from the fluff prompts, 14. “I love you and all but…” c:
thank you bestie!! tried to keep this super short and failed 💗💗💗 here’s a little friends with benefits aged down brio au
maybe butterflies 🦋 |1.4k | E
Beth and Rio are the maid of honor and best man for Ruby and Stan's upcoming wedding...and they're definitely maybe more than friends
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With one more appreciative slap to her ass, he pulls out and she lets go of his headboard to slump into the pillows, smushing her face into the cotton and groaning as she still shakes with aftershocks from her orgasm.
Feeling the weight of him flopping onto the bed beside her, she turns and finds a stark naked Rio smiling and panting.
“Damn, I think I like champagne-drunk you,” he rasps, voice gravel.
She hides her giggles in the pillows, still feeling the effects of that fourth glass she’d swiped and downed right before she and Rio had discreetly left Stan and Ruby’s engagement party brunch separately.
Ruby and Annie knew she was Seeing Someone, meaning she was having casual sex with someone for the first time since her messy breakup with Dean, but they didn’t know that the Someone happened to be their mutual friend and the best man to her maid of honor for Ruby’s upcoming wedding.
“Why? Because I let you rail me?” she muses.
He laughs smugly and they shift to slip under the covers, the sheen of sweat and the cool air of the loft combining to make her shiver.
He pulls her onto his sweaty chest and she goes easily, following his lead as his hand follows her ass, palming it. “F’real though…s’not just the champagne. You seem…looser.”
She strokes at his chest. “I think the two orgasms might be part of that,” she jokes, relishing in the way he ghosts his hand up her spine.
“Nah, it ain’t just that.” She looks up at him. “Saw the way you were dancing out there. You been happier since you left that piece of shit.”
She skips right past the part where Rio was watching her dance on the makeshift dance floor in Ruby’s mother’s backyard. And the part where he’s voicing how much he hated Dean. It’s not like he’d ever really been quiet about it. He and Annie had never really been able to pretend to tolerate him out of politeness like Ruby or Stan.
“They were playing Love On Top! What do you expect me to do? Not dance with Ruby?”
He allows her to shift the conversation away from Dean. “Nah, I knew you was gonna dance as soon as I heard what song it was, just can’t believe you still ain’t gotten a little better at it by now is all.”
She slaps him on the chest and moves to glare down at him.
“I’m a perfectly fine dancer!” she says, indignant. “And I don’t who made you the—“
She’s cut off as Rio moves swiftly, pushing her onto her back and rolling on top of her. With a hand on her neck, he kisses her to shut her up, something slow and deep, the taste of her still on his mouth from when he’d eaten her out until she came with her legs wrapped around his neck.
He pulls back and she wants to whine at the loss of his lips.
“Look, I love you and all, but…” Rio trails off, face pulling into a faux sympathetic look. “You ain’t got rhythm, darlin’. But that’s okay yeah? You good at other things.”
She can’t help the flutter in her stomach, the butterflies flapping their wings, at hearing him say that, say that trio of words, even if she knows he doesn’t mean it like that even after kissing her like that.
No, he means it in a “we’ve been friends for years and you’re like family to me” type of way not in a “we’ve been casually fucking for a few months and I’ve caught feelings that match the butterflies caught in your stomach” type of way.
And that’s fine. It’s fine. She’s fine.
She swallows all that down.
Before she can respond to his insinuation that she doesn't have rhythm, he dips his head to her neck, sucking and nibbling on her skin there, distracting her for a good couple of minutes, closing her eyes, and reveling in it.
“Maybe if you ever bothered to show me your proclaimed elite dancing skills, I’d be more willing to listen to your criticism,” she says, slightly breathless from the way he’s working her up.
He pulls back from her neck with a light pop from where he’d been sucking a hickey into her skin like a fucking teenager.
“Oh yeah? You wanna go dancin’?” he asks, eyes lighting up.
And, oh, oh no. This is dangerous territory. Abort. ABORT.
“No, I just meant—“
But he doesn’t let her divert. “Nah, let’s do it.”
She blinks in shock. “What?”
“Yeah, let’s go dancin’. It’ll be fun.”
