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Hi lovelies! I apologize for the lack of posts this past week, I forgot to post this sooner!

The holidays are super hectic so I'll be taking a mini Christmas break. I'll see you all after the 25th!

Happy reading loves❣️– duckie

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Decorations

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: nicknames summary: christmas decorating chaos ensues a/n: I'm really proud of the pun in this ngl. and yes this is two back to back percy fics. deal with it, I love him

"Merry Christmas!" I cheered, bursting through the cabin doors, bright morning light filtering in past me.

Percy groaned, pulling the blanket up over his face. "It's December first," he protested.

"Exactly. It's time to decorate!" I skipped into the room, trailing streamers and ornaments after me. He sat up just enough to look at the clock on his beside table, giving me a new glare when he read the time.

"At seven in the morning? Are you trying to kill me, sweet girl?"

"You're not going to die from sleep deprivation. Now, get up and help!" I had already started jumping from bunk to bunk, hanging blue and silver tinsel from the windows.

Percy slowly crawled out of bed, making his way to the bags I'd carried in. "What even is this stuff?" He pulled a stuffed shark out the pile, fit with a sewn on hat and beard. "Really?"

"It's Santa Jaws!"

He stared at me for moment, his mouth dropping slightly. "Wow. You're way too proud of that."

"Excuse me! You can complain about my puns all you want if you're helping." I turned away from him, fixing a little piece of mistletoe over the doorway.

Percy settled on setting up a silver tree by the fountain, trimming it in shimmering blues that reflected the water beside it as I strung twinkle lights across the ceiling.

"Alright, sweet girl," Percy called from his post. "Do you wanna do the honors of the star?"

"Yes!" I cheered, hopping up from where I'd been stringing popcorn and cranberries. I skipped over to his side as he handed me the tree topper, shaped like a starfish.

"Hold on," he gently warned before lifting me by my hips and setting me on his shoulder. Percy held me in place as I leaned forward, placing the star on the tree.

"Ta-da!"

"Beautiful, angel. Are you happy now?" he asked, lowering me to his arms.

"I will be."

"Why does that sound that something I'm gonna hate?"

"I may have gotten us match reindeer onesies."

"Of course you did," he laughed.

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Whale Podcasts

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: none really summary: percy seems to really enjoy your whale sounds a/n: not my idea, but I lost the post that inspired this

I hit play on my phone, the sounds of whales filling the empty room as I rolled back under the covers. I had just gotten comfortable when Percy came into the cabin, loudly shutting the door behind him.

"Move over, sweet girl," he said nudging my side.

"You have plenty of room," I protested, pulling the blanket closer around me.

He let out a dramatic sigh, falling into bed next to me. "Trying to make me sleep on the edge," he mumbled, wrapping himself around me as he settled under the covers.

The room fell silent as I rested my head on his chest, listening to the soothing combination of his breathing and the whale sounds. The fountain in the corner trickled, adding to the ambiance. I was just drifting off when Percy let out a shocked, "No way."

"What?" I mumbled, waking back up.

"I can't believe she just said that."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Helen just called Sarah a bitch because she stole her krill."

I lifted myself off of his chest, looking up at him. "Again. What the hell are you taking about?"

"Your whale sounds," he answered, as if it had been obvious.

I looked at the speaker on his nightstand, slowly processing his words. "You can understand them?"

"Of course I can. I can understand all sea life."

"I guess... I didn't realize that extended to recordings. Have you just been listening to these whales talk this whole time?"

"Yeah, it's like a podcast, but if they exclusively talked about kelp and krill. And occasionally small fish," Percy added helpfully, watching my expression with amusement.

"Oh." I laid my head against his chest again. "What are they saying now?"

He paused to listen, before breaking out into a laugh. "Sarah just told Helen her kids look like dolphins."

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The Little Princess

pairing: postorder66!obi-wan kenobi x younger!reader genre: kinda angsty content/warnings: big age gap (roughly 30 yrs), set about 5 yrs after kenobi, mentions of obi-wan's past summary: obi-wan decides to share more of his past a/n: I definitely didn't cry writing this...

"Do you remember that friend I told you about? The Jedi that married?"

I sat up in bed, watching Obi-Wan undo his tunic. "Yeah? What about him?"

"Did I ever mention that his wife was pregnant when the Clone Wars ended?"

I sat up straighter, my attention hooked as he spoke. His eyes only briefly met mine before they fell back to the floor, his hands still working on shedding layers. "Really? Wasn't that forbidden?"

"So was getting married," he reminded with a laugh. "But he didn't care. Always did his own thing." He looked off towards the corner of the room, a sad smile on his face. "That was Anakin... But yes, she was pregnant, and died giving birth to the baby."

"Oh," I said quietly, my posture slumping again.

"With the fall of the order and the republic, I had to hide her," Obi-Wan continued, slipping into bed next to me. He took my hand in his, but still refused to meet my eyes. "Leia, she had named her. Beautiful baby girl." I ran my thumb across the back of his hand, trying somehow to keep the sorrow out of his eyes. "I left her with a dear friend of both myself and her parents, where I knew she'd be safe." Obi-Wan finally met my eyes, squeezing my hand. He looked on the brink of tears, despite the way the corners of his lips turned up. "Since then I've only seen her once, a few years ago. That alone was more than I could've ever hoped for." He paused, a tear breaking free and rolling down his cheek. "My God, she looked so grown up." A diluted sob racked through him as other tears joined the first. "The spitting image of her mother, but she has her father's will. No doubt about that." Obi-Wan let out a weak laugh at the the thought. I mindlessly brought my free hand to his cheek, wiping his tears. "I don't imagine I'll ever see her again. Not unless she's in some situation so dire I'm her only chance, and that alone would be reason enough for me to stay away. I'd give everything to keep her safe." He broke down, another harsh wave of sobs hitting him as I pulled him towards my chest, holding him tight.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked through my own broken voice, thick from suppressed tears.

"Not every part of my life can be a lie. I've told you too much as it is, but I want you to know." 

I hugged him tighter, rubbing his back. I knew that even this wasn't the whole truth, just the closest he could get to it, but the fact that he chose to tell me this much said enough. I thought about the time he'd spent here—over a decade—in arguably one of the worst parts of the galaxy, with only a handful of familiar faces, Owen and his nephew. One of which didn't particularly like him, for whatever part of his past he knew, and the other which hardly knew him, and wasn't able to.

I was crying right alongside him, painfully aware of the ache in his voice, and ever-present torment in his eyes. He spoke of this little girl just as he spoke of Anakin, Padme, Ahsoka, or Cody. But there was a clear difference with her. He'd gotten to know and love the others for years, this girl he only got to love, but was never allowed to know, despite the way she clearly meant so much to him.

I cupped Obi-Wan's cheek, turning his head up towards me. "Is this why you wanted me to meet Owen and Luke?" His eyes were red and watery, his cheeks each soaked from crying. He was looking at me now the same way he had at Luke, the same way he did when he talked about Leia. I would most likely never know what made Luke almost as special as the girl, but he revered him with almost as much pain, and just as much admiration. "They're the last bit of your past you have here."

