24, bi, psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on jensen ackles, this is my side blog where I get to be a perverted freak 🎉 I love destiel AND wincest btw
hear me out... fauxcest with ex-bf's dad soldier boy
this was a fun idea i love this trope 18+
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“that’s it, babydoll. ridin’ me perfectly. bet my idiot son couldn’t fill you this good, huh? had to come to me, didn’t you? nasty little girl, fucking your boyfriend’s dad.”
“ex,” you correct ben weakly, with your eyes rolling back into your head, choking out gasps at every thrust he steadily punches up into your weeping pussy.
“ha, right. ex-boyfriend’s dad. same difference. you’re still a twisted girl for letting me do this to you, fucking this sweet little cunt. jesus, listen to the fuckin’ sound of her.”
ben’s hands grip your hips bruisingly tight, his fingertips pressing into your supple flesh, guiding you up and down his length with effortless strength. your sticky walls flutter around him, trying to mould to the sheer width of his cock—he’s much bigger than his son, your ex, much bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken, and it’s like he can tell.
“you embarrassed that it feels so good, baby? being stretched out like this? shit, listen to you, kid. you just needed daddy’s cock, didn’t you? just needed a dad? oh, is that what this is?” ben laughs, and it’s mean—mocking in a way that pricks at that sensitive nerve in your chest. “can feel your pussy squeezin’ me, kid, i know i’m right.”
your face scrunches at his words, but your sweet slick still oozes out, betraying you and creating wet squelching sounds every time he rocks back up into you. you soak his bare lap with your arousal—drenching his pubes and lower stomach. the foul sight of it all makes your head spin, and his words only worsen the guilt and disgust in your chest. maybe you really are a twisted girl, but it doesn’t matter, not when the throb of pleasure in your cunt continues to grow stronger, hurtling you towards a second orgasm.
“it’s why you broke up with him, isn’t it? couldn’t call him daddy and take it seriously? you needed me instead, didn’t you? needed your dad. this was fuckin’ wasted pussy on that idiot. could’ve been mine, kiddo, all those months. but it’s fine. it’s dad’s cunt now, you got that? s’mine.”
SUMMARY : your boyfriend calls and soldier boy makes you answer.
WARNINGS : lust. smut. unprotected p in v. cream pie. cheating. homemade porn. strong language. sob!reader. praise kink. size kink. soldier boy’s cockiness. soldier boy being ruthless. mentions of soldier boy being technically challenged.
A/N : soldier boy can fuck the morals out of me 🤷🏽♀️ yeah, i said it.
I shouldn’t be here, you thought to yourself. How did I get here? The last thing you remember is being at the party, and now you’re in the middle of Soldier Boy’s bed. Your face rubs against his mattress as his pillow cushions your belly. His fingers squeeze your hips while yours grip the satin sheets, hanging on for dear life as he rams into your cunt at an unearthly pace.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his bellend strokes your G-spot. His grunts encourage your walls to embrace him tighter, causing his cock twitch inside you. It had been a while since he fucked a woman with a pussy as tight as yours. Tonight was the first time you met the charmingly handsome supe, and as a result, your dress now lies on the floor of his room, your ass on full display, as he stretches you out. His dick is so deep in your guts, you forget your name.
The giant room feels smaller as the outside world fades away, the air thickening with the smell of sweet sex as your bodies move as one. Moans fall from your lips like they never have before. Not only did he have the looks and the superpowers, but he knew his way around the bedroom. Your toes curl as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. Tears cloud your vision as you feel your high approaching quickly.
Just as you were about to finish, your phone interrupts. Startled, you jump and search for your ringing device. The light from it shines from the nightstand, illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. You want to grab it, to turn it off, but you don’t want to disrespect the anti-hero by doing something other than focusing on his best work. So, he does instead.
“Who’s Jack?”
Oh fuck!
“U-uh...” You forgot all about him. How did you forget?! You were the worst! “M-my b-b-boyf-friend.”
He tosses it on the bed beside your face. “Answer it.”
Your eyes widen, horrified. “Wh-at?”
He responds with three deep thrusts, emphasizing each word. “Answer. It. Now.”
“Ok-kay.”
