smut !! p in v sex , public sex , degrading ( ish ) , 3rd party finding yall ! enjoy — <3
taking price and ghost fighting and running with it.
some stupid argument about john not following rules in their little tuesday off base bar games blossoming into two weeks worth of high level pettiness.
snide remarks, shoulder shoving, hell the only time they even looked at each other these days was when they were on the mats. knuckles red and angry as they tore at one another. pride too solid to shake.
which is how you landed beneath simon.
wobbling cries muffled by the thick of his glove. baby doll tee pulled over your swaying tits and showing off a glistening sweaty back to him.
"s-si'! hun—" you hiccup, words slurred beneath the fabric. back stinging with wicked pleasure as he bends you into a mean arch. he watches the fat of your ass ricket with every drive home of his hard pelvis.
"sh, lovie. can' let big man see us 'ere hm?" he grins, balaclava pulled over his nose. he licks a fat wet strip up your nape. groaning at the musky sent of sex that pours over the room. "fuckin, juusstt like tha',"
prices room.
atop prices desk.
without price.
he curves his hand around your right thigh, smacking harshly at the puffy skin of your ass. you squirm, nails digging into the wooden desk. moans only meeting his covering hand.
he dips his hand down to the slick cream mess between you two. stringy connections of cum pull taught each time he drags out all the way to his tip, just to shove all the way back in as he hauls you backwards and shoves his hips forwards. you scream, eyes white as you claw at the hand around your jaw.
he gathers the slick, white ring around his cock creating gummy noises he isnt bothered to muffle.
simon also knows important papers lay just beneath your rocking body. he rubs at your clit messily, juices soppy. you keen, stomach throbbing with the buldge he bullies into you. you smack at his hand, water brimming your tearline.
everything blurs hot for a second. the slamming of a door doesnt register past your clotted ears.
"wot the fuc—" price barges in. face hot with anger before his eyes slot to yours. he watches as shameful lust swirls in them before he flickers down to the wet connection between you and the lieutenant.
you whimper, would be more embarrassed if you hadnt fucked them both before.
simon plows into your feral, blunt covered nails digging into your cheek.
"gon' cum pretty girl? righ' on the old mans shite?" his fingers move from over your mouth to cupping your jaw firmly. moving your head to arch it back. eyes bearily finding him upside down.
he grins, eyes squinted in pure joy.
looking back up to price as he feels you tighten around him the most deliciously. browns burning with complete intention. youre lost, too worried about your impending explosion of a release to truly care as price watches you melt dumb.
he kisses your temple. feeling you muddle over.
babbles leave swollen lips and brows completely furrowed. "there! t-there, please si'! f-fuc—" with his mean pinch on your clit you choke on your moans, blanking as all crashes down on you.
nails dig into simons skin, blood prickling beneath. raspy screaming moan bouncing between both mens ears.
by the time you blink back to current reality, youre carefully laid over johns ruined desk. damp body smudging papers as they stick to your panting chest.
simon dutifully rubs your hips. smiling at john like the asshole he is.
nooothing, just thinking about ben finding you like a little stray kitten. off the side of the road, a runaway from some trailer park. your dress all beat and dusty, your makeup smudged by your tears. your hair is stuck to your face with wind and sweat. and he's been driving on the road. it's not like he knows this world well either, but he knows the world, and he knows more than you. ben taking you in like a little stray, and he places a big hand on your head, stroking your soft hair.
"going anywhere?" he'd ask, his voice all rough and deep and enough to make your stomach bubble with butterflies that you've never had before, your cross burn against the skin of your chest. and you'd just shake your head, his smile leading you into the car, telling you "good girls get to sit at the front, and pick the music." and well. pastor richard always said you were a good girl , why not now ?
ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
Mouthing off at 𝓢oldier 𝓑oy during a meeting full of Vought executives, and then subsequently spending that evening on your knees in front of Ben, with his heavy cock lodged in your mouth as a punishment for embarrassing him. You’re trying so hard to be good, and luckily, the tangy taste and warm throbbing of his cock isn’t too bad, but the width of him makes your jaw ache, and fuck, he takes ages to cum. You think it’s finally over once he spills into your mouth, but no, you don’t get to pull away. You’re staying on your knees with his cock down your throat until he’s decided you’ve made better use of that defiant mouth instead of always talking back like some ungrateful little brat. Should consider yourself lucky his whiskey hasn’t got him pissing straight down your gullet. At least he’s being nice—his words.
“Can’t do it anymore sir, m’ tired!” you whined breathlessly, your hips slowly down on those huge thighs of his.
“Course you can love, c’mon, move those hips.” He gripped your hips and forced you to bounce on that thick length that had you crying out his name.
It’s almost funny how an hour ago you were begging to ride Price, saying how you’re a big girl and you can handle it yet here you are, struggling to keep going after a mere 10 minutes.
“Said you wanted to make me proud love, what happned to that?” He teased against your ear before licking a long stripe along the shell, making you shiver.
“I-i do!” You sniffled. “It’s just–hah! It’s t’much!”
Price let out a deep chuckle and licked the tear that escaped your eye.
“You always say that yet you end up creamin’ all over me. Crying won’t get you anywhere, ride me properly.”
His tone wasn’t mean, but authoritative. He wasn’t asking you, he was telling you. You had to learn that differerence the hard way with price.
Nonetheless, you mustered all your strength and started bouncing yourself on his ridisoucly thick length, airy mewls escaping your lips with every thrust. The creamy plap of your pussy connecting onto that thick, patch of hair that rubbed just right against your clit forced a moan out your throat.
You eventually reached your high with a silent scream, immediately collapsing on top of his warm chest.
“See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He whispered gently while placing warm kisses along your chubby cheeks. His huge hand rubbed circles up and down your back as he slowly brought your head down to his beefy chest and cradled you to sleep.
“My little crybaby…” he taunted before planting a kiss on your forehead.
ben pulling your glasses right from the bridge of your nose while you suck him off. ignoring the way you whine with his tip in your mouth and simply setting them to the side with his arm strewn over the back of the couch.
“aww c’mon. you don’t want those things getting smudged, kid.” he reasons. there's a fatherly quality to his voice. something warm, and deeply deceptive that sends a chill up your spine. you want to believe that he cares, that he's looking out for you in his own way, but you know ben. you know he likes it better when the only thing in your field of vision is his dick.
“can you see?” he asks quietly, thumbing over the cute swell in your cheek. he lets you suckle his tip one last time before pushing you off with a palm smack dab to the middle of your forehead. the force stings.
you squint as your eyes adjust to the lack of correction, blinking both eyes hard to try and shake off the impending headache forming behind your temples. ben raises a brow, his patience dwindling low.
soldier boy x fem reader drabble/ minors DNI/ reader is 20yo +
summary: soldier boy is making reader hold her piss
soldier boy making you hold your piss while you sit on his lap "mhmpf fuck daddy please stop- I can't hold it any longer. my stomach is starting to hurt" your cheeks were blushing from humiliation. his thumb was circling your clit while dipping his index and middle finger in your cunt "you look so dumb right now doll" your hand was desperately grasping onto his wrist trying to hinder the motion "aww that's cute. thinking you have any sort of strength" he abruptly stopped and you whined at the loss of friction "thought you wanted me to stop you little whore. are you too fucked up in the head to know what you want? I swear to god I could have you lobotimized and it still wouldn't make a fuckin' difference" he grabbed a water bottle and held it close to your lips "da-" he shoved the water down your throat as soon as you parted your lips, you instantly chocked on it "god what a pathetic fuckin' cunt, what an embarrassment to daddy" your eyes started watering as his hands started pressing down onto your bladder making you squeal. piss trickling down wetting his lap "what a nasty cunt, you're so disgusting doll. c'mon get down on your knees and lap your piss up from daddy's lap"
Someone who handles her own business, doesn’t need help and does her job like a pro.
