summary ﹏ It was supposed to be a quiet morning in bed but it quickly shifts into something darker and more controlling, as Ben takes charge of the situation and turns your teasing into a rough, possessive sexual encounter.
The first thing you notice when waking up is the silence all around; no TV blasting old porn or the clicking of rocks in Whiskey glasses. There’s no low, irritated whispers or boots tapping the floor. Ben is actually quiet, still asleep behind you with his warmth pressed against your back, naked skin against naked skin.
His arm is slung over your waist like it belongs there, hand resting low on your stomach, fingers flexing faintly in his sleep. Even like this, there’s weight to him—something grounded, immovable and dangerous. You can feel it in the way he holds you, like you’re not going anywhere. Like you’re more of a possession than a real person, like he’s making sure you can’t escape his grasp. You shift just slightly, testing it and his grip tightens instantly. “Don’t,” he mutters, voice rough with sleep, barely awake. “Stop moving so much.”
Your hand drifts down to where his rests on you, brushing your fingers lightly over his knuckles to feel the rough skin. He huffs, half-awake, and shifts closer again, burying his face somewhere near your shoulder.
“Christ,” he mumbles, voice thick. “You’re fuckin’ warm.” You smile faintly, turning just enough to look back at him. “Good morning to you too, I guess.”
He cracks one eye open, squinting at you like the light personally offended him by speaking. His hair’s a mess, jaw rough with stubble, expression somewhere between annoyance and something softer he’d never admit to. “Too early,” he mutters, groaning like you’re used to hear from him. “It’s not that early.”
“Yeah? Well it feels like it.” You huff a quiet laugh, and that seems to wake him a little more. His gaze sharpens, settling properly on your face now, taking you in in a way that feels more deliberate. There it is, that shift. His hand moves—slow at first, dragging up your side, thumb brushing under your ribs under it gets to your tit. Not gentle exactly, but not rough either. He mindlessly starts to roll his thumb around your areola, creating goosebumps onto your skin.
“You always talk this fuckin’ much in the morning?” he asks.
“Only when you’re grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy. Being grumpy is for old shit.”
“You kind of are.” His mouth twitches at your answer, just barely. Then his hand tightens on your breast, pulling you back into him fully, and suddenly you can feel everything—the heat of him, the solid press of his body, and the unmistakable hardness against your lower back. You go still for half a second at the feeling of his cock so hard against you; not the first time you feel it but it’s always so surprising.
Ben leans in, mouth brushing against your shoulder, then your neck—lazy at first, like he’s still waking up. His stubble scratches at your skin, making you hiss quietly, your eyes closing for a second or so before opening once more.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “Don’t ignore that, doll.” Your breath catches a little at his words and how he realized. “I wasn’t—” You try to defend yourself, but no need. “Mm.” His hand slides down your stomach again, slower this time, more deliberate; the pad of his fingers teasing your skin as they get above your pubic area. “Feels like you were.”
There’s a quiet edge creeping in now, something heavier under the surface.
You shift, turning more fully toward him, and his hand immediately comes up to your jaw, guiding you the rest of the way. Not rough (yet) but firm enough that you don’t miss the intent behind it. “C’mere,” he mutters and then he kisses you.
It’s not rushed, not at first. A bit slow, warm, still carrying that sleepy softness as his mouth moves against yours, hand steady on your face. You melt into it easily, one hand coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the solid muscle there, the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His lips slot themselves against yours, his stubble scratching the skin of your face now, his nose hitting your own.
For a few moments, it stays like that almost too easy for Ben and who he truly is.
Your fingers curl slightly against him, and he exhales through his nose, deepening the kiss just a little. His thumb shifts along your jaw, pressing just enough to tilt your head the way he wants. But then, it changes. Subtle at first as his grip tightens and his kiss grows heavier, less patient, more insistent as his other hand drags down your side again until it grabs your ass, pulling you closer, pressing you into him so there’s no space left between your bodies. You can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the hard muscles under your touch, the pectorals only begging to be groped.
You feel his cock again and harder now, a bit more obvious. And this time, he doesn’t let you ignore it. “Yeah,” he mutters against your mouth, voice rougher now, less sleep and more intent. “There it is, feel that? My cock’s fuckin’ hard because of you.” Your breath comes out uneven as you shift slightly, your thigh brushing against his fat cock without meaning to. You feel the length against your leg, the tip already leaking pre-cum, wanting to be touched and played with.
He reacts instantly.
A sharp inhale, a low, almost amused sound under his breath. “Careful doll,” he says, but there’s nothing careful about the way his hand slides down to your hip, gripping tighter, groping the fat of your flesh in his palm. “You’re gonna start something very fucking icky.”
You glance up at him, trying for innocence, big eyes looking at his face. “Maybe I already did.” That earns you a look; all dark, focused and fully awake now. “Yeah? Wanna play with my cock like candy? You like playing with your food, doll?” he murmurs. And then, without warning, his hand is back on your jaw, tilting your face up again—but this time it’s firmer, fingers pressing just enough into your cheeks to make your lips part in a pout.