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. "They were—were all I had before you."

"I may stress you out most of the time, but you're stuck with me through thick and thin," I teased, earning a weak laugh.

He laid against my chest, pushing me back down to the mattress. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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The Time Ferris Bueller Was Actually Sick

pairing: ferris bueller x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: illness obvi summary: ferris insists he isn't sick, but you know better (much to his dismay)

I swung the front door shut behind me, Ferris already wandering out of kitchen at the sound. He'd clearly made some attempt of getting ready—his hair combed, dressed with his shoes on—though it didn't keep him from looking like hell.

"Before you say anything," he hurried out, his voice stuffy and weak. "I am totally and completely fine."

"Bullshit. Sit down and get yourself undressed, I'm making you soup."

Despite his current state, he responded with a cheeky smirk, his eyes flicking up and down my body. "This is just a plot to get me naked."

"No," I tried again, pushing past him to get into the kitchen. "This is a plot to get you back into your pajamas."

He let out a disappointed whine, slowly trailing after me. "I'm already free from school, we should go do something. Go downtown, grab a bite, cruise around?"

I dug through the pantry, gathering a few different cans of soup. "Or, you could lay down and consume a sufficient amount of liquids. Do you want cream of chicken, or tomato?"

Ferris scrunched up his nose. "Do we not have chicken noodle?"

"Not that I can see."

"Tomato," he answered. "But you might as well not even bother with it, because I'm already dressed and ready to leave."

I started a pot on the store, pouring in the can of soup. He leaned against the kitchen island, supporting himself with some difficultly. "I'm not letting you go anywhere like that. Seriously, go upstairs and change. This won't take long."

"I'm telling you, I'm f—fi—" He cut himself off with a junky cough, which triggered an avalanche, one cough after another until he was bent over the counter, dry heaving from the force.

I cringed. "Yeah, totally fine."

"Completely normal occurrence," he wheezed, barely able to lift his head enough to look at me. "Just a bit of poor timing."

"I think you meant to say karma. This is the 7th time you've been out of school in the past two months. It was bound to catch up with you."

"Suddenly having a good time is a crime?" he asked, dropping his head back to the cool tile.

"The way you do it? Sometimes, yes. Now, go upstairs."

"Fine," he groaned, taking a minute before he slowly lugged himself out of the room. A few seconds later the front door clicked shut, immediately grabbing my attention.

"Are you kidding me?" I said to the empty room, hurrying out the door behind him. I wasn't too worried about catching him however, as he was stopped in the middle of the driveway, hands on his knees as he panted. "Give up yet?"

Ferris shook his head, forcing himself two steps further. He stopped again, slowly lowering himself to the pavement. "Now I give up."

I rolled my eyes, coming to stand over him. "Let's get you back inside."

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Late Nights

pairing: stereotypical techie!benji dunn x experienced fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: reader's wearing a skirt, dry humping, cumming in underwear summary: benji's needy after a night out, and also exhausted

I trotted up the stairs ahead of Benji, who slowly trailed behind me. I was still full of energy from the night, whereas he'd answered every question on the way home with incoherent mumbles.

"Come on," I urged, pulling him along by his wrist.

"'M tired," he answered, stepping into the hallway.

"Then wouldn't you want to get home faster?"

He furrowed his brows, watching me with dazed eyes. "Good point."

"I know." I slid my hand into his pocket as we walked, retrieving his keyring. Dropping his wrist, I opened the door to his apartment, leading the way in. "Sit down. I'll get you tea." He blindly obeyed, not bothering to think for himself anymore.

In a few minutes I was padding back to the living room, sitting a fresh cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him. Benji had left his jacket and shoes in a heap by the door, and had seemingly only undone the top two buttons of his shirt before he gave up.

"Still with me?" I asked with a laugh, settling next to him on the sofa.

He slowly turned his head towards me, a hand coming to take mine. "Always."

"Okay, you little romantic. Someone's delirious."

"No, no," he mumbled, the slur of his voice only proving my point.

"It's okay," I teased. "I still love you." I leaned forward to kiss him, his hand immediately cupping my cheek as my lips met his. He let out an unfiltered moan, sloppily deepening the kiss. His hands slipped into my hair, pulling me closer as I gently tugged the open collar of his shirt.

"Mm," I hummed against his lips. "What happened to being tired?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' about," he slurred, barely taking his lips off mine as he hungrily kissed me between each word. The exhaustion may not have left his body, but it was as far gone from his mind as possible. Benji's hands traced their way down my curves, settling on my ass. He found the hem of my skirt with ease, pushing it up as he tugged me closer, moaning as I ran my teeth along his bottom lip.

"You're awful touchy when you're tired," I laughed. Normally the slightest bit of intimacy, and he would be a blushing mess. Now, he was too preoccupied to think, simply set on having me as close as possible. I gave in to his wishes, letting him pull me on to his lap as I reconnected our lips, swirling my tongue with his.

"Just need you," he whined. I laughed at his desperation, causing him to roll his hips against me. I gasped as I felt his erection through his jeans, immediately resting my clothed pussy over him.

"Need me, baby?" My tone was devious, though he didn't seem to notice, his breathing heavy as he frantically nodded, his eyes fluttering. I rolled my hips in response, earning a sharp moan, his grip on my ass tightening. "I'll take care of you," I hummed, undoing the button on his jeans to push them down just enough, his covered erection leaving a wet circle of precum on his underwear. I pressed myself on to him again, giving another roll of my hips.

Benji threw his head back at the feeling, bringing a proud smirk to my face as I trailed kisses across his jaw, then down his neck. He shamelessly groped my ass, lightly rocking my hips against his in the process. We both stuttered out soft moans as his clothed tip pressed against me. He pressed his tip against my covered clit, his precum soaking through the fabric. I nipped the skin of his neck at the action, earning a sharp gasp of surprise. Benji's hips bucked against me with his noise, triggering another avalanche of moans as he found a crude rhythm against me.

"Feel that?" I asked, grinding the wet patch of my underwear against him. He whined, throwing his head back against the couch. "Come on, baby. Answer me. Do you feel how wet I am because of you?"

Benji choked out a moan, struggling to meet my eyes again. "Y—yes. So—so wet." He squeezed my ass, pushing me down on him. I let out a little laugh at his neediness, savoring his moans as I brought my mouth back to his neck. I sucked his sweet spot, rolling my hips on his dick. He'd completely soaked through his underwear, the fabric now translucent to better show the outline of his tip. "Fuck!" Benji cried, letting his hips rut against me.

"That's it, baby," I moaned. His dick twitched against my pussy as I moved to suck closer to his collar bone, my previous spot already forming a mark. Benji's moans came out stuttered, bucking into me at a reckless pace. "Feels so good. Doing such a good job," I cooed, arching my back at the feeling of his cock rubbing against me.

"So—so close. Can I?" he cried, pushing his head into the crook of my neck.

"Go ahead, baby."