With a shaky hand, your finger slides across the screen, and the call begins. “Hello?”
You try your hardest not to make a sound, and Soldier Boy knows it.
“Put it on speaker.”
So you do.
“Where’d you go?”
“I was—pulled into a-a meeting.”
“A meeting? I thought you said no business tonight.”
“I—” The man behind you rams you so hard that a gasp stops you from talking.
“Y/N, you okay?”
“Y-yeah.” Your voice cracks. “I’m fine.”
“Doesn’t sound like it.” He says, unsure. “And what’s that noise?” He refers to the skin-to-skin contact.
“Nothing.” You quickly mute the call, and you let out a cry as he brushes your cervix.
“Nuh uh. Turn that off.”
“But—!”
“Do it.”
And like an obedient little girl, you do.
“How much longer are you going to be?”
“N-not sure. Oh fuck!” You accidentally breathe.
A sinister smile curls at the supe’s lips as he witnesses your slip.
“What the fuck is going on? What kind of meeting are you at?”
“I-I—” You let out a loud whimper as the tears finally shed when Soldier Boy lifts your hips and drives into your pussy at a rate that leaves you speechless. His balls slap against your clit, and you can’t hide it anymore.
“Y/N!” A string of moans erupts from your parted lips. “Y/N, you better fucking answer me right now! It sounds like you’re—!”
“Getting railed?” The supe asks as he picks up the phone. “Oh, buddy, you have no idea.”
“Who is this?! When I find you, I’m gonna—!”
“Do what?” He laughs as he continues his penetration.
“I’m gonna make you wish you never looked at my girlfriend.”
“Maybe if you fucked her right, she wouldn’t be in my bed now, would she?”
“You son of a bitch—My girlfriend loves me! You’re—you’ve got to be mind controlling her.”
“Sure, pal. My good looks and charming smile got her upstairs, and now that she’s here, with my dick rearranging her guts, she’s a drooling mess with no thoughts besides ‘more.’”
“That’s it! I’m gonna fucking kill you!!”
He chuckles so hard you can feel it, “That’s a good one. ‘Never had someone make me laugh as I fucked their girlfriend before.”
“Once I find you, you’re dead.”
“We’re in my penthouse. Find the elevators and tell the guards that Soldier Boy gave you permission to come up and watch your girl get fucked into oblivion.”
The call goes silent, but you sure don’t. Hearing how he spoke to your boyfriend made your body go hot. You wanted the supe more than you knew possible. If he were anyone else—even though you wouldn’t have succumbed to another—you would’ve been absolutely mortified. Hell, you still might’ve been if you weren’t so fucked out right now. If anything, it brought you to your orgasm faster.
“That’s it, doll.” He stares at your propped-up ass as it bounces with each thrust. “Cum on my dick while your boyfriend listens.”
He brings the device to your face, and you let out a whine, unable to say a word. What you should’ve said was ‘sorry,’ but how could you? Not like this. The man on the other line hears everything, especially the obscene squelching with every violent thrust. Refusing to listen to any more, Jack yanks his phone away from his ear and ends the call. The line drops, and you inform Soldier Boy. He frowns with disappointment, but finds your boyfriend’s silence amusing after realizing who he was dealing with.
“Guess I gotta send him a video.” He shakes the phone and demands, “Get me the camera.”
You don’t want to, but how can you tell him no? You fight off your climax and go to Jack’s messages. After clicking the ‘plus’ button beside the iMessage text box, you select the Camera option, then switch it to video. You explain that all he has to do is point and shoot, before handing your device over, knowing you’ll (most likely) regret it later. With a wicked grin, he starts the video.
“Look at her, Jack.” He points the phone at your sweaty and contorted face before angling it so he captures your body from above. “Doesn’t she look prettiest from behind?”
You move with his speedy rhythm as he holds your suspended hips with one hand. Through the camera, he watches your ass jiggle each time his dick slams in. He bites his lip, enjoying the view. Maybe I should learn how to use this thing, he thought to himself. It would be great to rewatch homemade porn.
“Go on, sweetheart. Show your boyfriend how hot you look cumming on Soldier Boy’s cock.”
