* Ben and Jeff are your “friends”, just some guys in the mansion you talk to and smoke with. They’re cool, you guess. Little problem though, Ben is on your mind, a lot. You don’t know how he feels about you, but you get a feeling he may feel a similar way when you see a picture of yourself on his computer. You don’t want to come right out and say it, but you think of a good way to tease him, to get him to snap.
* Warnings - smut, AFAB reader, unprotected sex, oral (masc and fem receiving), orgasm denial, degradation, sexy pic taking ;), stalking (kinda, ben is just a perv who likes to snoop), smoking, stoner ben and jeff ofc
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* Notes - omg my second smut hello 😝 thank u for the support on No Good i appreciate it sm and im so glad that yall enjoyed it!! im thinking abt writing a pt 2 for it lowkey give me some ideasss. again, typed out on my phone so prob some spelling and grammar mistakes but if i read through it again and spot it it’ll be fixed! im not extremely proud of this one tbh but i hope yall enjoyy
You kick you foot against the wall next to your bed. Of course, you were given a room next to Ben, the loud elf with an even louder friend. It's a nightly occurrence, Ben and Jeff bickering over who's winning whatever game they're playing, who's turn it is to hit the blunt, the smell of skunk seeping through the wood of the walls and into your space. Months of this same routine. Months of the smell sticking to your clothes and kicking the same spot on your wall to get them to shut up. You're surprised you haven't kicked a hole through it yet, which you definitely could, you just don't want to get your ass beat by the boss.
They were your friends, of course, kind of. You talk to them every now and then when you catch them down in the kitchen getting a late night snack. You're all on the same sleeping schedule, so its more often than not you run into them in the dark hallways at night.
You turn back to your phone, sighing softly as you hear their voices begin to hush, your head settling into the pillow. You scroll slowly, checking the comments of each video you see, immediately forgetting what you read before scrolling to the next. Your attention span is shot. You scroll to the next, but your screen doesn't move, the video playing beginning to glitch, audio looping quickly.
don't hit the wall. it shakes my monitors :/
Your eyebrows furrow, tongue pressing into your inner cheek. How about don't scream so loudly when you're trying to enjoy your lazy phone time? You kick your wall again with a loud thud, a slight jolt of pain running up your ankle from the force. You hear laughter through the thin material, annoying and giggly. You roll your eyes, rolling to lay on your stomach, phone propped in front of you. You scroll absentmindedly again, hoping at some point your eyes will grow heavy and you can finally just sleep.
Then, your door opens with a creek, Jeff's voice drawling out as he steps into your room.
He says with a grin, like an annoying little brother who feels the need to bother you every chance he gets.
"So like, wanna come smoke or.."
A puff of air leaves your nose in amusement. You want to, you do, but you're not sure if it's a great idea. Weed makes your mouth move faster than your thoughts, spitting out whatever your thinking before you can even process it. Recently, your thoughts have been a bit…interesting.
Ben. It's Ben. He's been on your mind a little too much lately. You have no clue what sparked it, maybe the way he leans back in his chair with a lit blunt hanging loosely in his lips, or the way everytime he stretches his hoodie hikes up to show the sliver of skin above his sweatpants. He's just hot, but you barely know the guy, just smoked with him and Jeff once before and said slightly awkward heys in the middle of the night. You don't want to freak him out by letting your secret thoughts slip out while high.
The door inches open a little more, Ben appearing from behind it, leaning on the frame with a fresh, unlit blunt in his fingers, an eyebrow raised. You can't help the grin that tugs on the corner of your lip, lifting yourself out of bed and walking towards them, falling into step behind them as you all walk back into Ben's bedroom.