“Then don’t half-ass it, got it?” Your stomach flips at the words coming from Ben, your pussy getting a tickling sensation from it. There it is; that shift from soft to something else entirely.
He kisses you again, harder now, less patient, his mouth moving against yours with a kind of lazy control that somehow feels more dangerous than anything rushed. His thumb presses into your chin slightly, holding you where he wants you as his tongue pushes against your lips, forcing the passage to lick at your teeth.
You respond instinctively, leaning into him, your hand sliding down his chest and then lower to his stomach; feeling the happy-trail meeting your fingers before you tease the base of his cock. The shaft twitches against the cold of your digits, veins pulsating with want before you end up wrapping your hand around him, and he’s all hardness and warmth.
Ben stills for half a second, not stopping you. You feel the heat of his gaze more than see it, the way his body tenses under your touch, the way his breathing shifts—deeper, heavier. His hips jerks toward your hand as you just leave it there, not moving one inch as he groans.
“Yeah,” he murmurs again, quieter this time. “That’s better, doll.” Your fingers move more deliberately now, slower, testing. You move it up and down his cock at a very slow pace, fingers rubbing at the veins along the length. He exhales sharply through his nose, head tipping back slightly as his grip on your jaw loosens just enough to let you move.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” he mutters. “I’m not—” You voice back at him but he interrupts you.
“You are, silly girl.” There’s no real argument in his tone, just certainty. And then his hand slides into your hair. The grip isn’t rough but it’s not gentle either. No, it’s actually guiding. “C’mon,” he says, voice low, edged with something unmistakably commanding now. “You started this, so finish it.”
Your breath catches again, but you don’t pull away, if anything, you lean in closer. Your body moves to lay on your stomach, chest pressed against his thigh and your free hand against his happy-trail. Your big eyes look up at his face, the hand you have around his cock is lazily stroking him up and down, thumb rubbing at his slit from time to time.
His grip tightens just slightly, fingers threading more firmly in your hair, and you feel the shift in him again—that growing impatience, that controlled kind of dominance that doesn’t need to rush to feel overwhelming. Your face moves closer to his shaft before you carefully wrap your lips around his bulbous tip, tasting the musk and salt of his pre-cum.
All you can do is keep your eyes on him as you do so, hollowing your cheek as you start to suck him off slowly. You pull away just to spit on his cock, the glob of saliva dripping all along his shaft to pool at his base, making his balls glisten. You wrap your lips around him once more, lowering your head as your tongue rolls around the girth. A hum escapes from your mouth, vibrating against Ben’s cock.
“Yeah, good girl,” he murmurs as you move your head up and down, voice rougher now. “That’s it, suck on your favorite lollipop. You like it, don’t you?” Your hands brace against him, and he watches you—really watches this time, eyes heavy-lidded but sharp, focused entirely on you. Your fingers move just to wrap around the base of his cock; the part you can’t take into your mouth due to the position. Saliva leaks all the way down his cock as you suck him off slowly, humming from time to time.
For a moment, there’s a flicker of something softer again, something almost fond into his eyes but it doesn’t last. Not when you move the way you do, not when you have your lips wrapped around his fat cock, drooling like that. Not when his grip in your hair tightens, enough to hurt and enough to guide—enough to remind you exactly who’s in control now. You hiss around his cock, eyebrows furrowing while looking at him.
“Good,” he mutters, voice dropping lower, rougher. “Just like that, don’t fucking stop. Take it deep, yeah… Go on, doll.” There’s something heavy in the way he speaks, his breathing already becoming labored. You feel it in the way he moves, the way his hand shifts from guiding to holding, the way his fingers curl into your hair, holding your head down.
“Yeah… there you go,” he says under his breath, more to himself than to you. “I love that tiny little throat of yours. So fucking tight.”
And then, when you hesitate just slightly to go deeper, he notices. Of course he does; his eyes watching you like a prey. “Told you,” he murmurs, tightening his grip just enough to make you look up at him, pulling your mouth off of his cock. “Don’t stop halfway.”
Your pulse jumps, body squirming and trying to go back at it. “I wasn’t going to—”
“You fuckin’ were. Need me to show you how to suck a cock, uh? You need me to use that little throat of yours and bury my cock inside it?” He leans back slightly, hazel eyes still locked on you, grip steady, presence overwhelming in that quiet, controlled way that makes it impossible to look anywhere else. His fingers tightens in your hair once more to push your face down against his cock again; you immediately wrap your lips around his pinkish, bulbous mushroom tip.
“Now,” he says, voice low, rough, unmistakably in charge. “Be a good girl and give him some attention, yeah?” Ben groans those words as you push his cock in your mouth, throat contracting at the intrusion; the muscle of your larynx closing around his tip. You gag, trying to pull away but he holds you firmly down, his hand on the back of your head now. Tears form at the corner of your eyes and you close them, thinking it would change anything.