You nod, and without wasting another second, you shudder on the supe’s well-endowed phallus. With screams of ecstasy, you cum harder than you’ve ever cummed before, and the camera caught it all. You should’ve been ashamed that it would be forwarded to Jack, your boyfriend of three years, who’s never fucked you quite like Soldier Boy has, but you weren’t; At least not now. That’s something you’d worry about later.
With a heavy grunt and a twitch of his member, he spews ropes of semen into your tight cunt. Your fingertips grip the sheets as you feel every pulse of his dick, spraying its hot contents onto your gummy walls. After you come down, he leaves you whimpering from sensitivity and the loss of his gigantic cock. He moves the camera lower as he keeps you in position, shedding light on your abused pussy. Your lips are red and swollen, but the attention lies on his milky white cum dripping from your overworked hole. What a fuckin’ sight!
“So pretty…” His thumb gathers your mixed juices, and you whine, wanting more. He brings it to your luscious lips, and without hesitation, your mouth opens wide, accepting his digit. You keep eye contact as you wrap your mouth and tongue around his thumb, licking and sucking it clean. He smiles with delight as he makes the speedy decision. “‘Think I might keep her around for a while. Thanks, Jack.”
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summary ﹏ you have been bratty all fucking day long, whining about being hungry, your feet hurting even though ben told you to change shoes, asking him to carry you. when you both get back to the house, he makes sure to teach you a lesson or two.
cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / no plot smut. afab!reader. reader & ben have bushes!!!! fauxcest (ben calling himself & making reader call him dad). petnames (kid & doll). brat / brat-tamer dynamic. dirty-talking. praise / degrading. mocking. orgasm denial & control. humiliation. unprotected piv. she / her pronouns for reader's genitalia. slight hair pulling. messy fluids focus (saliva, wetness, cum). oral fixation. rough sex. squirting. creampie / internal ejaculation. overstimulation. light impact play (spanking). drug use (weed / ben smoking). lack of aftercare.
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“See? That’s what happens when you’re now fucking listening to your dad.” A whine escapes from your mouth at the words coming from Ben.
You want to tell him how icky and disgusting he is for calling himself that when he has his fat cock buried all the way inside of your sloppy, throbbing cunt. You want to tell him how much of a pervert he is, how he should shut up and keep fucking you—but that wouldn’t work at all, and so, you just shut up.
You had been bratty all day long, Ben’s words, obviously. You had asked for things when out shopping, had pleaded with him to buy you food, whined when your feet hurt just after one hour of walking even though he had told you to put on some more comfortable shoes. But no, you had to go and do what you wanted, pissing him off with whines and, “When can we get home?”, “I want to sit down now!” or “Beeeen, carry me, please!”
And Soldier Boy just had to show you how annoying you had been as soon as you both got home. He had dragged you to the couch, not even taking the time to get to the bedroom you both shared. Your clothes had been torn off, your favorite panties thrown away in the room before Ben had spit a fat glob of saliva on your cunt, making it glisten even more. He had been cruel—rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb, smearing both wetness and saliva into the hair of your pussy.
It had never bothered him; how you preferred to keep your bush on (not that he had a say in it), on the contrary, it excited him if anything else.
He liked to burn of hair against his pelvis, the feeling of you wet and messy with juice and come mixing together. That’s why he now had you sit on his muscled legs, thighs on each side of his hips as he just watched you whine and try to rub yourself on him.
“Little fuckin’ pussy, all wet and tight around my cock. Y’think I should give her attention, doll?” He asked, his hazel eyes lifting up to the expression of your face like he wanted to see and hear you beg. Your thighs were shaking, two orgasms denied already and juice leaking from your entrance to drip down to the fat of your ass and into the crack just to stop at his balls. Ben’s hands were strong and firm as they kept holding your hips so you wouldn’t move and give yourself pleasure. One of your hands curled through his hair, tugging on the strands as if to push him closer, trying to kiss him. He clicked his tongue on his palate, shaking his head.
