shameless || the weeknd

"best friends"

"So, I only tease for foreplay. Get over here and suck my shit foreal." Abel said simply and she scoffed, picking up her jumper that he threw to the floor and putting it on.

"You got what you came here for. You can leave now." Sidra smiled sweetly, trying to ignore his dick still being out as she looked down at him.

"I'll promote you to my best friend if you suck on my shit. You did ask me if I was satisfied." He tried to reason and she sighed even harder at his persistence.

"You wanna be best friends just for me to suck your dick? Now you really need to go." She repeated, gathering his clothes for him before throwing them to him. He shook his head at her reluctance to give in to him again like he craved.

"Actually, it's not anywhere in the contracts for us to even be friends, but wouldn't it feel fulfilling knowing my dick was in your throat?" He persuaded and she bit down on her lip to keep from cursing him out for using that type of degrading tone towards her.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're nothing but an egotistical man who's probably only famous because you fucked over some people." She started, and he nodded his head in fake agreement.

"Having your dick in my mouth doesn't mean as much as you obviously think it does." She finished, looking him in the eyes so he knows she was being serious.

"You don't wanna be my best friend, baby?" He asked anyway and she snorted.

"Put on your clothes, Abel. You got what you came here for." She repeated and now it was his turn to roll his eyes. She watched as he finally complied, their eye contact never breaking as he put on his clothes.

"I drafted that agreement, and as far as I'm concerned, we're both required to fulfill each other's needs for as long as I see fit," Abel explained calmly, balancing his gaze between her lips and her eyes.

She stayed quiet once he brought up the contract again in a more serious tone. She looked up at him as he got closer to her and her skin started to unnecessarily crawl at his obvious expectations from her.

"At least when you my best friend, we can get  as close as you want." He teased again and she turned away from him, groaning loud enough for him to hear.

"Stop, baby. Come here." He said once and she chewed on the inside of her cheek, hesitating for a second before stepping closer to him.

"I'd much rather you suck my dick like you were going to when you clearly wanted something out of me." He said sinisterly and she narrowed her eyes at his thinly veiled attempt to manipulate her for whatever information she was trying to obtain.

"If you don't ask questions, I won't ask questions. You signed the contract, lil mama." He said, his expression neutral as he read her reaction carefully. He already didn't trust her, but he could tell how on-edge she seemed after he brought up her dodgy motives in wanting to suck him off a few days ago.

"You're impossible."

"And you've been acting unnecessarily weird, but I'm willing to ignore it because I really want you to be my best friend." He smirked down at her and she gave him a dry scoff. She forced herself to give in to his smooth-talking for the sake of him not being any more suspicious than he already was.

She swallowed her pride on the subject, racking her brain to see if she could approach him from a less conspicuous angle than what she was going for.

Nevertheless, as he suspected her shadiness, she easily adapted to seeing him more than she was used to, splitting her free time between his mansion and her apartment for the next couple of days. He fucked her in all the spaces she would have him, their comfortability within each other growing as they continued to have raw sex.