A few more harsh thrusts and we were both cumming, Benji muffling his desperate moans against my neck as his cum pooled in his underwear. Each desperate buck earn a sharp whine, tempting me to just keep fucking him. I pulled his head back by his hair, savoring the spacey, fucked out look he had.

"You look so pretty like this," I panted, letting my hips rest over his soaked lap. "Are you my pretty boy?"

He nodded weakly, the exhaustion coming back to him.

I stifled a laugh at his actions, cupping his face in my palms "Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, okay?"

"Y—Yeah."

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Whipped

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: I think it's literally just him being head over heels and derek being a (loving) asshole, harmless teasing summary: spencer gets teased for being "whipped"

As soon as I fell back onto the plane's sofa, Spencer had his head in my lap, mindlessly playing with the seam on my jeans, staring across the thin walkway. I ran a hand through his hair, flipping through a file with the other.

Spencer rolled over to look up at me, batting his eyelashes as he spoke. "Did you grab the book off my nightstand before we left?"

I paused, looking down at him. "Yeah, should be in your suitcase."

He nodded with a hum, still watching me. A minute or more passed before he spoke again. "You're so pretty," he murmured.

"You're so whipped," Derek chimed in with a laugh.

"Oh, leave him alone," Emily chided, not even bothering to look up from her own cases files.

"So, totally, completely whipped."

Spencer blushed, trying to hide his face against me the best he could, his arms wrapping around my waist. Derek only laughed harder at the sight, that teasing grin plastered on his face.

"Mind your own business. Didn't you have some crossword puzzle you were failing at?"

"How does someone fail at a crossword?" JJ asked.

"Thank you!" I said, gesturing towards her. Derek's previous smug look had fallen some, but he persevered nonetheless, turning his attention back to Spencer.

"My crossword difficulties have nothing to do with your boyfriend. Who by the way, looks like he's fallen asleep." His expression had turned to one of confusion, his argument fallen as he noticed Spencer's still form, pressed against my stomach, arms slack around me.

I ran a hand over his hair, pushing it back to see his eyes shut, his breathing slow and measured. "Looks like it," I whispered, not bothering to take my eyes off of him.

"You two deserve each other," Derek said, his tone lovingly sweet, despite his teasing.

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Familiar Faces

pairing: postorder66!obi-wan kenobi x younger!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: big age gap (roughly 30 yrs), set about 5 yrs after kenobi, reader teases him about age gap summary: obi-wan takes you to meet someone special

I slid off the back of the speeder, running to the door before Obi-Wan could even switch off the engine. I was practically bouncing in place, waving him on.

"You are a child," he said simply, finally making his way to my side, his voice already tired, despite the early hour.

"Pedophile," I replied.

Besides an eye roll, I got nothing in return. He knew by now that there was no reason to reward my antagonizing, as it'd get him nowhere.

He followed me into the small store, rattling off a list of things we needed. "You get the black melon, h'kak beans, and tubers. I'll get the japor wood and kattana. Good?"

"Good," I said with a nod, skipping off to the bins of produce. Once I'd selected a decent batch of fruits and vegetables, I wandered off to find Obi-Wan. When I found him, he had two bundles in hand—one of fiber, one of wood—along with a small figurine of an R-model droid.

"Taking up collecting?" I asked, resting my chin on his shoulder. He seemed to jump at my voice, then gave me a confused glance before he remembered the item in his hand.

"Oh, no. I'd like to get it for a... a friend."

"You're friends with other children?" I asked with a dramatic gasp.

"Don't call yourself that," he huffed, scrunching his face.

"You started it."

"Can we just pay for these things and go?"

"I guess." He followed me to the counter, piling our items up before stacking them into a tote. Once outside I secured our haul to the back of the speeder, settling behind him. 

It was no more than ten minutes when I realized we weren't going the right way, leaning forward to speak into his ear. "Get lost, old man?"

"There's someone I want you to meet," he called back. I tried to ask more, but he stayed silent until the speeder stopped.

"Come here," he said, offering his hand to help me down. We'd stopped in front of a little farm hut, just outside of town. Obi-Wan reached into the tote, putting the droid model into his pocket. "Owen is... sort of an old friend of mine. Old acquaintance, really..." He trailed off with a puzzled expression. "Anyway, his nephew lives with him, and I knew his father—but he doesn't know that, and I'd like it to stay that way. I just... I like to see him every now and then, you know."

I laughed, putting my hands on his arms. "You're rambling."

"Yeah... Okay, let's just go. I don't want to worry about it."

"Then don't," I offered, looping my arm in his.

"Why didn't I think of that?" he mumbled, but the mockingly annoyed tone helped erase the concern in his voice.

We walked down a set of narrow stairs, spiraling into the center of the hut. There, walking away from us was a man, clearly younger than Obi-Wan by almost a decade, but seemingly just as worn by time.

"Owen," Obi-Wan called, catching his attention. The man spun, squinting to look up at us. His expression was by no means joyful, but it wasn't entirely unfriendly.

"Ben," he said in response, coming out as more of a statement.

"I have something for Luke, if you don't mind."

"No," Owen went on slowly, his eyes scanning me. "And this is?"

"Someone I'd like him to meet."

I watched as they starred each other down, locked in a standoff. Eventually, Owen sighed, deciding his didn't have time for Obi-Wan's stubbornness. "He's in his room," he informed, going back to polishing whatever he held as he walked.

We continued down the steps, Obi-Wan leading the way to one of the lower rooms. It looked more like a garage to me—lose parts everywhere, imperial ship stats, poorly hidden papers scribbled with rebel news—but it was cozy nonetheless. Hunched over a workbench was a boy, young, no older than fifteen. His hair was shaggy blonde, and most of the layers to his tunic were thrown about the room.

He looked up as we entered, a smile coming across his face. "Ben!" he cheered with recognition. "We were just wondering if you'd be by soon. Well... I was anyway. We haven't seen you in a while.

"Been busy," Obi-Wan said with a warm smile, reaching into his pocket. "I brought you something." He produced the model, holding it out is his hand.

The boy gasped, diving for the toy and immediately holding it up to the light. "An original R2 model? How did you find this?"

"A small shop in town."

"No way! This was the last one I needed for my originals!"

They both stared at each other for a moment, Luke's eyes filled with awe and thanks, and Obi-Wan's filled with pure love, mixed with some deep sadness that was only easy to see on rare occasions.

Then the moment was gone, and Luke was hurrying to show him a new fighter ship he'd designed. I wandered around the room, investigating the pieces of old droids and speeders, trying to guess model numbers.

"I'll be right back," Obi-Wan interrupted after some time. "I'm going to talk to Owen for a moment." I nodded, watching him walk back into the sun.

As soon as he was out of sight, Luke's attention turned to me. He clearly thought I couldn't see him, as he stared at me with wide-eyed wonder.

"Do you prefer ships or droids?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh, uh... ships. I want to be a pilot one day."

"Rebel or empire?" I questioned with a smirk. His eyes widened even more, trying to assess me. "You're fine, I won't shoot you."

He paused, still hesitant. "Rebel."

I shot him a wink. "Good choice."