A strong woman who would go toe to toe with a man to prove a point as Jack watches on.
She walks around with confidence, charm and witt that would leave most men speechless
Because he knows that she comes home she loses it all, when she gets home she leaves all of that independence and strength at the door.
Because she needs him to open then jar that’s just a little too tight, reach the pasta on the top shelf she would usually climb on the counter for and be the lap she falls into every night curling up as small as she can be.
To be the man that turns her into a sobbing, whimpering mess when he is balls deep inside of her as he pins her hands above her head as he says “oh it’s too much? - no I don’t think so, I think you’re gonna take it like a big girl”
The man who has he legs pressed to her chest while he fucks he so deep she can see stars, his rough thumb stroking over her pulsing little clit while she’s whines under his touch as he tells her “oh that’s a good girl- doing so well “
He likes them strong because then when she gets home she needs him to take over, to have her bent over, face pressed against the sheets while he fills her with warm ropes of cum as she writhes and mewls at every thrust, begging for more.
nasty soldier boy headcanons pt. 3 (sorry I'm ovulating)
when you lay with your belly down on the floor he approaches you and presses his boot clad foot onto your cunt "can already see a wet spot forming on your pretty panties doll face." of course you don't help the situation and try grinding against it "god what a desperate attention seeking cunt"
when you cry during sex because you are too stressed he actually mocks you. ben is thrusting deep into you as he leans down to whisper words that mess with your self worth "awww you're such an embarrassment doll. you know daddy is so ashamed to have such a dirty bitch as his girl" he says everything in such a sweet tone that actually makes you sick
ben loves to get drunk and keep you on your knees for the entire night. he needs to piss so often but doesn't want to stand up every time so he just keeps you around. every time he needs to take a piss he signals it with a slap to your face. you obediently part your lips and gulp it down. instead of being thankful for it he calls you disgusting and is super mean about it
summary: you and SOLDIER BOY were always fighting, until one night he decided to break your tough act and put you in your place, showing you exactly what a brat like you deserves.
after butcher and mm managed to unfreeze soldier boy, the safehouse became a total living hell. the team quickly realized he was way too unstable to be left alone, and since butcher, mm, hughie, and frenchie were always out chasing leads on vought, the annoying job of babysitting this piece of shit fell right into your lap. what followed was a routine of pure mutual hatred.
on that specific tuesday afternoon, the heat inside the house was unbearable. frenchie and hughie had gone out to get food, and butcher was locked in the office with mm, screaming about something on the computer screen.
in the living room, ben was sprawled on the couch, wearing just some old grey sweatpants and a white tank top that showed off his thick, massive arms. he held a beer bottle in his right hand and a lit cig in the other, letting the ash drop straight onto the floor.
"ben, i've told you a hundred times not to ash on the floor. i just cleaned this room," you said, standing right in front of him with your hands on your hips, glaring daggers at him.
he didn't even flinch. he took another long drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing it right in your face. you coughed, waving the air with your hand, your face turning red with anger.
"and i already told you i don't take orders from kids, brat," he answered, his voice deep and dragged out, full of that typical arrogance you were so sick of. "in my day, girls like you knew their place. they cleaned up the mess without complaining and kept their mouths shut when a man was relaxing."
"your day is gone! you're just a sexist idiot who spent years frozen and now you're useless, just drinking all day and having those explosive tantrums," you snapped back, taking a step forward, trying to hold your ground even though you knew he could crush you with one hand.
ben let out a loud laugh, shifting his posture on the couch. he leaned his elbows on his knees and looked at you from head to toe, his eyes narrowed as he took in your expression of pure hatred. he found it fascinating. seeing you gesturing, stomping your foot, and losing your mind over his teasing was the best part of his day. his pride would never let him admit what he felt seeing you stand up to him, so he turned everything into humiliation.
"look at you. think you scare anyone with that angry face, little girl?" he scoffed, standing up and towering over you. he reached out and patted your cheek mockingly. "you gotta respect your elders, brat. if i want to throw ash on the floor, on the table, or on your face, i will. and you're gonna clean it."
"get your hands off me, you idiot!" you yelled, slapping his hand away. "i loathe you. everyone here only puts up with you because they need your strength against homelander, but the second this is over, i'll make sure to kick you out myself."
the argument was getting loud enough to echo through the halls. the office door banged open and butcher appeared at the top of the stairs with his usual scowl, holding a pack of smokes.
"what the hell is all this noise down here?" butcher roared, stepping down the stairs, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. "i'm trying to work and you two sound like dogs fighting over a bone. girl, i gave you one simple job: keep him quiet inside the house. is it really that hard?"
"he's throwing ash everywhere and treating me like a maid!" you complained, pointing at ben, hoping for some support.
ben took another sip of his beer, looking at butcher with a smirk. "your nanny is a crybaby, man. can't take a joke. in my time, women had thicker skin. this generation today is made of sugar, the slightest thing and they wanna cry and scream."
butcher let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. he had zero patience for this. "i don't give a shit whose fault it is."
"but..." you tried to protest.
"no buts, fuckin' fix it," butcher cut you off, turning around and heading back up to the office, slamming the door hard.
when silence returned to the room, you looked at ben and he had the biggest, smug bastard smile on his face. he set the beer on the coffee table with a thud and leaned back on the couch, locking his hands behind his head, savoring your defeat.
"see that, little girl?" he whispered, his voice smooth and venomous. "even your friend knows you're just a spoiled brat making a drama out of everything. now, do me a favor. go to the kitchen and get me another beer. and try not to cry on the way, yeah?"
you clenched your fists so hard your nails almost cut your skin. the hatred you felt for this man was overflowing, and the amusement in his eyes only made it worse. you knew he was doing it on purpose, of course you knew. he always did everything to get under your skin, and he always succeeded, damn it.
later that week, things in the house got even tighter. the place wasn't actually that big; it was a well-hidden underground structure so vought wouldn't find you.
since you were the only girl in the group, mm and frenchie had insisted you deserved some privacy and dignity. they agreed you'd get the only single bedroom in the house, while the men shared the other rooms and makeshift beds. ben, of course, complained at the time, saying it was ridiculous for him to be cramped while a brat got a whole room to herself, but butcher told him to shut the fuck up.
things changed on a thursday night. starlight showed up out of nowhere, wearing a heavy coat to disguise herself, desperate to see hughie. they were going through a rough patch with vought and she needed a safe place to crash away from the spotlight. hughie was so nervous, pacing back and forth in the kitchen, it was almost sad to watch.
you looked at hughie, who was staring at you with those puppy-dog eyes, and let out a long sigh. you liked them and knew how hard the situation was. "it's fine, hughie. she can stay in my room with you tonight. i'll grab some blankets and sleep on the living room couch, no problem."
"seriously? wow, thank you so much, for real.” hughie said, looking like he was gonna cry tears of relief, while annie gave you a quick, grateful hug.
later, you went upstairs and grabbed your jammies—a pair of short cotton shorts and an old t-shirt—along with a pillow and a blanket. when you came down to set things up on the couch, you ran straight into ben coming out of the kitchen. he was finishing a beer and stopped in his tracks, watching you carry your stuff with that heavy, lingering gaze of his.
ben took the last gulp of his beer, set the empty bottle on the counter, and checked you out from head to toe, noticing your short jammies. his eyes lingered on your legs and the outline of your chest under the t-shirt.