Your hands move to brace against Ben’s lower-belly again, as if it would change anything. He’s nice to pull you away slightly so you can start to suck him off again, and you do. Your lips tighten their seal around his girth, feeling the veins twitching against your tongue, tasting his pre-cum on your taste buds.
“Such a good girl for me, relax that throat now, yeah?” You try to listen to him as he pushes you down once more, making you choke on his fat cock again. Ben groans at the feeling, his head hitting the headboard while his hazel eyes are locking on you. Your tongue is pressed against his base, lips wide around his shaft, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You think it wouldn’t be any worse but Ben suddenly starts to jerk his hips upward. You gasp around his shaft, eyes wide as he’s fucking your mouth.
He hiss, lifting one leg and his feet against the mattress to help him thrust his hips up. Your fingers scratch at the skin of his lower belly as he does that; his tip hitting all the way to the back of your throat. You gag, choke, feel so close to losing your breathing on his cock before he tug on your hair to pull you up. Drool immediately drips from the corner of your lips, tears have made their way to mix too.
“Goddamn it, look at you. Icky girl, making a fucking mess on my cock. Bet y’so wet from me fucking your mouth, yeah? How does your pussy feels right now?” He groans, watching you as you try to breathe again. “Ben—” You whine out at him, voice rougher than usual. Ben’s second hand moves to your face, smearing your drool over your lips, pulling down on your chin for your mouth to open.
Then, he presses his thumb against your tongue, making you sigh through your nose. “Such a pretty mouth. M’going to fuck it, got that?”
He doesn’t even let you reply to those words before moving a hand away to wrap it around the glistening base of his cock, moving the tip to your lips. Ben smears his pre-cum around, acting like lipgloss with a strong salty flavor. “Open that mouth f’me, pretty girl.” He groans, pushing his bulbous head past your lips. You immediately stuck your tongue to meet his length, pressing it against the veins twitching from the attention.
Ben doesn’t lose a second before thrusting in your mouth, burying his cock all the way down your throat. You gag, the muscles of your larynx closing around his shaft, squeezing him there. He hisses at the feeling, tugging onto your hair once more.
You try to accommodate to the size of him, breathing loudly through your nose as you keep drooling, saliva pooling at his base. “Fuck, good girl, keep relaxing.” He says, all the while his hips jerks up to fuck your throat. Your nails are stuck into his hips now, scratching lightly, creating red lines onto his skin.
You can feel his tip pulsating in the back of your throat, his pre-cum flowing out of his slit just for you to taste it. You gag once more around his cock as Ben starts to slowly thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. The feeling of him so big in your mouth makes you close your eyes, new tears forming at the corners. You almost hesitate to push him away, but his grip on your hair is so tight and strong, you have no other choice but to let him fuck your mouth.
The feeling of his bulbous head rubbing against your tongue makes you choke, and that’s only then that Ben picks up the pace. He starts to push your head down onto his shaft at the same time his hips thrust up, making you cry out.
Hisses and groans leave his mouth as your throat closes around his cock again, excess of saliva making a mess as it leaks from your wet cavern and down to his cock. Threads of drool connect your lips to his base, your tears mixing with the bodily fluid. The view of your face makes Ben’s cock throb inside your mouth, the length dragging against your tongue.
The back of your throat starts to burn slightly due to the friction against your larynx, your nose pressed against the musky bush of Ben each time he thrust up, burying himself inside your mouth. You start to feel dizzy now, your breathing labored as you try to keep up with him. Salty tears are rolling to the apple of your cheeks and down to mix with the pre-cum and saliva at your chin. There’s skin-slapping noises echoing to the entire room as his balls slap against your chin, sticking there.
Ben’s body shifts upward slightly, enough for his cock to hit deeper and you swear you can feel him down your lungs which is obviously impossible; but the dizziness makes you unable to think for a moment. Loud gagging and slurping noises are created by your throat, mixed with your crying, and Ben’s praise.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Look at that, your little throat takin’ all of me. You were made f’my cock, doll.” He groans, tip hitting the back of your throat once more before he forcefully pulls you away, tugging on your hair.
Saliva that was pooling inside your mouth leaks out, the bodily fluid drips from your chin and down to his throbbing cock. Your face is a mess now; with tears, a runny nose and drool everywhere. But the view of you, looking so depraved and messy makes Ben curse out. “What a pretty cockdrunk face you have here. All f’me, yeah? You like choking on my cock, don’t ya’?”
He grabs his cock with his free hand again, slowly starting to stroke himself up and down with your saliva coating his cock. The noises are disgusting, squelching each time he runs his hand over his cock. His thumb rubs on top of his wet slit, smearing pre-cum and drool around, a hiss leaving his mouth. All you can do is watch, teary and blurry eyes, as Ben plays with himself for a moment that feels too long. Your throat is raw now, hurting as you gulp.
