The Best of Friends (Ben Drowned x F!Reader)
CW/Tags: NSFW, sexual content, drug use (weed), soft dom (kinda), body worship, established friendship, friends to lovers, friends to friends w benefits, heavy breeding kink, Jeff’s an awful wingman, cunnilingus, penetration, fingering, love making atp, Ben fantasises abt you a lot my god, bro has a pregnancy kink I will warn you
Summary: You’ve known Ben for quite a while, you’re close but it’s really been a while since you’ve had a change to just hang out. Missions are hard, but the second you try to see him he kinda shoves you out, a little out of character, the fucks going on?
TLDR: Fuck about and find out
Notes: It’s been a while since I’ve written like a proper nsfw one shot, last I think was like 3 years ago 🙃 so I feel a little rusty, pls be gentle :P I also hardly see any love given to this man so liekkk for all you 3 Ben drowned lovers out there, here you go !!
The smoke from the thc vape and blunts resting on the sticker decorated ash trey coats the room in a thick haze, paired with the bright lights of his monitors playing some video on one, and some paused mmo on the other.
You wander around a little, knowing it irks him just a bit when you pick his stuff up here and there to glance at it for a millisecond and put it back down. Your fluffy socked feet dance around half drank energy drink cans of all colours as you glance at all his room has to offer - as if you haven’t been in it a good number of times by now.
“Dude,” he starts, pushing some hair back out of his eyes as he swivels around in his desk chair, “what uh…what did you come here for again?” He looks like he’s about to pinch his nose in frustration, you glance over at him nonchalantly before placing some bracelet you’d idled between your fingers back down.
“Texted you like an hour ago if you wanted to hang out…” you half mumble, picking something else up, some lighter with a scantily clad woman bending over plastered on the side.
“Right yeah- can you put that down, please?”
The lighter’s quickly snatched from your grip and tossed into the aether of smoke.
“Hey! I was looking at that!” You whine, turning your head to look over the direction he threw it, but are met with a wall of Ben, making you scuffle a step back.
“Not the best time right now, can you uh…can you get out?” He’s talking fast, maybe a little nervously, oh and he looks anxious.
You squint your eyes up at him, a foot above your typical line of sight. And a grin starts to widen on your face.
“Got a girl here I can’t see?” You jest, cocking your hip and resting on your other leg.
“Yeah not the time for that convo, out!”
He points toward his door, actually sounding a bit angry at this stage.
So you stand your ground now, crossing your arms, reactive scowl rightfully taking its place over your features.
“Dude, what? I just came to hang out, what’s your problem?” He’s staring down at you now, brows furrowed in some annoyed twist, as if you’d cut all the wires around his monitors to ‘make his life easier’.
“Right now, you.” He starts, and that did it. He’d never been like this at all with you, usually all play, all tease.
Your scowl deepens, you give him a once over up and down for a little drama before your eyes land on…something on their way back up.
“Lock your fuckin’ door maybe?” As you speak though, your eyes linger for just a moment, a slight tug in your gut sending a little shockwave up your spine, but you bite down on the shiver and tear your eyes upward.
Ben swallows hard as you stare at him, a pregnant pause between the two of you.
The tips of his ears feel so hot, his cheeks beginning to mirror them.
“Oh my god, out!” He grunts, cutting the tension in half, hands on your shoulders shoving you backward through the mess of towels, clothes and clutter until you’re back in the hall with a chipped wooden door slammed in your face.
As Ben slams back on his bed, shitty little collectibles and packets go flying and he reaches over for his phone, fingers flying across the keyboard.
The tv hummed something low, a show you weren’t too interested in but you couldn’t find the effort to reach over to switch off - your mind was too full, too busy, swimming in some spiral.
That felt natural, normal…did it?
Sure you’d imagined a few scenarios over the years you’d known him, curiosity at its finest but you’d never crossed that line. And neither had he.
In fact, you’d never really gotten full wind that he even thought of you like that until today.
Maybe he really was just jerking off before you came in? Strategically switched over to some other tab? That’s certainly happened before, and you know Ben weeell.
