closet activities

! DISCLAIMER! this is not my work it belongs to Not_Eli on ao3 and i have permission to post it

anyways here's free smut

Notes:
Warning - NSFW content. Please skip if uncomfortable.

Sometimes life can caught you unprepared in ways you would never expect. Sometimes it would introduce you to a reality show that will change your life forever before you even know it. Sometimes it will make everyone realize how much of an awful person you are. Sometimes it would give you the occasion to become rich and make everyone understand that you’re more than worth it.
Sometimes it would make you make out with your biggest enemy in the tight space of that closet.

Heather didn’t know how it happened. She was just supposed to scold him, because he was distracting her team.

That’s why she dragged him in that tight space. Just to yell at him hidden by any sort of cameras. She knew damn well they were being recorded. Chris had microphones everywhere. But she didn’t care much. As long as she wasn’t seen in face, she could always say that whatever video was fake. You can never know what can happen, can you?

And at that moment, while she clinging onto his shirt, Heather was really glad she made that choice.

“I thought I told you to back off!” She had told him, pointing at his chest with her finger.

Alejandro had raised an eyebrow. “I thought we already had this conversation. It’s just strategy-”

“Strategy my ass.” She’d scoffed, narrowing her gray eyes. “Miss CIT is now losing on purpose because she thinks she’ll enter in your graces. Gross.” She’d shuddered at the last words.

He hadn’t been able to hold his grin. “I’m more and more convinced you’re just jealous at this point.” He’d laughed, which make her eyes widen and her cheeks to color. She was suddenly
glad the closet was too dark for it to be noticeable. She hoped.

She’d yelled he was insane. He’d told her to stop denying her feelings – she would feel better if she just let that go. In response, she had growled and grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing his face closer to hers in the previous intention of yelling at him better.

But as soon as she’d opened her mouth, she noticed how his gaze began to fall. She had followed it, noticing he was staring at her lips.

One thing led to another.

And now his arms were wrapped so tight around her Heather thought her back was going to broke, her hands still so firm on the collar of his shirt her knuckles were pale white.

Despise it all, Heather couldn’t deny how goddamn good Alejandro’s lips felt on her. She absolutely loved how he wasn’t holding back, how he was consuming her mouth with his own. Her mind was completely blank, she wasn’t able to think straight – no, to think at all. It was all so intense it made her head spin. Her heart was beating so fast her chest began to hurt.

They pulled away just slightly, their lips brushing against each other which didn’t help at all calming their quick breaths.

Heather dared to look up at him. His pupils were dilated with desire and he looked at her like she was an hot meal and he had been starving for weeks.

“I…” she tried to say, but it came out as a weak breath against his face. He sighed and leaned back in. with a groan, his lips soon found hers again for a few seconds, to then travel down to her jawline, her neck, her collarbone.

Immediately, the closet felt even tighter.

Her skin began to tingle with each humid, hot kiss he left. She panted, her fingers reaching his glossy locks and pulling him even closer to herself. What was she doing?! She was supposed to hate him, he was her enemy! She hated his stupid, dumb jerk face… that was now buried into her neck.