“C’mere, suck.” He says in a hiss before pushing his shaft back inside your mouth, letting a gasp escape you. The pace is immediately vigorous, his hips thrusting up like he doesn’t want to let you think about it; like fucking your mouth is the only thing important in the world in that moment.
You gag, larynx contracting around his fat cock, a cough leaves you which makes your nose even more runny than before. All you can do in that moment is try to roll your tongue around his girth, rubbing at the veins pulsating there, waiting to be played with.
Ben pushes your head down until you have no choice but deep-throat him once more and you expect him to thrust up again, but he only keeps you there. Your nose is buried in his bush; smelling like sweat and musk altogether. Tears leave the corner of your eyes again, mixing in the bodily fluids mess on your face but you try to look up at Ben.
His eyebrows are furrowed, hazel orbs already looking at you, lips half-parted like he’s going to curse like he knows how to do so well. He licks his lips, brushing messy hair away from his forehead. “Fuck, doll—If only you could see yourself right now. ‘Bout to bust a nut inside your mouth and fill it up with my cum.” He groans, feeling your throat close around his cock, another loud gag leaving you. You try to stick your tongue out to rub it against his balls but it only makes you gag even more.
“Just relax that little mouth, let me fuck it.” He ends up saying when tugging on your hair again, a hiss of pleasure and pain escaping your mouth. But you do listen to what he says and try your best to relax your throat for him, his hips lifting up and thrusting back and forth in your mouth. Squelching noises are then created by your mouth, filled with drool, as Ben starts to fuck your throat once more.
You feel so dizzy, so disoriented now, letting him use your mouth like that.
His balls slap at your chin, sticky due to the saliva and pre-cum mixing from before. His cock is glistening with your saliva, threads of his connecting your lips, your chin and his balls. Glurp-glurp-glurp noises are loud in the room, echoing against the walls and coming back to your ears; reminding you of how perverted and icky Ben is as he fucks your mouth. His hips thrusts up faster after a moment, making you cry when his fat tip hits the back of your throat continually. All you can hear is the groans leaving Ben’s mouth after a moment.
His thrusts are uncoordinated now, a bit messy, his bush glistening with your drool and scratching your face. You look up to see him focused on your mouth and how his cock disappears inside it, how your lips tighten around his base when he buries himself all the way down your throat.
“Goddamn, s’fucking warm. You’re going to let cum down your throat, yeah? Want me to paint your mouth white, doll?” His words are mixed with panting, sweat dripping down his face from the effort of snapping his hips up to your mouth.
You want to reply, to tell him you want his cock down your throat, that you want his cum everywhere he’d let you have it, that you’d gladly let him fill your mouth. But you can’t even mutter a word back, his shaft making you gag once more.
But there’s a tremor in Ben’s hips now, a telltale of his orgasm being so close. He moves his free hand to your face, trembling as he tries to wipe a tear away from your cheek but to no avail, a new one follows soon enough.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry on my cock. That’s your favorite candy, isn’t it? Pretty girl just wants this old man’s cock.” He groans, head thrown back to the headboard for a second or so before he looks back at you, lips parted and a grunt leaving his mouth. Your tongue pushes against his girth then, trying to find a vein to tease.
It’s when Ben finally pushes both his hands on the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock all while thrusting up forcefully. You gag loudly, choke on his shaft, more tears appear at the corner of your eyes and flow out. Your hands lifts up, trying to grab at his forearms or anything but he doesn’t seem to care as he keeps fucking your mouth.
You drool, saliva making bubbles as you try your best to breathe through it all. A runny nose mixes through the bodily fluids, tears are salty on your tongue too. “Fuck, fuck—that’s it, good fucking girl. Y’gonna take it all, yeah? Swallow it for me.” You can hear the words clear, even if you feel cockdrunk now; throat raw as it keeps taking Ben down.
His hips are messy as they thrust up and it only takes a few more jerks before Ben pushes your head down onto his cock for you to deep-throat him again; this time, you feel the warmth of his seed as he comes down your throat.
There’s so much of it, your mouth soon filled with the white creamy semen, which makes you cough suddenly. It burns your pharynx and your nose cavity as the bodily fluids go up when you cough, some of it flowing out of your nose. Ben groans at the view, keeping you right where you are for a second.
Your orbs look up at him as you swallow what you can, some of it also leaks from the corner of your mouth just to drip to Ben’s base and balls.
When he feels like you have had enough, Ben finally tugs on your hair one last time to pull you away from his cock. You gasp, mouth wide open when you can finally breathe properly.
Your whole face is a mess; tears, runny nose, semen and drool mixing together. Two hands are moved to your cheeks, smearing everything around before you are pulled upward to meet Ben’s chest. You pant, closing your eyes for a second, brain fuzzy.
“Look at you, icky girl. Not used t’say shit like that but fuck, I’m proud of you.” You can only nod at those words, throat way too raw to speak up. Though, you look up at Ben and he is smirking, admiring the mess he made of you.
