest as he clicks through movies. You walk out more and he moves the blanket that's covering his legs, "Well don't just stand there lookin' pretty."
He nods towards the couch and you smile, walking over to sit down in front of him. You lay down, back against his chest, and he fixes the blanket to cover your legs, too.
"Good?" He asks and you nod, "Uh huh."
You chew on your lip, remembering what you exchanged.
"So.." you start out, pausing for a second because you were really unsure of what to say, but Zach knew exactly where this was heading and sprung into action, "So.."
You slowly turn your head to look up at him and he laughs "ummm.." he purses his lips, trying not to smile, "I want you."
He nods and looks down at you, "Like in the I caught feelings like an amateur.. well well well, if it isn't the feelings I've been trying to avoid kind of way."
You tilt your head slightly, "You're cute when you're flustered."
Zach groans, "I'm trying to be serious, here. Y/n, please."
You smirk, "Key word, trying." He rolls his eyes, "Fine then you don't get to pick the movie." You look back at the tv with a smile, "We probably won't finish it anyway."
"Whoa whoa whoa." Zach waves his hand, "Now before we go assuming the best possible outcome." He laughs slightly, "We need to make one thing clear."
"And what's that?" You ask looking back up at him and he looks sown at you with a funny look, "Whether or not you want me too, duh."
You laugh slightly and lean up plant a kiss to his lips, "Je pense que vous le savez."
"You speak French?" Zach asks surprised and you nod, tilting your head, "You don't?"
"Only between your legs, sweetheart." He smirks and you laugh, "Oh my god." He laughs, "Too. Good."
He reaches up and puts on a movie before leaning down to kiss your face a few times.
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The next day, you wake up, glancing over at Zach before heading to the bathroom. As you pass by the mirror inside, you stop and step back.
You turn and face it, leaning in as you move your hair.
You laugh slightly when you see the back to back hickies on your neck, "Oh my god." You whisper to yourself.
But then you get curious as to where else he put any. You lift up your shirt, eyes widening as you see the small bruises littered over your skin.
You look at the door as you hear Zach walk out of his room. You walk over, opening the door, "So." You laughed stepping out with your shirt pulled up above your boobs, "What are these?"
His eyes widen and he raises his brows, "Those, sweetheart." He walks over to you, hands on your hips, "Are the greatest tits I've ever seen it my life."
You smirk, tilting your head, "Thank you, but I was talking about the hickies." you pull your shirt down and Zach pouts, "Aw hey, don't ruin the fun."
"You fucking branded me with hickies." You motion to your chest, laughing as you look at him.
Zach shrugs, "Just gotta make sure that if anyone gets a peak, they know you're mine." He gives you a wink and nods towards the couch, "Now come on, let me give you more."
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To the person who requested: sorry it was a day late, but I hope you like it!
Anyway, thanks for reading! I love you all!
Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated! 🖤
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richard, on a friday
robbie showed annie some texts he'd exchanged with their mom. she'd asked him if he'd deletd the pictures he took of her yet and he said "of course not, i made it your contact photo when you call me."
mom: oh noooo
him: relax, you look great
mom: well thank u
him: perfect tits, cute bush
mom: i really hadn't trimmed it enough when you saw me, it was a mess, i've since done a better job
him: let me see
mom: lol!
him: take a pic of your bush for me
mom: you're so bad
him: come on, don't be shy
and she'd sent him a photo of herself in the bathroom mirror, in just a bra, smiling, posed just slightly, bush well-displayed. she'd trimmed it down to nearly a shadow, with very defined, angled edges.
him: excellent work, my only note is to take the bra off next time.
annie gave him a blowjob after that. "it's not my birthday or anything," he said, as she wrapped her mouth around him. she was very aware what she was doing -- she had to beat her mom at this.
of course, she already was beating her mom at this, and she'd casually sent robbie dozens of nudes and videos of herself fucking. but it wasn't enough to just win by a margin. she needed to leave her mom in the dust. she got robbie's cum all over her shirt and had to change before work.
ted had asked her out that night but she'd told him she would just come over and fuck him after a work event. the work event was another party richard had invited her to, a fundraiser for a nonprofit. annie wore a short black dress and a white, small pair of panties. no bra. when annie got there, she was surprised to see that richard's daughter was there too. "annie, this is my daughter sophie, this is my therapist annie," he said.