Your hand lay over your stomach, the other splayed to the side of your bed, your whole body feeling restless.
Images flashed in your mind again of earlier.
“Fuck off please…” you muttered needily to yourself.
Your hand idled lower to your thigh, playing with the hem of your tiny bed shorts.
Maybe you could indulge these thoughts for a moment - so you do.
He’s toned…kind of, from what you’ve seen. Lean might be a better word, so you think back to any time he’s stretched near you, to when his shirt had risen up past his stomach…and he has an Adonis belt, sort of, you note.
Your lips part gently as your mind wanders, a very similar tugging feeling beginning to coil in your gut making your chest rise and fall a little faster than before.
Maybe you’d just…pushed this feeling back for so long? The thought arises.
You look down at your thighs, bathed in the glow of the ignored tv. You let your hand slip to one, and picture his.
Strong but not gruff or scarred like some of the other men living in this house. His hands are probably a lot softer, they’d glide so easily up your legs.
You indulge just a little further.
His jaw could cut you as it rests between your legs, soft blue eyes staring up at you.
An image of him blowing smoke right up against you, warming your core snaps you awake from your little trance along with a buzz from your phone on your rickety nightstand.
Nerves prickled their way up your back, into your arms and into the tips of your fingers.
Maybe this was his way of apologising for whatever happened earlier?
Ben’s shitty black and neon green gaming chair rattled and squeaked as he swivelled nervously back and forth, his right toe pressing hard into the stained carpet below him as he moved himself.
“Probably doesn’t wanna see me ever again…” he mutters nervously into an over-bitten knuckle, red and sore from the last few hours of teeth.
Glancing around his room, everything sort of just hit him at once.
No way did he even stand a chance.
He lived in filth…how could he??
Monster cans lay strewn and partially stacked, some old noodle pots with the chopsticks still in them were next to his little bin, and he had his entire wardrobe pretty much on show on the floor.
Not only that but all of his posters and everything else didn’t exactly scream ‘I’m looking for a stable relationship where I’ll love and cherish you til the day I die.’ - oh yeah, because half naked anime women, Megan Fox in Transformers and some half torn out busty pictures from old porno style calendars really screamed boyfriend material, let alone one night stand.
He’d had a few encounters over the years, nothing that ever went beyond quite literally one night. Couldn’t really have that in this kind of…living arrangement, or with those kinds of people in the house. Or just with the house itself to be honest.
So few women came and went, leaving him with maybe some pictures, that you’d convinced him to delete since it wasn’t exactly normal if they weren’t sticking around, you’d said.
~ “and it’s kinda creepy, Ben.” You’d said with a scrunched up nose as he flicked through the photos, deleting them one by one.
A hand drags down his face as he places the phone down, focusing back up at his monitors, some code on one, Final Fantasy 14 on the other. Just as he’s about to place his hand on the mouse, a gentle knock rings out through his room and he nearly throws himself off his chair.
“Yeh-“ he breathes out, mentally kicking himself, “yeah, come in!”
Before going in, you very quickly give yourself a once over. You’d changed your shorts to slightly looser bed shorts, albeit still climbing quite high up your thighs, a loose fitting top you’re fairly sure you’d actually stolen from Ben at one stage, neckline too big so it slung over your shoulder, and the same heart patterned fluffy socks.
You gently turn the knob before peaking your head in.
“If there’s some lesbian video on the monitor, at least switch tabs before I come in…” you breathily laugh through the words as you look the other way to where he’s sitting.
Ben’s shoulders instantly relax, as if earlier hadn’t even happened.
“Actually, I’m thinking of switching category.” He huffs, a little grin growing as he pushes himself around in the chair to meet your gaze.
“Oh?” The tension eases as you waddle over to his bed, jumping onto your usual spot up near the pillows, laying yourself out, really trying to just feel like normal again.
“Mm…” he hums, his eyes flicking over you for just a beat longer before he pushes himself, the wheels squeaking a little as he reaches over to a pre rolled blunt.
“Wait, actually, you want this or just the pen?”
You sit yourself up a little on the bed, moving to shift your knee forward, glancing at your options.