“What do you think you’re doing, kid? Want dad to make you feel good again? After you have been so bratty all day long?” He said, and your eyebrows furrowed at his words. “Ben—Don’t call yourself that, it’s so disgusting.” The words leaving your mouth only made him smirk because he truly could care less, and he knew the title made your right hole clench anyway. Like your body couldn’t deny the fact that it liked it. It liked Ben being disgusting and icky. “Your pussy loves it, doll.”
Your back arched as if to melt your body against his own, hips trying to rub and jiggle just to feel his throbbing cock deeper inside your hole.
He indulged you, strong hands shifting your hips just to lean his head toward your glistening pussy, spitting another fat glob of saliva right against your sensitive clit. The drool dripped to the hair resting at your puffy folds and around, adding wetness for you to rub your bundle of nerves against his own bush. “Ah! Yes, please, Ben…” He chuckled at the words, shaking his head. “It’s dad to you.” You whined, closing your eyes before rolling your hips once more. “Dad—Please…”
Ben then hummed, his fingers burying themselves in the fat of your hips just to help you rub down. Your gummy walls clenched around the girth of his fat cock, you swear to feel the veins running all the way to the length throb inside you, pre-cum mixing with your essence.
Your bush created a friction against his skin as you rolled your hips to find pleasure. All Ben did was watch you whine like you wanted his help, but his head only rolled against the leather of the couch. What an asshole, you thought to yourself; letting you do all the work like he couldn’t just grab you and fuck you.
You ignored him, well, did your best to. It was hard when your clit rubbed against the patch of hair above his cock, harder when you felt warmth coursing through your lower belly again and gasped, thighs burning and shaking from the effort. Only then did Ben speak up. “Want to cum? Want to cum around dad’s cock like some sort of icky girl?” He asked, voice loud enough for you to hear it and have your dripping hole clench around him.
His hands tightened their grip on the fat of your hips and you nodded. “Yes, I—I want to come, now… Please!” Sweat rolled down from your neck to the dimples at your lower back, your muscles contracted as you felt the orgasm trying to course through you. You only fastened the grinding of your hips then, mentally begging Ben to let you come finally. But a loud curse escaped you when he suddenly grabbed your thighs, stopping you from moving anymore, denying your orgasm for the third time now. “Ben, no! Please, fuck!” You whined loudly, upper body folding toward his chest as he shushed you quietly.
“Now, doll, that’s not how you ask for what you want. I fuckin’ taught you about being polite, didn’t I? Your fuckin’ generation and saying please, swear to God.” he groaned as he watched you, your eyes becoming all teary from being denied once more. Your walls clenched around his fat cock, you swore to feel his pre-cum ooze out of his tip to mix with your juices at the feeling of your sloppy pussy gripping him tight.
Both your hands moved to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he groped the fat of your ass, suddenly. His strong hands spread your asscheeks apart, his cock sliding deeper inside your hole.
You could feel his mushroom head kiss gently the skin of your cervix, bringing both pain and pleasure through your body. Ben’s hazel eyes lowered to the state of your pussy; glistening bush pressed against his own pubic hair, messy, puffy and wet folds gripping his cock to keep him inside you like you didn’t want him anywhere else. “Lean back. Let me see that mess of a cunt.” He groaned, hands shifting your hips to angle them forward just so he could see himself inside your cunt, how your hole was stretching around his girth, the wetness creating threads to connect your bodies. Saliva and juice pooled at your clit, making the view more perverted.
Ben groaned at the view, licking his lips before looking back up at you. “All that for dad’s cock, fuckin’ icky girl. Look at your pretty pussy and that pretty bush. S’fucking making me throb. Want me to fuck you full, don’t you?” You immediately nodded at him, but remembered all too well how he had treated impoliteness before. “Yes, please… I want you to fuck me, dad.”
He groaned at the words leaving your mouth before nodding and his hands moved to your thighs to pull you back correctly on his cock, making you feel him all the way inside. A gasp left your mouth, making him smirk and he only replied by thrusting his hips up to slot against yours. “Ah! Mh, fuck, please…” You whined at him, not caring about how embarrassing you must look at that moment, truly needing him to fuck you.
Ben didn’t stop at that, his hips immediately taking a fast pace as they thrusted up against yours. His cock rubbed and hit the spongy spots inside your sloppy cunt, creating squelching noises that echoed inside the empty room. Your juice smeared around, wetting your bush and his own, creating a friction that almost burned. His groans and grunts hit your ears, making your walls clench, and his pace faltered for a second.