One of his thumbs moves to your lips, pushing it past them to rub at the rough texture of your tongue. You can feel the mess of your cunt inside your panties, the fabric all dampening and scratching at your puffy folds.
“At least, you’ll know to not fucking tease me anymore, right, doll? Get closer, m'going to take care of that pussy now.”
( +18 ) mdni / smut blurb. afab!reader & lazy!ben. dirty-talking. praise, slight degradation. age gap dynamics. cowgirl position. overstimulation. impact play (spanking). rough handling. petname (doll). reader has a bush!!!! multiple orgasms implied. creampie. weed / intoxication play. post-orgasm continuation implied.
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Ben is an asshole, you have gathered much.
The less effort he makes, the better he feels, and that in all circumstances. He likes to be under, to watch, to make you do all the work when you both fuck. It’s not unusual for Ben to let you get on top of him, riding his leaking cock, hazel eyes watching you as you bounce up and down. It doesn’t matter if your thighs are burning from the effort, if you are panting and whining for his help; he’s an asshole that is too lazy to help you feel good.
It’s even worse right now, a lit blunt in between his fingers, him laying down like a fucking starfish as you ride his fat cock. Whines and moans are escaping you, echoing in your room as the old Supe is smoking, exhaling smoke toward your face. He doesn’t truly care if you cough, if you get high from this, if you want him to help you out.
He likes the view he has right now, of your breasts bouncing, of your bush scratching his own body hair, of your cunt creaming down his balls.
There’s a slight trembling in your legs as you try to bounce, burying his cock deeper inside your sloppy pussy, all while watching him take hit after hit on his blunt. “Having a girl dripping on my cock while I smoke, that’s truly fuckin’ Heaven if you ask me.” You suddenly hear him say, thick smoke leaving his mouth just to hit your face, making you cough and clench around his cock. “Fuck, keep squeezing my cock and I’ll fill you up.” He groans, squirming to let his shoulders against the headboard.
His free hand moves to smack your ass, making you gasp and arch forward. “Keep bouncing, icky girl.” His hips thrust up only once, making you feel his tip almost kissing your cervix. You roll your hips after his action, hands grabbing his shoulders to hold yourself up.
Squelching noises are heard each time you lift and lower your hips on his cock, balls sticking to your ass. Thick and creamy white is pooling at the base of his cock, all leaking from your wet pussy due to the multiple previous orgasms you had (without much of his help).
Your eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, trying to get some eye contact with the Supe under you but all he’s focused on is the state of your cunt. How wet makes your bush glisten, how creamy it is from so much stimulation, how your clit is pulsating with needs. Ben takes another hit of the blunt in his hand, the tip glowing red for a second or so before smoke is exhaled once more, the smell of weed flowing in the room, making you dizzy more than you already are now.
“Ben—My thighs hurt…” You end up voicing, making him look up at your sweaty face, your lips parted with remaining dried drool at the corner of your lips. “Do they, now? What the fuck y’want me to do about it?” He groans, his free hand moving to swipe hair from his forehead, licking his lips before you reply. “Help me out, please?” You see his eyes rolling at those words, he sighs as you try to roll your hips onto his cock, smearing come against his bush.
“Can’t a motherfucker just relax? God, you youngsters can’t do shit anymore.” He says before bringing the blunt to his lips again, but only to keep it there. Then, both his hands move to your hips just to grab the fat there, and it’s almost painful. You can’t clearly understand what he is saying due to the joint between his lips, but he mumbles.
“Fuck—slick pussy—squeezing my cock.” And before you can say anything, his big and strong hands are helping you bounce up and down on his fat cock.
But the pace is almost violent, making you gasp loudly; his bulbous tip is hitting your gummy walls all the right ways, rubbing and stretching everywhere necessary. You have to hold yourself harder onto his shoulders as he is using you like a fucktoy—slamming you down his cock, making you cream more and more. Your eyebrows are furrowed, lips parted wide with moans escaping from it. One of your hands moves to his mouth just to take the blunt from between them, just to hear him speak again. “That’s good, yeah? Love my cock hitting deep? You’re fucking dripping.”
Ben hiss when you clench around him in response, the back of his head hitting the headboard. “Give me a hit, doll.” He groans at you so you move your hand back toward his mouth, letting his lips wrap around the blunt.
The tip becomes red, smoke leaving his mouth before you pull it away and having the smell directly in your nose. “That’s a good fucking girl. All that weed in your tiny brain, must be feeling all dizzy now. Creaming onto his old man’s cock with y’sweet young pussy. Feels good, yeah?” You nod, lips parted and pupils blown out.
