Heatwave ꨄ︎
Summary: You are stuck at your dad’s pool party after cleaning all day, Soldier boy - your dad’s hot best friend can’t keep his eyes off you in your white bikini.
৻ꪆ Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, large age gap, virginity loss, rough sex, finger sucking, forbidden sex, alcohol mentioned, risk of getting caught.
wc: 3.5k
The backyard pavement was warm against your thighs as you sat at the edge of the pool, toes lazily dragging through the water. The late afternoon sun still burned hot overhead, but it did nothing to improve your mood.
“Hey, go tell your aunt and uncle hi,” your dad called, nodding toward the group clustered near the grill.
You sighed heavily, pushing yourself up. You’d been in a bad mood all evening, your dad had made you clean the entire house top to bottom because his “friends” were coming over. Every bathroom, every countertop, every damn floor. All for a stupid pool party. But at least Ben would be there.
Ben. Your dad’s closest friend for as long as you could remember. You’d grown up around him, trailing after the two of them like a shadow. He was practically an uncle to you.
But God, was he cute.
Once you’d said your polite hellos to your aunts and uncles (smiling through the small talk while your mood simmered), your dad waved you over again. “Go check the mail, will you? Should be here by now.”
You slipped on your sandals and skipped toward the front yard, grateful for any excuse to get away from the noise for a minute. You adjusted your white babydoll top, tugging it into place, then rolled the waistband of your jean shorts once more so they sat even higher on your thighs. The second you reached the front yard, a familiar truck rumbled up the driveway.
Your stomach flipped.
Soldier Boy hopped out of the driver’s side, all broad shoulders and cocky posture. He looked unfairly good, black t-shirt stretched tight across his chest, jeans slung low.
You gulped, heart picking up speed, and lifted a hand to shield your eyes from the sun.
“Hey, Ben,” you called, trying to sound casual.
He slammed the truck door with a grunt, the sound sharp in the quiet front yard. His eyes flicked up and immediately dragged down your body, taking in the tiny white top and the shortened jean shorts, before settling on your face.
“Hey, kid.” His voice was rough, low, the same gruff tone you’d heard since you were little. But this time it felt different. He didn’t move right away, just stood there staring a beat too long. “The fuck you wearing?”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. “It’s a pool party,” you shot back, crossing your arms.
Ben huffed a laugh, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He stepped closer, boots crunching on the gravel, until he was towering over you. Up close he smelled like leather seats, faint cigar smoke, and something warm and masculine that made your pulse stutter.
He reached out and tugged lightly at the hem of your babydoll top, straightening it with a gentleness that didn’t match the asshole smirk on his face. His knuckles brushed just below your ribs. “You’ve been cleaning all day, right? Your dad mentioned it. Poor thing.”
The same man who could level buildings without blinking still noticed when you were in a shit mood.
“Yeah, well, I’m over it,” you muttered, glancing up at him.
Then Ben straightened up, clearing his throat. “C’mon, kid. Before your daddy starts to worry,”
He started walking toward the backyard, but not before his hand brushed the small of your back, light, lingering, and definitely not uncle-like.
You followed Ben toward the backyard, cheeks still burning from that lingering touch on your lower back. The party noise hit you again, laughter, music, the splash of water.
“Oh hey Ben!” your dad called out, waving him over with a big grin.
Ben nodded, he walked over to clap hands with your dad like they’d just seen each other yesterday instead of months ago. You hung back, sighing as you scanned the yard. Your cousins were running around screaming, way too young to talk to. Your aunts and uncles were clustered in lawn chairs, gossiping about things you couldn’t care less about. No one here was your age. It sucked.
You wanted nothing more than to disappear upstairs, crawl into bed, and doomscroll on your phone until your eyes hurt. But no, your stupid dad had taken it earlier “so you’d be social.”
“Kid, go swim with your cousins,” your dad suddenly yelled across the yard, giving you a pointed glare before taking a long sip of his beer.
You groaned loudly. “I don’t wanna change, and my swimsuit’s in the house,” you argued, giving him your best sad-puppy look.
Your dad wasn’t having it. “Go. Now.” He pointed firmly toward the house.
You let out a frustrated huff, spinning on your heels and storming off across the grass. You could feel eyes on you, probably half the party, but the only gaze that actually made your skin prickle was Ben’s. You didn’t turn around to check, but you swore you felt it burning into your back.