"wow, hot therapist," sophie said, grinning.
"richard has shown me some of your work," annie said. "it's really lovely."
"sophie's in the city for a few weeks as an artist in residence at AIC," richard said.
"impressive," annie said.
"not really," sophie said. "they just kind of hand those grants out. want to get a drink?"
annie was surprised but delighted by how brusque sophie was. she'd expected a wilting little soft-spoken french flower. but she was funny and vulgar and sharp.
"my dad thinks you are so smart," she said to annie. "which i know from a rich white guy sounds condescending but he really means it."
"yeah, he's a very earnest person," annie said.
"it's very sweet. my mom was the bitter acid that balanced him out. now he's fuckin' ted lasso."
"well, it seems like you're the acid now."
"i try but i don't see him much."
"that's hard. i'm close with my dad too. he lives in the suburbs but he's always coming to hang out with me and get away from my mom."
sophie laughed. "i know i have a dead mom so i'm supposed to tell you to appreciate her but my mom was kind of a cunt."
annie laughed.
"you want to do some molly?" sophie asked.
"of course," annie said.
sophie pulled her into the bathroom.
"last time i let someone pull me into the bathroom around your dad, she took a picture of my tits and showed it to him."
"very professional," sophie said, putting a pill in annie's mouth. "don't worry, if i take pictures of you i won't show my dad."
"i'm not sure i minded, honestly," annie said.
"of course you didn't," sophie said.
the night was buzzy, blurry fun. sophie often circulated away from annie, and annie made wide-eyed small talk with other people, but was always grateful when she returned. richard was mostly busy with others but winked at them a lot.
claire was texting annie, and at one point sophie caught sight of a nude claire had sent.
"i definitely didn't clock you as queer but i think france has fucked up my gaydar," sophie said. "no one is fucking gay over there. which you wouldn't think would be the case!"
"i don't know if i am, i just... i met this girl the other week and we impulsively fucked and i think it made us both question..."
"wow, the pussy was that good huh?" sophie said. "can i have her number? i haven't been properly eaten out in like a year."
"i'll give you her number, yeah."
annie texted claire. "i'm kind of busy tonight but do you want to fuck my friend?"
"female?" claire replied.
"yeah, female, very hot, kind of high right now..."
"yes" claire said. "my boyfriend is visiting home for the weekend. yes."
annie gave sophie claire address and put her in an uber. she went back to the party to said goodnight to richard.
"where did sophie go?"
"uh, i kind of got her laid?" annie said. "sent her to a female friend's place who was kind of in the mood."
"well, you two are already fast friends, huh?" he laughed. "have a great night, i'll see you on monday!"
annie took an uber to ted's place. he'd taken a pill, and they fucked hard on the couch, annie's dress still on, panties pulled aside. annie came three times on his cock, and ted finished twice inside her. annie was a mess, and took a long shower after. when she got out, she had texts from claire -- pictures of sophie nude in her bed. annie was surprised to see that sophie was fully shaved.
surprisingly, it came up in therapy on monday. richard was remarking on how nice it was to have sophie stateside for a while, living at his apartment, and the intimacy of that. he told annie that he'd sat in the bathroom and chatted with sophie as she shaved her bush in the bath.
"why?" annie asked. "it was such a great bush!"
richard laughed. "you know, I think it's a when in rome kind of thing. the bush makes sense in france. not as common here. i mean i don't want to speak for all women. she said your friend was shaved."
"she was?" annie said. "surprising. she was not when we hooked up a week ago." she laughed at herself disclosing this kind of thing in front of richard so readily, so eagerly. "maybe i inspired her."
richard smiled.
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