Ben grabs your hips tighter, slamming you down on his cock, louder squelching noises are created by your sloppy pussy; his tip rubbing at the entrance of your cunt each time he brings you up and down. Your thighs are shaking once more but now, it’s from your orgasm being so close, heat in your lower belly. “Ben, m’gonna come again…” You whine out, and he decides to thrust his hips up, finally. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my cock like a good girl? Milk my cock dry again, doll?” He asks but you’re too far gone to reply anyway.
One of his hands moves to smack your ass again at the same time your orgasm hits, and his slap is strong, which mixes pain and pleasure. You cry out his name, head thrown toward the ceiling. You feel him taking the blunt out of your hand then, just to bring it to his lips once more. Your pussy clenches, thighs trembling and body squirming at the force of your climax; a trail of drool drips from your mouth toward your neck. More smoke is exhaled toward your face then, and your upper body falls to rest against Ben’s chest.
His hips thrust up a few more times before he shoots his load deep inside your messy cunt, filling it up with his semen once more.
It leaks from your hole, dripping all the way down his length and to his balls, and you feel it against the skin of your ass. You both stop moving, your breathing labored before you push yourself up to see Ben’s face and it seems like his daily routine; the way he just keeps smoking his joint, brushing hair away from his face.
He looks at you, smirking before you are hit with the smell of weed again. “Want a hit before I start to pound your pussy, doll? That’d be nice to have you relax a bit. I wonder how fuckin’ icky you are when you’re high.”
perv!bf!soldier boy x f!reader headcanons | highly nsfw mdni
a/n: this is quite possibly the nastiest thing i’ve ever written but i was high and it's also soldier boy so who's really shocked
he’s whipping his dick out to stroke himself whenever he wants to. he’ll sit on the couch and stroke himself while he channel surfs just because he’s that bored or he’ll imply that he actually wants to help you with the laundry when in reality he’ll just stick his hand down his pants when you bend over to move clothes from the washer to the dryer. he’s getting his dick wet one way or another.
if ben makes you breakfast there’s no doubt that he’s nutting in your food. he’s shootings ropes of cum into your eggs before whisking and working himself up again to spill his load into your coffee, and the fact that you’re well aware and have even witnessed him doing it gets him off every single time, even going as far as touching himself while watching you eat said breakfast.
panty kink is his middle name. he’ll make you put your used panties in your mouth, bonus points if he’s rubbed his cock all over them and covered them in his nut. most of the time he won’t even fuck your pussy, he’ll just fuck your thighs to get your panties soaked or slide the tip of his cock all over the lace covering your slit and he’s suddenly painting the fabric in his cum.
he loves watching you pee to the point where he has you pee in the shower or the tub just to get a good view of the stream, sometimes holding in his own piss so he can go at the same time as you. there’s something about the two of you peeing at the same time and your streams mixing that get him off, which is why he keeps you hydrated as much as he can during the day.
he’s getting you high just to fuck you because he knows you’ll say yes every time. one hit of his joint and his fingers are suddenly circling your clit and sliding past your slit and he’s telling you to focus on him and to keep hitting the joint he’s holding to your lips and not the way his fingers are scissoring and stretching you wide open.
Ben, Butcher & Hughie when you ask them to cum inside....
☁︎ Paring: Soldier Boy, Billy Butcher & Hughie Campbell x GN!Reader (separately)
☁︎ Summary: How Ben, Butcher and Hughie react when you ask them to cum inside you.
☁︎ Warnings: FILTH - cum play, cum eating, oral sex (reader receiving but not described), cock-warming, dirty talk, rough sex, dub-con w/ Ben, *sigh* feelings, Hughie's an adorable puppy but he's dirty too - yay!
☁︎ Word Count: 800
☁︎ Rating: Explicit/16+
☁︎ A/n: Yeah....we're not gonna ask questions here we're just gonna enjoy, okay?
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Ben -
"That's the plan, doll"
Listen to me when I tell you Ben only fucks raw. Condoms are some new bullshit invention he's never gonna fuckin' touch and you'd better not even dream of asking him to use them.
If you were a bit resistant to it, he'd keep fucking his cum back inside you long after his release, getting hard again almost purely just to teach you a fucking lesson and make you learn to love his cum, or you'll be choking on it before you have time to suck in another breath.
He will however, pull out. But not if you're asking just so he doesn't finish inside you. He prefers that, but he also loves cumming all over you, if you call out for him to cum on your face or ass or anywhere else, he gets the smugest fucking grin on his face and does just that gladly.
He'll also just surprise you with it some nights. You might be in missionary and just as you're about to cum, he'll pull out, flip you over, make you clench around his dick from behind and pull back out just in time to spray your ass with his seed, sealing the deal with a little slap to go with it.
Butcher -
He gets soooo cocky about it after a while "Yeah love? Want me t' fill ya up? M' perfect little cum slut"
But somewhere in there, there is meaning, especially the first time.
He freezes the moment you say it, a momentary blip, barely enough for you to realize he stopped thrusting. But he starts back up twice as hard. Just a little faster, but far deeper, making sure he's filling you completely.