She feels like her brain is a circuit board that someone just spilled a cup of coffee on in their haste, sparks shooting back at them as they yelp.
His eyebrows pull together slightly. “Unless…you don’t wanna?”
And she’s not sure she’s ever seen Rio look unsure of something. She thinks she likes having that power over him.
“Just the two of us?” she clarifies.
Because it’s a valid question. They didn’t typically hang out one on one until they started their extracurricular activities on the night of Ruby and Stan’s engagement when they’d all gone out to Rio’s bar to celebrate. They’d both been just the right amount of drunk and sad, both of them having been through recent breakups, in their feelings celebrating love while mourning the loss of their own.
So they’d gone back to Rio’s to continue the celebration and one thing had led to another. And now here they are months later, unable to let go of something that shouldn’t have even been a one-time thing.
He looks her right in the eye. “Yeah. Just you and me.”
And he isn’t calling it a date, but that’s what that is right? Maybe? Going out one on one with someone you’re consistently sleeping with? That's maybe a date?
“Okay.”
He breathes out through his nose what almost sounds like a sigh of relief, head going to bury itself in her neck. And she’d been so caught up in her own head she hadn’t even thought that Rio might be anxious for some reason.
She feels him smile against her skin, kissing her quickly before popping back up. “You gonna be a good student and let me teach you to dance?”
He bites his lip, eyes traveling her face and chest suggestively.
She swallows. “I guess.”
He hums, something sexy and satisfied. “Thank god. Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t make a damn fool of yourself dancing at the wedding.”
She gasps in outrage, pushing at him and trying to slip out from under him and off the bed as he cackles, but he doesn’t let her.
“Where you think you going?” he growls, keeping a firm grip on her. “We going another round.”
He kisses her lips, her jaw, her neck. “Wanna come in you again,” he purrs against her skin.
Chills run over her spine at his words as he continues his path, dipping down to mouth at her breasts. Her hand comes up to cup the back of his close-cropped hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
Pulling off with a pop, he brings his lips over hers but doesn’t kiss her. “You gonna let me do that, Elizabeth?"
He mouths over to her ear, lips dragging against her. "You gonna let me come in your tight pussy again?”
She feels heat shoot straight to her cunt, hearing him call her that, hearing the desire in his voice. How desperate he always seems to be to get inside her, to fill her up.
And, well, she’s desperate for it too.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
And he kisses her and she kisses him back, the swarm of butterflies growing unbearable at this point, threatening to fly up her throat and spill out of her mouth in some sort of confession.
But they don’t for now. She gets lost in Rio and the way he’s clutching onto her and fucking her so thoroughly. Deep and intense and so good.
The butterflies will spill out at some point. That seems inevitable. And maybe it won’t be a disaster. Maybe they’ll go dancing and one-time turned many-time thing will turn into something real. And maybe she won’t hate him by the time they have to walk down the aisle together on Ruby’s wedding day.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
The whole thing is a big fucking maybe. But when Rio’s panting into her neck and moaning out her name, she thinks, “maybe" is okay….maybe.
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fic rec bingoooo! how about a cathartic fic, a comfort fic, and a [squints] FREE SPACE? 💕
Why did I play this game??? So for the record, I am and will be extremely tempted to answer to ANY category with A Rational Choice lol! Show some self-restraint, Julia...
A cathartic fic
Rio Speaks His Mind by IGotTime, especially the first chapter. It's what it says on the tin. Literally sounds like my mind a few months ago lol
A comfort fic
I actually don't re-read much because there are already so many new things to read, the only fic I have been consistently re-reading is, ahem, A Rational Choice, but since I’m trying to rec something else, here, have My Shadow as Company by elisewrites @elise-jupiterstyle because it’s hot and twisted and dark and angsty, and... yeah, that’s what comfort is, isn’t it? Well at least it is MY definition of a comfort fic, do I tell you how to live your life? Jesus...
A Free Space
I guess that means I can rec anything in there, right? So did I tell you about A Rational Choice yet Tell No Tales by @riosnecktattoo ? Yes, it’s the Fisherman AU that nobody I asked for and it’s amazing and absolutely not weird, shhhhh don’t listen to Tay...
NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.
ummm ok. i see that tangerine but i have no idea if what i just wrote is gonna end up in tangerine or something else entirely (it might?! i genuinely dont know) but let's go. below the cut bc i cant write sfw to save my life
“Baby, I can feel you. Smell you. Hot, pulsing pussy wet and ready, all for me,” he taunts, not incorrectly. His thumb inside of her, damning squelch emphasizing his point. Her cheeks must be red, matching the inside of her thighs burnt from his beard. The usual ache of acute lust blisters, his eyes laced with familiar need, his tongue ready to tease either way this plays out.
thank you jay 💖 this girl doesn't know how to write fluff but I kinda tried? (I'm sure this isn't fluff but you know idk anything hehe)
(Set in that other timeline of post-canon, when everything is fine)
16. You came back!
Things got weird, to say the least.
Not with work or the kids or Annie and Ruby. With him, of course, some things never change even if you do, even if you outgrew whatever's been weighing everybody down.
Sometimes a thing as simple as a kiss can turn everything upside down and now she’s walking on the ceiling of her room, pacing her body and her heart clutching on her hand.
Is also stupid. They’re grown ass people. Who had sex before. Who had committed horrible things against one another. Who,supposedly, had left behind said baggage, enough to start over.
And when you do, there’s enough space for everything to happen.
It did. And she’s freaking out.
Beth left the bar because she couldn’t deal with it, Rio’s face still drilling a hole in her brain. His eyes closed, long black lashes fluttering and bottom lip quivering. And at first it was a brief touch of their mouths, noses barely brushing, before they’re both consuming each other’s lips.
And now she can’t stop thinking about it. This kiss won’t let her be, let her breath, let her forget the taste of him still in her tongue. The tight grip of one his hands in her hair. The way her own hand caressed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, his hard chest. But it ended abruptly when the backdoor swung and the bartender entered again, not even looking at them. What were they doing before that? Talking about money? No? They were flirting. He was flirting. He was being--
Nice. He had been nice for a while and it was fucking with her brain.
Rio said he liked her blazer. And it was so unexpected that she dropped her glass on the countertop and ate his face off.
So, she left. Went to her house to freak out some more. And back to her van, the car driving itself to the bar, again.
He was in the same position she left him, his against the bar, like he was waiting for her. Was he?
"She came back!", he says, cheering his glass to the air. "You came back!"
And he's being sarcastic, drinking all the content of his tumbler in one go, body facing hers. She could tell he's angry, pride all hurt for reasons unknown since she started and finished this.
Why did she come back? Ah, yes, honesty. "I think we should go to therapy. This thing between you and me isn't normal."
"You mean couple's therapy? We ain't one."
Beth drops her ass to the stool next to his, the same one she always uses while drinking at his bar, and looks him directly in the eye.
"No. We need medication. To be locked in an asylum or whatever. I thought we could keep it business appropriate. But we can't. It's not normal to be so drawn to each other after everything-- everything we've done."
She's being serious, dead serious and he's laughing to her face like it is the most hilarious thing he has ever listened to. And now she's the one who's pissed, her body trying to jump from where he's seated. But he's grabbing her by the elbow, keeping her in place.
"Nah, mama. I wanna fuck you. You wanna fuck me. It is what it is."
Beth knows he meant much more than that, but those words are the only ones she'll get from him now. It sits heavy in her chest that the twists and turns of their relationship doesn't have a logical explanation, nothing that will make her think that this is remotely closer to normal. So, she grabs the hand that's still circling her arm and squeezes it gently.
It is what it is, as he said. They're who they're. Want what they want.
this probably isn't unpopular but, opinion: Stan's anger at Beth that we saw in season 4 should've been placed closer to Ruby getting shot in season 3; it just wasn't as evocative when it was so belated.
Oh hey there! I completely agree with you, it was super belated and confusing at that point in time. Where was he in s3 if he was going to be upset?!
I’ll add to this too in that I don’t think Stan has any right to be upset with Beth at all though and I’m pretty sure that will be controversial. 😂🤷🏻♀️
Send me your unpopular and/or controversial opinion and I’ll tell you if I agree or not