You've seen it before, but it still makes your nose scrunch up. His room is a wreck, to put it plainly. A ratty old mattress shoved into the corner with the sheets half off and a single, flat pillow. A monitor sits in front of it, right on the floor with wires strewn across the floor. There's a small loveseat, placed closely to the bed. Blankets are thrown on the cushions and some chip bags littered across it, for extra coziness of course. Two monitors sit in front of the couch, held up by a dresser that looks like it's falling apart. Then, his desk, of course. It's the nicest part of his room, slightly cleaner besides for the energy drink cans left on it. Posters clutter the walls, the one window in there covered up by a stained blanket nailed into the wall, and everything just reeking of weed.
You tease, following to sit next to Jeff on the loveseat, while Ben sits on the corner of the bed, his knees almost touching yours as he fumbles around looking for what you assume is a lighter.
“Are you gonna hack a lung up like you did last time?"
Jeff asks, an amused smile spread across his face as he digs inbetween the couch cushions looking for where the damn lighter went.
You sarcastically laugh, leaning into the cushions and crossing your leg over that other, looking at the half-broken dresser in front of you.
Idiots, it's literally right there.
You watch them fumble around a little longer, a giggle trying to claw its way up your throat as you watch them scramble for the lighter that's sat right in front of their faces. It gets boring quick, though, and you finally just stand up and grab it yourself with a muttered curse.
Ben places the blunt inbetween his lips, a smile painting his face as he laughs at how annoyed you already are with their antics, lighting it and hitting it quickly. A thick cloud of smoke exits his lungs, passing it over to Jeff who takes it greedily and inhales slowly. Jeff hits it twice, before passing it to you, his body relaxing into the couch.
You're high. Like, really fucking high. Two hours and two blunts later and you feel like you're almost melting into the cushions. For Jeff and Ben, it's not as bad, they're a little more used to it, still high but a little more there.
They're busy playing a game, one that you had no interest in playing since you'd just get yelled at by them, try-hards. You hang your head off the back of the couch, squinting your eyes as the bright lights of the monitors sitting on the desk behind you burn into your retinas.
Is that…a picture of you?
You squint your eyes a little more, tilting your head slightly to really see it. That's definitely you, what the fuck? A picture of you that you took last night actually, a simple mirror picture of you in your pajamas. You know damn well you didn't send that to anyone, let alone Ben. How and why does he have that?
You croak out, voice a little rough from smoking. He hums softly, long fingers working the controller, tongue poking out of his mouth slightly as he focuses on the screen in front of him.
You bring your head back up, tapping his knee with your foot. He snaps his head away from the screen, pausing it with a tiny flick of his finger. You point a thumb back at the screen on his desk, cocking an eyebrow. Jeff turns to look at it, his eyebrows raising and muttering a low "ooh".
Ben's jaw clenches, and you watch as a blush heats the pale skin of his cheeks.
He mumbles, the screen of the computer suddenly turing black.
"No, no, Ben. That was a picture of me."
"No it wasn't, that could've been anyone you're just high."
Jeff leans his elbows on his knees, nodding his head slowly.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole."
Ben places the controller down on the mattress underneath him, angling his body in a way where he's slightly turned away from you, avoiding eye contact.
You scoff slightly as he turns away. You feel slightly creeped out. Has he been looking through your phone, inspecting the photos you take?
And you feel worried when the feeling of being creeped out fades away and turns into flattery. He wants to see you. He wants to look at the photos you take of yourself.
Maybe he's thinking of you like how you think of him.
But, it's fucking awkward now, Ben silent and Jeff quiet as he waits for Ben to just turn the game back on. He probably won't do that with you still here, you assume, so you stand up, walking out of his room with a slight grimace at the heavy weight of embarrassment. You quickly walk into your room, shutting the door and laying down on your bed with a soft sigh.
So, he's watching you? Scrolling through your camera roll like how you scroll through videos every night. There's not anything super special in them, just simple selfies and mirror pictures, pictures of the sunset and random screenshots you accidently took.
What does he think when looking through them? Does he like the pictures you take of yourself? Does he think you're pretty? Is he hoping for something more? Pictures that are a little more…sexual?
You squeeze your thighs at the thought. Imagining his breathe hitching as he comes across a picture of you arched, bent over, maybe in a short skirt and a tiny top.