That seemed to relax him some, his shoulders falling back into a normal position. He stared down at the ground for a minute, his eyes finally finding mine again, but this time filled with new anxiety.

"Are you and... Is Ben... Are you like... together?" Luke questioned, leaning forward and lowering his voice as he spoke, like he didn't think he should be asking.

"Yep," I replied, failing to hide the amusement in my tone.

"Wow. How'd he get you?" The words tumbled out before he realized he probably shouldn't have said them, panicking again as he looked to the ground. I couldn't help but laugh, making him slowly join in. 

Just then, Obi-Wan appeared again. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. Just a little joke. You didn't tell me he had a sense of humor."

"Sorry, I missed that on the briefing," he answered in his usual sarcastic tone. "You ready to go? We've got to get food home."

"Sure. It was nice meeting you, Luke."

"You too," he said quickly, waving as we started up the steps.

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All Yours

pairing: stereotypical techie!benji dunn x experienced fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: mentions of oral sex (m receiving), fingering, oral sex (f receiving) summary: benji notices you're always taking care of him, and he wants to return the favor

Benji collapsed with a whine, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. His hand fell limply from my hair as his eyes strugged to completely focus again, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"You okay, baby?" I cooed from my position from between his legs, adoring the view of him still struggling to recover from his high. He nodded weakly, letting me take his hand, stroking small hearts along the back. "You were very good. Why don't we get you cleaned up?"

He hummed in agreement as I hopped up, fetching a warm wash cloth to clean him up with. I gently wiped the remaining spit and precum from his dick, earning a whine at the contact.

"I know, I know. Just a second longer, baby." When I had finished I padded off to discard the washcloth, urging him to drink water when I returned. I had just curled up next to him, gently stroking his cheek, when he spoke.

"Why are you always taking care of me?" he asked quietly, barely above a whisper.

"Because I love you," I answered, studying his features as he spoke, his eyes soft and sweet as he looked at me.

"No—no, I mean... You're always making me feel good. I want to... I wanna do the same for you."

I couldn't help the smile that broke across my face, watching him light up at my reaction. "Are you sure?"

He nodded eagerly, pushing himself up to hover over me. "Please, I—I wanna make you feel good too." I loved just getting to watch him fall apart for me, but now he was begging me to do the same. Could he get any more perfect? "Show me, please," he practically whined. Yes. Yes he can.

"Okay, baby. Just a second." He waited as patiently as he could, eagerly watching as I scooted further up the mattress, pulling him to sit in between my legs. "You totally sure about this?"

"Yes, yes," he hurried out. "Please—"

"Kiss me." Benji's lips were on mine in a millisecond, moving swiftly against my own. I let my hands slide into his hair, pulling him closer. His movements were desperate and sloppy, but he followed my lead, moaning as I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

I pulled back just enough to speak, both of us panting. "Move down," I directed. Benji made a quick movement towards the end of the bed, but I grabbed him, pulling him back up. "Slowly," I corrected. "Kiss your way down. Tease me."

He stared at me with a look of awe for a moment, before placing gentle kisses to my neck. Benji trailed his way to the lace edge of my nightgown, his lips lingering over the silk. He seemed to realize as he reached my chest, he'd never been this close to me. His lips hovered just over my boobs, separated only by a thin layer of skimpy fabric. His breath came quicker, eyes wider.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked, clearly seeing that he was overwhelmed.

"No—please, no," Benji hurried out, followed by him littering hasty kisses across my chest. He continued down towards the hem of my nightgown, his breath only becoming more ragged the closer he got.

He pushed up the edge of the fabric, revealing a matching pair of lace panties, a clear wet spot in the center of them. Benji let out a choked moan, his head falling forward to the mattress.

"Look at me, baby," I cooed, guiding him by his hair. His eyes met mine, wide and needy, tears pricking the surface. "All for you."

That comment made him let out a sharp moan, his expression becoming even more pitiful. His attention shot straight back to my clothed pussy, his breathing ragged.

"Can I—Please—Can—Wanna—" he stuttered.

"Go head, baby."

Benji's hands flew to the top of my panties, delicately sliding under the hem. As soon as he'd pulled them down enough to see my soaked cunt, he let out a choked sob, his mouth forming into a little 'o' as he tugged down the lace.

"What do I do?" he asked, his voice shaking as he spoke.

"What do you want to do?" I urged, a hand gently running through his hair as I watched his eyes. I'd never seen him so... lustful. My sweet little Benji, pupils blown, eyes glassy, face flushed, practically salivating from one look.

His grip tightened on my thighs, followed by a hard swallow. "I want to..." He trailed off, his voice low and dreamy as his fingers delicately traced up the inside of my thigh. Benji traced my folds, gasping as my slick touched his skin. "So—" he groaned, unable to complete his sentence. His finger slipped further into me, gathering more of my juices.

He slowly traced along the edges, exploring each new tiny piece of me. His finger grazed my clit, earning a gasp from me. Benji immediately froze, his eyes darting to mine.

"Want me to show you something?" I asked, taking his wrist in my hand. He nodded eagerly with a stifled whine. I led his finger back to my clit, guiding him to rub small circles. I arched my back at the feeling, letting out low moans.

Benji's eyes darted between my expression and my pussy, seemingly unable to just pick one. I slid my hands into his hair, gently tugging with each ministration. With every moan I gave, Benji let out another shuddered breath, inching closer to me.

He brought his free hand to my folds, keeping the other firmly rubbing my clit. His fingers slipped past my folds, exploring again, but this time with more direction. He prodded at my entrance, both of us gasping as his finger pushed into me.

Benji whined, instinctively curling his finger inside of me. I let out a sharp moan, my legs jumping at the feeling. He made quick note of my reaction, sliding out a bit, before quickly thrusting back in, curling as he hit that same spot.

"Benji!" I cried, trying to keep my legs from closing around his head. He swiftly found a rough pace, dazedly staring at my cunt. A second finger pushed into me, his rhythm becoming even more desperate. I let out a string of moans, my walls squeezing him as I came. Benji's eyes were locked on my expression till he felt me contract around his fingers, darting his attention back to my cunt.

When I came down from my high, he stared up at me wide-eyed, his fingers still inside of me. "You okay, baby?" I asked with a breathy laugh, still panting.

"You—Your—" He paused. "Thank you. I love you."

I cupped his face in my hands, watching his eyes flutter at the touch. He seemed to remember then that his fingers were still inside of me, his attention turning to sliding them out. I gasped at the feeling, and before I knew it he'd pushed my legs to my chest, smearing cum and slick along my thighs in the process. Benji immediately started lapping at my cunt, my hands flying back to tug at his hair as I moaned in a mix of shock and pleasure.

"Benji—Oh, fuck!" He pinned my legs up with his palms, keeping me on full display for him as he buried his face in my pussy. His tongue circled my clit a few times before finding it's way to my entrance. Benji traced my walls, reaching as far as he could. His desperate whines vibrated against me, earning my own needy noises.

His hands slid around to the top of my thighs, wrapping around my legs as I bucked my hips against him. Benji's nose rubbed against my clit as he needily fucked me with his tongue.

