Vulquinn One-shots

Friends With Benefits ⚠️

It was fun and exhilarating at first, but then again that's how it always starts for anyone in the agreement of a "friends with benefits" relationship.

It started as talking about sexual fantasies, then trailed to sexual experiences, then it dissolved into dirty talk to each other. That's where the mess began, and I initiated it as a joke at first. Never once would I have thought he would start doing it back, and I would have never thought it would have turned me on as much as it did. One thing led to another and he rocked me hard that night to say the least.

From then on, it became a bad habit. We both talked it out and mutually agreed on this unconventional dynamic. Whenever I was alone at home and in the mood, a quick text would summon Q faster than you could ever possibly imagine. I felt the same way whenever he would shoot me a naughty text or two and wanted nothing but to feel him again. We used each other as an easy access to relieve the tension we had, and relieve me it did.

However, I knew it my mind was only a matter of time before one of us caught actual feelings for the other, it was a game of romance Russian roulette. In this round of the tragic case: I was the one shot in the ass by cupid's bow and I fell hard for Q.

At first, before the feelings took over, he just seemed sexy to me. His devilish smirk, his half hooded eyes when I knew he was up to no good, his baritone voice that made my skin rumble as he spoke, and —this sounds weird but — every detail of his arms and hands made me weak. The hands that gripped at my hips, the thick fingers that spread me open, the way his muscles bulged whenever he pumps my cock as I ride him, the veins that became more visible during our most intimate times. God.

But as time went on, when we weren't getting it on, his character shifted in my mind. The softness of his smirk and smile that seemed to radiate like the sun, the way he lit up whenever he dove deep into a conversation or subject he was passionate about, and the way his eyes took on a different light when it was just innocent fun. I tried flushing it all out of my head, I tried to ignore it. But ignoring it seemed to make everything worse and my heart run wild, it only made me want him more knowing I probably couldn't have him.

So now here I am stuck in a cycle of physical intimacy with a helping of romantic crisis on the side. I have no clue how he feels about all of this, and quite frankly i'm too scared to find out the truth for fear of things growing estranged. I slowly grew more nervous and felt small around him, unsure of what to do.

We were on set in an office building and things were rolling slowly since there were a lot of technical difficulties with cameras and other equipment. This left me and the other guys to just stand around and twiddle our thumbs until the problems were fixed. When I look to Q, he starts giving me the eyes, the ones that meant he was up to no good. He looked around and sneakily groped my ass and it made me jump.

"Q, you're kidding me. We are out in public and, even worse, on set. Knock it off." I whisper yell through the side of my mouth to him scared that he'll make a scene and someone will see. He does nothing but smirk knowing how he was getting on my nerves and continues for another 10 minutes to brush a hand against my ass or brush his hand against my crotch and inner thigh. He knows what he's doing, and I won't deny that it was starting to make me hard. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom, be right back." I announce and escape the scene. I detour and hide myself away in a side office and lock the door.

Sal: You better get in here and finish what you started.

I sent a quick text to Q and looked down to the now sizable problem in my pants. I dip a hand into my pants and rub my hard on through the fabric of my boxers, biting my lip to stifle my moans and get my engine revving for when Q finally shows up. When the knock rang out, I sat there for a second in silence unsure of who it was beyond the door.