Your mind begins to run a little wild, imagining all the pictures you could take to try and push him over that edge, to grow so frustrated he can't stop himself from barging into your room and pinning you to the mattress.
God, you need to calm down, your body heat rising, wetness growing inbetween your thighs. You know you shouldn't do it, a big chance of it going wrong and him just thinking you're a weirdo, but damn you really want to try.
Just sleep it off, you tell yourself.
You tried to sleep it off, but you're not exactly trying that hard. It's the next night now, and you're eyeing yourself in the mirror. You look good, clad in lacy underwear and a top that pushes your boobs up perfectly, lips glossy and hair silky smooth.
Perfect time to take a photo.
You grab your phone, opening the camera app and flipping the camera. You bring it up, popping a hip out to show the curve of your ass, and clicking the button. You let out a soft breath, staring at the picture with a proud smile. Maybe he'll look at this one, stare at it and feel his cock stir in his pants as he rakes his gaze over the dips and curves of your body. You wait for a moment, half-hoping your phone screen would glitch, that you'd get a text from him telling you to come to his room. Nothing happens, which you kind of expected. Maybe since you caught him he wouldn't snoop anymore, too worried you'd think he was a creep.
You open the camera again, this time you turn to the side, arching slightly, biting your bottom lip as you click the button. You bring the phone down with a sigh, staring at the screen.
Only a minute passes before it happens.
Your heart speeds up slowly as you click on the notification, fingers moving against the screen as you type your response.
what are u talking abt lol
You lick your lips as the text comes through quickly.
u look so good. can u bend over a lil more?
You feel you stomach drop, the heat between your legs already getting stronger. Who would you be to deny him?
You open the camera, your hands slightly shakey as you fully turn, camera pointed towards the mirror as you bend your back slightly and arch, ass on full display as you click the button.
Deep down you knew you didn't have to actually take the picture. He's already watching through the camera and you feel it, but you still do, maybe he'll need it for later.
Not even three seconds pass before you're getting another text.
Your breath hitches as you read it, typing out a quick yes before you whip around to face your door. It's already opening, and closing quickly. Ben takes two long strides towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist, long fingers trailing across your skin as he leans in, lips capturing yours in a rough yet gentle kiss. A kiss that you've been waiting for, one that he's been waiting for too, it seems. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, feeling his skinny frame through the fabric of his hoodie. Hands wander, mapping eachother out, lips move against one another quickly, both of you pouring out the hunger and desperation that has been bottled up.
He backs you up to the bed, laying you down on the mattress and settling above you, trailing his lips away from yours and licking down your neck.
"You knew I'd see them, did it on purpose."
He murmurs against your neck, hands gripping the skin of your thighs and digging into the flesh.
"You're such a perv, looking through my pictures."
You breathe out, a whimper escaping your lips as his long fingers hook into your underwear, pulling them down with so much force he almost rips the lace. You're soaked already, you can feel it. He licks his lips, kissing down your stomach to the inside of your thighs.
"Yeah, but you like it. Such a slut, bending over in front of the mirror. You knew I'd come and give you what you need."
He lifts his head, wide eyes watching as he takes a long digit and swipes it through your slick folds, stopping at your clit and circling his finger slowly.
"This. For me to fuck you like the whore you are for me."
You choke out a moan, legs instinctively closing, but he pushes them back open, adjusting so your legs hang on his shoulders. He dips his finger back down, slowly inching it inside of you, your walls fluttering around it. He sticks his tongue out, circling the muscle around your sensitive clit, making your pussy clench harder around his long finger.
"So tight. I'm gonna stretch you, split you open on my dick, fuck."
He groans out, bullying another finger into your wet entrance, fingers moving quicker and quicker and tongue applying more pressure.
Your legs tighten around his shoulder, hands flying to his hair and pulling on the strands roughly, making him moan, the sound vibrating against your pussy. You're already so close, his fingers working you open and mouth closing around your clit. It's overwhelming and delicious pleasure, throwing your head back with a loud moan as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. You moan his name, your eyes clenching tight as you almost hit that peak.