He let my legs close around his head as I came, my hands tugging his hair. My back arched as I cried out his name, my eyes rolling back. Benji slowed his pace, lapping up my juices as my legs fell limp over his shoulders.

"Did I do okay?" he asked, his voice quiet and anxious.

"You did amazing, baby," I praised with a tired laugh, softly scratching his scalp with my nails. He hummed, laying his head against my stomach, despite the fact that we were both covered in juices.

"You taste good," he mumbled against my skin.

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Working Hard or Hardly Working

pairing: postorder66!obi-wan kenobi x younger!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: big age gap (roughly 30 yrs), set about 5 yrs after kenobi, suggestive, heavy make out, use of y/n, reader's wearing lip gloss summary: you and obi-wan almost get caught a/n: peep the shaun of the dead reference

Obi-Wan pressed me back against the shelves, his lips moving eagerly with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, attempting to pull him closer as I tangled my hands in his hair.

"Ben," I breathed, tugging as he sucked on my lower lip. He pushed be back with another wave of force, his kisses becoming feverish as he ran his tongue across the inside of my mouth. He was still covered in grease from the speeder he was supposed to be working on, and smelled like sweat from the heat. I'd be just as filthy as he was, but I didn't care, pulling him as close as I could.

Obi-Wan trailed past my jaw, down to suck on the sensitive part of my neck. I tilted my head back with a moan, both of us ignoring the sound of knocked over bottles clattering against the shelves. His hands slid from my hips, firmly gripping the back of thighs as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"I love you," he murmured against my skin, moving to nip at my collarbone. "Just can't keep yourself in line at work," he chided, referencing my earlier stunt of accidentally rubbing against him in the all too tight storage room.

"Accident," I reminded breathlessly, a smirk showing through my words. I grabbed his chin, turning his face up the kiss me again, messily moving my lips against his. Obi-Wan moaned into my mouth, firmly gripping my ass as he pressed his erection into me. I gasped, rolling my hips. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue back into my mouth.

"Ben!" a gruff voice called from the garage, freezing both of us. I groaned as Obi-Wan gently sat me back on my feet, quickly fixing my hair for me. 

We filed out of the storage room, Obi-Wan in front of me, greeting my boss like he'd been doing nothing out of the ordinary. "Yes?" he asked, his tone its usual calm, polished sound.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?"

"Just needed some things from the back. Y/N was just helping we with this gasket on the speeder."

My boss huffed, looking both of his over with an assessing eye. Once he'd seemingly found everything well enough, he turned his attention back to Obi-Wan, motioning to his own face. "You've got... red on you." With that he disappeared again, wandering back to his office.

I looked up at Obi-Wan, the area around his mouth tinted red with lip gloss. "Oops," I laughed. "You've got a little... a lot of my lip gloss on you." His eyes widened, quickly wiping his face off on his sleeve. "Well, it's a little late now," I teased. "He probably thinks you're a crazy person." Obi-Wan followed me through the garage as I laughed, rolling his eyes behind me.

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B.F.F.S.

pairing: eleventh doctor x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: none I don't think summary: you and the tardis get on quite well a/n: do I hate this one a little? yes. Is it still cute? also yes, so enjoy

"Then he looks at the stall owner and says, 'Sorry, queen's orders' and just takes the whole ham!" 

The TARDIS responded with a series of mechanical beeps, sounding similar to laughter.

"Speaking of which, where is our mad man?" Another series of beeps echoed through the console room before the nearest screen changed to a view of the Doctor, walking briskly through the library, stopping briefly to ogle at a book.

I hopped up from my seat, coming to mess with buttons on the console. "Always getting sidetracked, that one. Now, which of these buttons will add a jacuzzi tub to my room?" 

A not so happy whir filled the room. 

"Oh, come on! Please?"

Another buzz of angry chatter.

"I'll be taking that as a yes!"

"What do we have here?" came a familiar voice, stealing my attention. The Doctor was stood in the nearest doorway, watching me with a pleasant smile as I flipped random switches. "My two ladies getting on, eh?"

"Depends on if she'll let me have that jacuzzi."

"I don't see why not," he said, coming to stand beside me. "Isn't that right, old girl?"

The TARDIS answered with more agitated beeps.

"You're just being difficult for the sake of it," he yelled back. "We both know you'll give in. Some days I think you like her more than me."

Another long-winded series of buzzes.

The Doctor turned to face me. "She says you should give the new bounce house in your room at least a week before you go asking for a tub."

"But everyone knows you need to soak in a jacuzzi after any form of bounce house fun."

"She has a point," he said to the center of the console.

He got resigned hums in response, the screen lighting up a series of nonsense before showing 'addition complete'.

"Yay!" I cheered. "Now, I have an afternoon of bounce housing and soaking ahead of me," I called, skipping out of the control room.

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Cult Yoga

pairing: postorder66!obi-wan kenobi x younger!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: big age gap (roughly 30 yrs), set about 5 yrs after kenobi, mentions of qui-gon summary: you stumble upon obi-wan meditating a/n: happy halloween! favorite fic series in honor of my favorite holiday

I skipped through the cave, stopping just short of the exit way that led out on to a rocky ledge. Perched on one of the higher stones was Obi-Wan, his legs crossed in front of him, and his palms face up on his knees.

I folded my arms over my chest, watching him, sitting completely still besides the warm breeze that caught his hair and parts of his tunic. I very rarely caught him doing this, but I loved to watch him. He looked so... serene, a version of him that was often hard to find.

My focus was broken but some kind of muttering. I glanced around the room before I heard it again, coming from Obi-Wan. Who could he be talking to? He's sitting alone on a rock.

I crept forward, taking extra care not to dislodge a loose stone, or make some other noise that would announce my arrival.

"I don't need your opinions on my dating life, Master," Obi-Wan said into the open air. His tone was chiding, but playful, like the conversation held no real harm.

He may seriously have dementia, but they—whoever they even included—were talking about me, and I obviously wasn't about to interrupt that.

"Didn't you fall in love three different times while still in the order?" he asked his imaginary counterpart with a smug voice.

Now, curiosity got the better of me, and I simply had to butt in. "Do all cults do yoga, or just yours?"

Obi-Wan didn't react right away, as if he already knew I was there. He turned to look at me over his shoulder. "I'm in the middle of something," he said pointedly, despite the fact that he said it with no real edge.

"Talking to your imaginary friend doesn't count," I teased.

"I'm talking to my old master, Qui-Gon."

I paused, staring at him. My eyebrows knitted as I tilted my head to one side. "The dead guy?" He only nodded. "Okay, I know you're not as young as you used to be, but you should really see someone."

"I'm fine. This is not usual, trust me."

"And normally, I would. But right now, I'm not the one convinced that the wind is my dead friend."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, turning back to face the open dunes in front of him. "Yes, she is," he said.

I stood there for a moment, shamelessly mesmerized by the way he spoke so freely, completely at ease in a seemingly nonexistent conversation. Eventually I decided to pad over to the rock, settling at its base to listen to his voice, attempting to fill in the blanks of what the other character was supposedly saying.