"goodnight to you too, little girl.” he rumbled in his deep, dragged-out voice, letting out a short, mocking chuckle from the corner of his mouth as he walked past you.
he didn't say anything else, just turned his back and walked up the steps slowly, heading toward the bedrooms upstairs. you exhaled, relieved he hadn't started another fight, and started fixing the blanket and pillow on the couch.
after lying down and pulling the blanket over yourself, silence finally took over the house. the exhaustion from a stressful day made you fall into a deep sleep quickly.
the living room was almost pitch black, broken only by the grey streaks of moonlight cutting through the blinds. you were totally vulnerable there, curled up on the couch, having no idea that at the top of the stairs, the door to the room ben was sleeping in opened without making a single sound.
he walked down the steps slowly, barefoot, wearing only those loose grey sweatpants. he hadn't come down for water or a smoke. he came down specifically to see you. his pride, shaped by decades of being america's greatest hero, would never let him admit it out loud, but the image of you sleeping in the living room in those short pajamas had been hammering his brain all night. he felt an overwhelming, violent, suffocating urge for you, something that made him furious because he couldn't control it. he hated the fact that a girl who stood up to him every day had so much power over his thoughts.
he stopped right next to the couch, arms crossed over his broad chest, just watching the shape of your body in the dark. ben couldn't resist. the need to possess, to touch, and to break your tough attitude spoke way louder. with calculated slowness, he knelt on the floor, his face inches from yours.
his large, calloused hand reached out to your exposed leg, tracing up your skin before sliding under your shirt. centimeters by centimeter, he pulled the light fabric up with torturous care, exposing your chest to the cold air. your nipples hardened instantly, and ben swallowed hard, staring at your soft skin.
his pants were already tight, but he forced himself to hold back from sucking you right then so he wouldn’t wake you up.
the sudden chill and the weight of his hand finally woke you. your eyes fluttered open to see ben looming over you, his fingers against your bare skin.
shock hit you like electricity. you gasped, trying to scramble back and push his chest away, but ben instantly pinned you down. with terrifying speed, he locked both your wrists above your head with one hand, while his other hand slapped over your mouth, smothering your scream.
he shook his head slowly, looking down at your wide, terrified eyes with a cold, dominant stare.
"shh... quiet, doll. you don't want to wake up the whole house and have them see you like this, do you?" he whispered darkly against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
you thrashed beneath him, trying to kick, but his strength was an iron press. seeing your panic, his expression softened into something purely manipulative. "calm down... relax, sweetheart. look at me," he murmured, loosening the pressure on your mouth just enough but keeping his fingers close. "you're so beautiful. a perfect little thing."
tears of pure fear spilled down your cheeks. ben shook his head, feigning disappointment. "no, no. don't cry, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, you know that. I just wanted to talk." he used that calm, steady voice to break your resistance and make you feel small. "you know this is your fault, right? you're a tease. walking around this house all day in those tiny shorts... it's disrespectful to the men here. you kept me wound up all day, parading around. I couldn't resist."
his words twisted your mind, making you feel a sudden wave of guilt. he leaned into your neck, inhaling deeply. "I've been starving for you since the day they defrosted me. I always wanted you for myself. you have no idea how pissed I got whenever you laughed at frenchie’s stupid jokes or talked late with butcher. I wanted to break their faces. because I'm the one who's supposed to hold you. you're mine."
the heavy manipulation confused your fear with an overwhelming sense of submission. you always acted tough during the day, but being helpless under the most powerful man in the house completely broke your facade.
ben saw you hesitate. he gently stroked your wet cheek, his eyes dropping lower. "let me fuck you, doll... daddy's gonna take such good care of you. promise you'll be a good girl, hm?"
you shook your head in a panic reflex, biting your lips so hard you almost bled, your whole body shaking. "i... i'm a virgin, ben... no. please... don't."
ben froze. he closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself. his jaw clenched.
fuck, you were untouched. that piece of info just made his desire explode to dangerous levels. the idea of being the only one, of completely corrupting your innocence, was the peak of everything he wanted. he opened his eyes, locking them onto yours with a predatory intensity. "virgin..." he rasped. "okay. listen to me, little girl... i’ll be careful, but you gotta to let me in. you want this, i know you do. let your man show you how it feels. accept it, baby?”
completely manipulated and driven by panic and the sweet ache you felt when he confessed his obsession, you ended up nodding your head, crying softly. you accepted.
ben smirked, savoring your surrender. he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours, starting a tense, deep kiss, mixing his taste with your tears. his massive hand gripped your nape firmly while his mouth traveled down your neck, leaving dark hickeys on your soft skin. mid-kiss, his large hand gripped the hem of your shirt and, with one firm tug, yanked it over your head, tossing it onto the floor.
only then did his hand grip the back of your neck, his mouth dragging down to your throat, leaving dark bruises on your soft skin. you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and trying your best to stay quiet. now completely bare from the waist up, you shivered as ben moved lower, his hot tongue tracing down to your breasts. he took one pert nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily while his other hand squeezed your opposite breast, leaving red marks under his touch.
"fuck, baby... your tits are so good," he growled against your skin. "perfect for daddy."
he continued down, licking your stomach slowly, making your entire body twitch and ache with anticipation. when he reached your hips, ben hooked his fingers into the waistband of both your shorts and panties, pulling them down your legs in one smooth motion and discarding them.
with you completely naked and vulnerable beneath him, your legs shook, but ben gripped your thighs firmly, forcing your hips open wide as he pinned himself between them. he looked up for a split second, admiring your flushed face and panting chest, before lowering his head and pressing his mouth straight against your untouched center.
the feeling of his tongue, hot and wet, against your sensitive skin made your hips tilt upward. you tried to close your legs out of pure bashful reflex, but his hands were like iron cuffs holding your thighs wide open, exposing all of you to him. ben started lapping from bottom to top, tracing your lips firmly, coating everything in his warm spit. the wet sounds his mouth made down there were loud in the silent room, making you die of embarrassment.
"no being shy now, yeah?" he muffled his words against your skin, his voice vibrating right on your clit, sending an electric shock through your spine. "answer me baby, you like having my mouth right here?"
you covered your face with your forearm, choking back a needy moan, tears still flowing but now mixed with a wave of pleasure you'd never felt before. "yes... yes, ben..." you confessed in a thread of a voice, your face burning. "please... keep going... it's so good."
hearing you beg like that, totally submissive to his control, was the exact fuel his ego and lust needed. ben caught your clit between his lips and started sucking hard, while the tip of his tongue flicked there in a fast, relentless rhythm. he alternated between licking your entrance and sucking your lips with a ravenous hunger, leaving you completely drenched.
and ben seemed determined to make it very clear how much he was enjoying finally getting what he wanted so badly. he proved it with small, muffled groans of satisfaction, his dedicated suction making wet noises fill the space, not to mention the way his fingertips dug into the skin of your hips in a clear demand for you to stay wide open.
"b—ben… this is so good. you're so good," you said softly between needy whimpers.
he started eating you out like he was starving, the wet sucking sounds getting even louder and driving you absolutely crazy.
your back arched with pleasure and your thin fingers gripped chunks of ben's hair with enough force to hurt, but he showed no bother and definitely didn't stop, only groaning and getting even more skillful with his mouth.
he pressed his lips hard against your clit, sucking intensely, making your hips twitch involuntarily on the couch. when he felt you were right on the edge, totally vulnerable and panting, he gripped your thighs tighter, moving his large fingers to massage your skin in circular motions.
slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes dark as they watched you writhe with your eyes closed, whimpers slipping from your mouth.
realizing he'd stopped, you opened your eyes and looked down, meeting his green eyes gleaming as they stared at you. you blinked slowly, trying to hide the disappointment before asking: "b—ben? why did you—"
"what would happen if one of the boys woke up to your loud little noises, hm?" you heard ben comment, his voice raspy, cutting you off. he started using his thumb to stimulate you in slow, torturating strokes, almost like a caress. "y'know... they'd come down to see what the noise is, and then they'd find you here, exactly like this, all open and dripping for me. imagine that, baby. they'd see that the complaining little brat is nothing but a helpless little slut, yeah?"
ben spoke those filthy words while lowering his head again, pressing his mouth back into your wet pussy. he alternated slow sucks on your clit with wet kisses on the inside of your thigh, making you even more sensitive. the humiliation of his words and the real fear of someone coming down the stairs sent such a heavy jolt of adrenaline through your body that your pussy started throbbing. you were completely turned on by the danger.
in a reflex of pure shame and denial of what you were feeling, you shook your head, whining softly, but your own body betrayed your mind. unable to resist the pleasure, you ended up tilting your hips up, pushing your pussy against his lips, silently begging him to keep eating you out.
feeling the shift of your hips and the way you surrendered to his touch, ben stopped abruptly. he raised his face, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"am i right? answer me.” he commanded in a deep voice, holding both your thighs tightly to keep you still.
you just shook your head again, trying to hide your face with your arm, lacking the courage to admit out loud how much that humiliation was exciting you.
seeing your stubborn silence, ben didn't hesitate. he raised his heavy hand and brought it down in a sharp smack right against your pussy, making a loud slap echo in the quiet of the dark living room. the impact of his palm against your sensitive, slick skin made you jolt on the couch, whimpering from the mix of sting and pleasure the strike caused, drawing tears from your eyes.