He always talks dirty during sex, he's gotta be damn tired or one of you has gotta be upset about something and using the other as a distraction for him to keep his fucking mouth shut, until tonight. He was telling you how good you were taking him, getting you to pull his hair and scratch up his back more, all the dirty little things he always said, but after your lips brushed his ear as you begged him to fill you up, all words left him.
He bit and licked at the skin of your neck, marking you in every way he could manage before his thrusts faltered, spilling into you with a rough grunt that trailed off softer than usual.
After, he rolled onto his side but didn't pull out, tugging you against him. He tucked your head under his chin, hand flattening over your spine, movements gentle, tender even.
And there's no way in hell he ever says it, but he feels a little different after that, holding onto that moment of you trusting him and wanting every part of him as close to you as possible.
Hughie -
He either cums or almost cums the second you tell him not to pull out. If he doesn't just explode then and there, he's trying so fucking hard not to. He pumps inside you a few more times before falling over the edge, filling you up. You can't be sure, but you think it might be more than ever before.
He grins against you afterwards, keeping his cum deep inside you for as long as possible, not daring to pull out until he absolutely has to. When he starts to feel it dribble out, he let's out a perfectly pathetic little whimper.
He'll bury his face against your neck or shoulder as you both come down, panting against each other, your arms weakly holding him close, tired in the best way but not wanting to let him go.
When he does pull out, it's almost painful for him, wanting to stay inside you for as long as you'll let him. But, he's not all slow missionary, hand holding and long kisses. He has another side to him and when he sees his cum leaking out of you? You finally get to see that side.
He dives down, watching the white mess sliding down before pressing his tongue against your hole, licking it all up and shoving it back inside you before eating you out like a man starved.
He'll clean you up after, scurrying to the bathroom to get a damp cloth, wiping away the stickiness coating your thighs, keeping his eyes down. He's precious, he's worried about what you think of him, he hasn't really let go like that with you before.
You grab the back of his neck, scruffing him like a little pup, pulling him up and into a deep kiss, tasting the mix of you and him on his tongue.
"Y-you're not- weirded out?"
"Baby" You cup his cheek, thumb brushing ever so softly "You just fucked me and ate me out like a champ, I'm floating"
"Yeah? You-you liked that?"
"Loved, pretty boy"
And he just grins, cuddling up to you like an adorable little thing. He even manages to make eating his own cum out of you seem wholesome and sweet.
summary: after ignoring rafe all day when he says something to upset you, he tries to get your attention by messaging you on a video game.
you had been blanking rafe all day, not even batting an eye at the many different attempts he had been making to try and get your attention.
rafe's frustration was growing and you could feel it. the way his jaw tensed up every time his efforts didn't get a response, the loud sigh of irritation that left his mouth when your head twisted away from him.
he had said something inconsiderate like he often did, so you were now rightfully choosing to ignore him. could it be seen as immature? sure, but how else would he learn?
you were comfortably curled up on the couch with your legs underneath you, controller in hand as your game of choice loaded up.
"goddamn it, baby. cmon, i said i was sorry" rafe muttered from where he was in the kitchen, leaning back against the island with his arms crossed.
you forced your eyes to stay on the screen, trying to ignore the way his shirt looked tight around his bicep, his toned arms on the verge of tearing it.
it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet but you somehow kept up the silence, fingers moving as you flicked through the in game features.
rafe sucked his tongue against his teeth and nodded to himself, pushing off the counter and leaving the room in a huff.
the air turned cold as he left, as though a storm was brewing in his absence.
the apartment grew quiet, the only noise coming softly from the tv, making you slightly curious as to where rafe had disappeared to.
your mind was unable to stay focused on the game, too many unwanted thoughts taking up space ─ that was until you saw a notification pop up in the corner of your screen.
as you read the contents of the message, your lips twisted into a smile that you tried your hardest to fight.
rafecameron19: "can't believe i've had to resort to getting your attention on a goddamn video game. hurry up and forgive me so i can beat you at this shit"
the only reason rafe had downloaded the game in the first place was because you had begged him to play with you, only for him to end up being better at it.
and now he was using the same game against you, knowing how much you loved to play.
damn it.
it wasn't the most profound message you've ever received, but you tapped on your controller, typing back a simple "fine".
you barely noticed him stood in the doorway, watching you like he always does. rolling your eyes at his hovering, you begrudgingly gave up your silence.