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The Letter

pairing: theodore laurence x march!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: none that I can think of summary: you find a personal letter of amy's and laurie is set on discovering its contents

I pushed open the attic door, beelining towards my victim, a hefty wooden chest in the corner, stocked with Amy's personal belongings, most of which were holdovers from her younger years.

"I'm telling you she has it!" I called as I stormed up to the crate, prying open the flimsy latch. Laurie trailed in the room behind me, having completely given up on hiding his laughter.

"Why would she have hidden it up here?"

"Because she clearly thinks I wouldn't look this far." Just as I finished my sentence, I dove into the pile of books and old dolls, pulling from the bottom a thin paperback book, and along with it a neatly folded slip of letter paper. "I told you," I said triumphantly, holding up my prize, but Laurie's eyes were much more intrigued by the parchment that had come with the book.

"That paper looks rather nice to have been in that box," he pointed out, stepping closer with an outreached hand.

I snatched it backwards, keeping it out of his reach. "I'll be the judge of that." I passed the book off to Laurie, gently unfolding the letter to examine its contents. It was addressed to a boy, and written very neatly in Amy's pretty scrawl. Whoever this boy was, he had clearly made quite the impression on our dear girl, as the note was a written profession of love!

My expression must have given some of it away, as Laurie practically jumped forward again, clutching his palms together. "What is it?"

"Nothing," I hurried out, tucking the letter to my chest.

"That's not nothing! You know it as well as I! Share, won't you please?"

"It's not my place. I wouldn't betray a sister's confidence like that." My tone was stern, and my expression fixed, but his sly smile was proof enough that we both knew that excuse wouldn't hold for long.

"Please. I'm your oldest friend. If you aren't to tell me, who are you to tell?"

"Marmee," I answered resolutely. "She'll know just what to do."

He gave me another look. I was simply terrible at keeping things from him, but he didn't look as if he wanted to wait for me to spill before he got his wishes. Just as fast as I could duck out of the way, he lunged forward, attempting to trap me in his arms.

"Teddy!" I cried, clutching the letter more fiercely. He didn't hesitate to strike again, herding me back towards the door of the attic. I hurried down the steps, rushing through the kitchen and into the garden, almost running face first into Hannah in the process.

He tripped down the steps after me, struggling to catch himself without breaking stride. My laughter weakened my pace, but I managed to sober up at the realization that he was gaining on me.

"Give it up, won't you?" I called over my shoulder, weaving through the trimmed flower patches.

"Never! Tell me what you know!"

"That would be an act of treason. You know that as well as I!" In making my response I had managed to slow my pace, and before I knew it Laurie was right behind me, spinning me around by the arm.

I held the letter up as he made to reach for it, but lapsed in counting his towering height into my plan. Just as his hand shot out, I dropped my arm behind my back, causing him to stumble impossibly closer in a clumsy redirect. He was mere inches from me as his hand blindly groped the air behind me, hoping to grab purchase of the paper. I took the opportunity to give a sweet smile and endearing giggle, distracting him just long enough to duck around his weak side.

"What—where are you going?" He asked in a rush, stumbling to follow me. I circled one of the fountains, pausing to keep it between the two of us.

"To hide this where you may never find it."

"My girl," he said sweetly. "I'll learn the contents of that paper one way or another, whether from your own lips or an unfortunate slip of your sisters'. Why prolong my suffering?"

"A bit of ignorance would do you good," I answered defiantly. He let out a huff of laughter, and I took my opportunity to tear off through the garden again, but it wasn't long before his heavy footprints where closing on me again.

He herded me into a back corner of the garden, tackling me to the ground in a poorly planned stop, his body weight keeping his victim pinned. I tried to push against his chest with my arms, the only thing between us as they continued to grip the letter, but their limited position only left me helpless as he slipped his own arm free to pluck the paper from my breast, roughly unfolding it with one hand.

"My dearest Edvin," he read aloud with a laugh, and warm smile spreading across his face. "It pains me to imagine we'll have to part, with your moving and all. I'll miss you dearly, but shall you ever come back to visit, know I'll always hold a lime for you." He cut himself off with another laugh, before interjecting, "My God who wrote this? It reads as if the poor boy was going off to war."

"Stop it!" I protested, trying to wriggle free, but my own giggles did little to persuade him. He carried on with the letter, getting more and more dramatic as the lines progressed. Once he finally reached the end, he gave me another cheeky smile, dropping the paper in the grass. "I've got to tell Marmee," I said with a sigh.

"Well, of course," he answered with much renewed seriousness. "It's a luck she never delivered it, or there'd be bigger issues at hand."

"But, you see, I can't particularly do that with you on top of me."

"Oh," he mumbled suddenly, rolling off into the grass beside me.

"Well then," I huffed, sitting up. "Let's get this over with before she's home from school, shall we?"

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Dinner and a Show

pairing: stereotypical techie!benji dunn x experienced fem!reader genre: smutty smut content/warnings: voyeurism, benji masturbating, cock slapping, exhibition kink, oral sex (m receiving), light restraints, ball sucking summary: you stop by to say hi to benji, only to find him in a... compromising position a/n: reader is kinda obsessed with sucking his dick, and I can't say I blame her

"I'll catch up with you guys," I called after my group of friends, still a few feet in front of me, now headed in the opposite direction as I back tracked.

"Where are you going?" Olivia asked, tilting her head to one side.

"I have a friend around here. I just wanna stop in and say hi."

"Oh, okay. We'll see you at the restaurant!"

I waved before glancing down at my watch. Benji should be getting home from work about now, and only lived maybe a block away. I figured I might as well stop by, maybe even invite him out if he was free.

It was only a few minutes before I was outside his apartment building, skipping up the steps to his floor. I made my way along the line of identical doorways, finally stopping in front of his. I went to knock, but one light rap against the wood and it creaked open a few inches.

That's odd, I thought. Not latched. He must've been in a hurry. I pushed the door open slowly, scanning the room. His computer bag had been haphazardly throw aside just inside the door—also unusual—but nothing else looked out of place. Surely nothing's happened to him?

I quietly latched the door behind me, beginning a more thorough investigation of the apartment. Was this an invasion of privacy? Potentially. But something had to be seriously up for him to not pay attention to his door or computer. I mean, this is Benji Dunn we're talking about.

I had just entered the kitchen when a noise rang out, causing me to stop in my tracks. A similar one followed, and with a jolt I recognized it was Benji. At first I was worried he was hurt somewhere, until the moans were followed by a desperate, "fuck—please" and the sweet little whines I'd grown accustomed to.

The pieces clicked together, a teasing smile already forming on my lips. I padded towards his bedroom, pleased to find the door wide open, and an even prettier sight than I'd hoped to see inside. Benji was laid in the middle of his bed, his shirt unbuttoned, with his pants pushed down around his knees. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his head thrown back and eyes pinched shut as he desperately stroked his dick. His hands moved warily, like he wasn't quite sure what felt best, but eager to chase any bit of pleasure. I watched with delight as his hips bucked, leaning against the doorframe. He doesn't even know how to touch himself, I thought with grim satisfaction. We'd only done anything once, when I'd given him a blow job, and I knew he was inexperienced when it came to women, but I didn't know he was this inexperienced.