"you know you are, baby," he whispered cruelly and softly, leaning back over your trembling body and tracing his fingertips over the tender skin. "you're a helpless little slut, hm? we both know it, doll."
"y'know what?" he kept talking in a raspy voice, bringing his face close to your cunt, his hot breath making your skin goosebump all over. "even if they showed up... i wouldn't be able to stop. fuck 'em all."
he slid his hands up your thighs, digging his fingers hard into your flesh, making his control over you clear.
"you're so hot, my love... so irresistible with this soaked pussy, begging for me, that i just don't give a rat's ass. i wouldn't care one bit if i had to fuck you right in front of them to make it crystal clear who you belong to. i'd keep burying my tongue in you while they watched their precious little girl cry and groan in my ear."
your eyes widened and you felt yourself get even wetter, your thighs twitching with arousal as you forced yourself to keep your legs open for him. ben smirked as he caught your reaction to his words, going back to biting and sucking the inside of your thighs, sliding his fingertips up and down between the slick folds.
"imagine, me fucking you good and your idiot friends walking in right then?" ben asked raspily, spitting right onto your swollen clit, rubbing his fingers over it with a wet noise, watching fascinated as the little mound twitched under his touch. "would you like them to see you getting fucked by me, hm? would you like them to see me using you however i want?"
you closed your eyes for a moment and your slender fingers gripped his hair tightly, forcing yourself to hold back a whimper at ben's dirty talk. just as much as your face burned with embarrassment at the things ben said with such natural ease, you felt an undeniable pleasure where your pussy was getting even wetter and hungrier for his touch.
"d—don't keep saying those things," you whined, rubbing your hands over your hot face, then propping yourself up on one forearm so you could watch him, your chest panting up and down non-stop.
you felt the moment ben chuckled softly, going back to sucking you, causing those sharp, wet, delicious noises, his short beard tickling as he made a point to rub his face against you.
little by little, your body started giving those signs that you were gonna come soon. it was getting hot and tingling in that familiar way, and you were rubbing your feet against the couch in agony.
"ben… i—i feel weird," you said alertly, your fingers tangling back into his hair so you could see his green eyes. "i'm gonna… something. please," you groaned confusedly, not knowing exactly what you meant or what you were feeling. you groaned, opening your legs even wider, and ben stopped sucking you, but he spit on your pussy to rub it with his fingers in quick, agile circular motions.
"you want me to make you come, but you know only pussies that belong to daddy get to come, don't you? is your pussy mine, doll?" those words were enough to make your legs twitch and your back arch, your eyes rolling back under your lids.
"answer me, doll, who does it belong to? does it belong to daddy?"
"yes! yes it is," you said in agony, and ben shook his head no.
"yes what? belongs to who?"
"to daddy! it belongs to daddy, ben. it belongs to you." a sharp, excited cry caught in your throat when ben, seemingly satisfied with your answer, went back to sucking you slowly, leaving you coated in his spit.
as ben sucked you, his cheeks were slicked with the mix of his saliva and the cum pouring out of you, and his green eyes were locked, watching with interest the pleasurable expressions on your flushed, sweaty face, your pink mouth open in tearful, desperate whimpers. he knew the exact moment you were coming when suddenly your delicate little body started shaking all over in beautiful little spasms, trying for all you were worth to pull away from the extreme stimulation and close your legs so ben would stop.
while the orgasm dragged out, you weren't even aware of how you kept whimpering "daddy, daddy, daddy..." non-stop. and ben was persistent, his strong hands firmly gripping both your thighs so you'd keep them open, stopping you at all costs from pushing him away and preventing him from getting more of your sweet taste directly in his mouth.
and with all that extreme stimulation and you slowly coming down, tears pooled in your eyes and you started swatting your hands against ben's shoulders, crying out for him to stop because you couldn't take any more.
he finally stopped, pulling away from you with a loud, wet pop, panting heavily, a few strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his lips and beard glistening with spit everywhere, making quite a sight.
"you okay?" he asked carefully, and heard you whisper a yes. he leaned over your little body, practically covering you, propping both hands on the couch on either side of your head, starting to pepper kisses all over your face. "you sure?"
"uh-huh..." you said breathlessly, turning your face a bit more so he'd start kissing your mouth, tasting your own flavor on his lips.
"okay." ben whispered between the quick kisses.
he pulled back just a bit, enough to kneel between your open legs. calmly, ben gripped his massive, throbbing cock and pulled it out of his sweatpants, letting you see it right there in the dim living room. the sight of its size, gleaming slightly from being completely pre-wet, made you swallow hard. a pit in your stomach and a bit of fear took over your chest, making you shrug your shoulders against the couch.
noticing your hesitation, he tried to calm you down with a caress on your face. ben slotted his hips between your legs and you felt his cock brush against your wet entrance.
"it's okay, doll. look at daddy," he said in an extremely sweet, gentle voice, planting a wet kiss on your cheek.
"i don't know if i c-can take it, p-please don't do this."
you let out the words right before a whimper escaped your mouth from feeling his cock rubbing against you.
"you can, baby.” he said finally.
ben held his cock by the base and kept rubbing it up and down against you, feeling your entrance open every time he rubbed there. he knew he had to be careful, he really did. but he didn't want to, fuck. he was never careful when he fucked. he had a tendency to make it hurt, leave bruises, see the person cry until they couldn't take it anymore. but he had to try.
he noticed how hard it would be when he tried to put just the head of his cock into your tight opening, your body pushing him out at all costs. if he shoved it all in at once, he might end up killing you, damn it.
"fuck, try to relax." he said softly, running his fingers through your messy hair. "it won't hurt as much if you relax your body, okay? can you do that for me?"
you nodded slowly, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to his body like a koala.
ben tried one more time, having to look down, he very calmly started pushing just the head of his thick cock in, which could barely wait to shove the whole thing. you felt yourself stretch as ben slowly pushed, and in the same second, you let out a gasp mixed with a sharp cry, the kind where the sound gets cut off by a lack of air.
"fuck baby, you're so tight," ben whispered in your ear, feeling you scratch his back in pure desperation.
"ben!" you groaned his name way too loud, not even having half of him inside you yet. "take it out, p-please."
"i didn't even put it all in, baby," he said, laughing at your face which was contorted in pain. "you're gonna take it."
ben slid out of you, causing a wet suction sound. he grabbed both your legs and bent your knees, leaving you wide open and vulnerable. his hands held tight right in the crook of your knee and thigh, leaving you exposed and easy to enter.
you felt a wave of relief when you didn't have his weight hurting you anymore, even though you wanted it badly. and that relief completely vanished when ben rammed his entire cock into your tight heat.
you were caught off guard, totally off guard.
before you could let out the first cry of pain from the impact, ben lunged forward with his palm and clamped your mouth shut hard, completely muffling your sounds in the dark room.
ben buried his cock deep inside you with force, groaning raspy in your ear, feeling the tightness all around him.