“Fuck, keep clenching that pussy ‘round dad’s cock, yeah? Show me how much you love when I fuck you.” He spoke, but you could only nod your head in answer.
Your hands moved, grabbing at his shoulders and down to his biceps as if it could help you stay up. His mushroom head kept hitting the spot at the entrance of your hole, making you moan out each time. Your body was begging for a release, the muscles of your thighs were burning and aching for a new position but Ben kept going, nuzzling his fat cock inside your cunt. His ballsack kept hitting the skin of your ass, creating slapping noises that sounded so perverted. You could feel your wetness running all the way down to his base, making your skin sticky against his own.
Ben’s head rolled against the leather of the couch once more before he moved it just so his eyes could lower to your hairy pussy; watching his fat cock disappear inside your hole. A creamy white ring of come had been created at the base of his cock, smeared into his pubic hair and yours.
He didn’t say anything, too busy focusing on fucking you, his hands moving to your hips and his digits tightened their grip on the fat there. He kept pulling you back down onto his cock each time he thrusted up, not letting you do any work, using you like his personal fleshlight. Your body bounced, his balls sticking to your ass, his pubic hair brushing against your very sensitive clit as you started to roll your hips to add pleasure. One of his hands lifted up to the back of your head just to tug on your hair, making you wince in pain.
Your eyes looked up at his face just to see him already watching you; his lips parted and eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck—Let me see that pretty face when I make you come, doll. Need to see how much y’like it.” He said, and your own lips parted just for your tongue to stick out, for saliva to drip from the tip of your tongue in a fat glob, hitting the skin at the valley of your breasts.
Ben groaned at the view, nodding his head. “You disgusting girl, what d’you want? You want dad’s cock? His finger?” A nod of your head was enough for Ben to let go of your hair, just to shove his finger inside your mouth.
His digit pushed against your wet tongue and you immediately closed your lips around his thumb. His other hand kept helping you down on his cock as his strong hips thrusted up, cock rubbing at your sweet spot. “That’s it, good girl, taking dad’s cock and finger so well. You were made for that, aren’t you?” He spoke as you sucked on his thumb eagerly, moaning his name as he slotted his cock inside you, making your pussy gush and leak down his shaft. One of your hands moved to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t put his digit away, your tongue rolling around the warm skin. The view of you like that made Ben fasten his thrusts, making you bounce harder.
You cried out around his thumb, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, drool dripping down your chin as you sucked on his thumb. Ben hissed as he watched tears slowly roll down your cheeks, his strong hand shifting your hips and angling them toward his body. The new position made his fat mushroom tip hit directly onto your g-spot, making you gasp loud. Your free hand moved to hold onto his shoulder like you had done before, and you tried to push his hand away from your face, but he clicked his tongue on his palate. “Keep suckin’ on that, kiddo. Let me see how you’d like to have my cock in your mouth next.”
You had no other choice but keep his digit inside your mouth as he thrusted back to slot his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. Louder squelching noises echoed around the room, your wet pussy clenching around his cock as he kept rutting his hips up. Ben groaned, eyes lowering to the clearer creamy white ring at the base of his shaft that your pussy had created, both of your bushes glistening with come and wetness.
Suddenly, Ben pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you were able to moan his name back, crying for release as big tears rolled down your cheeks to mix with saliva. You were a mess; muscles aching even more than before, sweat covering your face, breathing labored from the efforts.
Your walls clenched tightly around Ben’s cock when he pressed his wet and warm thumb against your slick clit. Your body squirmed at the feeling, an overstimulating sensation coursing through you; you gasped. “Mhpfhhpf, Ben! Ah, too much!” Ben only started to rub and circle your bundle of nerves after your reaction. “Too much? I thought you wanted to come? Want me to stop?” He groaned, mocking you through his actions and tone. You shook your head, lips parted wide and head becoming dizzy. “No, I—I want to come!” You replied to him, rolling your hips to feel both his cock and digit.
