One shots

The Brother's Bestfriend (F×M) 🌶

His body is warm against mine, his weight keeping me face down on the bed. One hand trails up my thigh, while the other keeps my hands pinned above my head.

"You made it so hard, Ryn." He growls, drawing a low moan from me. He emphasizes his next words by rolling his hips against my ass with each one. "So. Fucking. Hard."

My eyes snap open. My heart pounds so hard I can hear it. Sweat coats my forehead and my breath comes out in labored pants.

No fucking way. There is no way I just had a wet dream about Alex of all people.

I take a deep breath in attempt to calm my racing heart, flip over, and try to go back to sleep.

~~~~~

"What are you doing today?" Ashtyn's voice travels through the phone, half drowned out by the sounds around him. He must have his phone connected to his car.

"A whole lotta nothi-"

"Great!" He interrupts me. "You're gonna help me set up Courtney's baby shower."

Courtney. Where to even begin with her? My brother's friend that just happened to wind up pregnant just after her birthday. AKA a drinking fest between her and my brother. They both claim they don't know whose it is.

Yeah, right.

"No thank you. When I said nothing, I meant I plan to do nothing." My eyes droop as I scrolled half-heartedly through Netflix. Sleep did not come easily after my unfortunate dream. I was soaked in more than just sweat, which didn't make for very comfortable sleep conditions.

"Aw shucks, you're cuttin' out, bud. I'll be by in an hour to pick you up, yeah? Gotta go, bye!" I scowl at my phone as I watch the call end.

What a little bitch.

Through many moans and groans- and perhaps a few curses towards my brother's existence- I eventually get ready. I throw on a dark tank top and light ripped jeans, then hook my arms through a lightweight flannel.

I make a ridiculous face at myself in the mirror, and resume sitting on the couch. I still have a little over half an hour.

By the time an hour rolls around, I'm anxious to leave. I don't want to go, but since I have to I'd rather get this show on the road. Plus, my shoes are already on, which always makes me feel antsy when I'm waiting for someone.

A knock at my door breaks me out of my misery. "Thank God." I mumble as I grab my keys and slip my phone in my pocket. "This slow ass dude is gonna be the death of me some day."

I'm still grumbling when I open the door, which I regret as soon as I see who's on the other side.

Definitely not my brother. Fuck.

"Alex..." I say in greeting. He simply nods at me, watching as I shut and lock my door. "Where's Ashtyn?"

"Busy." One word. Typical.

What's not typical is the effect it has on me.

I can still hear his voice in my dream. Feel his body on top of me. His hands on my breasts. His lips on my neck.