“Pen’s fine.” You decide, sticking your free hand out, grabbing at the air.
He tosses it to you, allowing you to take a hit first.
You do, allowing the vapour to fill your lungs, inhaling, holding for a moment, and exhaling, your eyes meeting his.
And then something shifted.
A blunt sat loosely between his teeth, bobbing on his bottom lip as he sighed gently. The silence between the two of you growing just that little bit thicker.
You quickly look away, down at yourself.
Jesus, did you even realise the position you’d placed yourself in. Hips angled back a little, ass out, shorts really riding up now.
Your boobs spilled out just a little, squished up just a bit by duvet below you and your arm holding the pen near your lips.
Fuck it. What had you to lose, actually?
So you played it up. A gentle smile spreading across your lips, warm, inviting.
The high started to crawl its way through you, warming you up as you took another hit.
As Ben lights up, the smoke travelling down his throat almost makes him choke as he lets himself take a proper look at you.
God you are so fucking hot.
The way you lay there, spread so softly, and how the vapour wrapped around you as you exhaled.
He thinks he’s looking at an angel.
Probably the least explicit thought he’s had about you recently, he mentally remarks.
“Wanna uh…move over there and we can watch something?” He tests, his eyes flitting between you, the bed and the tv hanging on his wall.
“More than enough room for you to climb on…I ain’t budging.” You exhale another puff, shifting just a little to put the pen on his nightstand before getting back to being comfortable.
He shrugs, shifting himself off the chair before plonking himself down next to you, playfully shoving you just a bit.
“Hey!” You whine, moving an arm to elbow him, but his sudden closeness kind of just hits you, the crawling high starting to work its way through your system.
As he settles, he’s very close, touching close. But this was normal, this was always the way…you try to remember. But the soft exhaled clouds around both of you seem to just whisk you away from any thoughts.
“Comfortable?” He says gently, neck craning a little to look down at you as he lays just a bit farther up than you.
You nod, warmth enveloping you, probably from him. Everything just felt like nice, soft feathers dancing across your skin.
Ben mindlessly flicks through movie and show selections.
“Uhhhh, that one maybe?” You mumble as the selector hovers over some 2000’s looking comedy.
The movie begins to play on low, and you feel Ben shift next to you, lowering himself to be a little closer to your level.
You didn’t mind at all actually, things slipping into what once was a little routine you both had.
It had been a while since you’d smoked and watched some trashy shit together, but missions had gotten busy as of late for the both of you. So just a calm, quiet evening like this was nice, even with the unspoken elephant in the room making itself more present.
But with the haze, fun-bad low movie dialogue, and a long, warm arm slinking behind your head, that elephant slowly drifted from existence.
Ben dared glance over at you from time to time, inching his way closer just a little each time. The way the bridge of your nose pinched as you laughed at the sleazy dialogue, how soft every part of your face looked, how when he glanced further down in the moments he could, he just loved every curve, every angle of you.
His eyes bore into you - you could feel all of it, so you play along, snapping your chin up, eyes eagerly meeting his, squinting as though you’d won something.
“Shit, don’t do that, what the fuck…” he breathes, a nervous laugh ringing through.
“Do what?” Your tone teeters on innocent, but your grin gives you away, all teeth, Ben’s heart squeezing at the sight.
“I…” he stutters, some loud-ish noise takes his attention away for a second before he brings it back to you, but you’re closer.
Warmth blossoms in your cheeks, soft pinks and reds blooming beneath skin. Your breath tickles beneath his nose, as does his.
Your heart climbs into your throat as you realise how real all of this is now, a line in the middle crossing, and this is what you want. This is something you really do want.
Your eyes dart between his eyes and lips, up and down, your gaze getting stuck at the tip of his nose before you’re being gently guided onto your back.
He’s just staring at your lips, at you as he pushes you back gingerly, all of this so alien to him but he’s going along with it all anyways, it all feels so right this way.
He pauses for a moment, heart hammering in his chest, sweat building at the nape of his neck as one hand ghosts your waist, the other holding him up above you.
There’s a moment, your lips part and you nod, a soft little breath escaping before his lips are on yours.