"if you can actually beat me, i'll consider talking to you again" you shrugged, mentally patting yourself on the back for coming up with this idea.
he huffed a laugh, as though the mere idea of him losing was the funniest thing, "alright, you're on, baby"
hey, you had to make him work for it one way or another.
authors note: thank you to the anon who sent this idea in to me! ♡
hi everyone im lowk back um I got out of my terrible depression slump 💔 anyways since im done with exams for now PLEASEPLEASE send in some hard thoughts and requests
a man who adjusts to your every need. who kisses you every morning. who never lets you go to sleep angry with him. a man who knows every inch of you, every scar, mole, bump.
a man who never raises his voice at you. who lets his body language talk when he's angry. whose skin bubbles with heat as he crosses his arms and tilts his head, listening to your rant before nodding. "you're right, sugar. im sorry."
a man who practically begs you to let him make it better, kissing from your toetips all the way up to where your night shorts stop, barely covering any of your brown skin. who takes them down with his teeth because even though he's sorry, he's still got his pride.
a man who doesn't let up on your pleasure. who stays nursing on your clit like he's a baby. who makes you cum three times before even thinking about fucking you, your thighs sticky with sweat as he settles between them.
a man who fucks you in heavy, slooooww strokes that drag every vein through your walls. whose groans are low and sensual, driving fire to your clit and ovaries as he sweats, his body hot against yours. he notices how your stomach twitches softly as he lays his hand over it, how your walls suddenly close tight enough for him to halt his movements.
"like it when i lay my hand here, honey? when i feel my cock inside you? you like that?" his voice is taunting. he knows you like it. he knows because your moans suddenly pick up in volume, and your feet next to either of his ears nearly fall from his shoulders. he doesn't let you run from him, though. he wraps one of his arms around your knees, keeping your feet hopelessly in the air as he thrusts into you with debaucherous vigor.
a man who overstimulates every nerve in your body at once, sending you floating off as you come. who holds you through it, watching as your eyes roll like you're possessed. he can't get enough of it, not until you're practically choking, stumbling over how good it feels, how you can't take it anymore. the screams of his name into the heavy air of your bedroom just egging him on to make you cum again. to push your limit. to watch your soul wander from your body for a moment.
a man whose job and life purpose is to please you, a man who's intimate.
him who’s freshly a graduate that kicked himself out of the family house before his parents even get the thought of nagging him to do something with his life. he's eighteen, lost and can only rely on the few funds that his grandmother insisted on setting aside for his future life as an engineering student or whatever other course of study that deserves to be mentioned on any public occasion.
he moved to a big city, just as he had always imagined doing, but young mike hadn't anticipated the real cost and pace of city life. that's how he ended up in an apartment that was pretty good for a start but already boring and more than that with a roommate... yeah, not at all the life he had imagined.
it would be ungrateful of him to complain about his roommate. how could he do that when he had the opportunity to live with a pretty girl of his age, as lost as he is in adult life, with tits that are not unpleasant to look at? (yes, he discovered this when you asked him to do the laundry for the first time in his life, staring all wide eyed at her pink bra picked up from the laundry basket between his mother's complaints to herself at the other line of the phone for not teaching him this earlier and for giving in to his puppy dog eyes).
you spent most of your time outside with your friends ranting about the students in your university department, putting in the back of your mind the fact that you were sitting around having a drink talking about these classes rather than attending them. you weren't difficult to live with. you did your own chores and, on top of that, you offered mike a panoramic view of the outlines of your pussy as you were comfortable enough to roam around in your panties or your unobstructed breast most of the time whilst doing them. and even though your apartment had an elevator and a rather small balcony and a good network connection, mike thanked the universe for this gift.
oh how bad he craved for you to come home to find it empty, leaving only the sound of water dripping from the shower to guide you to him and help him finish (getting off). he couldn't stop thinking about it while he jerked off, moaning your name as if it would dissipate into the air and reach you faster.
at first you could clearly see that he struggled with everything related to hygiene and housework, imagine your surprise when you saw him getting more involved in household chores, even offering to do your chores for you. all work deserves pay, and after doing the equivalent of three weeks' worth of laundry in one go, thanks to you and your outfit changes as frequent as your mood swings, he could well afford to keep one of your panties, not even that dirty, to take back to his room and add to his collection, contemplating it every night while inhaling their sweet scent, better than any laundry detergent.
even though he’s an awkward perverted loser, you couldn't help but find him a little more cute when you two were on the floor next to your table, listening to any shitty sunday show playing on the tv commentating it from time to time, his hair still a bit damp while yours were just neatly done after you two everything shower, playing a board game after you convinced him to do, as long as it wasn’t dnd. and even if it was the most comforting domestic moment you two had in that harsh week, he couldn’t help but mess it up with the thought of you bent over the kitchen counter of on the very same couch you two swore to keep neat if you didn’t wanted to pay the deposit to your landlord. how can you blame him? he’s just a girl. (he heard you laugh about it on the phone while peeping through your half open room door.)
oh nothing just. riding hopper on the couch after a long day at work and he’s absolutely exhausted. far too tired for anything more than just sitting there and letting you use him. one hand lazily guiding your hips and the other on a half drank beer. probably got the football game or something on in the background but he’s not watching it. not really. he’s far more interested in the way you swallow his cock deep inside you, the way you breath catches when your clit rubs for a second against the rough hair dusting around his base, the way you clench around him when he mumbles little praises— all of that is much more interesting than the colts game droning on in the background.
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