"so tight, fuck," he groaned heavily, bending your legs even more.
he started taking deep, hard thrusts, making your entire body shake on the couch.
your eyes were wide open, staring at him, filled with tears, panic, and shock. while your trembling hands tried to push his rigid chest and your head shook no, a silent plea for him to stop.
but he was infinitely stronger and took advantage of every second of your weakness, using your little body like it was just a hole for his pleasure, taking out the hatred and desire he felt for you after all the fights you'd had since he was unfrozen.
"fuck, i needed this.” he growled against your ear, his voice straining from the physical effort as he drove deep, without a shred of mercy. "you gotta take this, baby. know how many times i imagined shutting your mouth like this? while i fuck you?"
you tried to scream and whine against his palm, but the sound came out totally smothered.
"this is for you annoying me, if you were a good girl, it wouldn't have to be like this.” he hissed cruelly, your spit running down his hand in your attempt to bite him. "but girls like you deserve to be treated like this, fuck. this is for you learn to respect me, got it? learn to respect your elders, slut.”
driven by the panic of being heard by the rest of the group in the house and the confusing, overwhelming pleasure that degradation caused down there, you stopped fighting. your arms fell weightless to the sides of the couch.
ben took his hand off your mouth, replacing it with his own lips in a calm kiss. "can you hear daddy? look at me, doll."
fuck, he was fascinated.
"it'll pass, alright? i promise, in a bit it'll pass."
ben started moving slowly, trying to ignore the urge to flip you onto your stomach and fuck you until you passed out from the ache.
"it hurts s-so much, d-daddy."
ben sealed his lips over yours again and started moving faster, your quiet whimpers slipping into his mouth.
"baby, you okay?"
the moment you nodded, ben didn't care about anything else. in one single motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, arching your backside way up.
you whined in fright, losing all your support and burying your face against the cushions, while you felt the cold air of the living room hit your bare, exposed skin. before you could even process the change, ben slotted right behind you, gripping your hips with a force that would definitely leave purple marks on your skin.
without giving you time to breathe or get used to the new position, he lined up his massive cock and buried it all at once, entering from behind with a dry, violent thud.
he started hammering you just the way he'd wanted since the moment you came down the stairs and showed up in front of him in those trashy little shorts. the movements were brutal and accurate, spilling pre-cum inside your tight pussy, feeling it squeeze around him and try to push him out at every turn.
the pain of the impact made your whole back arch, and your eyes widened in the dark. you opened your mouth to let out the scream trapped in your throat, but ben was faster: he reached forward, pulling your hair back hard to steady your head, and with his other palm, clamped his hand tight over your mouth again, completely muffling your crying.
your body was shoved forward every time ben slammed into you, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the couch fabric, making you whimper.
even with his hand trying to smother your mouth, your sharp cries and whimpers escaped between his fingers, echoing muffled and desperate through the quiet living room. ben heard the sound of your despair and smiled against your nape, completely turned on by how your body reacted to every blow.
"fuck, princess." ben could see perfectly his cock vanishing inside you. the obscene, wet sounds of his full balls slapping against your backside only egged him on to go faster, to rough you up. the sound echoed heavy in the dark living room, mixing with your ragged breath and smothered whines.
"you were made for this, dammit. to be ben's little puppy and get fucked by him, yeah? say it, little girl.” he ordered, delivering a loud, firm slap to your ass that left your skin stinging.
"i... i am...", you started to murmur, your voice cracking, cut off by the brutal thrusts he refused to stop giving.
"you're what, fuck? say it right, you slut.” ben insisted, his voice even raspier and more impatient. he held your waist with both hands now, digging his fingers into your skin with force, and gave a thrust so deep it made you curve your back, letting out a sharp cry that echoed through the room. "say it to daddy."
with your body already exhausted and your mind completely hazy from the overload of sensations, you looked at him over your shoulder and bit your lips, your heavy eyes trying to focus on his face in the dark. your legs started shaking and the feeling that you were gonna pass out scared you, the pleasure mixed with physical exhaustion leaving you totally without strength to hold yourself up.
looking for any kind of support so you wouldn't collapse on the couch, you leaned your back against ben's bare, sweaty chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady thumping of his heart. you made an effort to turn your neck, looking over your shoulder, searching for his eyes. with your lips parted and a completely surrendered, needy look, you let your voice out real quiet:
"i'm your little puppy, daddy... i-i was made for you to use me. ben's little girl.” you finally managed to say, your eyes glistening as you looked at him.
in that exact instant, his huge hand grabbed your neck with a possessive grip, squeezing a bit. he yanked your body all the way back, slamming your back straight against his broad, bare chest, keeping you totally trapped and dominated, without stopping messing with you for a single second. the thrusts kept coming deep, rhythmic, and relentless, making your hips smack against his with a muffled, wet sound.
he leaned his face forward, burying his teeth into the side of your neck in a firm bite that made you let out a sharp gasp and goosebumped your entire body. "my dumb little puppy. daddy's favorite, y'know?"
"daddy. i-i..." your eyes rolled back when you felt ben's hands roughing up your chest, making you come all over again.
his heavy, calloused palms squeezed your breasts with brutal force, tugging at your sensitive nipples which were already sore from the friction of the couch. your entire body locked up in a violent spasm, your pussy squeezing so hard it trapped his cock in a suffocating grip while you melted completely all over again, whimpering quietly against his chest.
"tell me who you belong to, little one. say my name." your release dripped onto the couch and slicked ben's cock, which kept pounding into your sensitive heat. your body was limp, completely surrendered and shaking with every brutal blow he delivered from behind. "make daddy happy, baby. do it."
"i-i belong to d-daddy ben… i'm y-yours, yours, b-ben." you said, closing your eyes, your voice destroyed by crying and exhaustion, and your pussy burned, trying at all costs to push ben out of the tight heat.
you were so sensitive that every thrust felt like it was burning.
"mine. my little slut, daddy’s little puppy." he held your waist with his fingers sinking into your skin, pulling your hips hard against his.
he leaned his face right to your ear, his voice coming in a dragged, possessive growl.
"fuck, girl. i'm gonna cum." he whispered, squeezing your waist tight. "i'm gonna fill you all the way up with my cum, doll. can i? do you let daddy fill you all the way up, little girl?"
totally weak, crying quietly and lacking the strength to deny your man anything, you moved your head slowly, nodding against the cushion while letting out a needy, dragged-out groan.
"y-yes... daddy, please... cum inside me.” you begged in a thread of a broken voice, squeezing your eyes shut hard.
ben let out a heavy breath and delivered three final, hard thrusts, shoving his massive cock all the way to the hilt inside you. the force of the impact made your back arch and your eyes roll, completely losing your breath as his body locked tight against yours.
with a low, raspy growl that vibrated right in your back, ben pumped all his cum, deep inside you. giving you such an absurd feeling of fullness that your body started contracting in involuntary spasms of pure pleasure and exhaustion, squeezing his member while the fluid started to overflow and slowly run down your trembling thighs.
he kept pushing his hips to stretch out the climax, his cock still incredibly hard.
his body relaxed heavily over your back, his broad, sweaty chest rising and falling with a noisy, tired breath right next to your ear.
"doll?" he called calmly, his breath hitching. he stayed buried inside you for a few long seconds, feeling the heat and the tiny squeezes your body was still giving around his member.
"daddy..." you managed to say, your raspy voice cracking.
with a long sigh, ben finally started to pull away. when he slid his cock out of you, the wet sound and sudden emptiness made you let out a quiet whimper of pain, feeling your chafed entrance sting instantly.
he rubbed his cock against your ass, watching drops of his cum still dripping from the tip.
his warmth started to overflow and run in slow threads down your thighs, staining the dark couch.