You whine so delicately and he follows suit - a soft groan mingling with yours as both of your lips move tenderly with one another’s. Your hands idly find the side of his top, and the nape of his neck, tugging at both and lifting your knees to bracket his body above yours.
You can barely breathe between kisses, the little gaps where you can are shared hot breaths and little strings of saliva before his lips are on yours again. And his hands roam wherever they can, covering every inch of your abdomen. He pushes the fabric of *his* loose top up, his soft hands, just as you’d imagined, kneading their way up.
He finally graces you with air as he moves his lips to the corner of your mouth, to your jaw leaving little wet spots after each.
“Ben…” you whimper out as he lowers his hips, now inches from yours. You’re feeling so heady, and floaty as the high really kicks in. Every touch feels as though he’d set you alight with anymore - and yet you can’t get enough.
“Yeah, oh god, wanted…” he starts, groaning into the skin of your neck, his tongue dancing across the crook causing you to tremble under him, knees locking around his hips, “need you…” he weeps as he begins to grind against you, the thin fabric of your shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.
His cock presses hard against you through the fabric of his low hanging sweats, twitching just a little as it begs to be let free.
His scent overtakes you as he kisses and sucks at the skin on your neck, and down to your collarbones. Weed, musk, and something sweet.
He lifts you just a little to ease your shirt off, quickly following with his, barely giving you a second to appreciate his torso as you map it with your hands.
Within moments he’s back to teething at your skin, nipping and biting where he can, quickly moving down to your breasts, taking one in one hand, his lips taking the nipple of the other
You mewl so sweetly under him as he sucks, growing needier.
He continues to grind against you, and you against him, your breaths quickening as the coil in your gut begins to wind and tighten, the seam of your shorts pressing deliciously against you.
“You moan so pretty baby…” he breathes into your skin, palming lower, lips leaving your nipple, kissing downward to your stomach.
Before moving further, he stops himself, lifting himself up to look at you while reaching over to his ashtray, quickly taking a hit of the blunt.
You get your view, and god he’s gorgeous. All lean, little freckles here and there across his chest. Your eyes rake further down to the dangerously low hanging waistband of his sweats, little blonde happy trail leading straight to the tip of his cock just peeking out from below. And the imprint it was leaving beneath was leading no mystery, he was big.
Another little jolt shoots through your core looking at how his tip weeps onto the waistband, practically begging to be touched.
“All yours baby..” he grins, some confidence catching back up with him as he sees your reaction, your bottom lip between your teeth.
He looks you over, the marks he’s left on your neck and chest, and how neglected your breasts look. He places the blunt back down before moving his hands to your chest again, squeezing and rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers and leaning down to lick a stripe just between them up to the hollow or your throat.
This makes you whine something awful, bucking your hips at his.
“Awww, you want more d’ya?” He quips playfully, back to nipping at your skin.
“Gotta earn it.” He grins.
You groan, grappling for him as he moves just out of reach.
“Thought you were the desperate one..” the giggle tears from your chest as you haul yourself up on your elbows.
“Ehhh, we’ll settle on both,” he shrugs, reaching down to palm at his cock, expression turning a little lewd as waves of pleasure ripple through him.
Your mouth drops open, blush darkening as this look on him really does something to you.
“But…hah, still gotta earn it.”
The way you’re looking at him, how you’re laid there so perfectly, something straight out of every fantasy he’s ever had.
Your gaze moves from his face to the way his hand moves over his sweats, how his eyes go half lidded as he looks down at you.
“You’re so pretty, Ben…” you say so sickly sweet, really playing up a part, but you mean every word.
“Hah…you mean that?” The neediness and desperation really leaking its way into his tone. He definitely wasn’t the one to be making demands of you earning anything.
“Mhmmmm,” you hum, confidently shifting yourself up a little again, scooting and moving yourself to settling on lower your knees
And you look up innocently, really leaning into this new part, pressing your hands to his stomach, moving them up to his chest, pushing up on your haunches to meet him.
“I think you’re the one who needs to beg for it..” you press a gentle kiss to his chest, just below his collarbone.