The cool air inside the house was a relief after the sticky heat. You slammed the back door a little harder than necessary and headed upstairs toward your room, muttering under your breath the whole way. Stupid party. Stupid chores. Stupid–
“You throw that door any harder and it’s gonna come off the hinges.”
You froze halfway up the stairs. Ben’s voice stopped you cold. He’d followed you inside. Of course he had.
He leaned against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you. But his eyes weren’t mocking. Not entirely.
“Bad mood still going strong, huh?” he asked, tilting his head. “Your dad’s just trying to get you out there.”
You turned to face him fully, “I don’t want to swim with a bunch of little kids. I just wanted to stay on my phone and be left alone. But apparently that’s a crime.”
Ben pushed off the wall and slowly climbed a couple steps, stopping just below you so you were almost eye-level. He was close again. Too close. The scent of him filled the narrow stairwell.
“Poor little princess,” he murmured, voice dripping with a teasing tone. “You’ve been running around cleaning this place all day for your old man. Least he could do is cut you some slack.” His gaze dropped to your legs for a second before flicking back up.
You swallowed, heart hammering. He was right there, practically an uncle, your dad’s best friend, and yet the way he was looking at you right now felt anything but familial.
“You gonna rat me out if I hide up here for a while?” you asked, half-joking.
He reached up and lightly flicked the strap of your babydoll top back into place, his fingers brushing your shoulder.
“Nah. I’ll cover for you… for a minute.” His voice dropped, “But you keep giving me that attitude? Might change my mind, sweetheart. I’ll have to drag you back out there myself.”
He lingered on the stairs, eyes locked on yours, the tension thick enough to taste. The distant sound of the party filtered through the walls, but right now it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the house.
You nodded quickly, heart still racing from the way Ben had been looking at you on the stairs. You turned and rushed back up the rest of the steps, gulping as you practically sprinted to your room.
Inside, you stripped fast and slipped into your white bikini, the one that matched your freshly painted nails. The top tied neatly behind your neck and the bottoms sat high on your hips. You threw your hair up into a messy ponytail, gave yourself one quick look in the mirror, and ran back downstairs before you could overthink it.
Thank God Ben was already back outside when you stepped into the yard again.
You sighed in relief, kicked off your sandals, and dipped your feet into the cool water at the edge of the pool. The chill felt good against your heated skin.
“Good, thank you,” your dad said, walking over and patting your back. “Sorry for being hard on you, hun.”
You smiled up at him, surprised by the apology. Then your eyes flicked over to Ben.
He was sitting in a lawn chair a few feet away, beer in hand, staring daggers at your dad. His jaw was tight, shoulders tense. When he caught you looking, his expression shifted, just slightly, but that intense gaze stayed on you now, slowly dragging down the white bikini and back up again.
You raised a brow. Your dad let out a long sigh and took another swig of his beer, relaxing back into his chair.
“Ben told me to be easier on you. He’s right,” your dad admitted with a small chuckle, completely oblivious to the way his best friend was still watching you. “Guess I’ve been riding you too hard today.”
You smiled softly and looked away, warmth blooming in your chest. Ben had actually said something to your dad for you?
Before you could think too much about it, your little cousins came running up, giggling as they tugged at your messy ponytail and tried to climb onto your back.
“You’re so pretty!” one of them squealed, playing with the ends of your hair like you were their personal doll. “Come play with us!”
You laughed despite yourself, letting them pull you a little further into the shallow end. The water lapped around your thighs as you crouched down to their level, trying to entertain them. But you could still feel it, his stare.
Ben hadn’t stopped watching you.
Every time you bent over to pick one of the kids up or when the water made your bikini cling tighter, you caught him. He was leaned back in his chair pretending to listen to whatever your dad was saying, but his eyes kept cutting back to you. Dark. Hungry. A little pissed off, like he hated how much he was staring.
At one point your dad got up to grab more drinks, leaving Ben alone for a moment. He didn’t waste it.
He stood up slowly and strolled over to the edge of the pool, towering above you. The afternoon sun glowed behind him, making him look even bigger.
“White bikini, huh?” he muttered, voice low enough that only you could hear. “Matching the nails and everything. You trying to kill me today, kid?”