“Then be a good fuckin’ girl and take it, I know you can. Y’can be good for me, yeah? For dad?” He asked, making you cry out as his tip rubbed against your g-spot once more. He started to thrust up toward this spot specifically, making you gasp non-stop, and more tears rolled down your cheeks; you felt his fat cock throb inside your cunt at the view he had of you.
“Yes, yes, yes! I can be good!” You replied with a shaky voice, both hands lifting to the back of his head, fingers running through his strands and tugging on them. The tug was so sharp that Ben hissed and his thumb rubbed harder against your slick clit, his cock slotting itself deep inside your dripping pussy, kissing all the nooks and crannies of your gummy walls.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his hazel eyes lifted up to your face. “About to come, aren’t ya’?”, he asked before looking down at the mess you were creating on his cock.
“Fuck, if only you could see your little cunt squeezing me up. Bet she wants me to stay all the way inside.” He grunted, words perverted and disgusting as they hit your ears, but only made you clench harder. A warmth started to spread around your belly, your muscles burning as you felt your orgasm showing the tip of its nose. “Ben—Dad! Going to come, please!” You said, rectifying yourself before he denied your orgasm again.
His hand on your hip tightened, his thumb on your clit rubbed faster as your walls clenched once again. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. So polite, aren’t you, baby? Go on, come on dad’s cock, make a mess for me.” He hissed and it sufficed you. Your lips parted wider, pupils blown out as you looked at him. He never stopped the stimulation of your clit as you came down his cock; the orgasm was strong and violent. Your whole body squirmed and twitched, and you tried to push yourself away from him. “God, god! Too much, please!” You cried, but Ben only groaned, his hips thrusting up harder for his cock to hit your g-spot. Your upper body folded against his chest as you drooled.
Your brain was empty of thoughts as he kept fucking you, pace relentless, overstimulating you. The muscles of your thighs contracted, your pussy clenched hard. “Fuck, that’s it, sweet little cunt… M’going to fill her up, yeah?” You were unable to reply, saliva dampening the fabric of his suit that he hadn’t bothered taking off. His bulbous tip rubbed against your clenched gummy walls, hitting your sweet spot on purpose. Ben was completely overstimulating you now, his thumb never stopping the circles around your clit, keeping pleasure course through your body.
You felt another type of warmth course through your body as Ben cursed, his eyes focused on your cunt—and suddenly, you were squirting all over his cock. He didn’t even seem surprised as he kept thrusting up, juices flowing out of you to drench his hairy cock, balls, hips and the leather of the couch. Loud squelching noises were created his cock thrusting in and out of your sloppy, dripping pussy. The essence coated your thighs, your bush and made it glisten, as Ben finally stilled inside your hole. “Here is it, baby, dad’s cum. All warm and ready for you.” He groaned at you.
His hips stopped moving, cock slotted all the way inside you as his thick, warm cum filled you up. His balls tightened, the muscles of his thighs clenching and you gasped; your body convulsing slightly as you felt his semen against your slick gummy walls, dripping back down to the base of Ben’s cock just to pool there after kissing your cervix.
Neither of you moved afterward, just breathing loudly before you watched the made-up soldier extend one arm to the side, grabbing a blunt from the side table, putting it between his lips. You’re about to move off of his lap but he looks up at you, shaking his head while lighting up the joint.
“Stay here. Your pussy’s warm, I like it. Want to watch my cum make a mess in your bush.” He just says, and you cough when he exhales the smoke toward your face, smirking. You can smell the weed from it, making you scrunch your nose.
“That felt good, uh? Bet ya’ liked calling me dad while I fucked you.” His words bring shame and embarrassment to you, but your sensitive walls clench around his cock without you realizing, feeling his semen slowly drip out of your hole. Ben hum then, smoking lazily on his blunt, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a sweat-covered face. “You made a fuckin’ mess.”
You can only roll your eyes at his words, making his strong hand slap on the skin of your ass, the fat bouncing from his action. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sharp sting his hand leaves on your skin. “Hey, that’s so mean!” You voice at him but Ben only exhales more marijuana smoke toward you, making you cough.
“Don’t be fucking impolite, doll, or I’ll fold you in two on this couch and fuck your cunt until you beg me to stop.”