He shudders, any sense of dominant confidence disappearing. A man desperate for you, needing you, needing to smell you, taste you, see you in every angle imaginable, but then what you’d be like after the haze cleared, how you’d be curled up against him in the afterglow, what it meant after everything. If it would continue…if it’d go much further than sex…
“Oh..god yeah…” he lets slip shyly.
You press your hand above his where he’s palming at himself. He groans sweetly, his expression crumbling, eyes closing, jaw hanging loose a little while he bucks into it.
“This what you wanted all along?” You taunt gently, this new sense of self really finding its place.
He nods eagerly, slumping into you, forehead pressing into your shoulder.
“I…I really need you..” he cries softly into your skin, his breath causing every hair to stand up across your body.
“Yeah?” You begin to shift yourself back a little, gets the idea moving himself with you.
As you lay back down, you begin to push your shorts down, revealing everything.
Ben bites his lower lip as he watches, all of you now on show beneath him. And he’s eager, so so eager, he slides his sweats down to join you, before leaning over you again, holding himself up, bracketing you between his arms.
“I wanna taste you so bad…” the words tumble from his lips, making you giggle.
“Go on…please.” You cock your head to the side, the tension between you ebbing and flowing between new and comfortable.
He nods eagerly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he starts to make his way down again, pressing wet kisses from your chin, your chest, your stomach and finally to your pubic bone.
His breaths are shaky looking back up at you. You nod, ready.
Gingerly he presses his palms to the inside of your thighs, kneading just a little while he moves his face closer, breathing you in, groaning on exhale like a man starved before he dives in. His nose hits your clit as his tongue licks a languid stripe from your core and up. You shudder, mewling at the feeling sending pleasure all up through you, tension snapping.
In seconds your hands are in his hair, pressing his face as close as you can to you, thighs tight around him.
He licks so eagerly, so messy, lapping at everything he can. You buck your hips, finding a rhythm with each other, both your soft moans soon filling the air. The noises he makes vibrate through you, arching your back higher and higher until his hands clamp down either side of your waist, pressing you down.
He presses his face harder into you, tongue pressing to your hole, pushing past the ring of tight muscle, your juices flowing onto his tongue. You grip his hair tighter as you feel the coil in your gut be strung tighter and tighter, his nose bumping off your clit in such a delicious rhythm it nearly sends you over the edge just from that alone.
“F-fuck…hah,” you whine and whimper, clamping your thighs even tighter around his head.
“Ben…” breathlessly you pant, “please…inside..anything f-fuck, please,” you beg.
“Nghhh- anything, anything you wan…” he continues to lap at your clit, sucking making you mewl at the pleasure building between your thighs as he brings a hand down between your legs, taking a second to suck on his middle and ring before gently pushing one inside.
Your toes curl, hands moving to the duvet either side of you, grappling for leverage as he pushes to his knuckle, curling upward. You throw your head back, all senses heightened from the high. It had been such a long time since you’d been in this position, since you’d been with anyone.
“Please, more…mmffuck..” panting, you buck your hips to get any more friction.
He chuckles, pressing his lips to your clit again as he pushes his ring finger in too, curling both up, soon finding a delicious rhythm as he pumps them in and out, a lewd squelching sounding through the air.
“So wet…so so pretty,” he hums against your clit, feeling you pulse around his fingers, “I know you wanna cum baby…please cum…please..”
The tenderness in his voice, the desperation, pleading sends you over the edge as you buck your hips, gripping the sheets, head pressing hard into the pillow behind you.
The coil snaps and you dig your heels into the duvet, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you ride out your orgasm, juices flowing over Ben’s fingers, and onto his tongue.
You dare look down and the sight nearly sends you over again. He stares up at you, eyes pinning you in place as he laps up all you give him, before he pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty.
Without missing a beat, he stretches his hand up towards your lips, pushing the two wet fingers inside, and pressing down on your tongue.
Your gaze stays on him, his growing dark, grin slowly pricking at the corners of his lips at your expression.
“Such a good girl, you taste so so good,” he drawls, leaning back down to lick a few more slow, drawn out stripes overstimulating you. Tears flow, so overwhelmed by everything around you.