He moaned my name, shuddering every time his hand found just the right spot. His other hand was griping the sheets, balled up in his fist. How could anyone not fall in love with a sight like this, the sweetest boy you've ever met, falling apart just thinking about you. His moans got louder, stuttering like they do before he cums. His hand flicked up and down his length even faster, practically causing him to pant.

Just as his dick began to twitch, I knocked on the doorframe, causing him to freeze in place. Benji's eyes shot open, finding mine in a millisecond. He stared back at me blankly, quite literally caught with his dick in his hand—and he couldn't have looked prettier.

"Hi, pretty boy. Miss me?" I asked, slowly making my way to the end of the bed. His eyes followed me, but otherwise he didn't move an inch. "That was a question," I said, my tone slightly harsh. He only answered with a pathetic whine, unable to form coherent words.

I tsked, crawling onto the bed with him. I made my way between his legs, gently pulling his hand away from his still rock hard dick. "Answer me when I talk to you," I scolded, slapping his now exposed cock.

Benji cried out, his eyes squeezing shut and his hips bucking. His reaction sent a fresh wave of arousal to my core, making it all the more tempting to just fuck him now. But why do that when I can torture him a little more?

"Now, you wanna tell me what you were thinking about, baby?" I cooed, gently tracing the veins along his dick.

He let out a jumble of moans, struggling to force out, "Y—Your mouth... How you—you felt."

"That's a good boy," I said sweetly, fighting not to melt a little as his eyes met mine again, already soft and pleading. "Do you want to feel me again?"

"Yes," he hurried out, frantically nodding. "Yes—yes, please."

I let out a giggle, lowering myself to place a quick little lick on him. That alone earned a low whine. He tasted like heaven on my lips, swirling my tongue around his tip. I lapped at the ridge of his dick, sucking his head into my mouth. If I was extra greatful for anything about his inexperience, it's that no one ever had the chance to teach him to be quiet. Any little touch and he was whining, but as soon as my mouth was on him, Benji was a constant string of loud, uncontrolled moans.

"Come on," I urged. "You can be louder, baby." He practically cried out at my request, which I eagerly rewarded with a bob on his dick. I wanted his neighbors to hear their kindest, quietest neighbor moaning with everything in him as I sucked his cock.

Benji's hands found their way to my hair, but I swiftly took ahold of his wrists, gently pinning them to the mattress at his sides. He whined in protest, trying to press against my hold, but I kept him firmly in place, rubbing my thumb across the back of his hand as I licked his slit.

"You're okay," I cooed, beginning to trace my tongue down the veins of his dick.

"Please, I wanna feel you," he tried.

"You can feel me just fine," I hummed, making my way down to his balls, littering them with soft kisses. Benji whined, squirming under me. I hastened my kisses, letting them become sloppier the longer I went on. He widened his legs, trying to roll his hips up. I mouthed at his balls, earning another sharp wave of whines as I slipped his sack into my mouth.

Benji cried my name I harshly sucked his balls, getting lost in the feeling of his full, warm sack filling up my mouth. Without thinking, I nipped him, causing his hips to rut upwards. I moaned around him, matching his own stuttered moans. His sharp cry, followed by him spilling onto his stomach, pulled me out of my haze, watching dreamily as he came just from me sucking his balls.

Benji's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a fucked out expression. "Just a little longer," I cooed, still kissing his balls, earning soft whines.

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Afternoon Delight

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader genre: suggestive fluff content/warnings: jayj being a hoe lol, use of nicknames summary: jj finally makes his way out of bed, to see you making breakfast and dancing to the radio a/n: every time this song plays I think of him

I scooped the pancake out of the pan, tossing it on to the already towering stack as the radio buzzed, playing an oldies station that the machine was practically stuck on by now. Just as I had finished pouring another pool of batter, two rough hands found my sides, sliding under my shirt to wrap around my waist as his weight fell against my back.

"Are these mine too?" JJ asked, gently patting the pair of his boxers I was sporting, along with a stolen t-shirt.

"Maybe," I said with a smile.

His head dropped to rest on my shoulder, his lips grazing the skin of my neck. "You should wear them more often. You look sexy."

"When don't I?" I teased.

"That's what I've been saying!"

Just as he placed another kiss to my neck the song changed, switching to the tune of Afternoon Delight. JJ leaned back with a faint gasp, pulling my hips back into his.

"No," I warned, though it was impossible for my tone to hold any real warning.

"Yes," he urged, spinning me around. JJ took one hand in his, using the other to hold me firmly against him, slowly turning with each sway. This was the first time I'd really looked at him since I'd woke up, and his hair was still all tousled from bed, sleepy blue eyes staring down at me with nothing but adoration. "Hey, mama," he whispered.

"Mornin'," I answered in a similar smooth tone. "Surprised you're up."

"Couldn't miss the beautiful sight of my baby making me breakfast." A grin broke across his face, causing both of us to fall into a fit of giggles. He pulled me further into his chest, committed to continue our impromptu dancing.

The line "My mottos always been 'when it's right it's right" played over the radio, causing JJ to gently squeeze me hip with an "Amen."

I leaned back to lightly hit his arm. "JJ! It's not even nine o'clock yet!"

"So?" he asked with a laugh. "Never stopped me before."

"You are insatiable, you know that?"

A proud smile found its way to his lips. "Thank you, I try."

I rolled my eyes, resting my head against his chest. The music droned on, eventually changing to another song, but his movements didn't cease, keeping me with him.

I wrinkled my nose as something unpleasant smelling filled the air. It took me a moment of processing before I jumped out of his arms, diving for the stove.

"You made me burn the pancake!" I cried, scraping the black puck off of the pan.

I heard a faint chuckle, followed by a half-hearted "Oops", before JJ's hands found their way to my hips again.

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Your Lips

pairing: stereotypical techie!benji dunn x experienced fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: reader is a simp for this little nerd, and benji is a fucking goner after one look, oral sex (m receiving), corruption kink, use of nicknames, little bit of cum eating at the end? summary: you know benji is less experienced, but that just makes you even more eager to get him all to yourself a/n: obsessed. officially

I sat down on the bed, sprawling across the mattress. Benji stayed stuck in the doorway, awkwardly watching me as I took in my surroundings. His fingers picked at each other, and his eyes had found a state of wide eyed worry.

"Comfy," I commented, propping myself up on my elbows. The action alone was enough to make his breath shaky, one hand coming to support his weight on the doorframe.

I let my attention wander around the room, tallying the total number of Star Wars posters to eight. A grown man with Star Wars posters. Could he be any cuter?

"Come here," I urged softly, sitting up fully to wave him over. My words seemed to startle him, like he wasn't quite sure I was talking to him. "I don't bite," I said with a laugh.

He shuffled over, awkwardly placing himself next to me on the bed. His hands hovered in the air for moment, before he settled on just resting them on his legs.

