If smut isn’t your thing, check out this fluffy RSJ fic.
A/N: You guys are jerks. I was trying to avoid falling in another hole after Rob, but nooooo RSJ had to keep popping up on my blog. Now I can’t even look at the man without going unf
Summary: Rich directs a Supernatural episode you’re in, but his “directing” isn’t just contained to the set.
Warnings: Unprotected smut (be safe), explicit language, bit of spanking, bit of dom!Rich
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The drive to set was more tense than usual. You tapped your fingers on the leather seat, knee bouncing in anticipation as your driver drove through Vancouver. You were taken down the same streets, the same sights greeting you, but the thing that was different was who you’d be seeing on set.
Richard Speight Jr. was your closest friend, the two of you having been around each other since you started doing conventions a few years ago when you became a well-liked character on the show. He was that friend you could tell anything, could joke about anything. There was no awkwardness or uncomfortable quiet moments. There was just you and him, and that was great. For awhile.
You didn’t mean to take a very strong liking to him. You had just gradually fell into the feeling, starting to realize you stared a little too long, laughed a little too hard at a stupid joke, missed him a little too much when you weren’t with him, lingered a little too long when you touched him. You were a mess on the inside, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do. Would you tell him or let yourself get burned from the intensity of your feelings? You still had no clue.
Rich was directing an episode of Supernatural, one that you were involved in. The thought of Rich at your side for the entire day, directing you, having his attention on you, only made you fidget even more.
“Have a good day,” your driver told you once he parked in the lot outside of the studio.
“Thanks,” you sighed, flashing him a grateful smile before making your way out of the car, your breath visibly puffing due to the chill in the air. You headed for the studio, knowing Rich would want to speak to you before you headed to makeup and wardrobe.
“There she is!” Rich’s voice sounded the second you stepped inside, that cheeky smile of his coaxing your own to appear as you walked right into his arms. He hugged you tightly, hands moving to rub along your arms to warm you up. “We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”
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