"there you go, little doll... daddy's here. it's over now.” he murmured in his raspy, soft voice, pulling your trembling little body by the waist to lay you facing him in the narrow space of the couch.
his hand came up to your face, brushing away the strands of hair stuck to your forehead and wiping the traces of tears from your cheek with his thumb. he started giving you sweet, calm kisses all over your face, on the tip of your nose, and on your still-swollen lips.
"does it hurt a lot, baby?" he asked quietly, looking deep into your eyes.
"i-it hurts a bit, ben... you were really rough.” you confessed in a broken whisper, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, seeking the heat of his skin to calm down.
"i know, my baby. but you were a very good little girl for me. daddy's proud, y'know?"
feeling this tenderness from him after he'd hurt you made your eyes glisten and your cheeks heat up. you let out a tiny smile, completely forgetting the ache in your pussy.
"really, d-daddy?" you asked in a sweet whisper, with a very needy voice and your eyes shining in the dark, looking for approval. "you really thought i did good?"
"i did, doll. daddy's real proud of you.” he answered, amused by how completely surrendered you were and leaving a long kiss on your swollen lips. "you're my perfect little girl, yeah? you're daddy's girl?"
you nodded slowly, rubbing your face lightly against his bare chest, totally enveloped by that warmth and the sense of belonging that dominated your chest.
"yes daddy, i-i'm your little girl.” you murmured in a very needy, dragged-out voice, your eyes almost closing from pure exhaustion, but with a warm heart from being right there.
he squeezed you a bit tighter against himself, letting you listen to the steady thumping of his heart. his hand kept up a slow, constant caress in your hair, sliding down your arms to give you a gentle rub and calm you from the shock and physical stress.
after your breathing started going back to normal, lulled by the long caress ben was giving your hair, he gave a tender kiss to the top of your head and moved slowly on the couch.
"hold on, doll. i'll be right back.” he whispered in his raspy voice, getting up.
you curled your legs against your chest, feeling your body limp and your lower half stinging with the cold air of the room. in the dark, you watched ben walk to the bathroom. in a few minutes, he came back carrying a small towel, damp with water, and your clothes that he'd thrown on the floor.
he knelt back down on the edge of the couch, and with extreme gentleness, ben held your ankles and opened your legs slowly so you wouldn't jump from the touch. he started wiping with the towel carefully, cleaning the trail of mess mixed with the tiny bit of blood from your entrance that coated your thighs and your sore opening. every pass of the cloth brought immediate relief to the burning on your sensitive skin.
"alright, little doll.” he murmured after a few minutes of wiping your body, setting the towel aside. "tomorrow you take a shower, okay?"
he picked up your cotton panties. holding your hip with one hand to lift you slightly, he slid the soft fabric gently over your trembling legs, pulling the piece up carefully so it wouldn't squeeze your bruised area. next, ben took your shorts, slipping one foot in at a time, and pulled the elastic up to your waist, fixing the clothes on your body with total patience, as if he were taking care of a toddler.
lastly, he grabbed your shirt. he helped you sit up on the couch, propping your weight against his chest because your little body was still totally out of strength. you slid your arms through the sleeves and he pulled the cloth down, covering your nipples which still stung from his grips.
with you fully dressed and protected, ben smirked, satisfied to see his little girl comfortable again. he lay back down on the couch, pulling you by the waist so you'd rest your head directly on his bare, sweaty chest. he covered both of you with the blanket up to your chest.
you gathered the tiny bit of strength you had left and shyly tilted your face up, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and pressed your lips to his in a slow, wet kiss.
ben let out a low sigh, surprised by your sudden gesture, and his smirk grew, finding your attitude the most beautiful thing in the world.
after the little kiss, you quickly hid your face in the crook of his neck, snuggling even closer against that broad, protective chest. you threw your arm over his waist, holding onto his body as if the outside world didn't exist. you both knew perfectly well that in a few hours, the day would break and the others would come down the stairs and catch you two exactly like that: crashed on the couch, covered by the same blanket, and smelling like what you'd just done.
lulled by the steady rhythm of ben's heart and the sweet caress he wouldn't stop giving your hair, you finally let out a heavy sigh of relief and fell fast asleep, knowing you were completely safe in his arms.
a/n: hiii, i hope you guys liked this story as much as i did, cause it pleased me so much 🤭🤭 thank you so much to everyone who is following me and liking my stories, okay? you all live in my heart ♡
warnings: impact play, spit play, restraintments, fauxcest (dad/daughter), soft dom ben aww how cute
wc: 1.2k
note: haha six seven… thought i’d get one out before bed. enjoy!
It’s the only tape he personally recorded.
The handheld camera is steady in his hand, tight in that brutish grip of his that you can never seem to bring yourself away from. You’re in his favorite position—no, not yours, but his. Your hands are wrapped tightly with duct tape, ankles bound together in the same crude manner as your wrists.
All you can feel is the harsh stinging in your face and the wetness of saliva and tears dripping down your skin. It’s a mixture of his own and yours dribbling down your mouth with every excruciating sob you release.
When Ben hits you again, the sound ripples through the walls. It forces out this blood curdling scream that you can only describe as Hollywood. It’s a perfect one that can be utilized for a damn soundtrack.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” He coos, rubbing the back of his hand against your soft skin. You wince and nod your head, hiccuping and sniffling.
Your face is tight with weariness, clearly anticipating the next brutal strike. You’d been sitting for so long your ass is numb and tingly. He rubs his thumb against your puffy bottom lip, pressing the pad of it at the slit and pushing it into your mouth. You’re reluctant to suck it until he gives you that look.
He forces your jaw open, rubbing his finger against the soft muscle. “Don’t be so tight.” He sighs. “You look so pretty like this, baby. The most perfect slut if I’ve ever seen one.” He taps your jaw lightly, signaling his next move. You tilt your head up more for him, eyebrows furrowing as you watch him gather up spit in his mouth. Ben does his best to make sure the camera is angled perfectly so that it catches everything. A glob of spit is dribbled down into your mouth, catching on your outstretched tongue and slowly falling down your esophagus.
“Swallow it.”
You do. You open right up for him again, making sure he knows that you do listen as he inspects your empty mouth with his finger.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” He exhales, lips upturning into a smile. “Come on. Think you can do a few more?”
Honestly, you can’t. But you don’t have a choice. It’s either you take a few or take a lot. There’s not many other routes to go through.
“I’m.. yes.” You manage. Your voice is hoarse but determined for him. “I can- can do it, I promise.” Ben rubs his palm on your cheek, smiling as your shoulders tense from the stinging pain coming back as his callouses brush over raw skin. “Use your manners, sweetheart. Dads don’t like little girls who can’t say please.”
“Please, dad.” You whine, sniffling somewhat as you feel snot begging to drip down your face. “Please hit me. I really, really want it.”
“Aw. My baby really wants her dad to hit her?” He mocks, squishing your cheeks together. “What a good girl. You’ll get whatever you want as long as you’re this sweet.”
He pulls his hand away from your face, flexing his fingers as he prepares to strike. “Count to ten for me. If you can do it we’ll be done.” Eagerly you nod.
He lifts his hand and it crackles against your skin before you can even blink. You can feel the tears bubbling in your eyes, a sharp gasp taken in.
“How many?” He murmurs, tilting your head over. “O-One.” You whine. Your lip is trembling with every breath. “Good girl. Here comes the next.”
Again, the pain intensifies as his skin comes into contact with yours. You barely blubber out a ‘two’ without sobbing like a baby.
The next three make you dizzy. The words coming out of your mouth are barely even words or anything close to the english lexicon, but he takes them as real responses anyway because you just look so adorable.