"I—I," he stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut before trying again. "What do you think?"

His voice was anxious, and he seemed to always be fidgeting in some way. When he was rambling about tech, he never seemed more at ease. But now, alone in his bedroom with a pretty girl, he was falling apart like a teenager.

"I like it," I answered honestly. "It's very you."

Benji returned my smile with his own shy one. "Really?"

I didn't a respond, instead leaning across him to point out an action figure on his nightstand. "Who's this?" I asked, pulling back to see his face, flaming red as he stared at me, wide-eyed.

It took him a moment to mutter, "Captian Kirk. Original edition."

I leaned a little closer, bringing one hand to rest on his leg. He gulped at the action, flicking his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Benji?" I began.

"Y—Yes?"

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

"Once," he hurried out. "Secondary school."

"Would you like to kiss me?"

Benji frantically nodded in response, gaze landing on my lips. I gently held his chin, bringing him closer as I pressed my lips against his. His breath hitched at the contact.

I slowly moved my lips against his, earning a quiet moan. His hands stayed resting in his lap, so took one of them in my own, guiding him to my hip. Benji's touch was feather light, eagerly trying to mimic my movements.

I traced my tongue across his bottom lip, urging him to part them. Benji followed, opening his mouth just enough for me to slip my tongue through. The new movement seemed to surprise him, but he returned it quickly, trying it out for himself. He picked up a rhythm, sticking to what got little noises from me.

I let a hand fall to his thigh, slowly trailing my way to his zipper. Benji's lips stuttered against mine, no matter how hard he fought to keep a steady rhythm. I traced the seam, already feeling his dick straining against his jeans. He let out the most precious whine at my touch, trying to pull his hips away, despite the way I could feel him twitch through the denim.

"I don't—I've never—" he began.

"That's okay," I reassured. "We'll go slow. Just tell me to stop, and I will." My words were only met with desperate doe eyes.

I laughed to my myself, pressing my lips against his again as I gently tugged on his zipper. Benji's breathing became heavier as I went on, unable to resist feeling the wet spot on his underwear as soon as it was exposed.

"Please," was all he said, breathy and low.

"Tell me what you need, baby."

The nickname made his eyes widen, followed immediately by his cheeks turning scarlet, and his gaze dropping to the floor as he processed my statement. I watched him diligently, noting each little twitch and movement. Whatever had come to mind, he had clearly thought about it before—whether he meant to or not.

Based on the flush of his embarrassment, I had expected something out there, but Benji responded softly, in a voice so quiet it was barely intelligible, "Your—Your mouth... O—On... Me." The last word almost disappeared he'd spoken so quietly, as if he'd said the dirtiest things possible.

Then it dawned on me, that was the dirtiest thing he could think of. Oh, if only he knew what I had in store for him.

"Of course, baby."

Benji's eyes shot to mine in a look of surprise, before he seemingly realized that eye contact was just too much, swiftly finding the floor again.

I tugged down his jeans, him hurriedly lifting his hips at my touch. As soon as I'd pushed them past his knees, I slid off of the bed, settling to kneel in front of him. My new position made it so that his hidden eyes now met mine, and instead of swiftly looking away, he held my gaze with a bashful smile and more blush than I thought possible.

"There's my boy," I praised, stroking his cheek with one hand. "Letting me see those pretty eyes." His little smile widened at my words, leaning into my touch. I let my hand trail down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his underwear. I pushed them down, revealing his erection.

Benji immediately let out a short hiss, but I was too busy admiring his beautiful red tip, already covered in precum, and dribbling more. Without thinking, I softly traced a vein up his dick, moving slowly and triggering his heavy breathing. When I reached his tip, I circled his slit, earning a sharp moan, his hips bucking.

I finally snapped out of my little trance, turning my attention back to his eyes. They were just fluttering open again, meeting mine with a look of awe. I brought my finger to my mouth, sucking off his precum. Benji watched me with wide eyes and a shaky breath, keeping his gaze glued to me.

I held his eyeline, lowering my self to lick a stripe along his dick, from base to tip. He let out a shuddering moan, his head falling back, exposing the long expanse of his neck, that I simply couldn't wait to cover in marks.

I gently giggled, moving to stroke him as I spoke. "Does that feel good, baby?" Benji nodded frantically, with a choked out moan. "Use your words," I said sternly, more of an order rather than a suggestion.

"Y—Yes! Fuck, yes!" he cried. I only had my hand around him and he was panting, throwing his head back with lewd moans.

As soon as he finished speaking I pushed his dick into my mouth, his hips immediately bucking into my throat. I moaned at the feeling, feeling him twitch against my lips. His hand fell to my hair, gently pulling as he rutted into me, his tip kissing the back of my throat.

"F—Fuck's sake," he whined, falling back against the bed. I slid my hands to his hips, pinning them to the mattress. Benji squirmed at my action, trying to buck against me.

I pulled off of him, just enough to circle my tongue around his tip. His desperate whine from feeling me pull away was quickly replaced with a series of breathy moans.

"You're being such a good boy," I hummed, softly kissing his tip. He now let out a full fledge whimper at the fact that my tongue had left him. Benji tried rutting against my lips, the only contact he had to me besides my hands on his hips, keeping his attempts unsuccessful.

"Please," he whimpered.

"Please what, baby? Do you need me to put my mouth back on your dick?"

He frantically nodded, his grip tightening once again on my hair. I made one swift lap at his tip, watching Benji squirming, filling me a sadistic pleasure at the sight of his neediness.

"Such a pretty boy," I cooed, lazily tracing his head. He let out a string of breathy moans, turning into a choked mess as I swiftly pushed him back into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck!" Benji cried through a gasp, his hips bucking off the mattress. His sudden movement made me gag, earning another strangled cry. I kept my eyes on him, watching as he threw his head back, panting and squirming, unable to cope with the rush of pleasure. His dick twitched in my mouth, making me swallow around him. I hurried my pace at his whines, set on pushing him over the edge.

Benji tugged my hair, letting out a non-stop stream of desperate noises, rutting into my mouth at an unrelating pace. I moaned, setting him off. Hot cum shot into my throat, Benji cumming with a surprised gasp. I lapped at his tip as he stilled, making sure to gather each little drop of cum.

After a minute he regathered his senses, but only enough to stare down at me in awe, trying to catch his breath. His face was flushed, and his chest rose and fell in rapid motion, gradually slowing.

I crawled over him, glancing at his lips. "Can I kiss you?"

His eyebrows scrunched pathetically, staring up at me, still half out of his mind. "But—But isn't that... kinda..." Benji's voice was hesitant, but his eyes flickered to my lips nonetheless.

I cupped his cheeks, leaning down slowly as to give him plenty of time to stop me, but our lips met. It was soft at first, but before long he was hungrily lapping into my mouth, just as he had been before. I could tell he tasted himself on my lips, and he wasn't sure if he should like it.

I pulled away, placing quick kisses along his jaw between words. "You taste amazing, baby. You did so well."

"T—Thank you, thank you," he mumbled breathlessly.

"Such a good boy for me."