Bed Chem
cw: Smut 18+. fem!reader. p in v sex. oral (m receiving). fingering (f receiving). degradation. pet names. age gap. not proofread.
read part 1 here if you fancyy <3
The morning after your impromptu private show for Ben, you wake up with a sinking feeling in your gut. You came so hard you slept like a baby, and the warmth of the sun seeping through your curtains made you blissfully wither in your sheets until your eyes opened. But whatever bliss you had is now gone. It's been replaced by shame and humiliation.
You'd been too nervous to introduce yourself. Watching him from afar made you grow more and more hungry for his touch, and you hated how cowardly you were being. When he spent the day washing his truck, shirtless and muscles glistening in the harsh summer sun, Mrs. Bradshaw made sure to stop by and talk him up. He looked so happy to be charming the Jazzercise leggings off of her, and it just made you sick. I guess that's what finally pushed you over the edge. The wall between you and your desires was growing thin, and you were sick of rebuilding.
But now that you've let that part of yourself free, you don't feel any better. You feel used, even though you were technically using him. He didn't get to touch or taste you, so what was it even for? You gave one of the most infamous ladies man on the planet a free show, and now you're back right where you started. Too much of a weak little girl to feel anything other than regret.
This place is charming and cozy, but it's lonely and you won't be here forever. After a shitty year of studying and exams, you convinced your aunt to let you house sit for the summer. She goes on vacation to some exploited tourist trap while you get peace and quiet in an entire house to yourself. The idea sounded fucking amazing, but now it's the end of July. The novelty has worn off and you're sweaty, sticky, and sexually frustrated.
You don't want to get out of bed. You can't face the world, or yourself.
Ben cannot wrap mind around what happened. Women have done all kinds of things to get his attention, but the sight of your pretty cunt swallowing that toy made him burn with need more than ever. It was better than any of that fake shit he jerks off to every night. I mean wow, what an introduction on your end. He fell asleep replaying the moment you moaned for his cock, addicted to how needy you sounded. You were so goddamn sweet, and now you've made it easy for him to try out your cute little pussy for himself.
When he knocks on your door he's expecting an immediate response. He thought you'd swing it open with a wide beaming smile, tits on display and lust in your big doe eyes. Instead you trudge down the stairs from the bathroom, hair wet from the shower you forced yourself to take. You wanted to just get back in bed. Maybe call your aunt and tell her you're home sick and can't make it through the summer.
Ben starts to get impatient. "Cmon kid you want my cock or what?" he mumbles to himself. When he hears you finally come towards the door he straightens himself up quickly. This feeling starts to manifest in his gut. It's probably nerves, but Ben would never admit that.
You yank the door open to find his giant frame towering over you. You freeze in place, the wind knocked out of your chest. Caught off guard by his presence you stutter a pathetic, "Uhm hi, uh- hello Sir."
Ben smirks at the coyness in your voice, his eyes scanning your body up and down. His pants grow tighter at the sight of your tiny denim shorts and equally tiny tank top clinging to your skin.
"Hi sweetheart. Can I come in?" he purrs.
You feel your mind go blank as you try to respond. You spent all day hating yourself, believing you ruined any real chance with him, that he won't take you seriously. The fact that he's here now at your doorstep makes your heart pound in throat. You tell yourself to push the humiliation out of your head, and step aside to eagerly welcome him indoors. "yeah, of course."
Ben wastes no time strutting into your home, taking in his surroundings. Do you really live here all by yourself? He turns to face you.
"Big house for such a small girl."
Your cheeks burn at that. "It's my aunt's, I'm just house-sitting." you respond timidly as you break eye contact. There's a pause before you get the courage to ask what he wants. "So uhm, is there something wrong?"
He takes a second before closing the space between you two. You feel a jolt throughout your body when his hand comes up to your face, delicately pushing your hair behind your ear. He ignores your question.
"How old are you honey?" he asks softly.
You giggle awkwardly but you tell him your age anyways, unsure of where this is going. Ben chuckles in disbelief.
" Well to tell you the truth sweetheart, I stopped by because I needed to get a better look at you."
That mortified feeling creeps back into your body. You look down in shame as you fiddle with the hem of your shorts. "Look, I'm really really sorry if that was weird- I mean last night in my room when I- I'm so so embarrassed I truly wasn't think-"
"Bring me to your room."
Your head whips up at his bold request. He's staring at you with ravenous eyes, eager for your response.
You can't stop the smile from forming across your face. You delicately put your hand out for him to grab.
"Follow me."
You've tried to make the guest room feel like home with your sheets, pillows, and posters, but it's still plain and unfamiliar. You perch yourself on top of your bed, hands folded neatly on your lap waiting for Ben's commands.
He makes his way towards you and gently wraps his big hand around your throat. You quietly gasp at his touch, shockwaves of desire pulsing through your body.
"You always show off like that for your neighbors?" he mocks.
" God no- I just wanted you to notice me." you plead with wide eyes.
He smirks at that. What did he to deserve such a shamelessly devoted whore like you? He lets go of your throat and you whine at the loss of contact.
"I noticed you sucking on that fake cock" he states as he starts unbuckling his belt, "dirty fuckin thing aren't you?"
You don't get a chance to think before he yanks you by your hair, bringing you down to your knees in front of him. He shoves his pants down his thighs letting his thick cock spring out.
Your eyes widen at the sight. He's so big ; his tip swollen and leaking for you. He snickers at your expression. "Bigger in person huh?"
You nod desperately as you press your hand onto his bare thigh, "So much bigger Daddy, can I touch you? Please? you beg with a slight whine in your voice.