Your eyes are puffy and your face is a beautiful, blossoming purple. The force of each impact crushing another blood vessel beneath your skin and dispersing the blood throughout. It’s hard for him to remember that you’re still just a human when all he wants to do is break your cheekbone.
“What’s the number?” Ben asks again, reeling his hand back and crushing it against your cheek. He’s hoping the footage won’t be too shaky when he’s all done with this. You cough and groan, shaking your head and silently think. He takes a moment to brush some hair out of your face. “Come on. You’re not mute, sweetheart. You were just screaming your little lungs out not even two damn minutes ago.”
“It’s.. it’s.. um..” You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut as you try and try to get your memory to not fail you for once. He’s still giving you that silent, judgmental look of his. “What? What is it? Don’t tell me you lost a braincell.”
“I didn’t, I didn’t!” You exclaim. “It’s.. six. It’s six, isn’t it? Six?” You ask, blinking up at him. Your stomach settles as he nods his head. “There we go. I knew you weren’t dumb.”
The next one is purposely extra rough. He takes his time rubbing his hand against your cheek and his thumb against your lip, lulling you into a state of false relaxation.
“Perfect. Only a few more to go.” He murmurs, watching as your lips suckle against his thumb. He slips his finger out of your mouth. In the midst of your soft whimpering, he brings his hand back and slaps you one more time. You’re in a state of shock, quietly moaning in pain. “How many, sweetheart?”
Truly, you don’t know. It’d only been a few moments but you’d forgotten the entirety of this interaction.
“Uhm.. s-six.. no, not six,” You whisper, shaking your head somewhat. “Seven?” He snorts at your slight confusion but nods. “Doing so good. Three more and then you’re all done.” As a treat he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead and giving you a little kiss.
The last few hurt the worst. They always, always do. It’s obviously on purpose—why would he ever make anything easy for you? It’s a way to prove to him that you’re competent enough even when you’re high on your own endorphins.
Ben’s so goddamn hard his cock is about to tear out of his pants. To him, there’s not a better sight in the world than your messy, fucked up face. Your cheek is swollen and a mixture of obscene colors—yellow, red, and blueish purple.
“God, you look so sexy right now. Can’t wait for you to watch this back.” He groans. It’s really to himself, but he doesn’t care that you can hear him. You whine softly, blinking away a few tears. His fingers come up to rub your face. They press into your sickeningly bruised skin until you’re trembling with pain. “How’s it feel?” He asks.
You know the answer he wants isn’t the truth.
“S-So good. Really, really good. I love you, dad. Thank you for- for hitting me.”
He lifts your head up, kissing you properly for the first time since the camera switched on. It’s a lot nicer than any of his previous abuses, his tongue slipping between your lips and violating your mouth in the best way possible. He pulls away somewhat reluctantly, sighing deeply through his nose. “Fuck, how can I say no to anything you ask when you’re looking at me like that?”
summary: a single mistake at vought as an employee leaves you at the mercy of soldier boy.
content warnings: ( 18+ ) mdni. explicit sexual content. extreme degradation & verbal humiliation. absolute domination & submission. mild dumbification/objectification. consensual non-consent. rough dirty talk. rough oral sex (m receiving). face-fucking/deepthroating. hair-pulling & restraint. face-slapping. spit play. forced spit & cum swallowing. size difference & super-soldier physiology. severe power imbalance & psychological domination. primal fear turned sexual arousal. high-risk exhibitionism. severe risk of public humiliation & being caught by other supes. toxic masculinity & discarding/abandonment. forced gratitude & praise. age gap/generational gap. pet names. no use of yn.
word count: 1.5k
The massive doors of The Seven's conference room clicked shut, the ominous thud echoing through the vast, sterile space like a coffin sealing.
Moments ago, the room had been a wolf den. Homelander had been looming over you, his eyes glowing a violent, incandescent red, ready to slice you in half for the media leak. You had been hyperventilating, tears stinging your eyes, paralyzed by the primal terror that always accompanied a displeased supe.
But then, Soldier Boy had stepped in. He didn't do it out of kindness; he did it out of pure, unadulterated dominance. "Sit your ass down, boy," he had growled, blowing cigar smoke directly into his son's face. "You're throwin' a fucking tantrum over a little leak. Leave us. I'll handle this one myself." Even Homelander, desperate for his father's approval, couldn't withstand that suffocating energy. He had backed down, storming out with the rest of the team.
Now, you were alone with him.
The fear inside you was a living thing, making your knees tremble, but beneath that terror was a sickening, intoxicating heat. You had wanted him since the day he arrived at Vought. You wanted the casual, dirty ways he stared at you in the hallways. You wanted the danger.
Soldier Boy didn't say a word at first. He walked calmly over to the head of the massive conference table, pulling out his heavy leather chair. He sat down, spreading his legs wide, completely unbothered. His tactical suit remained entirely intact—the dark green, bulletproof material, the heavy chest plate, the leather straps. He looked like an untouchable god, completely armored, while you felt entirely stripped bare.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated in your chest.
You walked over, your heart hammering against your ribs, stopping right between his spread thighs. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading. "Sir... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Slap.
The strike wasn't enough to break your jaw, but the sheer force of his heavy hand against your cheek snapped your head to the side. The sting was immediate, blinding, leaving a bright red mark on your skin. A gasp left your lips, your vision swimming with tears.
"Did I tell you to speak, sweetheart?" Ben murmured, his face a mask of cold, ruthless amusement. He reached out, his leather-gloved hand fisting into your hair with brutal force, yanking your head back so hard your spine arched. "Look at you. Shakin' like a fucking leaf. You thought that psycho asshole was gonna melt your pretty little face off, didn't you?"
"Y-yes, Sir," you whimpered, your hands hovering uselessly in the air, terrified to touch him without permission.
"You're lucky you're a pretty thing," he growled, his grip tightening on your scalp, forcing you to look into his cruel, dark eyes. "Because if you weren't so damn easy on the eyes, I would've let him do it. I wouldn't have given a single fuck about you. But I hate seein' a good piece of ass go to waste. So, you can consider this your official punishment."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink into your panicked mind. His gaze slowly dragged down from your tear-filled eyes, lingering on your trembling lips before tracking all the way down your body. A dark, sadistic smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he realized just how much power he held over you.
"On your knees. Now," he ordered roughly, shoving your face down.
Trembling, you dropped to your knees immediately, the cold floor biting into your skin. You remained there, hovering helplessly between his massive thighs, your eyes fixed entirely on his dark and lustful ones.
He leaned back in his chair, his heavy hand moving to your face. His thick fingers clamped hard around your jawline, squeezing until your mouth parted in a silent gasp. Without an ounce of gentleness, he shoved two thick, rough fingers deep into your mouth, stretching your lips apart and swirling them over your tongue. He coated his fingers in your saliva, asserting absolute dominance, making you realize just how small and helpless you were compared to him.
He pulled his wet fingers out, wiping them carelessly on your cheek before tapping his fly with a ruthless, impatient smirk.
"Don't just fucking stare at me like a scared little puppy, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, hypnotic rumble that made your thoughts scatter. "Let me see how truly sorry you are before I change my mind and let Homelander have his way with you."
You swallowed hard. You knew what this meant. And you were scared to death, but the deep, throbbing heat between your legs made it impossible to know if you actually wanted it to stop.
You lowered your eyes from his face down to his lap. Your hands shook violently as you slowly reached for the zipper of his tactical suit. Pulling it down, your breath caught completely in your throat. Even flaccid, his size was intimidating, but as he hardened in your hands after a few seconds, his length became absolutely monstrous—thick, heavy, and completely unforgiving. The sheer scale of him made your stomach twist with a fresh spike of fear, knowing your mouth was never meant to accommodate something so huge.
