My phone started vibrating intently as I walked back to my car. Wednesday: your stats lecture ended at the same time as my modern languages lab.

Sliding it out, I glanced at the lockscreen, a familiar notification attributed to ‘Jezebel.’ With a light, amused sigh, I unlocked it to read the texts.

[Jezebel]: hey fuckface

[Jezebel]: you owe me tonight

[Jezebel]: better not fkn ditch me for Dnd again

Rolling my eyes, I resisted the urge to protest that it had only happened one time, and it hadn't even been intentional.

[Alex]: what do I owe u for, psycho?

[Jezebel]: I let you fuck my tits

[Jezebel]: dyou know how many guys spent the whole class staring at tehm today? U should count urself lucky. Privileged even!!

I snorted aloud as I unlocked my car, taking a moment to text back before putting the key in the ignition. Pretending my heart wasn't thudding in my chest, I matched your energy as best I could. It wasn't hard; you did have a natural talent for pissing me off.

[Alex]: like I would want to see ur stupid tits. Just tell me what you want and ill consider it

[Jezebel]: my place. 6.30. bring pizza and that stupid fat cock of urs

[Jezebel]: (IMG_20240305_08)

Opening the picture, I groaned aloud. “Don't fuckin do that to me,” I mumbled, adjusting my pants as best I could.

[Alex]: fine. But ur paying me back for the pie.

*[Jezebel]: 😈😈😈

[[[Thirty-seven minutes later]]]

“Not my neck, you asshole!” you whimpered as my lips and teeth grazed the soft skin of your throat, threatening to leave incontrovertible evidence of our current little tryst in the form of an embarrassing kiss mark. Pizza momentarily forgotten, I had you pinned to the wall right next to your front door, slumped like a puppet with your strings cut as my hand plunged down the front of your jeans.

“Why, you got somebody you're trying to impress?” I hissed, my breath hot against your jaw. “Slut.”

“Prick!”

“Cow.”

“Motherfuuu-nghh!” you grunted, buckling as my fingers finally wormed their way under your panties.

“Fuck, you're soaked,” I announced in pleased disbelief. “Don't tell me you've been looking forward to this.”

Your glazed eyes narrowed a little. “Don't get cocky,” you breathed, though the way you arched your back to push your crotch furiously against my hand told a different story. “You're just convenient.”

“Oh yeah?” I shot back. “And I suppose in eight months, you haven't managed to find anyone more convenient? Almost like nobody else will put up with your bullshit long enough to sleep with you.”

“You can't talk when you keep crawling back to me twice a week for a taste,” you sneered, though your facial expression seemed to be melting in place as you unconsciously widened your stance to give me better access. “Can't get any other women to look at you?”

“Maybe none of them are as easy as you,” I growled, jamming my middle finger - roughly, but not violently - up into your dripping slit.

I was rewarded with a breathy yelp, your voice splintering as you half-heartedly tried to push me away. “Th-the pizza,” you protested, but to no avail.

I liked cold pizza just fine anyway.

Something a little fun and perhaps a bit less developed than my usual. Frenemies with benefits have rough, angry, explosive and very hot sex, and then one or both of them catch feelings - as the great John Green put it, ‘the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.’

Of course this would be funny and full of banter, lots of trading insults and jockeying for position, trying not to let on how much they've become mutually addicted to this arrangement. Maybe we're both in denial, maybe one falls first and the other falls harder, whatever kind of absurdly messy fun strikes your fancy.

I tend to prefer third person and/or present tense, no idea why I wrote like this. It's just for the prompt. One thing I left up in the air is how we started this mutually loathsome but mutually beneficial relationship - the whole ‘college students' thing was a bit half-baked so I'm by no means attached to that premise.