But then he quickly pulls away, a loud whine leaving your lips. He lets out a chuckle, leaning above you to capture your lips.
"You don't get to cum yet, wanna put that mouth to work first."
He drags his hoodie over his head, pale skin and lanky torso exposed, before pulling his sweats and boxers down, dick springing out of the fabric.
Damn, bigger than you expected.
Long and twitching, precum beading on the red tip. You move on all fours, looking up at him as he grabs the base of his cock, tapping the tip against your pouty lips. You stick your tongue out, twirling it around his tip. His hips stutter, mouth hanging open as he looks down at you.
"Mmh, fuck, you look so pretty."
You moan softly as you take his length into your mouth, inching your way down until it hits the back of your throat, using your hand to cover what you can't take in as you suck. His moans and groans grow louder, curses spilling from his mouth. Then, he moves his hand to hold the back of your head. Slowly, he pushes it down, your throat opening up as you force the rest of his dick into your mouth. You feel him in your throat, gagging slightly as tears well up in your eyes.
"Oh shit, that's fucking hot. You're so good, doing whatever I say,"
You gag around his cock again, moving your head shallowly as your throat constricts around his dick. He throws his head back, a loud moan, almost a whine, tearing from his throat.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum already."
He gasps out, hips thrusting into your mouth, ears twitching and cheeks red. A laugh crawls up your throat, taking him all the way in your mouth again and choking around him. You pull away quickly when you feel his dick throb in your throat, looking up at him as he whips his head down to look at you, his eyes wide and jaw hung open.
"What the fuck, why'd you stop?"
"'Cause, I didn't get to cum either?"
He says, putting his hand on the back of your head again, trying to push you towards his twitching cock. You shake your head, sitting back up on your knees and pushing him to lay down. He falls against the pillows, breathing heavily as he watches you crawl above him, dripping pussy hovering over his dick. He thrusts his hips, digging his fingers into your hips to try and pull you down. You let him, though, desperate to feel his dick stretch you open. You slowly sink onto him, tip pushing past the tight ring of muscle and sliding into you, tight walls clenching around him. You moan loudly, mixing with the sound of his.
"Holy shit…oh fuck, that's good."
You're both wound up tight, relief flooding through your systems as you finally settle fully on his dick. You slowly move your hips, both of you moaning loudly as you begin to move. You pick up your pace, bouncing on his cock desperately. He trails his palm down your stomach, thumb dipping down to rub your clit, making your walls flutter. Your so close, his denial from earlier winding you up already, the coil in your stomach growing tighter.
"Ben, fuck Ben, I'm gonna cum."
"Mmh, fuck yeah, cum with me."
You can't even reply as your orgasm hits you, washing over you as you bounce on his dick, walls clenching around him tightly. You feel his dick throb inside of you, feeling his warm seed paint the inside of your pussy, his groans and your moans echoing around your room. You fall against his chest, both of you heaving from experiencing probably the best orgasms of your lives. He stays inside of you, curling his arm around your waist as he kisses your forehead gently. You guys stay like that for a while, until your hearts finally settle and you catch your breath.
"I'm sorry for like…stalking your pictures."
He mumbles. You giggle softly, lifting your head to press a kiss against his cheek.
"Well, it all worked out, so."
He leans forward to kiss you, smiling against your lips.
You guys finally cleaned up, and it's late now, both of you exhausted. Ben walks into his room, towel hung on his shoulder and sweatpants low on his hips as he opens the door to look for a clean shirt.
He stops when he sees Jeff laid out on the couch.
"Y'know these walls are really thin."
Ben rolls his eyes as Jeff looks at him with a proud smile.
"Thought about kicking it to shut you guys up but, I don't think you would've heard it over the headboard banging into the wall."
"Alright, shut the fuck up."
"You shut the fuck up, I was trying to take a nap!"
"You have your own room you asshole-"
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