But looking back at his eyes and his dark, expectant smirk, you knew you had no choice. You parted your wet lips, trembling, and leaned forward to take him in.
The moment your lips wrapped around the swollen head of his cock, Ben showed absolutely no mercy. This wasn't a gentle encounter; it was a punishment designed entirely for his own pleasure. He gripped your hair like a leash, his knuckles white, and began to shove his hips forward, forcing his massive size down your throat. You choked, your hands instinctively reaching out for support. Your fingers desperately gripped his thick, muscular calves, holding onto his suit for dear life as he used your mouth with a heavy, relentless rhythm.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Every thrust was a brutal reminder of his strength. Tears streamed down your burning cheeks, ruining your makeup along with whatever dignity you had left in the very room where Vought's elite decided the fate of the world.
"Yeah, take it, you greedy little slut," Ben taunted, his voice dripping with shameless degradation. He delivered another sharp, humiliating slap to your unmarred cheek, making you whimper around his length. "Look at you, gagging on a real man's cock right where the whole team sat five minutes ago. You did this on purpose, didn't you? You fucked up that file just so I'd trap you in here and put you in your place."
He pulled out abruptly, making you gasp for air. Your chest heaved, saliva dripping from your chin, your vision blurred as you desperately tried to catch your breath.
Before you could inhale a full lungful of air, Ben fisted your hair again, yanking your face up. "Open up," he commanded darkly.
As you opened your mouth to gasp, he leaned over and spat directly into your mouth, the thick saliva landing right on your tongue.
"Swallow it," he growled, staring down at your ruined, messy face with a sadistic, satisfied smirk. "You're nothing but a pretty little dumpster for me today, and you're gonna take every single fucking thing I give you."
Driven entirely by fear and an overwhelming, pathetic need to please him, you swallowed, whimpering against his hand.
But there was no reprieve. Before you could even wipe your chin, his fingers tightened in your hair once more, mercilessly shoving his cock back down your throat. The rough, punishing rhythm resumed immediately, just as harsh and unyielding as before. You were entirely undone, trapped between his heavy legs, holding onto his calves as he ruthlessly claimed your mouth for long, agonizing minutes.
When he finally reached his limit long minutes after, Ben didn't pull out. He shoved himself deep, holding your head pinned securely against his lap as he came, filling your mouth completely with his heavy, warm release. You choked under the sudden volume, your eyes wide with tears as he forced you to take every last drop.
"Swallow it all, sweetheart. Every single bit," he commanded, his thumb rubbing roughly against your cheek, where he had slapped. "Don't let a drop spill."
With a desperate, aching gulp, you forced it down, your throat burning.
Ben stared down at you, a dark, amused smile playing on his lips. He didn't let go of your hair just yet. "Now, what do you say to a man who just saved your useless little life?"
"T-thank you, Sir," you sobbed softly, completely broken and humiliated at his feet. "Thank you..."
"Good girl. See? You can learn to be obedient when you actually try," he chuckled, finally letting go of your hair. He casually tucked himself back into his suit, zipping it up and straightening his gear without offering you a second glance.
He stood up, towering over you as you collapsed slightly on the floor, weak, messy, and entirely ruined. "You took your punishment like you deserved. Now crawl back to your little office and try not to fuck up again."
And with that—without a word of comfort or a hand to help you up—Soldier Boy simply turned on his heel. He opened the heavy conference room doors, stepping out into the hallway and leaving you abandoned on the cold floor.
a/n: i honestly don't think i'm normal after writing this 🥀 the nastiest shit i've ever written and it's literally my third post.
pls feel free to tell me if u enjoyed it, it'd give me a little peace of mind that i'm not a complete freak. requests are always open!
𓏵 ┊ younger girlfriend squirting with jack abbot . 18+
you tell jack who’s been knuckles deep inside your pussy for the past hour that something feels weirder than usual, as you’re sitting in between his legs — your back pressed against his chest with your thighs parted giving him the perfect amount of access needed to pleasure you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs against your temple with a gentle kiss as his calloused digits are rhythmically plunging in and out of your hole. curling his fingers sweet into that spongey spot inside of you, it’s almost cruel the way he knows exactly how to make you lose it. “it feels weird.” you testify, eyes fixated on the recurring disappearance of your boyfriend’s fingers inside of you.
“yeah? tell me what feels weird, hm.” he hums, feeling you shift and squirm against him as he holds one of your legs open by the backside of your knee. and you can barely utter the words from your mouth, “your fingers keep pressing against my bladder, its making me feel like i have to go— go to the bathroom.” you bite down on your bottom lip.
every time jack’s fingers plunge back inside you, it feels as if you’re peeing yourself already. as if the motion of his fingers are forcing that specific release from you. “that so?” you feel his chest rumble against you as he lets out a gruff chuckle, “that’s good then. that’s the feeling you want when it starts feeling good, sweetheart.” he reassures, as your walls pulse around his fingers.
you whine, throwing you head back against his shoulder. each drag of his digits bringing you closer, and closer towards the edge as you let out soft moans.
jack let’s out an impressed whistle once he starts to feel your hips rock into hand. “fuck— it feels good.” you moan warm against the side of his neck, “so good i might actually pee.” which earns a low, amused groan from jack.
“mhmm, you gonna make a mess on my hand?” he lifts his thumb up, before pressing mean against your swollen clit making you jolt. “w—wait!” you stammer, throwing your hands towards jack’s forearm in attempt to halt his movements as he shakes his head in disapproval. “uh-uh, can’t have you telling me to stop now.” he rasps, pressing circles around your nub as it twitches under the pad of this thumb.
“c’mon and show me how messy you can get.” his breath fans warm against your cheek, before your body’s involuntarily letting loose. your body is shaking, and your walls are caving in around jack’s digits as you’re whimpering. “thaat’s it, baby— give it to me.” he groans, targeting that sweet spot inside of you, before you’re making a wet mess all over yourself.
“mmgh, jack— jack.” you’re whimpering as slight humiliation fills your chest, though the pleasure is far too euphoric as he coaxes every last drop out of you. “atta girl.” he nudges his mouth against the side of your head to whisper in your ear. “i love nasty girls.” he groans.
𑣲⋆｡˚ rabbot love taking you at the same time p link
jack is grasping your hips from below you with an iron rip as your boobs press against his chest, dragging against him with each harsh thrust. he's looking straight up at your face, and you gaze down at him with bleary eyes, already so fucked out :(
he pouts sympathetically at the dumb look on your face and brushes some of the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes when your head lulled forward. you make sensual eye contact while he caresses your face in his big hand, gazing at you adoringly.
it would've been so romantic
if not for the absolute brute robby was, pounding into you from behind, with a harsh grunt from each thurst.
no wonder you were so dumb already, your poor pussy was struggling to fit both of their big cocks at the same time :(
robby readjusts and hikes his leg up to give him more momentum, gripping onto your shoulders to drag you right back down their lengths when you tried to squirm away.
the new angle caused you to let out a shocked squeal and then a defeated whimper when you realised robby wouldn't let up. jack tuts, "aw robby's being mean isn't he baby?"
you let out a dumb nod, making eye contact with jack again while they both plough into you. robby ignores the comment and just keeps going, and jacks hands drag up your body to squeeze the plush planes of your boobs, still holding eye contact while teasing your nipples.
you were a mess, bless your soul, spasming, drooling, your hole leaking. but they loved it. they revel in knowing they ruin you so good your brain can't function anymore and all you can think about is dick.
rabbot love ruining their girl at the same time ᥫ᭡.
Seeing Price ragged got me feeling all sorts of ways. I need Nik gentling that man. Perhaps Price puts up a fight because he's been running on adrenalin and animal fear of every shadow for months, but Nik's irresistible once he's skin to skin. His hands get up John's shirt and his lips find his neck, and before Price knows it his face is buried in Nik's chest, blunt nails tracing up and down his back.
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