"Go ahead doll, put me in right in that cute mouth of yours".
You take his cock into your hand and press your lips around the head, suckling and moaning at the taste of his pre-cum. He groans and throws his bed back above you, encouraging you to take it deeper.
"Cmon' stop acting all shy and take this fucking dick down your throat", he orders as pushes your mouth down further. You begin bobbing your head up and down, finding a rhythm that makes him grunt and pant. You moan around him, lost in the pleasure of feeling the weight of him against your tongue.
"Goddamn that's fucking good sweetheart" he grumbles as he takes your head into his hands. "Let me fuck that throat, m'gonna bruise it up"
He begins violently thrusting into your mouth, making you choke around him. The room fills with the sound of his loud moans and your gags each time he hits the back of your throat.
"That's cute, acting like you can't take it huh? Fuck- I know you can honey." Tears begin to well in your eyes as his grip on your hair tightens.
"Flashing that young pussy and acting all shy when I show up", he scoffs, "You're disgusting." his cruelty makes you moan louder around his dick. He pulls you off and you cough and sputter pathetically.
"Strip and get on the bed honey, wanna see all of you."
He doesn't have to tell you twice. You eagerly stand, fighting through the soreness of your knees. You peel your clothes off and take your place on the bed. He marches towards you like a predator hunting its prey.
He pulls you by your legs to the edge of the bed, spreading the plush of your thighs back towards your chest. He moans deep and guttural at the sight of your glistening cunt, all wet and ready for him.
"You got the cutest pussy I've ever seen, doll" he whispers as he runs a long finger through your puffy folds. He slowly dips it into your cunt and you moan loudly.
"Barely even touched you." He teases. "How are you gonna take my dick huh?" he questions as he begins pumping his finger inside of you rapidly. He instantly finds that sweet spot in your walls that make your eyes roll back.
"oh god- I can take it, fuck- I can take all of you, I promise!" you squeal. You've been so pent up since he got here you already feel your orgasm approaching. "Please fuck me Soldier Boy".
Ben freezes as the words leave your mouth. In an instant he wraps your legs around his thighs and begins to line his tip with your entrance.
"You asked for it baby" he groans as he pushes into you with one long thrust. You shout in pain at the stretch of your pussy around him. He begins fucking into your sopping cunt with deep, hard thrusts.
He tilts his head back in pleasure, falling completely in love with how you feel around him. "Haven't had a tight cunt like this in so long" he moans. "You fucking slut, you like getting your pussy wet for older guys? huh?"
Your dizzy from his tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. You try to give a coherent response that doesn't make you sound like a fucked-out whore, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic "Oh god fuck yes!"
Ben chuckles at your depravity then orders you to get on your hands and knees. You flip around and poke your ass out, feeling more exposed than before. A harsh smack comes down on your ass and you yelp on impact. Ben smooths over the red mark with his hand before grabbing at the fat of your cheek and landing another.
"So fuckin sexy" he breathes. He brings you up to his chest by your neck and forces you to look up at him. "How bad do you want me baby?" he purrs.
"More than anything I've ever wanted in my whole life."
"Yeah?" he coos mockingly.
"Yes, fucking yes, please I'm begging." you sob.
He shoves your face into the mattress and begins thrusting into you hard again, this time faster. The sick sounds of your gushing pussy and his balls slapping against your ass make your face burn with shame. What's shameless is your moans. They grow more desperate and whiny with every thrust.
"I'm gonna cum- uh- please!" you shout, half muffled.
"Cum on my dick honey, wanna watch this cute pussy cum all over it".
Before the words finish leaving his mouth, you cum. Your mouth goes slack and your back arches intensely ; the waves of pleasure spread from your pussy throughout your body leaving you will chills.
Ben thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever fucking seen. He keeps fucking you through it, chasing his own high and ignoring your pained moans.
"Fuck too much, please, too much!" you plead. His grip on your waist gets tighter, and you're sure you'll wake up with bruises. "Shut up and take it you crybaby" he grunts. He feels his balls tighten as his thrusts grow sloppy and less precise.
"Wanna cum all over this pretty ass, gonna paint it with my fucking cum, fuck!" he growls. Your limp and drooling at this point. Never have you ever been fucked like this before ; it makes whatever life was like before this moment a pointless, blurry memory. "P-Please cum for me Daddy, want it so so bad."
He pulls out and empties himself all over your ass, hot spurts of cum shooting onto your skin. "Oh fuck you dirty fucking whore." he spits.
When he's done he sighs deeply and looks around the room for something to clean you up with ; but first he makes a mental note of how you look right now. Your lips are all red and swollen from biting to stifle your moans ; hips and ass beginning to show deep blue bruising, and his cum dripping down to the backs of your thighs. He thinks you look perfect.
You plop down on your stomach, exhausted and weak. You pick your head up to see Ben holding a towel and bringing it to your skin, wiping off his spend from your ass. It's gross, but your heart flutters at the action.
He clears his throat, the room filled with an uncomfortable silence now. This is the part where he leaves, but he doesn't want to.
"You need help getting dressed?" he softly asks.
"I'm okay." you whisper through a smile. You move to get up and find your clothes and he follows your lead. You finish slipping your shorts back on when he asks.
"Come back to mine? I can make you a drink and we can, get to know each other, before you have to leave back home or whatever?" He's not really good at this, but fuck it, he wants to learn.
Your smile grows wider and you can't help the giggle from escaping your mouth.
"I'd love that."
WHEWWWWWWWWW. Towards the end I was like, you know what? I'm gonna give them a sorta-happy ending. There's an implication of happiness. LMAO
Hope yall enjoy ! XOXOXOXO
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