You glanced up at him, still holding one of your cousins on your hip. “Thought you said I should swim.”
“I said you should listen to your dad. Didn’t say you should come out here looking like a fucking dream and torture the rest of us.” He crouched down, closer to your level, eyes flicking to the cousins before returning to you. “You good now? Or still pissed?”
One of your cousins tried to splash him. Ben just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, which made the kid giggle harder.
You bit your lip to hide a smile. “I’m… better. Thanks for talking to my dad.”
Ben grunted, looking away like it was nothing. “Yeah, well. Somebody had to. Can’t have you sulking around all night in that outfit.” He paused, then added quieter, almost reluctantly, “You look good, sweetheart. Real good.”
He straightened up before your dad could come back, but not before his fingers brushed the top of your messy ponytail, quick, almost gentle, like he couldn’t stop himself from touching you.
The tension between you two was getting harder to ignore with every passing minute.
As the sun began to dip lower, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks, your cousins started getting sleepy and cranky. One by one, everyone began saying their goodbyes and heading out. The backyard slowly emptied until it was just the fading music, scattered cups, and some family left.
You sat on the edge of the pool again, towel wrapped low around your waist, eating a slice of cold watermelon while you watched the sunset. The juice dripped down your fingers as you tried to enjoy the quiet.
Ben had been sitting across the yard, pretending to listen while your dad chatted with your aunts and uncles. The second they headed toward the gate, he got up and walked over to you. Without a word, he dropped down beside you and draped a heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you in against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Hey, kid,” he said with a long sigh, leaning back on his other hand.
“Hi,” you answered softly, taking another bite of watermelon.
“You have fun today?” He tilted his head, looking at you.
You nodded, still staring at the sunset instead of meeting his eyes. Your heart was beating too fast with him this close, his warm skin against your bare shoulder.
“Good,” he murmured, voice dropping low as he leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “I had fun lookin’ at you.”
You blushed hard, finally turning to face him. “Good view?” you giggled, setting the watermelon rind down and reaching up to wipe the sticky juice off your cheek.
Ben beat you to it.
His thumb brushed across your bottom lip and the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate, wiping the juice away. His touch lingered a second longer than it needed to, the rough pad of his thumb dragging lightly over your soft skin. The way he was looking at you made heat pool low in your stomach.
You blushed even deeper and turned away, suddenly very interested in the sunset again.
Ben chuckled under his breath, but didn’t pull his arm off your shoulders. “I’m too drunk to drive home,” he grunted after a moment. “Gonna crash on your couch.”
You looked up at him and nodded. “Oh, okay.”
“Say bye to your family, then I’ll give you your phone,” your dad called out from across the yard.
You stood up with a sigh, letting the towel drop to the ground. The white bikini felt even smaller now with the way Ben’s eyes followed the movement. You gave quick hugs to the last of your family, smiling politely as they complimented how grown up you looked.
Your dad handed your phone back with a tired sigh. “Go to bed at a reasonable time. I’m gonna hit the hay, Ben.”
Ben nodded, cracking open another beer. “I’ll be in right behind ya. Gonna help clean up.”
Your dad clapped him on the shoulder gratefully and headed inside, the back door clicking shut behind him.
Now it was just you and Ben.
The backyard was quiet except for the low hum of the pool filter and the distant sound of crickets. Ben stood up slowly, towering over you again. His gaze traveled down your body, bikini still damp, skin glowing in the sunset, before flicking back to your face.
“Help me clean, huh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “That’s what I told him.” His voice was lower now, rougher. “But we both know I’ve got other plans tonight, sweetheart.”
His hand came up, fingers lightly tugging on your messy ponytail, tilting your head back just enough so you had to look at him. The tension that had been building all day was finally starting to snap.
“Still think I’m just your dad’s asshole friend?” he asked, thumb brushing your jaw. “Or are you finally catching up?”
“Kinda both,” you giggled, the words barely out before you leaned up and kissed him.
Ben froze for half a second like he hadn’t expected you to actually do it. Then a low, hungry sound rumbled in his chest and he kissed you back hard, his big hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting like beer and the sunset. The kiss quickly turned filthy, his tongue sliding against yours, claiming, while his other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your barely-covered body flush against him.
“Fuck, kid,” he growled against your lips when you finally broke for air. “You sure you know what you’re starting?”
You nodded, breathing fast, lips already swollen. “I want it… I want you.”
That was all it took.
Ben kissed you again, deeper this time, walking you backward across the yard until your back hit the side of the house. One of his thick thighs pressed between your legs, and you whimpered into his mouth at the sudden pressure. His hand slid down, squeezing your ass possessively over the wet bikini bottoms.
“Inside. Now,” he muttered, nipping at your bottom lip. “Before I bend you over right here where your dad could walk out.”
He barely gave you time to think before he was guiding you through the back door, one arm still locked around your waist like he couldn’t stop touching you. The house was dark and quiet, your dad already upstairs and snoring. Ben didn’t bother turning on any lights. He pushed you into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind him with a click that sounded way too loud in the silence.
The second the lock turned he was on you again.
He lifted you onto the counter like you weighed nothing, stepping between your spread thighs. His mouth crashed back into yours while his hands roamed, squeezing your tits through the thin white bikini top, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples until you moaned.
“Been thinking about this all fucking day,” he rasped, kissing down your neck, sucking lightly on your pulse point. “Watching you prance around in that tiny bikini, acting all innocent. You have any idea what you do to me?”
His hand slipped between your legs, rubbing you over the bikini bottoms. You were already soaked, and not just from the pool. Ben groaned when he felt it.
“Shit… you’re dripping for me, sweetheart.”
You whimpered, suddenly shy despite how badly you wanted this. “Ben… I’ve never… I’m still a virgin.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark but surprisingly soft for a second. “Yeah? You sure you want your first time to be with an old asshole like me?”
You nodded quickly, pulling him back in by his shirt. “I want you.”
“Fuck.” He kissed you slower this time, almost tender, then got that cocky smirk back. “I’ll take care of you. But I’m still gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
He tugged your bikini top down, freeing your breasts, and latched his mouth onto one nipple while his hand worked the other. You gasped, fingers threading through his hair. Then he pulled back, bringing two thick fingers to your lips.
“Open.”
You obeyed, taking them into your mouth. Ben’s eyes darkened as you sucked on them, tongue swirling around the digits the way you thought he might like. He groaned low.
“That’s it… good girl. Get them nice and wet.”
When he finally pulled them out, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his fingers, he pushed your bikini bottoms to the side and slowly slid one finger into you. You tensed at the stretch, but he kissed you through it, murmuring against your mouth.
“Relax, baby. Just breathe. I got you.”
He worked you open carefully, adding a second finger after a minute, curling them just right until your hips started rocking against his hand. The wet sounds echoed obscenely in the small bathroom. His thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles, and you cried out, thighs shaking.
“Ben, fuck,”
“Yeah? Feel good?” He pumped his fingers faster, scissoring them gently. “Gonna make you come on my fingers first. Then I’m fucking you properly.”
You came hard a minute later, clenching around his fingers, moaning into his neck as he kissed your temple and whispered filthy praise.
He didn’t give you much time to recover. He shoved his shorts down, his thick, heavy cock springing free. You stared, a little nervous at the size, but so turned on it hurt.
Ben noticed. He stroked himself slowly, then lifted your chin.
“You can take it. I’ll go slow at first.”
He lined up and pushed in inch by inch, stretching you open. It burned, but the burn felt good mixed with the overwhelming fullness. Ben groaned deeply, forehead pressed to yours, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck… so tight. Such a good little virgin for me.”
Once he bottomed out he stayed still, kissing you softly until you started squirming, needing more. Then he started moving, deep, steady thrusts that gradually got rougher. Not too rough, but enough that the counter creaked beneath you and your moans filled the bathroom.
He fucked you like he’d been dying to all day: one hand in your messy ponytail, the other gripping your thigh, spreading you wider. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you until you were clawing at his back.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he growled, voice strained.
You did, eyes locked on his as another orgasm crashed over you. Ben followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a low, broken groan of your name.
He stayed inside you for a long moment after, both of you breathing hard. Then he kissed you again, slow and surprisingly sweet, before gently pulling out.
“Shit, kid…” He rested his forehead against yours, thumb stroking your cheek. “You okay?”
You nodded, dazed and glowing. “Yeah… really okay.”