Soon he’s back up over you, pulling his fingers from your lips.
You look so out of it, and you feel it.
“It’s been a while since…?” he pauses, keeping his voice low, soft and steady despite how heavy his cock feels between his legs.
You nod, barely comprehending much as you continue to come down, the high ebbing and flowing through your system.
And he’s being so gentle with you, so different to what you’d expected.
“Uh…” you start, trying to think of how long it’s been, but you can barely think at all.
“Shhh, I got you…” his lips are back on your neck, nipping lightly.
His neglected cock twitches a little against your inner thigh, and he starts to grind again.
Soft whimpers exhale from his lips as he continues to suck at a spot on your skin, the bliss and growing ache having you run your fingers through his hair again, tugging, bucking your hips again to give him more friction.
He keeps going, pace quickening against you, little blabbers falling quickly out of him,
“Fuck…need you, been thinking of you, getting off to you, you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty, just want you, no one else can hah-have y-you…” his breath begins to hitch as he bucks his hips more vigorously.
His hands are all over you, and yours move from his hair to his back, nails softly digging into his skin only seeming to egg him on further. He bites down on your shoulder as he grinds, pre leaking onto your thigh, spreading as he moves.
“In you…I wanna fill you, wanna, wuh-wanna make you so so full…give you babies, god I wanna get you pregnant…duh-don’t care about anyone else in this fuckin..house, ohhhh hnghh fuck!”
Hearing himself, he doesn’t care anymore, all of his secrets spilling, his fantasies of you plump, round, laying on his bed after he’s filled you good, keeping you happy. Shit he hasn’t shared with anyone and all of it coming out here and now.
You’re right here, under him, indulging him, letting him do all of this, doing all back, your scent, your taste, all of you all around him all at once.
It’s all getting too much, every part of him aching.
“Inside, please god fuck me,” you cry, gripping at him wherever you can, just barely hearing you above his own panting.
He stretches you so good as he pushes in. His brows drawing tight, jaw clenching as he barely lasts, sheathing to the hilt, forehead against yours as the air fills with a cacophony of sweet whines and groans.
The room is soon filled with sounds of skin against skin, gliding and slapping, the tv long on idle mode. Anyone near his room could definitely hear everything, but he didn’t give a fuck. Wouldn’t care if he got the worst rant of his life from Tim or Brian, or even Jeff.
Your legs lock around his hips, pressing him so hard against you his tip kisses your cervix before he begins to spurt, his knees and legs trembling, stuttering as he grunts, heaves and sobs muffled with his lips against yours.
You claw at his back as he fills you up good, keeping your legs locked around him.
The heat of the moment crashes down on both of you at once with the sheer reality of everything lent by a cool breeze brushing through his window while the light from the moon illuminates the room in a soft glow through the trees.
You gently unlock your legs, a deep blush creeping up your skin as your chest tightens, anxiety slowly starting to creep through your nerves. Ben starts to pull out, a mix of both of you seeping onto your thighs making you cringe at the feeling.
Neither of you say anything for a moment, allowing thoughts to fester.
Something soft swipes at your thighs, followed by a gentle squeeze.
Ben gets up and switches on his LEDs, flooding the room with a low purple glow, before kneeling back down in front of you, a bashful expression seeping onto his features.
You try to move, arm slipping a moment, body trembling.
“I, uhm,” he exhaled hard, trying to push aside any kind of shame creeping in.
“I…Ben I wanted all of that, I wouldn’t have let you do anything if I didn’t.”
He finally *looks* at you.
“G-good,” he stumbles, making you crack a smile.
“Please, c’mere.” An ache fills your chest as you reach out for him, a new, welcome feeling.
The two of you bathe in the afterglow of everything, under his covers, warm, snuggled up exactly how he wanted it. Exactly how you didn’t know you needed.
Ben’s phone buzzed on silent, yours pinging as the two of you slept through every message and call, mostly either complaints or someone pissed off and nosy ~ either way, you were both dead to the world, not a care nor worry for whatever consequences lay ahead.
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