I've been wondering about the first time Ben started referring to himself as your dad/daddy. Like how did it come about? Did Ben just start saying it? Or did you say it first? Maybe you let it slip on accident and were all embarrassed by it?
This is such a good questionnnnn. If you're with ben he's going to coax it out of you at some point, but he takes it as such a heavy title that it's important for him to actually fill a void, not just have it be a throwaway line during sex.
It happens the first time you cry. He's holding you so, so, close, deep in your ass and bouncing you on his cock all gentle, and the tenderness just makes you break.
"Dad," you choke out, barely lucid and voice thick with unspilled tears. " 's a lot."
And Ben's cold-ass heart just fucking melts. "Yeah, sweetheart? You're doin' so good for your dad, though. Takin' me like a champ."
You feel almost sick to your stomach when you realize what you said, and even sicker what you realize how deep in your guts he is. Ben must see the look of panic on your face, and he has to smile a bit at how out of it you are.
"Just relax for me, little one. You're doin' so perfect for your dad, squeezin' his cock all tight. Just gotta relax and let yourself feel good."
You nodded, the tears spilling in earnest now, and you never would've expected it to feel so good. Ben reached up to swipe at your tears with his thumb, holding your face tenderly enough to get rid of any of the embarrassment in your mind.
"You just needed a daddy, huh? Knew that from the second I laid eyes on you. All cute and needy for me and you didn't even know it yet."
You nodded into his palm, making no effort to stop your tears. The hand that cradled your face moved to rest you on his shoulder, his fingers slipping down to play with your clit. You moaned, the pleasure rocketing through you, and giving you the energy to keep taking him.
"Think you'd let your dad do just about anything to you as long as you cum at the end, huh. You let me fuck your ass and didn't even put up a fight."
"I like feeling full," you slurred into his shoulder, body too overrun with pleasure to censor yourself. Everything just felt... better now that it was from your dad. From someone that wants and knows what's best for you.
"Yeah? Needy little thing likes it when her ass is all full of dad's cock?"
You nodded, every thrust and drag of his hips driving you closer to the peak.
"Feeling close, sweetheart? Gonna fall apart with your dad's cock a foot deep in your ass? If I was feelin' real mean I'd wait for your ass to cum, but daddy's little girl gets some perks, huh?"
Your eyes scrunched shut in anticipation, and your nails scratched ben's back as you tried to pull him impossibly closer.
"So fuckin' cute," ben muttered, right before he stuffed himself nice and deep, keeping his fingers at that perfect pace while you broke apart over him. The tears flowed again when he started fucking you through it, the waves of your pleasure perfectly timed with each thrust.
"Daddy," you cried, needing his reassurance as your world flipped on it's axis.
"I'm right here, angel. You're doing so fuckin' perfect for your dad. Just keep holdin' on nice and tight. Just gotta keep this ass stretched around my cock a little longer, okay? Need to fill you up like all good dads do."
You nodded again, not even sure what you were agreeing to anymore until he sped up, bringing the burning feeling back. You moaned into his neck, not wanting to complain when all he's trying to do is fill you up. Your teeth ended up locked against his skin, letting him feel each of your labored breaths.
"So fuckin' close, sweetheart. You're huggin' your dad so fuckin' tight. Can't wait to cum inside my little girl's sweet ass-"
He cut himself off with a groan, emptying deep inside. His hips bucked up in the aftershocks, fucking his cum back into your trembling body.
"Daddy," you whined again, wanting his attention and praise after he just gave your ass a beating.
"So perfect for me, angel. Daddy's so fuckin' proud of you for taking all that dick."
His hand threaded through your hair, keeping your face buried in his neck. His other hand rubbed soothing circles along your back, only dipping down to feel how wet you are once.
"Next time I'm gonna take a picture of your gape leaking all your dad's cum and put it in my wallet and tell everyone you're my daughter"
You gotta admit that Cas is totally a pathetic yearner and simp for Dean. Like the first time he confessed not only was he about to DIE, but he also tried to play it down and take it back the second he said it. "I love you-" and inmediately saying "I LOVE YOU ALL" afterwards... MF WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE
